#I want to do a proper high night soon with you all just gotta get thru my current inbox reqs first!!

[urhoneycombwitch]

end of retrograde… a loosening of the soul… getting high for the second night in a row to honor my mischievous nature 🙇‍♀️😛🪩

[bingbongsupremacy]

Escape

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Forced Marriage, mentions reader wearing a dress, mentions blood

Summary: The night of your arranged marriage you make your escape. Little do you know someone has the same idea.

Prompt from Pinterest.

Royal AU

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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This can't be fucking happening.

" You're not forcing me to marry someone! " I seethe angrily.

My father narrows his eyes. " Do not raise your voice at me, Y/N. I am your father and I am your king. You will marry who I tell you to marry. " His voice is cool but firm.

My mother finally decides to speak up. " It's for the sake of our kingdom, Y/N. Your wedding will act as an alliance between our countries. We will finally have enough resources for our soldiers. Think about your people, Y/N. "

" All I ever do I think about my people! " I clench my fists in rage. " Everything I do is for them. I live my life to please. All I ask is to be allowed to choose who I marry. "

" Proper ladies do not curse. " My mother corrects.

My father snaps, obviously tired of my fighting. " Y/N, this is not up for discussion. You will do as you are told. You are to be married tomorrow morning. I expect you to be on your best behavior. If you do anything to sabotage this marriage, you will be punished. You need to accept that as the eldest child in our family this is your responsibility. You are dismissed. " His tone leaves no room for argument.

I glare up at the man. Who the hell does he think he is? I do everything he asks of me, and this is how he repays me?

I'd rather die than be forced into a marriage.

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Why the fuck did I have to get such a high room?

I finish tying the last sheet onto my makeshift rope. Carefully, I lug the heavy pile to the window.

Fuck that's far.

I refused to go to dinner tonight, where I'd undoubtedly be forced to converse with my soon to be spouse. Five minutes of awkward meeting was enough.

Instead I opted to locking myself into my room and began working on my escape plan. At least if I die I won't have to spend my life awkwardly sitting around with a stranger.

I shove the heavy blanket rope out of the window. I tug on it, making sure it's secure before finally making my way down the wall.

I'll admit, the woman they chose wasn't horrible looking. My parent's could've picked worse. Her green eyes were definitely captivating.

Under different circumstances, perhaps we could've been friends.

A small grunt grabs my attention.

My head snaps towards the sound. " What the fuck are you doing here? " I whisper to a familiar figure.

" Shouldn't I be asking you? Don't you live here, Princess? " Princess Ellie glances over at me, not bothering to stop. She's dressed in the same dark pants and white dress shirt from before, a leather bag strapped on her back.

" Well...yeah...I'm just..."

" Leaving. You don't want to get married either. I get it. " Princess Ellie agrees.

" Who goes there! " A loud voice shouts from above. " Trespassers! Guards, get the gate! "

Fuck!

" Shit, love to continue talking, Princess, but we gotta hurry. I don't really feel like getting an arrow to the ass tonight. "

How the fuck did I just realize how high up we are? If I fall there's no way I'd survive.

Just don't look down. Don't look down.

I tightly clench onto the sheet rope and continue making my way down.

The yelling from above gets closer.

Almost there!

" Fire! " A guard yells.

" Fuck. " Princess Ellie grunts while jumping onto the ground.

An arrow wizzes by, missing my head by an inch. The sudden movement causes me to loose my grasp. My body plunges down to the ground. I close my eyes, expecting to smack the ground within seconds.

What I don't expect is for someone to catch me.

I look up at Princess Ellie in surprise.

" Let's go! " She rushes, quickly setting me down. She doesn't however let go of my hand. Her fingers send tingles through my arm.

Right now's not the time, Y/N.

We run through the courtyard, arrows chasing after us. The gate ahead begins to close.

" No! " I pant in fear. God, I need to do more cardio. " We're not gonna make it. "

Princess Ellie begins running faster. " Yes we are. "

The gate is just about to close when we finally reach it. Princess Ellie slides underneath, letting go of my hand.

I crawl after her, trying not to get crushed. The gate lets out a loud boom as It hits the ground. I let out a small yelp as I'm quickly yanked back against the cold metal bars. The bottom of my dress stops me from running into the woods after Princess Ellie. " Help me! " I call after the woman.

Princess Ellie's head snaps back towards me. A look of annoyance flashes over her face.

I bunch up the back of my dress and attempt to pull it free. Behind the gates a group of soldiers rushes closer. Their voices boom out orders as they prepare to capture us.

" You really had to wear a dress, huh? " Princess Ellie mutters while pulling out a small knife. In one smooth movement she slices off a chunk of my dress.

" It's the only non-fancy one I have. I don't exactly have pants lying around. " I defend. I'd like to have pants but according to mother it's 'un-lady like' or whatever the hell that means.

Princess Ellie clenches the knife in her hand we run towards the woods. She doesn't bother responding.

" Where are we going? " I ask, glancing around at the dark forest. I've never been out this far.

" We're, " Through the moonlight I can see Princess Ellie gesture between herself and I. " not going anywhere. I'm going north. I'm not sure where you're going. "

My heart begins to pound. Where do I go? Fuck, I've never been outside the gates. I have no idea where to begin. " I don't know where to go. "

Up ahead a dark moving shape captures my attention. A horse.

" You really didn't think this through, did you? " Princess Ellie peers over at me.

I feel heat climb my cheeks. " I...no. " I admit. " I've never left the palace before. I didn't know what would be out here. "

Princess Ellie shakes her head with a sigh. " Fine. I'll...I'll lead you to the nearest village. Maybe you can find refuge there. But tonight we need to find a place to stay. And we need to get you out of those clothes. " She glances over my dress.

Princess Ellie hops up onto the horse before glancing down at me. " Well, are you just going to stand there? "

I scramble up behind her, wrapping my arms around her warm waist. I've never been a fan of horses. Ever since I was bucked off by a pony at age 9, they've terrified me.

" Loosen the grip, will ya? " Princess Ellie mutters, urging the horse to go.

" Sorry, Princess Ellie. " I mutter, softening my grip.

I feel her tense beneath me. " Don't call me that. " She says stiffly.

" What would you like me to call you then? " I ask, not sure if I offended her in some way.

" Just Ellie. "

" Alright, Ellie. "

We ride through the dark woods for what seems like hours. No amount of eerie creaks or unknown animal noises seem to scare Ellie. She remains calm through it all.

I can't say the same about me. The trees cast terrifying shadows onto the forest floor. As we ride they seem to move. There's multiple times where I think I've seen glowing eyes.

Eventually I resort to looking straight ahead at the back of Ellie's neck. Her auburn hair rests against her pale neck, shining slightly in the moonlight. A birthmark sits underneath just above her collar, barely big enough for me to see in the dark.

" We'll stay here for the night. " Ellie's voice cuts my thoughts short.

I tear my gaze away from the back of her neck. Up ahead a small house and barn comes into view. All lights are off. The air is silent. I hadn't noticed the clearing ahead.

The midnight air sends a shiver through my body. I really should've brought a coat. The large chunk of my missing dress really doesn't help.

" We need to be quiet. " Ellie states as we begin approaching the back of the barn. Whoever lives here is obviously asleep. " We'll sleep in the barn tonight, leave first thing in the morning. " I let go of Ellie's waist as she climbs down to open the barn doors. She quietly leads the horse and I inside.

I carefully get off, making sure I'm as far away from the horses' hind legs as possible. I do not want kicked.

Ellie ties the horse near a pile of hay. She shuts the barn door, immediately plunging us into darkness. A small window at the top of the barn casts just enough light for us to be able to see our surroundings.

Ellie opens up her back pack, pulling out a jacket. " Here. " She tosses it over to me. " I know you're um cold. "

" Thanks. " I mutter, quickly pulling it on. I look around for a place to lay down. Who knew running away drained your energy so much.

I spot another bail of hay across the barn. Too tired to care about the way the hay stabs through my clothes, I lay down on the pile.

The last thing I hear is Ellie shuffling around in the distance.

_____

A loud neigh causes me to wake up.

I lurch from my spot on the ground, my heart pounding in fear. Where the fuck am I?

I spot the familiar brown horse a few feet away lazily chomping on hay. It glances at me briefly before quickly returning to its' meal.

" Finally. I thought you died or something. " Ellie's voice mutters from my left.

I look over in surprise, still slightly disoriented. " What? "

Ellie ignores me, handing me a small pile of clothes. " Snagged these from the laundry line. Not the most...stylish but they'll do. "

Just then I notice her outfit change. Her expensive silk blouse has been swapped for a loose fitting cotton shirt, torn in multiple places.

I accept the clothes gratefully, happy to wear something else. " Thanks. I'll be right back. " I quickly change into the rough pants and shirt. When I walk back around the stall, I find Ellie gathering up her things. She tosses an apple over to me. " Where'd you get this? " I ask curiously while taking a bite. "

" Packed it. Figured you most likely didn't bring anything. " She glances towards me.

My face heats up in embarrassment. " I live in the moment, not in the future. "

Ellie rolls her eyes. " Yeah. Great excuse. "

I don't miss the small curl on the sides of her lips.

" Well, Princess. We've got another days worth of riding to do to get to the next village. " Ellie pulls out a small bag. She drops a few gold coins onto a nearby work bench. " We better get going. "

I really didn't think this through.

_____

" So, why up north? " I ask.

The mid day heat has finally started to kick in. What I wouldn't give to lay in a cool dark room right now.

Ellie isn't the most talkative person. She's more of an observer. One thing I've noticed during my few hours with her is you can't sneak anything by her. She notices everything. Your movements, your surroundings, everything.

" To build a farm. My kingdom barely scouts the northern region. I can finally get away from this life. Just be a person. My own person. Not my mother's. Not the kingdoms. Just myself. "

From the moment you're born it's instilled into you that you're not your own person. You live and breath for the kingdom. To please the people. Everything you do is for them and for your parents. You are to do as you are told, not what your heart desires. Any hopes and dreams are quickly crushed at an early age. After all, you owe it to your kingdom.

" That sounds amazing. " I mutter. " No people to please. Just yourself to care for. "

Ellie hums in agreement.

" What about you? What do you want to do? " Ellie asks.

Now that's something I haven't heard before.

I think for a moment. " I'm not sure. "

Ellie laughs slightly, shaking her head.

" Really, I don't know. I've never been outside the walls. I don't really know where to begin. Maybe I'll work at a bakery. " I ponder.

Ellie glances back at me. " Well, you're free now, Princess. The world is yours. "

We sit in a comfortable silence, thoughts of the future on my mind.

The warmth of the sun causes my eyes to droop. Maybe I'll just sleep for a few minutes. Just a few.

I lay my head against Ellie's back. For a moment she tenses but she doesn't say anything. Within seconds, the combination of the horses' rhythmic footsteps and the warm sun send to sleep.

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" -Then you skin it. " Ellie instructs while watching me attempt to skin the rabbit she caught. " Not like that. Here, let me show you. " She gently grabs it from my hands. " Like this. "

My stomach clenches at the sight of the blood. " Yeah, no. I don't think I can do that. "

" Well you're going to have to if you're planning on living out here. "

" Maybe I'll go back. " I mutter.

Ellie looks up, an unamused look on her face. " I did not ride an a day's journey out of my way only for you to go back. "

I bite the inside of my cheek. " I guess you're right. It would be pretty shitty for me to do that. "

Ellie hums in agreement, finishing up cleaning the rabbit. With every new step she does, she verbally explains how to do it.

I carefully turn the rabbit on the stick, making sure each part of it is cooked evenly. " How do you know so much about how to survive out here? "

Ellie looks up from her spot against a nearby log. She twists the knife she was fiddling win in her hand over, examining the handle. " I've been trying to leave for years. I just never had the balls. If I got married to you, I never would've been able to leave. No offence. "

I nod. " I get that. I didn't want to get married either. " I let out a sigh. " My parents promised I was going to be able to choose who I was going to marry. " My jaw clenches. " They obviously fucking lied. "

For a moment the only sound is the sizzling meat.

" Did you know who you wanted to marry? " Ellie asks curiously.

I shake my head. " No. Not yet. But I know I wanted them to be...normal. "

" Normal? "

I let go of the stick, settling against the trunk of a tree. " Yeah. You know, not rich as fuck. I'm surrounded by assholes every day. I guess I figured if I found someone who wasn't like them, maybe in a way I could pretend I'm living a normal life. "

Ellie thinks for a moment.

" Penny for your thoughts? "

" Do you want to come up north with me? " Ellie asks suddenly.

My eyes widen in surprise. Is she serious?

" I mean, obviously you don't have to. I just figured you know...since you don't really know what the fuck you're doing...maybe I could help you. Teach you how to survive. At least the basics. " Ellie explains, her gaze meeting mine. " Then once you're ready, you can go wherever. You'll know how to take care of yourself. "

" Yes. " I answer without hesitating. " I'll go with you. "

A small smile crawls on Ellie's face. " Alright. We'll leave at dawn. "

[tulipe-rose]

Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?

If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like

ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️

Of course (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.

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Milo, my little angel.

Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.

Fluff.

P.s Happy birthday Milo!!

Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.

Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.

They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.

Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.

''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''

''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''

Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!

Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.

A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.

The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.

She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.

She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.

With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.

Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.

''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.

~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~

''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''

Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.

Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.

The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.

''MILO!?''

''Mum! You're here!''

Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.

''Happy birthday, my little angel...''

She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''

Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.

''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.

What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.

The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.

''What's on for tonight?''

''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''

''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''

''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''

''Mhm! Definitely!''

They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.

''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''

Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.

They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.

''Did you have fun sweetie?''

''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''

''That's a relief then...''

Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.

''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''

She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.

''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''

I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.

Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.

[inkirasity]

𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫𝔰

Chapter 1: A Troubled Pilot the Anarchist Tinkerer and the Cold Inventor

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

synopsis: in which you, a skilled pilot, met the brilliant but arrogant/snarky/cold inventor/ explorer—Miguel O’Hara

steampunk au, pilot! reader, inventor and explorer! miguel, no superpowers but miguel's inventions resembles his spidey powers. words: 3.9k c.w. misogyny (reader can't get a proper piloting job)

this is cross posted in AO3 you can find it here

hi, after i am free from academics got some juices out of my head. Just gotta make this a series cause it seems ya'll want more after The Other Variant of Her LMAO (also do ya'll want a taglist for my miguel fics? just wondering!) anyways enjoy!!

“A little moreee…”

Click.

Click.

Then silence.

“And there you have it, it won’t be noisy when you take your book reading sessions anymore.” you smiled. Wiping the beads of sweat accumulating on your forehead. You wiped your oil-covered hands on your dirty apron as you stood up from crouching for at least two hours.

“Thank you very much dear, here.”

The old lady reaches you out a small pouch, you assume inside are bolts, nuts, or if you’re lucky there might be cogs. Though you did not set your expectations too high, afterall you are working in the lower classes in Nueva York right now.

You gladly accepted the pouch and placed it in your pocket, leaving the small gloomy apartment. You carefully stepped on the creaking wooden floors of the tenement. The building itself feels like it would collapse soon enough because of the moldy walls and broken floorings.

“Jeez, how can people live in a place like this?”

In a swift, you left the tenement. A gust of smoke greeting your face.

“Urk—” you coughed, fanning the lingering dark smoke on your face, “what a way to greet.”

Sighing, you placed both of your hands inside the pockets of your jumper and walked at the side road. It was dark, but somehow the sky looks murky despite the darkness enveloping, indicating that it is night time. You looked at the side, dark red brick walls met your gaze— and a familiar vandal etched on them. A smile on your face formed, this guy will be dead when his boss finds out.

When you arrived at the shop you saw Hobie lounging, his feet on the counter not caring. When the bell rang, Hobie looked up and saw you, you gave him a knowing smile in exchange for his smirk.

“Saw a vandal across the road,” you took the pouch and placed it on the counter beside Hobie’s legs, “do you know who did it?”

“We know who dun it, mate.”

He took the pouch and poured them out, only a few bolts fell—maybe three or seven. You shrugged.

“Fixed the noisy clock of an old lady, that’s generous enough.”

“Trade?” Hobie asked, you knew that he despises things that needed payment, how ironic he is in a shop right now.

“Most likely, never asked for a payment.”

You found yourself a place to sit while Hobie took the currency back to its pouch and walked out of the counter and entered another room. 

You take a look at the shop, the air is thick with the smell of oil and metal, mingling with the faint scent of burnt wires. Everywhere you look, failed inventions and half-completed projects are strewn. Workbenches are cluttered with tools of all shapes and sizes, gears and gadgets scattered in a haphazard symphony. The shelves are a maze of salvaged parts, organized chaos that Hobie alone can navigate with no troubles.

It seems that this shop alone is Hobie’s and not his boss’.

“Oi, 'ave ya found any agency where y'can work as a pilot, mate?” Hobie called you out, he threw you a larger pouch at your way. You looked inside and saw food that can last for a week. 

“Huh—oh, yeah no. They said they ain’t accepting women.” you rolled your eyes, “I don’t get it, I get the same education from piloting school and I get the treatment of this? Gosh what a world to live in.”

“Fancy givin' 'em agency a bit o' bombin', do ya? Need a test subject for me new invention, I reckon.”

Casting a concerned glance his way, you couldn't help but entertain the idea of wreaking havoc on agencies that rejected you, because fuck them. However, with the dire circumstances you both found yourselves in, residing in the impoverished corners of the lower class, you knew all too well that his boss wouldn't take kindly to such reckless actions.

“I'm guessin' ya wanna, but worried 'bout me safety,” Hobie said, his eyes arched in amusement. “Ya shouldn't, mate. I do this for a livin’.”

“As much as your idea seems cool, I’m not risking it, it might just ruin my profile even more.” you groaned, “Anyways, I’ll go now. A middle class man needed some of his machinery fixed. I need to be there tomorrow.”

You stood from your sitting position, the pouch that Hobie gave you now hung on the belt of your jumper. You gave him a nod, “Thanks for the food.”

“No problem, mate,” Hobie nodded back, his arms crossed on his chest. “Oh yeah, since you're gonna be up at the topside tomorrow, 'eard there's an event goin' on, all about inventions and such. Might spark an idea to build ya own airship and pilot it someday.”

You playfully scoffed, you were never the creative type, only a pilot and fixer, “Never did that stuff.”

“I can lend ya a 'and, mate.” he gave you a charming smile, “And bomb everything.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you exchanged a wave of goodbye with Hobie. Stepping out into the cool night, you found yourself surrounded by the familiar symphony of clanking machinery and the acrid scent of scattered smoke that permeated the air. The dimly lit pebble streets were alive with the steady flow of people, their shadows dancing in the flickering lamplight.

As you made your way through the bustling streets, an idea began to take shape in your mind. Hobie's mention of the upcoming event piqued your curiosity. It promised a gathering centered around inventions and technological marvels, an opportunity to witness the latest innovations firsthand. 

But before indulging in the allure of the event, you needed to fix a mechanical issue for a man. The event might not be bad, you think.

As the early morning sun graced the horizon, you made the decision to take the scenic route on your way to the topside. After bidding farewell to Hobie, you ventured back to his place to freshen up. Your own humble abode lacked any sense of style, its contents consisting of plain brown jumpers and simple white dress shirts. Fortunately, Hobie possessed a keen eye for fashion, offering you the opportunity to spruce up your appearance.

But of course your style won’t disappear from you. You wore the goggles that held a sentimental value for you, it hung on your neck like a necklace. The trinkets you have from your old clothes were hung around your waist and leather belts on your corset that wrapped around your waist. You wanted to remove the corset but it was made by Hobie himself, frills designed at the seams of the belts.

“Gotta say, even though these things are proper stylish, I ain't gonna lie, they ain't worth wastin' your freedom on, tryna fit into those rubbish fashion standards. Regret havin' to unload 'em on ya, but I need this bloody shite outta my place.”

“Why is it here in the first place?”

“Dunno, mate. Just nicked it.”

“What?”

“Need a new one soon,” you slightly sucked your stomach in, “‘cause this isn’t my size at all.”

You gazed up from the midst of the tenement, feeling the gentle touch of the sun's rays on your face. If it weren't for the congested houses stacked atop one another and the crisscrossing lines of laundry hanging in the air, the people of the slums might have been able to truly appreciate the beauty of the sky above.

You found yourself climbing each stacked house, trying to reach your destination in a longer way. Gripping onto rusted iron bars and worn-out ledges, you pulled yourself up, the rough texture of the walls scraping against your palms. The sounds of the slums grew distant as you climbed higher, the air becoming crisp. 

Finally, after what felt like an interminable journey, you reached the zenith of your climb. Standing atop the highest stacked house, you surveyed the topside with awe, the essence of steampunk permeating the landscape. Majestic buildings, adorned with ornate facades and intricate brass embellishments, reached towards the heavens, displaying the opulence of the higher class. The airships, resplendent in their polished metallic sheen, gracefully cut through the clouds, propelled by the power of steam and gears.

As you took in the scene, factories with towering smokestacks filled the air with billowing plumes of smoke, their relentless activity a testament to the industrious nature of this world. It was a sight that mesmerized, a stark contrast to the gritty reality you had left behind in the slums.

Breathing in deeply, you took a moment to savor the accomplishment before stepping off the last stacked house and onto the solid ground of the topside, making your way to the address the man gave you.

The streets of the middle-class district buzzed with activity as people moved about freely, unburdened by the struggles of the lower class. Cars traversed the well-maintained, cemented roads, their engines purring with a sense of efficiency. The residents donned clothing that exuded an air of cleanliness and modesty, their attire distinct from the worn and patched garments you were accustomed to. Your eyes wandered, taking in the sight of buildings occupied by tenants who enjoyed a more comfortable existence. Laughter filled the air as children played and ran with carefree abandon. 

You were familiar with the streets since you lived here, once.

As you arrived at the block, you rapped on the door, the echoes of your knocks resonating through the hallway. It took a few moments, three to five rhythmic knocks, before the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man on the other side. His face bore the marks of a life well-lived, etched with the wisdom of age, and his beard and hair had turned a distinguished shade of white. A monocle adorned his left eye, adding an air of eccentricity to his appearance. Initially, annoyance flickered across his features upon opening the door, but as his gaze fell upon you, a spark ignited in his eyes, transforming his expression into one of intrigue and curiosity.

“Ah! Yes, yes you. Come in come in.”

You thanked him after stepping aside to give you passage inside his house.

In stark contrast to Hobie's cluttered and chaotic abode, the man's living space was meticulously organized and tidy. As you stepped into the room, you couldn't help but notice the cleanliness that pervaded the air. The living room appeared recently cleaned, with everything in its rightful place, giving off an aura of order and precision.

The furniture was arranged with care, and not a single item seemed out of place. Moving towards the kitchen, you found it to be equally immaculate, with gleaming countertops and neatly arranged utensils. It was evident that the man valued a sense of cleanliness and efficiency in his living environment, reflecting his disciplined and focused nature.

"Please follow me," the man said, his tone firm and direct. The exchange of names seemed unnecessary at this moment, and you silently agreed. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a shared purpose that transcended formalities.

As you followed him, he led you into a room that could easily be mistaken for a sunroom, bathed in natural light streaming through the windows. The space was adorned with an abundance of plants, their vibrant foliage filling every corner, while delicate vines cascaded gracefully from the window frames. Shelves lined the walls, filled with an array of work-in-progress inventions, each one a testament to his creative pursuits.

On his cluttered work desk, amidst the scattered tools and gears, you caught sight of a meticulously crafted golden fairy figurine. Beside it lay the blueprint, a detailed depiction of the fairy with intricate sketches and precise measurements. It was evident that this was more than just a hobby for him; it was a labor of passion and dedication.

The man noticed your curiosity directed towards the golden fairy figurine and a warm smile graced his face. "Ah, that," he said, his voice filled with affection. “It's for my daughter. She has a fondness for the enchanting creatures she reads about in fairy tale books.”

You shot your head, removing your gaze from the figurine and its blueprint, “Sorry, can’t help it.”

“No no! It’s alright.” he laughed, the tone in his voice seemed that he was glad a person liked it.

Looking back at the work desk, you said, “It’s beautiful.”

After swiftly resolving a minor issue with his engine, you took off your gloves and tucked them into your pockets. "The problem was simply a malfunctioning steam pressure valve," you explained. "It became clogged due to the buildup of debris from the steam, which can potentially cause damage to the entire steam system if left unattended."

As you untied your hair, the man stood beside you, his eyes fixed on you, eager to hear your advice. "To prevent similar issues in the future," you continued, "I highly recommend implementing a regular maintenance and cleaning routine specifically for the steam pressure valve. This will help keep it clear of any debris and ensure its proper functioning. Regular inspections and proactive cleaning will go a long way in maintaining the efficiency and longevity of your steam-powered equipment."

With your recommendation delivered, the man nodded appreciatively, understanding the importance of proactive maintenance in avoiding future complications.

“Do you work for anyone? Like an agency or something?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

You were taken aback by his sudden question, momentarily caught off guard. “Um, no,” you replied, slightly flustered. “I'm just seeking people who need assistance. That's about it.”

The man's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of interest. “I've been searching for an apprentice to help with my work, particularly in the field of machinery,” he revealed.

You nervously chuckled, not expecting such an offer. “Oh, thank you for considering me,” you responded, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “But I'm not actively looking for an apprenticeship or anything like that.”

Curiosity tinged his voice as he questioned your decision, “Why not? You clearly possess a talent for working with machinery.”

Your laughter fades into a soft sigh. “I appreciate your kind words, but the truth is, I just do this thing for my survival, nothing else—not my passion no.”

The man's expression softened, a hit of disappointment but still understanding the pragmatism in your response. He nodded thoughtfully, respecting your honesty. “I see,” he replied, his tone sympathetic. “Well, if circumstances ever change or you find yourself inclined towards pursuing your passion, keep in mind that there might be opportunities waiting for you.”

You offered a grateful smile, appreciating his understanding. "Thank you," you said sincerely. 

With a swift stride, you left the block behind. Thoughts swirled in your mind as you navigated the bustling streets. Fixing clocks and tinkering with inventions was not your true calling. You were meant to be a pilot, soaring through the skies, witnessing the beauty of the world from above, not getting your hands dirty with someone else's worn-out contraptions.

The distant hum of airships passing overhead only served as a painful reminder of the path you yearned to tread. You had dreamed of the freedom of flight, the thrill of navigating the vast expanse of the sky, not the mundane tasks of a makeshift mechanic. But circumstances had led you to this point, and survival had become your priority.

Then you remembered what Hobie said;

“Oh yeah, since you're gonna be up at the topside tomorrow, 'eard there's an event goin' on, all about inventions and such.”

“Might spark an idea to build ya own airship and pilot it someday.”

Fuck. You don’t know what the event’s name is, Hobie never told you. A gust of wind flew past you—and a flyer smacked onto your face. You took a better look of the flyer; 

Clockwork Convergence

This might be the event Hobie’s telling you, maybe.

It says in the flyer that the event is where various clockwork mechanisms and devices come together, symbolizing the convergence of intricate gears, cogs, and other mechanical components. Itrepresentsacelebrationoftheartistryand— you don’t care about those, seeing an airship close up is enough for you.

You looked at the flyer where the event will happen and coincidentally the time is today and the city center was just a few blocks away from where you are. While you were going your way to the city center, children ran past you seemingly going to where you are headed. You looked up, the city center just in front of you.

As you strolled through the event, you marveled at the diverse array of stalls showcasing the inventive creations of talented individuals. Each stall presented a unique collection of steampunk-inspired gadgets, contraptions, and marvels. You admired the intricately designed clockwork mechanisms, the mesmerizing displays of steam-powered engines, and the elegant fusion of brass, gears, and glass.

However, what truly captivated your attention were the majestic airships moored at the building docks above. Their sleek hulls and billowing sails stood as testaments to the ingenuity and ambition of their creators. The floating marvels were the epitome of steampunk engineering, combining the power of steam, the grace of aerodynamics, and the spirit of adventure. You couldn't help but imagine yourself piloting one of those magnificent vessels, gliding through the clouds with the wind in your hair.

“Excuse me.”

Apologies filled the air as you were jostled and pushed aside by the bustling workers, their attention solely focused on their tasks of carrying crates and setting up the stalls for the inventors. Amidst the chaos, you felt like a mere speck, insignificant and easily overlooked. The workers moved with a sense of urgency as they navigated through the crowd, their sights fixed on their objectives.

You found yourself weaving through the sea of workers, attempting to find a path amidst the commotion. The constant movement and hurried footsteps created a symphony of clatters and shuffles, drowning out any attempt at conversation or personal connection.

Although you felt momentarily invisible amidst the whirlwind of activity, you pressed on. Despite the occasional bumps and brushes with the workers, you remained undeterred, eager to explore the stalls, interact with inventors, and immerse yourself in the captivating world of steampunk creations.

You were focused on one goal, see the airships up close. And you need to get into the city hall to get in one of the docks.

Sneaky, you were not to be seen by the people who do rounds in the city hall. It was easy to get into the building for some reason—they should tighten the security. It took a while to find the door where the docks were, right turn left turn go straight ahead. Until your stupid ass did not notice that there was a label on top of the door saying “DOCKS”, for crying out loud, you walked past that door at least four times.

Slowly, you opened the door. Your face is now mesmerized by the beauty behold in front of you.

The airship resembles a mechanical arachnid suspended in mid-air. Its sleek, elongated body boasted a framework of intricate metalwork, reminiscent of a spider's delicate yet resilient exoskeleton. The gleaming brass exterior glimmered under the sunlight, accentuating the meticulously crafted details that adorned its surface.

The airship's enormous gas-filled compartments formed the main body, resembling the rounded abdomen of a spider, while multiple slender, articulated legs extended from its underside, providing stability and maneuverability in the air. Each leg was a marvel of engineering, a symphony of gears, pistons, and joints working in harmony to mimic the fluid movement of a spider's limbs.

At the forefront of the airship, a bridge emerged, resembling the cephalothorax of a spider, housing the captain's quarters and navigational control room. A panoramic glass dome provided an unobstructed view of the surroundings, allowing the pilot to observe the ever-changing landscape as they steered the vessel through the skies.

The airship's propulsion system consisted of powerful steam-driven engines hidden within the body, propelling it forward with controlled bursts of steam and gears. Large propellers, designed to resemble the spinning motion of spider's spinnerets, were strategically positioned at the rear, providing both forward propulsion and agile maneuvering capabilities.

“Holy mother of—”

“Excuse me?” a voice called out, just behind you. You turned around to see an old man, dressed in blue and white robes, no in particular people would wear those unless they are a keeper. And he is the keeper here in the city hall.

His eyes narrowed at you, suspicious of your appearance without a chaperone—especially what atrocity you are wearing right now that stings his eyes.

“What are you doing here? This is a private place, young lady.”

Before you could make an excuse, you felt a looming presence at your back. You turned your head to see a man in his mid-twenties, slick brown hair swept to his back, he is definitely tall—taller than you and the keeper combined.

Clad in a tailored coat of rich brown leather, embellished with brass buttons and accents, he cuts a striking figure. His stature is accentuated by the impeccable fit of his ensemble, from the finely patterned waistcoat featuring gears and cogs, to the crisp white shirt peeking out beneath. His broad shoulders proudly bear the weight of a unique projector, its brass frame intricately adorned with gears and filigree. The projector casts a soft, ethereal glow, adding an element of mystique to his presence.

Completing his look is a polished silver cane, adorned with elaborate metalwork, serving both as a stylish accessory and a hidden arsenal of miniature tools. Together, his attire and accessories speak volumes about his ingenuity, while his commanding presence leaves a lasting impression on all who encounter him.

His sharp yet cold gaze pierced through you.

“Ah! Mr. O’Hara, do not fret this woman—”

Miguel O’Hara, or O’Hara or whatever the keeper called him, raised his hand, silencing the talking man, his gaze never left you.

“What's your business here?” His voice resonated with a deep, velvety tone, each word carrying a weight that demanded attention. There was a distinct authority in his voice, a commanding presence that made it clear he was used to being listened to.

“I pilot.”

Silence.

Well that response was stupid.

Miguel's gaze intensified, his dark eyes locking onto you with a mix of confusion and amusement. His eyebrows shot up in a display of surprise, creating a distinctive arch that accentuated his intrigue. It was as if he had stumbled upon an unexpected discovery, finding amusement in the peculiar situation before him. The keeper lets out a loud gasp.

“What?! Don’t lie to the inventor, women don—”

“I never remembered telling you to speak.”

The keeper's mouth snapped shut, his initial gasp quickly stifled by a wave of apprehension. It was evident that he was wary of provoking the inventor's anger, choosing silence as the safer option. Meanwhile, Miguel's presence remained towering and commanding, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

His dark eyes bore into yours, seemingly delving into the depths of your being. There was a flicker of amusement in his gaze, fleeting yet unmistakable. The corners of his lips hinted at a subtle upward curve, as if on the verge of a smile. But just as quickly, the expression vanished, replaced by a stoic line that etched across his face, masking his true emotions.

“You pilot?”

[liviavanrouge]

Beth: *Walks up to Livias room, staring at her* Your Uhm...friend, Daze, is worried about you but he's in high spirits and staying hopeful...

Livia: *Stared at the TV playing cartoons, staying silent*

Deuce: Hey!! *Bangs on the glass* Hey, don't talk to her after what you've done!!!

Beth: We're trying to keep you kids SAFE!

Deuce: YOU KIDNAPPED US!!

Epel: *Comes up to his glass window, banging on it* YEAH, WHAT THE HECK!!

Floyd: This ain't how you keep kids safe, Lady.

Neige: A-Agreed! This is so wrong in so many ways!

Najma: YEAH!! Let us go home!

Beth: Kids, please, if you cooperate with us-

Beth: *Freezes as the lights in Livia's room started flickering*

Deuce: LIV, SHE'S LEAVING!! It's okay!

Epel: *Scowls, things around his room starting to float*

Beth: Alright! Alright....I'm gonna leave, I'll have food and electronics sent to you kids, okay...

Najma: .....Can I have a novel?

Beth: Of course, sweetheart, is there anything else anyone needs?

Epel: .....A knife and some apples..

Beth: *Looks at Epel*

Epel: *Glares at her* I like to carve apples into things, can I have it or not.

Deuce: ....I want some gizmos to tinker with

Neige: I'd...like some stuff to sew with!

Floyd: .......well..something to distract me would be nice..

Beth: *Smiles* Alright, I will get everything for you all okay

Beth: Livia, would you like anything?

Livia: .........can I have a picture of my family..

Beth: *Nods, sighing in relief* I'll see what I can do

Beth: And...you kids are not prisoners, I'll get you some proper clothes and see what I can do about getting you out of these...cages..

Floyd: *Watches Beth walk away then walks back to his bed, sitting down* What now?

Epel: HAH, No idea but even she saw these rooms as cages..

Neige: *Stares at the others then turns away and sits in a chair*

Livia: Guys, I wanna go home..

Deuce: We know Liv and we're gonna find a way to get that bracelet off you..

Livia: *Stands up and comes to the glass* This room is tight...

Deuce: *Chuckles* Very tight

Livia: *Grabs a book, sitting in a chair*

Deuce: *Walks away from the glass* We gotta get out of here

Najma: Agreed, before we loose our minds..

Epel: Yeah...

~~~~~

Beth: Alright kids, go ahead!

Deuce: WOAH!! *Runs over to a court, finding gym supplies there*

Najma: *Looks through the movies surprised* Wow...

Neige and Epel: *Heads over to the kitchen area, finding snacks there*

Floyd: *Grins dribbling a basketball, playing a round with Deuce*

Beth: Livia, do you not wanna play?

Livia: *Narrows her eyes* ....I wanna go home..

Beth: I know, sweetheart, and I promise you, you'll go home soon...we are just doing some final tests on your spells to figure out which one is what

Beth: Once they're identified, you all can go home and tutors who'll teach you how to cast those spells will visit twice a week

Livia: *Looks at her* Promise...

Beth: I swear on my life, I know I'd be worried sick if someone took my daughter from me, so I will make sure you all go home, safe and sound

Beth: Later we're gonna do some final scans and you go free

Livia: *Nods and hurries away, joining Najma in watching movies*

Beth: *Walks over to a chair and sits down, smiling as she watched the kids*

Floyd: Too slow! *Dodges Deuce and slams the ball into the hoop*

Deuce: Ah, no fair man!!

Neige: *Laughs, eating snacks with Epel, smiling*

Epel: Nice try Deuce!

Najma: *Sits on the ground beside Livia, watching a scary movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn*

Livia: Woah..

Livia and Najma: *Screams when the monster popped out then laughs, smiles on their faces*

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @fair-night-starry-tears @abyssthing198

[khaire-traveler]

thank you for the advice! it was actually really helpful, as i tend to forget about "mundane over magic", so gotta look at my actual health first

im currently interested in worshipping persephone, hades and hekate. also one ouranic deity: tyche. im mostly placing offerings at their altars atm as i dont really understand how to properly communicate, but yesterday night i tried talking to them mentally and lighting candles, and the flames seemed to react? tyches candleflames were high, one of them was smoking (both of my candles for her are identical) and both of them were dancing towards me (once again, mundane over magic, but there was no draft in the room). hades, persephones and hecates candleflame was high and flickering very aggressively (mundane over magic, but it was actually the first time i saw a candleflame behave like that in general).

once again thanks for your advice!

Hey, Nonny, thank you for elaborating for me!

I'm glad my advice was helpful to you. Especially as a beginner, it's super easy to get caught up in a mindset that focuses more on spiritual causes than mundane causes, so no sweat. Know it happens to many people!

I'm going to put a "read more" because this post is super long after this point. 💀

In regards to how you're worshipping these deities, it sounds like you're off to a great start! Interpreting candle flames is actually a known form of deity communication and divination, so it makes sense that you noticed reactions within the flames. That's already a form of communication you can practice and look more into! This is known as pyromancy and was a historic practice used to discern messages and omens from the gods. Here's a pretty good guide to pyromancy, but please know that all divination is highly intuitive and should mostly be interpreted in your own way for the best results (this takes practice). Also, if you're looking for more ways to communicate with deities, I recommend checking out my pinned post. The Deities & Entities, Hellenic Polytheism, and Divination (← will be updated soon) sections may be particularly helpful to you.

When it comes to worshipping deities, just in general, there is no right or one way to do it. There is no "proper" way which is why it's difficult to give specific advice on. Different things work better for different people. If you're interested in worshipping them in a way that emulates historic worship, I recommend you do your own research on these deities and their ancient cults. I do incorporate historic practices into my personal worship, but I don't emulate them exactly, so I'm honestly not the best person to ask about that specifically. Honestly speaking, giving basic offerings and bonding with your deities are all you really need at a base level. If you want to do more, however, such as rituals or the like, those are things you'll need to do your own research for (using Google Scholar and reading books on the topic because you don't want to get this info from some rando online; it's best to go to the most reliable sources first with these deities especially).

I will say that historically, Hades was never mentioned directly by name out of fear of inviting death to one's doorstep. He was often referred to by alternate names, such as Aides, Aidoneus, Zeus Meilichios, Zeus Eubouleus, Dis Pater (Roman), and Pluton (Roman). The "Zeus" names might seem quite odd, but ancient Greeks would refer to Hades as "the other Zeus" or "another Zeus" to avoid saying his name directly while still showing him respect. This doesn't have to be a rule you follow, as many modern worshippers of Hades don't seem to, but I figured I'd share this fact so that you know about it at least.

Some advice I will give regarding Persephone is to not buy into the portrayals of her relationship with Demeter being abusive or shitty that modern media so often depicts. The original hymn that tells the story of Persephone is called the "Hymn to Demeter" (I recommend you read the ancient hymns and myths; it can provide further context for things as well as information about deities; most can easily be found on Theoi.com) for a reason. The myth of Persephone being kidnapped by Hades was very culturally impactful in ancient Greece, especially for mothers who often saw their daughters being pawned away to unknown men without their consent. For many mothers, seeing Demeter be able to stand up to the men who took her daughter from her was an immensely powerful statement, as well as Demeter still being able to see Persephone, if only for half of the year. There are other interpretations of this myth as well that explain other cultural and religious impacts of it, such as the story being a metaphor for the death of a child. The main point I'm making is not to believe that Demeter treats Persephone like ass and/or that Persephone went to the Underworld of her own free will (based upon the mythos) because that is straight up never mentioned in any ancient Greek texts; it is a solely modern invention. Be respectful when/if Demeter is mentioned; this advice may not seem very relevant, but you'd be surprised how many people are misinformed about this myth and trash Demeter for doing something she quite literally never did in the myth itself.

Regarding Hekate, I will say that she has often been conflated as the "Triple Moon Goddess" or "The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone". This is something created solely by the Wiccan religion and is not historically accurate at all. She was never seen as having those roles. She was still said to have three faces, however, and was seen as the goddess of the crossroads and doorways. In the myth of Persephone's kidnapping, Hekate is the one who witnessed Persephone's abduction and offered to help Demeter find her kidnapped daughter. I know a few people who worship Hekate in a more esoteric sense which is 100% an option if that path interests you. I can ask someone for things you can read about going down that path if you'd like.

Unfortunately, I don't know much about Tyche. I honestly haven't looked into her before and don't know much about the ways she was worshipped in the past. Something that was a common thing for Ouranic deities specifically, though, was burning offerings (only if safe to do so) and letting the smoke travel upwards to the sky. It was believed that the smoke would reach Olympus itself which was how the Ouranic gods received those offerings, especially food offerings of meats. That's all the useful info I can likely give about Tyche.

I hope these things are helpful to you, although I'm unsure if this is the exact advice you were hoping for. Have a great day/night. 🧡

[kidgetrash]

Monsters and Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter 7

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  This is going to be one looooonnnggg fic! I think? So far I'm barely into the plot and I have four chapters, so let's see how far we go! I'll add warnings as they come up!

Summary: Keith and Shiro clash.

‘How did that go?’  Keith asked as the bubble shrank and excluded Coran with a soft “bloop!”.

‘A good MM never reveals his secrets.’  Coran straightened his jacket in a way that suggested he was actually composing himself.

‘MM?’

‘Monster Master.’  Coran swept back his hair.  ‘So, you had all geared up before leaving King Z’opetes castle.  Prince Keith and Lance are now disguised in commoner clothing to make transport through the region easier.  You have your supplies, horses, and are about to set out.  Is there anything you want to do before you leave?’

‘Gotta go to the bathroom before any trip.  It’s just common sense.’  Hunk suggested and they all looked at him, apart from Pidge, who was bobbing her head to music they couldn’t hear while poking away at her floating screen.

‘Let’s assume you’ve all taken care of calls of nature for the entirety of the game.  I won’t be penalising you if you forget.’  Coran organised his dice before him.  ‘You set off on your journey late at night…’

The moon was high in the sky as the group left the castle, following Allura’s lead as to which path they took.  At first they simply rode through the deserted streets of the castle town before leaving the walls proper.  They passed the agricultural region, large fields full of crops that would soon be harvested to see the town through winter.  Ephbe was considered a main stay in the economy as a agricultural country, not only for local produce but for trade and export.  But at this time of night, long before the farmers would rise to go about their duties, the large expanse of fields were simply a reminder of how far from true civilisation they were.  It felt for some time that although the speed of their horses was great, their progress felt like little, an illusion from their current location.

‘How long have you been betrothed to the princess?’  Shiro called over to Prince Keith, whose stoic demeanour had not altered since they left.

‘Almost a month.’

‘Not long then.’  Hunk joined the conversation.

‘Their engagement is a political one.’  Allura said without looking away from the road ahead.  ‘It will bring peace to their two nations, allowing an unbreakable alliance.’

‘Not only political.’  Lance interrupted, disliking people talking about his master when he was right there, as though they knew better.

‘It’s alright.’  Keith glanced at him to let him know he wasn’t offended.  ‘Pidge and I, our engagement is for the alliance, however we have known one another since we were children.  Neither of us is opposed to this.’

‘OooooOOooOOOoO.’  Lance wiggled his eyebrows, but Keith simply turned to Coran.

‘Can I kick him off his horse?’

‘What?!  No!  That was out of character!’

‘Well, you didn’t say that.’  Coran pointed out.  ‘Next time, be more careful and tell us it’s out of character first or Prince Keith will be allowed to roll to kick you off your mount.

‘Jeez.’  Lance slouched back in his seat.  ‘Can’t even make a joke.’

‘Your jokes aren’t funny.’  Keith replied.

‘It’s nice that you both agree.’  Allura got them back on track.  ‘Far too many political marriages are forced and fail.’

‘I think we’ll be fine.’  Keith’s lips twitched in a small smile.  He could think of far worse things than marrying Pidge.

‘What will happen to the alliance if this mission fails?’  Shiro asked and an uncomfortable silence fell over the group, until Lance finally spoke.

‘That’s harsh.’

‘I’m a thief with few morals.’  (Shiro read that off his character sheet, hoping his insult would be enough for someone to kill him so he could re-roll a new character).  ‘Insulting an overeducated royal isn’t exactly a hard task.’

Keith fought to keep the smile off his face, suspecting that their master thief was more used to travelling with others who would just as soon stab you in the back than work efficiently.  ‘No offence taken.  I knew that working together as a group was bound to be trying, we vary in background far too much, but if King Matt has brought us together it is because he believes it is for the best, and I will accept his judgement unless it proves misguided.’

‘What does Matt have over you to make you bow to his wishes so easily when you’re a royal yourself?’

‘My respect.  And that is not easily earned.’  He finally turned, giving a serious look at Shiro.  ‘Matt and I were, you could say, overeducated together, for some of our childhood.  Our mothers were close friends.  He got me out of more trouble than I care to mention in present company, and it was at his gracious suggestion that Pidge and I are to be wed.  I owe him a lot but he asks nothing in return.’

‘Except sending you into the dangers of the wastelands, from which you may never return.’

‘Matt loves his sister, he would not risk her by sending fools on an errand that they cannot win.’  Keith could feel his hackles raise at Shiro’s insistence there was more to this situation.

‘But what might he gain if, perhaps, she were not kidnapped at all, and sent five fools on his errand who the kingdom would not miss?’

Keith turned his horse rapidly into Shiro’s path and drew his sword.  ‘Insinuate one more thing about any of the royal Ephbian family and we will be one less fool!’

‘Prince Keith!  Shiro!  Away your weapons!’  Allura rode back, forcing Keith to move away before glaring at Shiro until the poison tipped throwing dagger in his hand resheathed itself somewhere about his person.  ‘I will personally guarantee this mission is all above board.  Since you began arguing, the princess has been on the move far from here.  She is definitely not still in Ephbe as you suggest, and King Matt is genuine in his concern for her and the alliance!’

‘And, not wanting to offend anyone, but it’s been on my mind,’ Hunk asked hesitantly, ‘why should we trust you?’

Allura looked between them, figuring as they were travelling companions it was in their best interests to know the truth.  ‘Because I am one of the Oshela.’

The silence that fell over the group meant that they all knew what that meant, the only question was who did it concern?

The Oshela were a legendary nomadic tribe who travelled around the realm depending on their duty.  Upon either their coming of age, or their obligation to their charge becoming dire, they would separate from their tribe and rush to their aid.  In Allura’s case, Princess Pidge was under her guardianship, as spoken by the gods of her tribe.  Her sworn duty was to keep Pidge safe, no matter the circumstances.

‘So, who do you watch over?  King Matt?’  Hunk continued.

‘Princess Pidge.’  Allura spun her horse and spurred it into a trot, encouraging the others to follow after her if they wanted answers.

Prince Keith shot a final unfriendly look towards Shiro for all his accusations before spinning his horse and catching up with Allura easily.  Lance followed, but not before indicating to Shiro that he was watching him, with Hunk shrugging and following on.  Shiro shook his head.  This wasn’t your average adventuring group yet they had all been brought together.  Something just wasn’t right.

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[chackyxyooj]

Vol. 0 - A Prologue

The Introduction

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Description: Different ways Mystreet boys find themselves participating in a one night stand and how it goes for them || HEADCANONS

Included: Dante, Blaze, Laurance, Gene, Zenix, Ein, Garroth, Vylad, Zane, Travis.

CW: Brief descriptions of character x reader interactions. All characters depicted in this work are above the explicit age of consent.

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Type 1: No Strings Attached

Ft. Dante, Blaze, Laurance

He’s most likely the one to approach you

If you indulge him and flirt back you’ll catch him hook, line and sinker.

At this point he wants you. He doesn’t want to go the rest of the night never knowing what it’s like to have your taste on his tongue.

A few charming looks combined with a shameless amount of flirting easily convinces you to go home with him.

Once he has you, he’ll make sure to get a proper taste.

He’s gone through the wringer enough times to know how to make the most of the short time he has, and he’ll be damned if he leaves you feeling unsatisfied.

Feeling you, kissing you, making sure you feel good. He’ll put in the works.

You’re pleasantly surprised with how he treats your body. That is, he didn’t let up until he knew you reached your climax - multiple times, even.

But at the end of it all, he is someone who can separate his feelings from the act

He’ll linger back for pillow talk if you’d like, but if you leave immediately after then that’s cool too. He’s not one to judge.

Dante grips your waist and pulls your hips flush against his own. “You can feel it, yeah? Can feel how badly I want you?” He can’t help himself from gently rolling his hips against you and pulling a moan from your lips. It almost made up for all the teasing you forced him to endure earlier in the night.

“Surprised?” Blaze gives a short chuckle as he looks down at your pinned form beneath him. With an experimental thrust of his hips, Blaze relishes the way your body trembles with pleasure. “You don’t gotta act surprised. I said I’d make you feel good!”

Laurance pulls away from you with a satisfied hum. He can’t help but want to look at your pleasure filled expression while you slowly come down from your high. “You look so fucking hot when you cum. It makes me want to see it over and over again. What do you say? Can you cum for me one more time?”

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Type 2: Tall, Dark and Brooding

Ft. Zenix, Gene, Ein

You’re the one who has to approach him

The longer you talk with him, the more it stirs a deep rooted desire inside of him

He wants you, but it’s different from how he’s wanted others before you

When the idea of spending the night together comes around he’s hesitant, but his new found desires bring him to make an exception. Just for you.

When he has you beneath the sheets, he’s greedy. He takes all that you have to offer and then some, but this was your idea in the first place.

Sucking on your skin, nipping at your sensitive places, making you squirm beneath his desperate and needy hands. ‘Craving’ hardly describes how much he loves how you feel against him.

When the end of the night arrives, he isn’t keen on letting you go so soon.

He’ll seduce you as many times as it takes to make sure you stay the night.

This was, after all, your idea in the first place.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you take my cock like this.” Zenix’s thoughts spill out in a breathless laugh. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and grins when he smudges your lipstick across your cheek. “That’s right. Keep taking me like the good little slut you are.”

Gene grabs your wrist and pulls it away from your face, pinning you against the wall with a grin. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see every expression you make with that pretty little face of yours.” Gene doesn’t bother waiting for your reply before pushing himself deep into your pussy. And fuck, if this isn’t paradise then he doesn’t need it. All he needs is you.

Ein runs his hands down the length of your thigh, his nails digging into your skin and leaving streaks of red in their wake. He loves the way your body quivers beneath his touch. It’s only fitting that he gets to mark you up. You’re the one who wanted this in the first place. A grin pulling at his lips, Ein leans down and lets his teeth hover the skin of your neck. “You don’t mind if I take a bite, do you?”

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Type 3: How Did We Get Here?

Ft. Garroth, Vylad, Zane, Travis

It doesn’t matter who approached who, but the reason for approaching was probably for something other than a one night stand

When the end of the night is in sight, he hardly even realises that he’s been talking to you for hours. Time really flew by!

The idea of going home together is something he brings up as a joke so he doesn’t seriously consider it, but to his surprise you take him up on it.

He knows he’s not the type who can separate his feelings from the act but he can’t help himself. He really wants to spend just a few more moments together.

Somehow, in some way, the two of you leave and end up in his bed.

Things are moving faster than he thought they would, but at the same time he can’t help but feel like things are moving too slowly. He needs you.

Being as this is something he doesn’t usually do, his hands and lips are cautious.

You can feel how much he wants you and you’re more than happy to guide him along - something he’ll be forever grateful for.

His mind will undoubtedly be consumed by you.

The way you taste. How great you feel when you grind against him. It makes him throw caution to the wind - taking you and filling his room with his own sounds of pleasure.

When all is said and done he wants to pull you in and hold you close as he falls asleep, but if you’re not willing to indulge him then he won’t force you to stay.

But after tonight there’s no doubt in his mind that sex is an emotional affair.

“Are you… ah…” Garroth can feel himself melting into your touch. The hand you hold against his face is so warm. So calming. It almost makes him forget that his cock is buried deep inside of you. Almost, but not quite. “I can’t think straight. That’s how good you’re making me feel.”

Vylad brushes back your hair and trails kisses down the side of your face. When he pulls away he immediately follows your gaze down to where your bodies connect. To feel your walls around him is one thing, but watching his cock disappear into you makes the pleasure nearly unbearable. “I really want you to cum for me. Can you tell me how I can make you cum?”

“You feel so damn good but I… I don’t know where to put my hands.” Confesses Zane between shallow breaths and quiet groans. It isn’t long before you pull your lips off of his length with a quiet laugh, making the boy’s face flare up in embarrassment. Even in the midst of such an intimate moment, Zane can’t help love how exposed he feels beneath your gaze.

“H-hey… why’d you stop? I-it felt really good, you know?” Travis pouts at the loss of your touch. He really enjoyed the way you were grinding against him, so to have it torn away was like torture! But what came next, the sight of you carefully peeling your clothes off of your body right in front of him, it more than made up for that loss. “Oh fuck… you’re gorgeous.”

[handelplayssims]

It’s another snowy day in Windenburg. Should have expected that honestly for their winters. Hopefully it won’t blizzard because I gotta send Lara around to the neighbors and asking for signatures. Shame one of them moved out! First up is Izzy though…just as the weather decided to kick into blizzarding. -grumble- Lara’s also awake. Her only moods are to cry out her sad emotions she isn’t feeling because she is always focused thanks to that overclocked computer. The other is to become enemies with Blossom Greenburg. ...sure but first we gotta go talk to the neighbors.

There’s only two neighborhood families in this area to ask for repeal signatures. First up, the Bjgergsens. Home to Sofia, Elsa and Bjorn, with wife Clara having been taken by Neighborhood Stories. Only Sofia and Bjorn count for the NAP repeal so let’s go ask them for signatures! Sofia refuses so onto Bjorn. Turns out, Lara finds out the Bjorn is like her. Gloomy! So I decided to make them actual friends! It also helps that they are both in the Garden Gnomes so I feel they really should be friends already. Bjorn was receptive to the NAP at least! And with asking “hey do you want to try to find a job” the two became good friends. This is mostly because I didn’t notice when they became friends because I was waiting for the happy moodlet and I had the neutral fine moodlet for a People Person getting another friend. Ah well! OFF TO THE VILLAREALS! Also ran into some pear trees along the way and how they survive the winter blizzards, I do not know.

The Villareal’s contain Jacques, Luna, Hugo and Max Villareal. Still one of my first npc households I played. But sadly, I haven’t been back to them in ages. Also Jacques did get a wife but Neighborhood Stories took her away. Very rude like that. They won the lottery so I got them a proper home with sprawling gardens! Also looks to be a heated pool, not that I think they’d go for a dip in this weather. BLIZZARDS! Anyway, three chances for a repeal signature. Jacques is a no. Luna’s a no. Hugo is a no. ALAS! It’s time to find other people to bring home. It’s time to find...co-workers.

Closest one by location is Fuuka Yamagishi in Newcrest. So I say hello to her and her wife and then bring them back to Lara’s home. And then go, “heeeey, can I get these signatures from you two? I only need one!” Thankfully, Accord gave me what I wanted. Amusingly, I had to send Cameron to bed because work was soon and he needed sleep and it was almost 10PM so I also needed to send Izzy to bed soon after! This was a day focused entirely on the NAPs and the socializing of Lara! Until Cameron needed to head off to work. Anyway, Cameron’s at work all night soooo-

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: The Moran household moved in.

And will soon accept their new pet into their life!

Henford-on-Bagley: The Baumgartner household recently moved in.

We need another day. And OH MY GOD THE SUN HAS PEAKED OUT! AAAAH! HALLELUJAH! Praise be the gods on high! Also Cameron came back from work with a super-tense moodlet of “oh my god please give me a vacation” despite the fact that he was on vacation already. For both Winterfest and New Years! Man needs more vacations. Naturally by 8AM, at just the time I was thinking for Lara to go and actually have a club meeting for once, the blizzards kick in. Again. Well hey, at least this time, I can actually do the cry it out want for Lara. Lara still wants to make that money and I don’t believe hacking goes well when sad. So instead it’s time to pour that sadness into writing a book.

I have just the title. Also Charity decided to drop on in.

Eh, Izzy is more of a science nerd. Not a music nerd. Anyway, the result was the kid had the play the bongos and Izzy got the rainstick. Oooo, rainsticks are fun! I had one of those. A great noise maker. Sad moodlet cleared off of Lara by the power of sitting down at a computer! And bills rolled in. Again. Anyway, it’s back to a hack and then working on a video game! Oh and Izzy fulfilled her resolution by simply improving her grades a lot. Nicely done. But hopefully the true end goal comes soon. Annnd she does! Childhood aspiration complete! Now, it’s Monday so she’s coming home with a school project. And she’s bringing a friend home from school, very convenient for school projects. Liana Leone, mean girl and daughter to a family that turned into vampires. Also she’s angry. So she’s just yelling at Izzy while doing this work. Yeesh. Got the hurt sentiment and everything. Welp.

Cameron’s finally awake from his post-work slumber! Both he and Izzy get some leftovers and take a bath. Now to see what Cameron wants to do...he wishes to pull a prank on Baako Jang! Well, it’s been far too long since I’ve left this house. Let’s drop by Baako’s! ...naturally, he is behind a door that is locked. I wait until evidently he decided to try to go to bed to go and prank him. I’m totally a criminal! Yes, be tense about it!

It’s here that I decided to check the calender. And what do you know it, GeekCon is tomorrow! That’s basically a holiday for this bunch of nerds! When I get back home, I’m calling holidays for everyone! And so I did! Both go home and called the holidays. Because Cameron’s next whim is to gain handiness level, which is related to his aspiration, which wants five upgrades around the home. Which hey! That I can do! So many things to upgrade and I just stick with the bathtub. I say and then I add on an upgrade to the observatory nearby. And then I head everyone to bed, so they can all be well-rested for the upcoming GeekCon!

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: The Crouse household recently moved in.

Haruto Kobayashi in the Kobayashi household has started a job as a Freelancer Writer in the Freelance Writer career.

Brindleton Bay: A dog was adopted by the Moran household.

[fillyoursoulxx]

In all honesty, Louis had been surprised to get a text from Elena. She'd said she wanted to see him again, but he figured it was the high of the night or some crap she fed guys to sate their egos after a crazy night. It had been some of the weirdest, hottest sex he'd ever had. And he could see how some guys would find that fucking addicting. They'd wanna know it was just as good for her, which eh-- jury was out. Seemed like a good time and don't get it twisted, Louis knew he was a good fucking lay but considering that night? Well not even he was egotistical enough to believe he was throwing off the curve.

Part of him didn't trust himself that night not to truly appear obsessed with her. Hence him giving her his number, not the other way around. One, in his experience it made a girl feel more comfy especially if things weren't fireworks or whatever. Two, it kept him from doing anything too idiotic too soon. Cause god, he remembered that first text to Stella all but admitting how fucking in love with her he was and every time it made him throw up in his mouth a little.

He liked to think he'd grown from that idiotic kid. Not much. But some. So when Elena did text him? And continued to text him? He had no issue letting it all hang out so to speak. He didn't need to feel on edge or do that stupid back and forth trying to figure out how not to spook her right off that bat. He just got to enjoy it and even more surprising, they actually got on pretty well outside of the bed or shower or whatever public he was tucking her away in.

There was an itch to take her out. Proper like. But Louis found himself at a bit of a loss. Where the fuck did you take a woman that literally had it all? She could go where she pleased, do what she pleased, buy what she pleased. And yeah, he knew there had to be some stipulations given her slip the first night, but he stayed true to his silent promise. He hadn't pried. It'd taken him fucking days to come up with something. Something that could either go really well or god damn horrible.

"Errr wrong," he replied with a smirk as he brought the car to a halt. "Though I wouldn't tell you if you had guessed right, would I?" He tutted his tongue with a knowing grin before he got out, coming around to her side to help her out. "Now-- before you freak out. This isn't it. This is prep," he said keeping her hand in his as he nodded to the theatre near by. The marque read Stardust Theatre and as he led her inside through the lobby and behind the stage, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little nervous. There were racks of clothes already lined up, a wide array of mostly modern styles, none of which looked like costumes. Actual outfits or rather pieces. There was a table in front of them, one that almost looked more like a tree stump than anything else, that held a jewelry box, a few small stacks of index cards and a pen. Dropping her hand, he stepped over to the table, "So-- tah dah! Welcome to date prep. If you aren't completely fucking freaked out, come over here and if you are, that's fine too. Plan B is france, but gotta say, it won't be anywhere near as fun..."

           elena really didn’t expect to keep in touch with louis after that first eventful night, she assumed that the high of it all would wear off and she’d be disgusted by him, never wanting to see his face ever again. that couldn’t have been further from the truth, though. she actually made an effort to reach out to him, spent most of her days texting him about any and everything that she could think of. he was the last person she thought about at night and the very first on her mind in the morning. maybe his words from that first night were true, she really was obsessed with him. . but there was something else there too. she just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

his offer to take her out was one that elena accepted without hesitation, only he refused to tell her exactly where they were going.  ❛  you know i don’t like surprises. why won’t you just tell me? what if i’m not dressed properly for it? ❜  elena asked, glancing over at him in the driver’s seat.  ❛  i guess i’ll just have to start making guesses. hm.. a movie? a private jet to france? am i warm?  ❜  @fillyoursoulxx

[luveline]

how abt reader holding her hand over her mouth to silence her cries because she was never allowed to cry freely in her house and remus walks in on her and comforts her?

thank you for your request!! tw for implied rough childhood ♡ fem!reader | 1.1k words

Remus gets home from the shop quietly like he always does. The door is well oiled and makes no sound as it pushes open. He shucks his shoes off with a practiced ease, the reusable bag hanging from his elbow making next to no noise. Remus likes his quiet life and so do you – he's too jumpy and you've always been his little mouse, and though you have more than enough to say, you tend to say it at a moderate level. 

He adores that about you, but he'd also adore you screaming or incensed, just to be clear. 

It had been a late night trip and you've been out of sorts today. Remus had suggested you stay home and maybe head to bed if you wanted to while he walked to the corner shop two streets away for a pint of milk to make tea in the morning and something sweet for you. He hadn't disclosed that part. 

Remus puts the milk in the fridge and the bag back in the cupboard under the sink, your sweet treat in hand. 

And usually he'd say something as he walks in, feels the saccharine Dove, I missed you, on the tip of his tongue. He withholds, worried you're asleep, and then can't summon words when he realises you're far from it. 

You stand with the back of your hand pressed over your mouth and your shoulders to him, shaking with the sheer force of your sobs. Remus can't remember ever having seen you cry this hard. The only sound is your ragged breathing. Panic drips off of you in waves. 

He doesn't want to surprise you. He takes a soft step back and hits his hand against the doorway as he comes back in to give you some more warning. 

He says your name softly. 

You flinch towards him, see that it's him and turn straight back around. Your hand turns, pressed so hard over your mouth that Remus is genuinely worried you'll leave fingerprint bruises over your pretty face.

"Dove," he says, dropping the sugary treat he'd found for you on the dresser. 

You don't protest as Remus wraps his arms around your back, your shakes calming very slightly when he crosses them over your front to rub aimless lines up and down the lengths of your sides. 

He pushes his face into your neck. "Tell me what's wrong." 

You try and it hurts his heart. The very beginning of a word warped by a sob, your hand slapped straight back into place to smother it. 

"Dove, you gotta tell me." 

You shake your head.

Remus turns you in the circle of his arms for a proper hug. You cling to him, hands fierce as they bunch in his shirt, damp face pressed to his collar. Remus curls one arm behind the nape of your neck like he might protect you from the world or at the very least what's hurting you so much. 

"Please tell me what's wrong," he says, his worry a tangible nausea, a sloshing, unhappy wave. 

"I can't- can't tell you without crying." 

"So tell me while you're crying," he murmurs. 

You don't. 

Remus is very quickly realising why you might not want to cry. He knows in some part how you grew up. Wonders, though he thinks the answer would break him, how often you were told to stop crying, lest you be given a reason to.

"It's okay," he says. "It's okay. It's okay. You can cry as much as you want to." 

You make a high-pitched keen that feels like a kick to the stomach. Remus pets your back desperately. 

From then your crying is both terrifying and easier than before. You make sound, real sound, and it's devastating, but Remus is just so glad to hear it, to know you trust his word. 

"That's it, get it all out," he says. 

"Sorry," you say. It's more of a gasp than a word. 

"No, it's okay. You don't need to be sorry." 

You shake your head, damp cheek rubbing against his skin. Your sobs taper out and turn to something softer. Soon, the tears draw to an end. You breathe heavily and sniffle, your lips moving up to his neck as you force yourself further into his open arms. 

You kiss his throat. It's messy, disorientated. "Sorry, Remus."

He bites back a frown, feeling very very sad for you. "It's alright," he says, rubbing your back. "Of course it is." 

"I… It was lots of little things." 

This is a relief. Though he's surprised. "Lots of things? You wanna tell me about them?" 

"Yeah," you say, voice thick. He can hear you swallow around it uselessly. 

He pushes your face from his neck to hold it in both hands, assessing. He gives you his softest smile, and is thrilled when you smile back. 

His fingertips press into your temples lightly. "Is there something I can do now that will make you feel better?" 

"No. None of it is about you, Remus." 

"It's okay if it is. And," he strokes your cheek, "it's okay to cry about these things. You don't have to cover them up. You don't have to hide from me when you're upset." 

Your eyes close. You shudder as you lean into his touch. "I know," you say. 

Your face is sticky in his palm. 

"You wanna come and make a cup of tea with me?" he asks. 

You nod but don't move otherwise. His fondness for you is an ocean. 

Your eyes open as he drops one hand to your neck and gives you a small squeeze. "More of that later," he promises, and means it. He'll hold your face for hours if you want him to. 

But for now he wants to make sure you're all ticked off. A hot cup of tea, something to eat, a soft blanket. 

"I got you something," he says, trying to tempt you. 

You peek at what he's taken into his hand. When you realise what it is your entire face crumples and you look dangerously close to crying again as you say, "Thank you, baby." 

He sets about kissing away a sluggish tear, frantic as it curves down your cheek. "Anything for my girl, yeah?"

He wants to say, please don't cry over a snack that cost me a pound, but that directly contradicts the whole cry as much as you need to thing, and so he wipes away tears and hums to himself the whole time. "Poor girl," he says, trying for lightness as he jokes, "if you don't like it you can just say, don't have to cry about it." 

Your wet giggle is a ray of sun. He knows you'll be okay.

[since0202]

Taking Time—Fifty-Two

Not that easy

Word count: 11,599 (oops)

There have only been a handful of times where I’ve woken up with a true hangover. Most were spent with Becks and Keye in our high school days after staying out a tad too late at a local house party and drinking the latest concoction of Quileute kid punch. One was after a truly raucous night at Sam and Emily’s a few months after meeting the pack for the first time and Paul opted for us to just sleep at their place rather than drag me home. The only other time I can remember before that though, was the day after the imprint. I had felt groggy, lightheaded, and like I was going to pass out all day. There was never a point where I didn’t feel actively nauseous and at the time, it felt like a warning. Now I know exactly what it was: the universe shifting and locking into place. Destiny taking hold with her vice grip and squeezing me clean of my senses. 

Maya woke up with a splitting headache and nearly naked in her soft bed. She hadn’t bothered to change into proper pajamas, and had unceremoniously stripped off her dress and thrown on a Columbia university t-shirt as she listened to each voicemail from home like they were episodes of a riveting podcast. 

Becks was indeed pregnant again and had called Maya back at the end of April to let her know through a wet, wonderful, tearful voicemail:

“Listen, Maya. Something amazing has happened and I know you’re busy and all, but I just wanted to tell you that…that I’m pregnant again. God….” There was a long pause as Maya heard her sniffling and trying to get her tears under control, “I know it seems like a lot. I mean Ephy isn’t even one yet, but I’m so happy and I just….I just wish you were here. And I get it, I really do. You had to do what you needed to to be happy, just like I did what I did to be happy. But, My…I just…Nevermind… I just love you and I wish you were here, you know? Ugh, sorry it’s probably the hormones.” A deep, sounding voice called out to Becks from way off. Probably Jacob coming home. “I gotta go, but I love you and I hope you’re okay. And I hope…I hope I can see you soon.”

Maya had listened to that one a couple of times, tearing up herself. She had missed so much. Her phone was filled with messages and photos from her family: 

Ephriam’s first birthday. Seth and Sadie’s wedding. Kim’s baby shower and delivery announcement. A bonfire night at Sam and Emily’s. The first Christmas at Jacob and Becks’ with the whole pack crammed into the wide open living room surrounded by piles of gifts. Maya noticed Paul was nowhere in sight in any of the photos and wondered if he had been the one to take them instead or if he was absent altogether. 

Keye was also noticeably absent from most of the photos, save for Seth and Sadie’s wedding. There was a beautiful one of her clutching a champagne glass and smiling to somewhere far off. Maya had opened the last and only text she had received from her when she had first skipped town. If anyone could keep quiet about her reaching out, it would be Keye, Maya thought. So she typed out a message in the early morning as the sun was beginning to break over the New York City skyline that simply said: 

“I miss you.” 

Now, as Maya rubbed her face and glanced toward the long, floor to ceiling windows that spanned an entire wall of her room, looking out over the street below, she considered if last night had been some strange dream. 

Late morning light poured through the windows and she groaned trying to clear her head, but the ache and pounding wouldn’t subside. She felt terrible, wrecked, as hungover as her first time drinking Quileute kid punch at Tommy Sutherland’s 16th birthday party on the beach. 

Maya threw the covers over her head, trying to get a grip. She felt awful. A soft buzzing to her right let her know that her phone was nearby. Maya groaned and slung an arm over her eyes as she pawed for her phone with the other. She had forgotten to plug it in last night and it was currently sitting around 20% battery as a result. Great. Maya squinted at her phone beneath the covers 

5 new messages from Arden

“Fuck,” Maya sighed as a fresh wave of nausea rolled through her body. Her teaching assistant orientation was today anyway, so she knew she’d probably catch him on campus. Dealing with it now via text felt like too much. So, she quickly opened the text thread, glanced at the last two messages that read: I just want to know that you’re alright. He looked like that guy from the art gallery, do you know him?

She shot off a quick “Hey! I’m so, so sorry about last night. I’ll explain everything when I see you today. I’m okay” and closed her phone again with a groan. 

Last night had most assuredly not been a dream. Her muscles felt tight and sore from the sheer tension between the two of them. Her lips felt like they had done battle. But the pain…aside from this cracking headache and the rolling wave of nausea, Maya had no signature hollow ache that she had lived with for the past year. 

When Paul had dropped her off last night with a soft kiss and his gentle goodbye, Maya felt like she had been slammed into a brick wall. She was so sure he would claim her last night and there would be nothing really she would have done to stop it. She had wanted him and the imprint had thrown her into such a state of disorientation that he could have probably gotten her all the way to the airport and on a plane before she would have realized what was happening. 

But he didn’t. 

For all the rage and upset that she knew was boiling inside of him, he had brought her back to her home, kissed her goodnight, and left her on the doorstep. Maya rubbed her forehead and cast the covers off of her before sitting up slowly. She ran a hand across her stomach as if to test for the ache that had accompanied her and sometimes crippled her, but none came. 

Maya glanced at her phone again and then dragged herself out of bed and toward the shower. Despite Paul tentatively re-entering her life, he had not reached out and the space felt monumental between them. Maya couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or not just yet considering everything. Was this just the calm before the inevitable storm that was Paul Lahote? Or was it something different? 

Whatever it was, Maya knew she’d have to be careful and avoid slipping into the familiar rhythm of the imprint that would lull her right back into her old problems. 

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Maya quickened her pace across campus as her navy blue floral mini dress fluttered out around her upper thighs. The thin material clung to her hips and she had thrown on a light wash jean jacket over the delicately tied shoulder straps to prepare for the likely chill of the over air conditioned lecture hall. She had pulled her hair half up and tied a ribbon matching the color of her dress through it and it fluttered gently in the breeze past her shoulder-cropped hair. With the last sweltering days of summer clinging to New York, the less clothes the better, she thought. 

Maya readjusted her leather tote on her shoulder ladened down with notebooks and her laptop. She planned on getting some pre-semester work done after the orientation if she could. Her junior year was vitally important to the networking stage of her degree. She’d be busier than ever attending events and gladhanding. Luckily, she had Arden and now Dr. Bronnard in her corner singing her praises, but still, the thought of securing a high-value internship this year sent a nervous thrill through her. 

“Maya!” a familiar voice shouted across the quad. Maya slowed and turned to see Arden in a light t-shirt and some slacks. The heat was really getting to everyone. She paused and smiled waiting for him to jog up to her. “I thought that was you,” he said a little breathless, “Are you alright?” he readjusted his bag on his shoulder and reached out to gently graze her arm with his other hand. 

“I’m fine,” Maya shook her head, slightly embarrassed and looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry I disappeared on you last night, I—” she looked up to see Arden shaking his head gently. 

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s alright,” he said almost knowingly. Maya heaved a sigh of relief. 

“Really?”

“Really,” his smile was warm and kind as he brought his hand up to cup her cheek. 

And again, Maya wondered how no one had fallen in love with it yet. But maybe that was it, maybe someone had.

“I told you, I see you. I get it,” he promised. Maya nodded and couldn’t help leaning into his hand. “Are you ready?” he nodded over her shoulder toward the lecture hall letting his hand drop. 

Maya looked up at the double doors and then eagerly back toward him with a wide smile, “Absolutely.” Arden nodded his assent and wound his hand down her back and gripped her hip as they walked toward the front doors. He grabbed the door and held it open for her as she slipped through. 

The TA’ship was completely informal. Only Maya and two other undergrads were selected by professors to shadow their grad courses and grade papers. They wouldn’t be teaching anything, but it was a special opportunity to get a head start on some upper level material, work closer with grad students who were starting their research and even have the opportunity to work with their professors on their research. 

Arden of course had selected Maya for the position and she was thrilled to be sandwiched between two studious looking grad students in the lecture hall as head of the TA program droned on about expectations. Being Arden’s unofficial TA meant that she would most likely be spending more time in his office again with him. The thought made her chew her lip in worry and excitement. Without the dull ache present in her belly, Maya was able to consider a life of possibilities without the imprint tugging her attention away. 

But still, she was worried. If the ache was gone, that had to mean that Paul was nearby. But so far, he was keeping his distance. 

After the orientation, Maya laughed as Arden led her down the staircase from the front doors, regaling her with yet another story about a mishap that happened in his lab prep last week that had resulted in several thousands of dollars worth of regent test strips getting ruined. 

Maya leaned into Arden’s side as she held her stomach in laughter, her jean jacket hanging loosely from her hand as the sun washed over the bare skin of her shoulders and neck. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Maya lifted her head and wiped a stray tear that had escaped her eye from laughing so hard and was halted to a stop. 

Arden looked down at her, his hand resting on her lower back confused at her sudden stop and lifted his eyes to where she was staring. 

Standing off to the side against the brick wall of the adjacent building was Paul. His massive arms were folded across his chest clad in a black t-shirt. His face was pulled into a grimace as he watched Maya sway uncertainly. He didn’t move though. 

Maya looked up at Arden, her eyes swimming with confusion and a plea of understanding. He glanced at Paul and then smiled comfortingly down at Maya. “You going to be okay? Or should I wait for you?” 

Maya let out a solid breath and let a small smile break over her face. “Thank you,” she said softly, “I’ll be fine. I’m just going to see what he wants,” Maya said, her voice only slightly wavering. Arden watched her for a moment, not sure about leaving her but ultimately, after another glance in Paul’s direction he conceded and gave a brief nod. He squeezed her arm gently and said “I’ll be in my office. Text me if you need me,” before heading off across the quad toward the science building. 

Maya didn’t move for a moment, her eyes glued to Paul’s across the way. He looked furious, as he most often did now with each of their meetings, but Maya’s lips tingled with the remembrance of his mouth on hers last night. Resolved to not lose her way this time, she swallowed hard and walked purposefully toward Paul. His eyes watched her every movement: the soft sway of her hips, the soft fleshy tremble of her upper thighs that peaked out of from under the flimsy fabric of her dress as she walked, the subtle bounce of her breasts, the swing of her arms, and the curl of her fingers into gently fists. 

What he wouldn’t give to rip that dress off of her and remind her of who he was. 

Maya stopped a few paces away from him, her brain already fogging from his heady scent. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest, mirroring his position. 

“Hi,” she said gently, the wind blowing her hair across her shoulders. Paul’s intense gaze held her and he just gave her that wicked smile, one that promised he’d wreak havoc on her heart if she let him. When he didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes and swore she heard a soft growl come from him in response, “What are you doing here?” she said with more impatience. 

Paul pushed off of the wall and walked a little closer to her. Maya stiffened. 

“I was going to take you to lunch,” he said, his voice a rumble of pure temptation, “If you were hungry.” Maya stayed stock still, worried that any movement would draw that lustful gaze and set her on fire. “Unless, you were busy with…something else,” he said the last part through gritted teeth as he glared pure malice over her shoulder where Arden had disappeared into the science building. 

She didn’t have plans…but, “Just lunch?” she asked tentatively. She desperately wanted her voice to come out stronger and not with that tinny undercurrent of need currently coating it. Paul’s eyes snapped back to her and he fought back a scowl at the distrust he found on her face. 

He gave her one solid nod and Maya relaxed, taking a deep breath. “Fine,” she said. “But I need to be back here by 2:30 for a meeting,” she lied. There was no meeting but at least it gave her a deadlined to adhere to. She worried if she didn’t set an end time for herself, she’d never leave his side with the imprint itching at her brain like this. 

He held out his hand to her in agreement and Maya hesitated only slightly before slipping her hand into his. His warm, reassuring palm sent an electric shock through her and she swallowed the gasp that fought up her throat. They started down the quad together and Paul reached around her to grab the bag off of her shoulder so he could carry it. Thankful for the lack of weight, she stepped closer to him, pressing her side against his arm as they walked toward one of the campus parking lots. 

Though they walked in silence, the tension buzzed through Maya’s body, tightening her nipples into hard peaks and swirled in agonizing lightning between her legs. When they reached the sleek black Mercedes, Maya hesitated again. He opened the passenger door for her and quickly walked around to the drivers side, depositing her bag into the backseat first. Maya bit her lip and hesitated at the open car door. 

“Paul,” she said quickly. He looked at her, that fire still brimming in his eyes. If looks could kill… “Just lunch, right?” she heard herself nearly beg. Paul openly scowled now and rolled his head back. 

“Maya, I’m not going to fucking kidnap you. Just get in the car,” he said harshly. Maya frowned. It was not outside of the realm of possibilities that he would placate her and then steal her away—he’d done it before. When she didn’t move, he placed both of his arms on the top of the car and leaned forward, “You already ran away once, what would be the point of me dragging you back to the rez if I know you’re just going to run from me again the first chance you get?” His voice dripped with anger but there was also regret. Maya pursed her lips and then nodded getting into the car without further protest and quickly snapped on her seatbelt. 

Paul sank into the driver’s seat and when he shut his door, Maya’s senses were once again flooded with the intoxicating scent of him. Immediately, she felt that ache thrum between her thighs and had to stifle a gasp. This was ridiculous—if she was going to have this reaction every time she was close to him, she didn’t stand a chance of maintaining control. When he turned on the car, she rolled down the window and ignored his look of curiosity as he navigated them toward their unknown lunch destination. 

They drove in comfortable silence. Maya leaned on her arm toward the window and tried not to react when she felt Paul’s hand rest gently on her upper thigh. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her skin and Maya ignored that heat that pooled between her legs quickly in response.

After about ten minutes of pure silence, Paul slid the car up to a valet who opened the door for Maya and helped her out. Paul was quick to come around and place his hand gently on her lower back, his fingertips just grazing her hip. The searing heat of his hand seemed to burn through the thin fabric of her dress as he led the way to the elevator. Maya shivered in the air conditioned hotel and slotted her body next to Paul’s to absorb some of his warmth. Paul’s hand slid to her hip and squeezed and Maya couldn’t help but look at their reflection in the mirrored elevator doors as they slid closed in front of them.

Paul was looking down at her as she stared straight ahead. When she leaned her head against his shoulder, he gently kissed the top of her head for a half second before straightening as the doors opened. A gleaming hostess stand stood just outside of the elevator. In a gruff tone, he checked them in for their reservation as if perturbed by their sudden lack of aloneness.

Maya smirked and let him lead her out onto the rooftop, following the hostess. He pulled out her chair and she sank down into it with a soft ‘thank you’. 

When he settled across from her, she trained her eyes on him and with humor said, “So, you were just so sure I would accept your invitation that you made a reservation, huh?” 

Paul raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head with a chuckle as he looked out over the glass partition that gave them a spectacular view of the upper east side. 

“I hoped,” he said before he looked back at her, “I didn’t know if you would accept, but I did hope.” 

“Mmm,” Maya hummed as she sipped some water. After a beat of silence where he just stared at her, she let out a huff and asked teasingly, “Sooo, how are things?”

The side of his mouth quirked up into a heartbreaking grin. His tight, trimmed beard covered that signature dimple she would so often press whenever she had made him laugh particularly hard. But she liked this look on Paul, albeit a bit darker, and more sinister. Before he could respond, the waitress came over and took their drink orders. Maya ordered a white wine to which Paul raised an eyebrow. 

“You sure you don’t want the lavender gin and tonic?” he asked curiously. Maya gave him a tight smile and shook her head, reaffirming to the halted waitress that she’d have the white wine. When she nodded and parted, Maya turned back to Paul and sank back into her chair. 

“You don’t know everything about me anymore,” she shot back quietly. Paul’s jaw ticked tightly and he looked off into the distance again. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of his chair and tried to calm himself. “So?” Maya prompted again. Paul let out a frustrated breath and looked back at her before shrugging. 

“Everything is fine. Business is good. I’ve expanded my client base out here and my work has gone over well.” He said everything so matter-of-factly, as if it didn’t please him to have been so successful. His body language was tight and his shoulders visibly tensed. Maya tilted her head to the side as she observed him. 

He was already irritated, maybe not with her, but just in general—she could see it coloring his face. The waitress dropped their drinks off and asked if they’d like to order lunch. Maya opened her mouth to order the seared scallops and risotto but Paul beat her to it. 

“She’ll have the scallops and risotto, side salad with arugula instead of spinach and the raspberry vinaigrette. I’ll take the steak salad,” he smiled at the waitress who glanced at Maya. Maya just nodded and she took off quickly. 

When she turned to level Paul with a look of incredulity, she was met with a teasing smile. One that begged her to say something. 

“Tell me again how I don’t know anything about you anymore?” he prompted after a short beat of silence. Maya brought the wine glass to her lips and took a soft sip, shaking her head and stifling a giggle. His eyes sparkled with amusement and she momentarily lost her breath. There was the Paul she knew, not this angry, sharp version he had been presenting thus far. She decided to take a chance with her next question seeing as she had successfully put him into better spirits. 

“So, how far along is Becks?” she said quickly, holding onto her wine glass. Paul’s face fell back into a grimace and he scoffed angrily. 

“You could just call and ask her, you know,” he said around his whiskey glass. 

“You don’t have to be a dick about it,” Maya shot back, her voice slightly rising. 

“And you don’t have to be this stubborn. For fuck’s sake, Maya. That’s your family, they just want to hear from you,” he kept his voice low but the rage coating his tongue was spitting fire in Maya’s direction.

“You know what,” Maya said abruptly as she set her wine glass down with a little too much force, sloshing wine over the edge, “I don’t have to listen to this,” she pushed away from the table, but Paul rose at the same time to meet her. 

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm harshly. Maya looked down at his hand squeezing her arm and frowned. 

“Let go of me,” she said as she tugged, but he wouldn’t. 

“I’m sorry,” he said between gritted teeth, “Please sit down.” Maya glared at him and shook him loose before sitting back down in her chair. 

Paul ran a hand through his black hair that had grown out long enough to curl a little at the ends by his ears. Before he sat back down, he clenched and unclenched his hands into fists a few times. 

“She’s about five months, give or take,” Paul finally said, his voice barely hiding the anger, “She’s doing well. No complications so far and Jacob has chilled out considerably since it’s their second and he feels more prepared.” 

Maya fought back the well of emotion gathering in her throat. She swallowed thickly and followed it with a strong gulp of wine before she said, “Hard to imagine Jacob being chill about anything, let alone his pregnant wife.” 

“How did you know they got married?” Paul asked innocently, genuine confusion on his face. Maya’s mouth suddenly dropped open and the sting of sadness poked at her belly. 

“Wha—” Maya began. 

“Seared scallops and risotto,” The waitress interrupted, “And a steak salad. Anything else I can get for you at the moment?” 

Maya was speechless, tears clearly pricking at the corner of her eyes now. Paul thanked the waitress and dismissed her politely as he leaned forward across the table to take Maya’s hand. Maya pulled in a sharp breath, fighting to steady the sob trying to claw its way out of her throat. 

“Hey, hey,” Paul said gently as he held onto her limp hand on the table. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly as he said, “It’s okay. No one knew for a while and no one else was there. They just sort of…did it on a whim,” he soothed. Maya looked out over the skyline and nodded. 

“I shouldn’t be upset, I know,” she admitted, surprising herself. Paul shook his head. 

“That’s not…” Paul sighed and let Maya’s hand drop as he leaned back in his chair. “Maya, you can’t expect life on the rez to stop just because you left.” He didn’t mean it as an insult, but it shot Maya right through the heart to hear it. 

“I know that!” she snapped as she turned toward him, “Don’t you think I know that?” The tears were flowing freely now and she hated again how she had dissolved into a teary mess in front of him for the second time. She wiped at her cheeks angrily and took another drink of wine. 

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said firmly as he leaned forward to dig into his salad, “Tell me about your internship.” 

Maya sniffled and nodded, picking up her fork and taking a deep breath. She could talk about that. Anything to get her mind off of what she was missing, what she was sacrificing for a different kind of happiness she was chasing out here. 

For the next two hours, Maya and Paul talked about anything and everything as long as it didn’t touch on home. She forgot how easy it was to be around him, to hear the occasional chuckle (he refused to allow himself to laugh) and feel that warmth spread from her belly to every inch of her. She had missed him. Plain and simple. 

After lunch, he led her to the elevator and when the doors dinged shut, he turned toward her, pulling on her hip to set her flush against him as he leaned down, cradling the side of her neck with his other hand and bringing his lips down softly onto hers. Maya let out a soft whimper at the contact as a sizzling sensation burned pleasantly from her lips and down her spine. She opened her mouth to him and he greedily entered, letting his tongue swipe along her lower lip and into her mouth. 

Maya clutched at his bent shoulders, tugging him down more to bring him impossibly closer as the heat swirled and sank in her belly to her core. His hand moved from the bruising hold on her hip to knead the flesh of ass, slipping under her dress. He groaned into her mouth and when Maya took it as an invitation to bite gently down on his lip, she received a harsh slap to her ass cheek that made her yelp and dampen. 

She was hungry for more, but all too soon, he wrenched his hold off of her just as the elevator doors dinged open into the lobby of the hotel again. Maya was panting, her cheeks flush with heat as she allowed Paul to ferry her to the valet. He gave her ass one more pleasing squeeze before she sank into the passenger seat. 

Maya tucked some hair behind her ear and tried to quell her furiously thumping heart. She couldn’t concentrate on anything else on the car ride back and was thankful for Paul’s silence as she tried to get herself under control. 

When he dropped her off at the main entrance to campus, Maya hastily exited the Mercedes with a quick goodbye. But he rolled down the window and called out to her and she couldn’t bring it in herself to resist. 

She leaned down through the open passenger window, breathless and still flush with desire. 

“Yes?” she breathed. He gave her that teasing smile again before he said gently. 

“Can I see you again?” So innocently, as if she even had a choice. But she appreciated the request, nonetheless. 

“When?” Maya asked, trying to sound cool. Paul grinned and looked away and for a brief moment, she thought he might be onto her. 

“There’s this event I need to go to on Thursday at the Met. A bunch of artists will be there, but it’s mostly a chance to network. These things are usually pretty boring, but the Met is cool and it would probably be more fun if you were there.” He said it all so nonchalantly. Maya rolled her eyes affectionately and echoed:

“Probably,” before nodding and saying with genuine excitement, “I’d love to.” 

“Great, then I’ll see you Thursday,” his voice wavered slightly and Maya wasn’t sure what to make of it. 

“See you Thursday,” she said softly as she backed away from the car and turned on her heel to jog toward the science building. She could still hear the soft rumble of his Mercedes even though she was a bit of distance away, so she called out over her shoulder, “Stop staring at my ass!” 

She heard that achingly wonderful laughter bubble out of him from far off and it made her heart thump wildly in her chest. 

Whatever this was that they were doing at the moment, she had to admit, she really liked it. 

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Maya checked her outfit in the golden arched filigree mirror that towered over her in her room. Rosalie was lounging on her bed, flipping through a mechanics magazine with a bored look on her face. 

“I don’t know why you don’t just wear the vintage Valentino. It’s classic Met,” Rosalie said for the umpteenth time. 

Maya smiled and readjusted the thin straps of her deep magenta halter. The material was well made and tailored exactly to her curves. The top acted almost as a bustier and pushed her cleavage up spectacularly. The matching magenta wide-legged, pleated pants billowed out around her legs, giving the look an airy, elegant feel. Maya leaned down to adjust the strap of her strappy black heels. 

“I’m going for a different look. There’s going to be some artist-types there and I don’t want to look too stuffy,” Maya said as she crossed the room to don her gold bangle bracelets from Jeremy. 

“At least wear my teardrop diamond earrings. They’ll class up the place a bit,” she set down her magazine and gracefully slid out of the room before Maya could even protest. 

She fluffed at her black tousled hair that ended just above her shoulders. Maya swallowed hard to help quell that giddy feeling tumbling in her stomach. It felt like a first date with Paul all over again. The uncertainty, the thrill, the hope for his touch. Still, Maya would need to be careful to not let herself get too caught up too quickly in him. With the pull of the imprint, it was easier to get lost in chasing down your feelings and letting it all consume you. This time, Maya would have more going into it and she would try her best to actively manage those feelings so that everything felt like a choice, rather than a reflex. 

About fifteen minutes later, as Maya put on the finishing touches to her look (dark ruby red lipstick, her ring and woven bracelet from Paul, and the diamond earrings Rosalie insisted on), Emmett appeared in her doorway with his hands in his pockets. 

“Someone’s here for you,” he said gently with a teasing smile. Maya felt a rush of butterflies and her heart fluttered unexpectedly. 

She hurried past Emmett and down the darkened hallway to the front door. She grabbed her black leather clutch off the table and pulled open the door to echoes of laughter and “Have fun!” from down the hall. 

When she shut the door behind her, she was more readily able to focus her gaze on the man below. He leaned against the passenger door of the black Mercedes, one leg crossed in front of the other with his hands buried in his pockets. Maya let her eyes slowly take him in: he was dressed in an all black suit, with black leather shoes that shone in the overhead lamplight. His dark black jacket offset the cloth with black silk lapels that glinted subtly in the evening light. Maya finally let her gaze fall on his face. His dark, tight trimmed beard accentuated his sharp jaw and his hair was swept back effortlessly as if he had just run his hand through it. 

Maya hesitated at the top of the steps, stunned into actual silence as she felt the imprint pull at her to close the distance. Paul must have felt it too because he shifted his stance and stood taller, looking up at her and giving her a gentle smile. Maya returned it and slowly descended the stairs, reminding herself of her promise to herself. 

When she landed just in front of him, his warm citrus and spice scent washed over her and she fought to simply keep her balance. Even in her heels, she barely reached his chin, and she gazed up at him with a soft smile. 

“Hi,” she said gently. He let out a small chuckle as he replied, 

“Hi,” and brought his hand up softly to cup her cheek. His eyes were filled with warmth, but Maya could tell he was holding some emotion back, maybe also trying to temper the pull of the imprint to give him the space to just feel what he needed to. 

The hand that cupped her cheek fell away and he tugged lightly at the ends of her hair, “This is shorter,” he said in a gravelly tone. 

Maya shot him a teasing grimace, “I needed a change.”

“A lot of change, apparently,” he said in an even tone, his eyes still lovingly roving her face. 

“What? You don’t like it?” Maya shook her head playfully. 

“I didn’t say that,” he said gently, taking a step toward her. Maya shuffled back a bit and he took it as an opportunity to open the passenger door for her. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

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Maya had been to the Met a few times during her time at Columbia. Sometimes with friends and once for a civil engineering class where they got to tour some of the preservation rooms. But, she had never been here at night for an event of any kind, and the Met at night was something special. 

Maya took Paul’s hand as they ascended the staircase to the grand entrance. Once inside, the air was buzzing with the hushed and hurried voices of artists and socialites alike. Paul didn’t let go of her hand as he pulled her through the crowd, deeper into the museum as if he was in search of something. 

There were new, temporary exhibits erected throughout the main hall and Maya couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer beauty of some of the sculptures. Paul ferried her through them though, not pausing to let her look properly as he nodded to some people he knew. 

“Paul. Where are we going?” Maya said breathlessly as the crowd seemed to thicken. Paul was looking for someone and if Maya was being honest, she didn’t really care who it was as he continued tugging her mercilessly through the crowd. She just wanted to pause and take it all in for a second.

Just as Maya was about to tug her arm back, Paul halted and Maya nearly crashed into him. She steadied herself and glared up at him, but he hardly noticed as he said to the person in front of him. 

“I’m here, showing my face. Happy?” his tone was only somewhat annoyed with the fact that he needed to check in with someone at all. Maya let her gaze sweep down to the culprit and swallowed roughly, suddenly feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of sand down her throat. 

“Thank you, Paul. I never doubted you for a second,” Rachel Black raised her champagne glass in salute, surrounded by elaborately dressed people and then her gaze glanced next to him. Unexpectedly, her jaw went slack and her eyes lit up with shock and amusement, “Maya?!” she nearly screeched. 

“Uuuh,” Maya stuttered out, still clutching Paul’s hand. But a moment later, Rachel had flung her body toward hers in a bone crushing hug. 

“Oh my goodness, it’s so good to see you!” she said, truly elated. Maya let out a small laugh and hugged her back before letting Rachel pull her to arms length to get a good look at her. “My god, you look amazing! How is Columbia? How are things?” 

“Things are..things are…” she glanced up at Paul but he was a stone wall. Very helpful, “Things are good,” she breathed out and Rachel just kept smiling. 

“Good! Well you know this one, so tight lipped. I thought you had fallen off the face of the earth with how secret he was keeping you. We miss you around Seattle!” It didn’t seem like Rachel knew what had happened between them. Was that Paul’s doing? Maya played along, grabbing the champagne glass that Rachel plucked from a passing waiter and handed to her. “But, I mean of course, New York is just such a great transition for Paul’s work. Plus you’re here!” Rachel continued rambling and Maya sipped slowly. Paul had let go of her hand to shake someone else’s hand who had walked up to him. He was now in casual conversation, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and Maya tried her hardest to play it cool. 

Rachel talked Paul up for about ten minutes before he snaked his arm around Maya’s waist and tugged her away, stating that he needed to introduce some people to Maya. Rachel gave her a kiss on the cheek and promised to call her to get together for lunch soon. 

When Maya was whisked away, her head felt like it was spinning. She looked up at Paul, but he still maintained that determined, quiet demeanor that gave nothing away. Maya fought back an eye roll and he squeezed her hip in response as if answering some silent question she had posed to him. 

True to his word, Paul introduced her to some of his artist friends—sculptors, painters, and metalsmiths alike—all of whom were very much a part of the New York City art scene but still managed to be decently down to Earth. They were  polite and asked her thoughtful questions about her degree. One of the painters even wanted her insight on some common bi-products in industrial bioengineering that could be recycled into reusable materials for a piece she was working on. 

Maya was bubbling with excitement as she spoke about her life, her research, everything; but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Paul had moved away from her and was talking to another group of people in another corner of the room after awhile. 

Strange—the feeling of him not being glued to her side. It was all at once liberating and cold. She craved his warmth, but appreciated the space. Maya carried on talking, nodding, and smiling, trying to parse through the actions of this new Paul. 

Maya was so caught up in conversation as the evening carried on, that she startled when she felt his warm hand press to her lower back and slot back into her side. 

“Do you mind if I take her back? I want her to meet some people,” Paul announced. They all cheers’ed Maya before letting her be steered away by Paul toward another waiting group. 

Maya smiled up at Paul and wrapped her arm around his back as he led her into one of the smaller rooms of the museum, scattered with sculptures. They approached a group of important looking people and before she could even open her mouth to say hello, Paul introduced her: 

“This is Maya,” he paused and glanced down at her uncertainly before carrying on, “She’s my…uh, friend…studying bioengineering at Columbia.” 

Friend? 

Maya internally cringed and felt her arm slip from around his back and hang loosely at her side. They all greeted her happily, and Maya smiled back after a bit of a delay and tried to stay present in the conversation as Paul’s hand sat loosely on her waist as he carried on talking. 

She was introduced to a few more groups as Paul continued to make his rounds and each time, he seemed to hesitate in how to describe her. It bristled her, made her feel something deep in the pit of her belly that reminded her oddly of jealousy. But there was no one to be jealous of. Paul was standing at her side, hand wound around her as his thumb stroked lazily on her hip. 

Yet, here she was simmering with a subtle anger that pulsated with annoying precision in her belly at being called friend.

At a lull in the conversation, Maya excused herself to go to the bathroom to try and get a hold of herself. Her mind was still spinning at the fact that she was here with Paul, but now that he had seemingly distanced himself from her with the moniker of friend, her entire world felt a little upended. And the worst part was, she could hardly blame him. She had shamelessly flirted and kissed Arden while they were apart. Being called his friend was generous considering they’d had almost no contact for the past year. 

So why did Maya’s neck feel ungodly hot as she leaned over the sink and pressed a cold paper towel to her chest to cool down? 

After a few minutes of deep breathing in the bathroom and telling herself to get a grip in the mirror, Maya re-entered the main area. But instead of returning to Paul’s side, she wandered off up the grand staircase and leaned against the marble railing of one of the balconies that jutted out, overlooking the main area below. Maya leaned down and rested her forearms on the wide, cold stone railing and let her eyes sweep across the crowded floor. 

She didn’t know how long she stayed up there, watching and letting the voices rise up to echo around her, but it seemed no time had really passed at all before she felt familiar warmth next to her. Paul handed her a glass of champagne and leaned his back against the railing, looking in the opposite direction as he said, 

“Having any fun?” his tone was neutral, unreadable. She wasn’t sure if it was a genuine question or one that poked at her obvious distraction. Still, Maya couldn’t seem to burst that bubble of anger bouncing around inside of her. She shrugged and took a long sip from her champagne glass before standing upright. 

“Are you asking me as a friend or…?” She gave him an icy sidelong look. His eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on him. 

He chuckled looking down at his shoes as he nodded his head momentarily before saying, “So are we not friends?” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Maya said sharply back while begging herself to calm down. Why was she so upset? Paul stood straighter, squaring his shoulders and facing her with his hands in his pockets. If he was anyone else she might be a bit intimidated, but this was Paul. Nothing about him could scare her at this point. 

“Did that bother you? Me introducing you as just my friend?” Paul asked in a gentler tone. Maya took another sip from her champagne and kept her eyes glued to the throng of people below, unable to answer. Paul looked off to the side for a minute, his jaw ticking tightly as if he was considering something and then he said, “I’m just trying to give you some space. Without pressure. You’ve proven yourself a flight risk and I don’t want to push it.” 

Maya swallowed, still unable to meet his eyes as she said, “I know what I did hurt you. But I did it for me and I don’t regret it. I am sorry that I did hurt you, though. So if all you want to be is my friend from now on then that’s fine, but don’t kiss me in dark alleyways and make me think differently then. That’s not very just-friends-behavior of you.” 

She chanced a glance at him and saw the clear anger wash over his face before she looked away. Was she being silly? Maybe. But the fire erupting in her from the imprint felt oddly like rejection she had never known and it was making her dizzy and impulsive. There was a too long pause from Paul before she turned toward him and he shot back: 

“Last I checked, you had a couple of friends that you didn’t mind hanging on and fucking around with.” 

“Excuse me?” Maya shot back quickly, setting her champagne glass down with too much force. 

“Oh, or is that different? Tell me Maya, what is acceptable friend behavior to you? Because I’m lost,” he was leaning forward with clear aggression on his face and Maya grit her teeth in response. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said through her teeth. Paul popped his eyes open a little wider. 

“What about whatever the fuck his name is….Arden? Everytime I find you, his fucking hands are all over you. All over what’s mine. So excuse me if I was just treating you with the normal friend behavior I’ve seen other people use with you.” 

“Fuck you,” Maya said loud enough that it echoed quickly around them. She swung around to stomp off but he lunged and grabbed her upper arm, whirling her around and leaning down so his face was level with hers. The fire in her met the fire in him. 

“Try again,” he growled, his hand squeezing her upper arm lightly. Maya recovered quickly from being pulled around and narrowed her gaze to meet his before repeating with the full weight of her anger reddening her cheeks: 

“Fuck….you,” she seethed enunciating each word with venom. A sick smile pulled across Paul’s face for a moment before he yanked her forward and let his lips crash down upon hers, sweeping the breath from her lungs. Maya let out a startled moan, her hands clenched into tight fists as she tried to pull back away from him for a moment. 

But he snaked his arm around her waist and lifted her slightly, moving her across the floor until her back met with a cold marble pillar. Her mouth opened to his as if on instinct and she quickly dissolved into the mind numbing pleasure of his mouth moving across hers, his tongue pressing and tangling with hers. 

Paul’s hand dropped to her ass and squeezed harshly, causing another moan to escape Maya’s throat. He pressed her harder into the pillar, grinding his hips against hers as their kiss deepened and pulled Maya further under in the haze of her imprint’s dominating presence. He caged her in against the wall, but there was nowhere Maya wanted to run to. Her hands loosened from fists into soft open-faced palms that roved around his chest, his shoulders, his waist. She wanted to feel all of him around her. 

His steady, hot heat enveloped her senses, making her body hum with excitement. And her erratic heartbeat matched the excited shuddering of his body. There was nothing else but him in that moment and Maya let herself be momentarily swept away. 

When he tugged her body away from his and held the back of her neck tight in his grip, she almost whimpered at the absence of his mouth on hers. She was deranged, off the rails with desire and she knew there was only one way to wipe her mind clean of it. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he breathed, his voice husky and dark as his eyes held her gaze. Maya nodded without even realizing it and no sooner had she agreed than he was whisking her off down the stairs, tugging her along on the edge of the crowd and making as minimal eye contact as possible so they wouldn't be held up. 

The most excruciating wait was for the valet to bring Paul’s car around. Maya clenched her thighs together and silently willed him to look at her so she could capture his mouth again, but he kept his gaze hard and focused out on the road, his arm tightly gripped around her waist, his own pulse racing wildly. 

When the valet finally arrived with his Mercedes, Paul yanked the passenger door open and Maya climbed inside, suddenly realizing in the quiet of the car that she was still breathing hard. Once in, Paul quickly navigated them with unnerving precision onto the road and raced as reasonably as traffic allowed further down into Manhattan. 

The car ride back was silent, the air between them electrified with tension and the only sound that Maya could hear was her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. Paul kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the wheel dangerously tight. 

When Paul whipped the car into the drop off valet of a very fancy hotel, Maya’s eyes widened. She didn’t know exactly where he was taking her, but home was a pretty safe bet. Now she realized the error of her assumption. Before she could say anything, Paul had exited the car and handed the keys to the valet who nodded as if he recognized him. Shortly after, Maya’s door was opened and Paul was taking her hand and gently tugging her from the car. 

There was no conversation between them, and Maya was thankful for it. Conversation would have distracted her from the thrumming between her legs that she was keenly hoping he would take care of once they were locked away behind his hotel door. 

He steered her to the elevator and when the golden doors shut with a pleasing ping, Paul’s mouth found her neck. Maya instantly leaned her body into his, placing her hand on his chest as she leaned her head to the side to provide him more access. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he worked at that familiar spot he knew so well in the crook of her neck and Maya gasped as she felt his fingers ghost beneath her breasts. 

The door pinged open a second later and Maya opened her eyes, clouded with lust. He didn’t meet her gaze before he pulled her along down the hall toward his room. He fished in his pocket for a half second before tapping the card against the reader and the soft beep was like music to Maya’s ears. 

The room within was dark and Maya followed closely behind Paul as he lightly gripped her hand now. The door clicked shut behind them and Maya’s heart raced. The soft intimacy of a darkened room was all at once overwhelming. Maya’s breath shuddered and the haze began to lift as she realized where she was. What she was about to do. Paul turned after a second as if steeling himself to stay in control. 

Maya’s pulse quickened as his gaze landed on her and she shifted in her heels. He took a solid step toward her and she fought back a tremble. His hands raised to rest on either side of her face and pressed his body softly against hers. Maya could feel his hardening excitement pressed against her stomach and she tried to quell the fluttering that responded in her belly. 

He leaned down gently and kissed her gently, once, before leaning back just far enough to make eye contact as he said, “The only thing I need is you.” 

Maya’s breath caught in her throat and in the next second, his mouth was on hers again, feverish and hurried, as his hands settled around the base of her throat and walked her back toward the bed. 

Paul’s hands slipped down again, working quickly to slip the straps off her shoulders and unhooking the magenta, boned, bodice from her body. He groaned as he pulled the top away to reveal her naked underneath and cupped the mounds of her breasts in his hands. 

A sharp gasp spilled from her mouth as he squeezed gently, moving his mouth down her neck, before kissing down her body and dropping to his knees. Maya rested her hands on top of his shoulders and looked down at him. He kissed between her breasts and unfastened her pants, pulling them down her hips and sighing in pure happiness. She couldn’t help but giggle softly as his kisses traced further down her stomach and he hooked his fingers beneath the flimsy white lace of her thong, before tugging them down her body. She stepped out and let him revel in her nakedness in the dark. 

Her breathing came fast and deep as the realization of being touched like this for the first time in a year dawned on her. He gripped her hip and grabbed underneath her left knee, placing it over his shoulder, exalting in the way she dripped for him. Steadying her between both his hands, Paul squeezed the soft curve of her hips before dipping down and licking one long strip along her seam. Maya threw her head back and let her jaw go slack as a moan burst forth from her throat. Paul groaned deeply as he descended upon her like a man starved, lapping at every inch between her thighs. Maya held on for dear life as she rocked her hips forward to meet his mouth and when he sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth, she held back a delighted scream. 

She was over the edge embarrassingly too soon, white pops of light bursting behind her closed eyes as she let herself go in a rush. Paul was eager to drink her down, dipping his tongue into her opening and feeling her pulse into his mouth. When her knees shook violently enough to lose her balance, Paul pushed gently against her hips and she fell back onto the bed with a soft thump. 

Maya focused on finding her breath again as she brought a hand up to her forehead. He’d made her come undone in mere minutes—and now she was terrified of how he’d make her feel once he got inside of her. Maya opened her eyes and leaned up slightly to watch as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off onto the chair. Maya squirmed impatiently on the bed and bit her lip when he smirked at her, taking his time. 

She was fit to explode again and here he was, unbuckling his belt slowly, the soft clink of the metal sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. When he finally shed his pants and briefs, Maya could finally see just how hard he was for her. Her mouth watered and acting on instinct, she lifted herself up onto her knees and shuffled across the bed. Reaching her hands out, she grabbed him by the hips and tugged him closer before dipping her head without hesitation and taking his tip into her mouth, spreading the warm bead of precum across her tongue before hollowing her cheeks and urging him further into her mouth. 

Paul let out a warning growl above her and placed his hand on the back of her head as he pushed his hips forward with controlled care, fucking into her mouth. Maya was lost in the sensations flooding her body, feeling him heavy and warm on her tongue, gliding past her lips as she tried to reach his base. There was no way she could manage all of him, but she tried, swallowing him down enough that his hand tightened into a fist in her hair and his moans blessed her ears with increased frequency. 

The warm, velvety taste of him thrummed a terrifyingly pleasant response in her brain, throwing her into a plane of neediness that had her legs shaking. She squeaked out a small moan around his cock and Paul’s eyes widened as if hearing the answer to a question he’d been asking all his life. 

Paul pulled Maya off of his cock in one swift movement and she gasped, looking up at him in heady confusion. He held her in place for just a moment, staring down at her in awe before leaning down, circling his hand around her waist and tugging her body across the bed quickly. 

Maya yelped in surprise as her head hit the pillow and the controlled weight of Paul sunk onto her and pressed against her form for a moment. His skin sliding across hers felt like reigniting a brand of belonging between them and Paul lowered his face to kiss her with a need she echoed, arching her body between them. 

Paul slid his thick thigh between her legs, urging her apart before sliding his hand down and letting his thumb tease her clit. Maya’s head flew back deeper into the pillow as she let out a whine and Paul took the opportunity to press soft bites and kisses to her neck. 

She was still a wanting, gushing mess for him and heat flamed into her face once more as she rolled her hips against his thumb, grinding down, desperate for more. 

“Paul!” she gasped as he touched just the right tempo against her, causing her to crest again. Paul groaned and bit down against her shoulder. Maya, in the waves of another orgasm, pressed against his shoulders, in an attempt to release the tension in her body that the heat of his body were exacerbating. With his other hand, Paul grabbed both of Maya’s wrists and slammed them down on the bed above her head as she keened and cried out again, her orgasm rinsing through her. 

Just as her release was washing through her, Paul lined himself up to her opening and pushed in swiftly. Her eyes shot wide in surprise and a visceral pulse rocketed through her body, ending in a scream of relief. 

Paul let out a feral groan that sent chills down Maya’s spine and she watched as his face melted into pure bliss as he slid to the hilt. The scream now spent, Maya’s mouth hung open as her breath came out in sharp bursts. Paul’s gaze finally lowered to meet hers and she felt every nerve ending buzz as he grinned that wolfish, possessive smile down at her. 

“You okay?” he whispered breathlessly. Maya felt a quick tear rush down into her hair as she nodded, her mouth still open in shock and relief. Paul stayed buried in her and looked down at the space between them where they connected, letting out another moan that set Maya on edge. She’d never been this wound up before, as if she’d snap and dissolve right into the mattress at any moment. 

Paul still gripped her wrists tightly above her head, keeping her place and Maya was thankful for the anchor. He used his other hand to grab her thigh and pull it up to wrap around his back. Then, with one last dark grin, Paul slid out to the tip and in one long languid stroke, he rushed back into her. Maya arched up in response as he dipped his head low to take her taut nipple into his mouth. 

Every place his mouth touched was like an explosion of firework-like sensation, burning through her and causing her to spiral. He began to pump into her at a quick pace, blinding her with pleasure and squeezing her hip, her ass, her breast. Maya couldn’t move from his ironclad grip if she tried, but it didn’t matter. Every one of her senses was lost in him. Each guttural groan, the slap of his hips against hers, the huff of hard breath across her face as he worked in her sent Maya higher and higher. 

And then, he shifted his angle, brushing against that spot within her that made her arch and whine with a sound she’d never heard come from her lips before. She clamped her lips shut around the sound of relief that erupted out of her throat as she felt her walls clamp down around him and try to pull him in deeper. 

“That’s my girl,” Paul moaned, his eyes glued to where they met, watching as he disappeared into her again and again. “Give me another, baby.” His voice was warm, but commanding. Maya felt another scream come clawing out of her throat as his mouth bit gently around her breasts and he hammered into that sweet, sensitive spot in her again and again. 

She’d die like this, happily. But it was almost too much, the pain of him stretching her open after a year apart without pause and the sweet coaxing of his hand, mouth, and hips pulling sounds and feelings that Maya didn’t think she was capable of. 

His hand slid underneath her waist and lifted her hips up as he sank deeper into her. His thrusts were controlled, precise, and Maya was simply a mess. She rolled her head from side to side, her cheeks bright and flush with warmth as she teetered. Her nipples were hard and sore from Paul’s mouth tugging and nibbling at them, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her whole body making it easier for him to slide her body against him any way he pleased. 

There was nothing Maya could do except take what he was giving her and give what she could back to him. She was babbling at this point: his name, curse words, promises, pleadings. All of it brought her crashing down again, her walls fluttering around him. He groaned in appreciation, kissing up her neck and across her face to her lips as she shuddered with release, her thighs a slick, sticky example of her uncontrollable lust for this man. 

Paul's thrusts began to falter in their control as he slammed into her faster, deeper, angling her for his needs. Neither of them were in control and it didn’t matter anymore. 

Maya’s hands had gone numb as he held her wrists tightly to the bed, but the tingling in her fingertips was nothing compared to the overwhelming drag of him sliding in and out of her at a brutal, finishing pace. 

He leaned his head up to look into her eyes, letting out another moan of pure exaltation as he said in a low voice: “You’re still on birth control, right?” The slapping sounds of his hips almost drowned out the question. 

Maya, lost in her glow, let out a soft laugh that made Paul grunt as she squeezed him. “Like you care,” she got out around a breath. Paul shook his head, letting a laugh roll from him now too as he looked between them again. 

“You’re right. I don’t,” he admitted casually, before wrenching Maya’s body up and spinning her around so she laid on her stomach. He let go of her wrists and Maya felt the soft rush of blood return to her hands. Instead he pulled her hips up and slid into her fast from behind without bothering to spread her. Maya let out a low moan into the pillow and felt his hand land firmly on her shoulder, holding her in place against the mattress. 

His thrusts found every soft, sensitive spot within her and the white lights that burst behind Maya’s eyes as her brain buzzed pleasantly, wiping all thoughts from her head except the feeling of him between her legs, was all that was keeping her present. His hips stuttered again, getting sloppier as he lost control and Maya reveled in the thought that it was her that caused him to lose it like this.

Another few hard pumps and he let out a loud moan, her name on the tail end of it, as he splashed inside of her. Maya screamed into the pillow as she felt him cum, her senses heightened by the shuddering tension wracking his body. 

His grunts became more deliberate as he continued to pump into her after he was spent, slowing down only after his body sank over the top of hers. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he pressed a line of kisses across her shoulder blades. Maya couldn’t open her eyes, exhaustion set deep within her, and the relief of her release pulling her under. She was circling the drain of her own contentment. Paul’s searing hot body sandwiched her gently into the mattress and nothing could have felt better in that moment. 

She felt him slowly slide off of her to the side as he pulled out. Immediate warmth pooled between her legs as his load spilled out of her. Maya didn’t care—she couldn’t move, her entire body humming with electricity as if a switch in her had been turned on again after being out for far too long. Paul gently caressed her naked back, leaning to kiss the bite marks against her shoulder and neck he had left in his need to reclaim her. He swept her hair off of her shoulder and massaged the back of her neck tenderly. 

It was all Maya remembered before she was pulled under into blissful darkness. 

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Maya woke to sunlight filtering softly through the window. She blinked blearily, her brain not quite catching up with her body just yet as she tried to remember how it was she got home. If she was home, then last night must have been a tortuously delightful dream. Maya rubbed her eyes and leaned up onto her forearms, but a sharp pain pulsed through her, fading into a dull ache. Not a dream. 

A soft shuffling next to her alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t alone. Maya turned her head over on the pillow and found Paul, fully dressed with his oversized leather weekender bag on the bed by Maya’s feet. 

“Good morning,” he said softly, his low voice music to her ears. Maya hummed in acknowledgement as she took in her surroundings. She was still in his hotel room, and she was most definitely naked. Maya sat up no, wincing at the soreness in her lower body. She yawned and saw Paul chuckle. 

“Where are you going?” Maya finally managed, her voice hoarse. “Jesus,” she whispered, holding the soft white linen sheet against her breasts. Paul looked up at her as he packed his iPad and chargers into his bag. 

“I have to head back to La Push today,” he said it as if they did this song and dance all the time—as if she should know where he was headed. Maya blinked a few times, clearing the rest of the sleep from her brain. 

“O-oh,” she stuttered. 

“I arranged a late check out already, so feel free to hang out as long as you need,” he zipped up his bag and the sound of it seemed to ricochet loudly across the room. 

“Okay,” Maya tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. Paul slung his bag over his shoulder and leaned on the bed to kiss her softly. Maya tentatively placed her hand on his jaw, feeling the soft bristle of his beard against her fingertips. When he pulled away, Maya felt the imprint in her wilt with disappointment. 

“I’ll be back in the city in a few weeks,” he said softly, letting his eyes search hers for a moment. But Maya didn’t know what he was looking for in her. After another beat, he stood up abruptly and walked toward the door without another word. “Thanks again for coming with me last night,” he said mischievously as he turned around to look at her, “And for attending the event last night.” He winked at her before pulling open the door. 

Maya heard the soft click of the hotel door close as her mouth hung open in shock. 

“Bye?” she said aloud to no one. Maya placed a hand to her head to steady the dizzying effect of the emotional whiplash she just encountered. 

What the fuck was that? 

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Not Jealous

Bruce Wayne X Batmom!Reader

A/N: So I worked on this instead of like, five other things that people want but hey - gal’s gotta have her vices. - Nemo

Summary: Even after years of fancy gatherings, Bruce wants nothing more than to give in to his introvert nature and run away from them. You however, have taught him that after sticking it out, they might not be so bad. 

Warnings: Flirting. Bruce get’s jealous but not really ‘cause Batman doesn’t get jealous. Reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as uh ‘wife’ multiple times. 

Listening to: ‘Can’t Take My Eye’s Off You’ by Frankie Valli - ‘Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothin' else to compare... You're just too good to be true.’ 

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Gala’s were something that Bruce never really liked. 

As Bruce Wayne - the billionaire, playboy, golden child, Prince of Gotham - he couldn’t get to enough of them. 

As Batman - the brooding, ‘I work alone but not really’, Protector of Gotham - he avoided them at all costs. 

But as himself - the friend, father, husband, Bruce - his thoughts on such events could only be described as apathetic. 

Over the years he grew a very nice façade to hide how he truly felt. After the entrance of his wife, and then each child that followed, it became easier to fake, and he did have to admit they became a little more enjoyable with proper company anyway. 

Of course, the first time he saw she who would be his wife at one of these events, she was hanging off the arm of some blond, tanned, rich member of high society. From his knowledge and meetings with her on the streets she wasn’t exactly supposed to be enjoying it as much as she looked like she was. 

Turns out she was one great faker too. 

Over the course of the past seventeen-ish years, Bruce got to know the various ways you dealt with these gala’s. 

While he was tempted with the recluse lifestyle everyday, you managed to get him out of the house when it was needed. Even if it was a big house, he still needed to get out of it sometimes. 

With the outings you used to force him on, he was able to learn a thing or two from you. You weren’t born into wealth like he was, and you never had it until you married him, but you took to it like a fish to water. Well, the avoiding attention part anyway. In fact, when it came to going to gala’s with you, he was surprised at how little attention you drew when you didn’t want it. 

The first time you went as a couple, and then again as a married couple, were the worst as far as being left alone went, and he did expect it. Newspapers craved that sort of thing. 

After that, when it was just him and you, the most you were asked of was the journey between the car and the front door thanks to the press and media - once inside you could sulk away to a corner or table, get up for a dance or two, loiter at the bar and then go home without anymore than a half dozen people approaching. Those were very good nights for Bruce, mainly because on those nights he’d rather be anywhere else. 

As if he didn’t feel that way about them anyway. 

But lately your trick of not gaining attention at the gala’s wasn’t working anymore. It wasn’t that people were noticing him again, no it was because they were noticing you. 

Namely someone kept noticing you. 

“You both have never looked more alike.” 

Tim slid into a set opposite Bruce and Damian. Bruce had a crystal tumbler filled with ginger ale pressed to his lips, unmoving as his eyes locked onto where you stood across the room. Damian was in the exact same position, whether knowingly or not, and was sending a glare towards the man who was looking far too happy about talking to you. 

“We are kind of literally related, Tim.” Bruce mumbled, sipping his drink before setting it down and leaning back in his seat.

“He’s too close.” Damian whispered.

“I know.” 

“She could get uncomfortable soon.”

“I know.”

“If it bothers you so much then either of you could go over there and whisk her away.” Tim said, shaking his head a little. “Bruce could pull out his charisma, or the gremlin could pretend to ask for a dance with his mother all cute and mother-son-like.”

Damian switched his glare over to Tim.

“Why don’t you go and fix it since you’re so smart?”

“‘Cause it’s not bothering me as much as it is you.” Tim laughed. Bruce looked between his two sons, then up to where you and the man were talking. “She can handle herself. Plus he’s way below her league anyway, if she doesn’t know that then something’s wrong.” 

“You don’t think Ummi’s being mind controlled right now, do you?” Damian asked, sitting straighter and squinting a little. “We should go home and -”

Bruce stood, patting Damian’s shoulder as he pushed his chair back in, and then strode over to your side. 

As usual, you noticed his approach with barely having to look, and reached out an arm as he pressed his side to yours. His arm wound it’s way around your waist, and he offered his free hand to the man whose conversation he probably just ruined. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bruce Wayne.” he said, lips tight in one of the best and believable fake smiles he’s put on in his entire life. 

“Henry Syrus.” The man said, stepping to match Bruce’s fake pleasantries with his own, “I was just having the most wonderful conversation with your darling wife about the art pieces here. 

“Next time you should compare novelty keychains.” Bruce’s voice was light, but you could tell there was a little something underneath. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take her away for a dance before the night dies down too much.” 

So without another word, Bruce swept you away and onto the dancefloor with the hoard of other swaying couples. 

“You need to practice that.” 

“Practice what?” he asked, looking down at you as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“The ‘I’m taking my wife away from someone who makes me feel like they’re making her feel weird’ thing you just pulled.” you said, a small smile twitching onto your features from your lips up to your eyes - your first genuine smile of the night - and Bruce was proud to think it was because of him. 

“I did that?” he mused, feigning thought for a moment, “I don’t think I did.” 

“Well you weren’t jealous. Everyone - including you! - says Bruce Wayne does not get jealous.” Bruce spun you away, and then back closer to him again. Closer than before. 

“I don’t need to get jealous, I know you can’t resist me.” he mumbled against your ear, then pressed a kiss to your cheekbone before leaning back some again. “That’s why you keep sticking around.”

“I thought I stuck around because you’re filthy rich and never at home, so that I have the place to do as I please.” 

“Okay, okay,” he said, chuckling, “Now you’re really teasing me.” 

“I’m just getting started.” you said, a sly glint in your eye that made his arm around you tighten. 

“Oh? Dare I ask what else you have in store?” he replied, preparing to meet whatever you came up with. You hummed at him, surveying the room and fellow dancers before looking back up at him again.

“I’m gonna take you home, pull you into our bedroom, and take you out of this monkey suit -”

“- it’s a tux, not a suit -”

“- I’m going to take you out of this tuxedo,” you corrected, tugging on his tie as he smiled down at you, “And then we’re gonna sleep for twelve. Whole. Hours.” He groaned. 

“You love me so much. You know exactly what to say. You treat me so well.” 

“I know.” you said, smiling up at him. He couldn’t help but press his lips to yours in something a little longer than a peck, and you hummed again. “Now you’re making Henry jealous with all the faces you’re making.” 

“How can you tell, you can’t see him?” he asked. Looking over, he was able to see that, yes, the man you were with before wasn’t looking incredibly happy at the moment. 

“I’m a mother of at least five children, Bruce. And I have to deal with you. I can tell when someone’s glaring at my back.” 

“I do glare a lot.” He grimaced. “I should’ve known better.” 

“Underestimate me again and you’ll pay for it.”

“And if I do then you can name your price, my dear.”

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BLCD Review: BL Cinderella

Title: Cendrillon no Kuroi no Kawagatsu (サンドリヨンの黒い革靴)

Author: Haruo Inoue

Illustrator: Onoda Touya

Release Date: 2021/06/25

Cast: Hatano Wataru x Kumagai Kentarou

Synopsis: Haibara Ayumu, a talented parliamentary secretary, has no problems executing his work perfectly. However, he can’t help but feel that there’s just something missing in his life. On the way home one night, Ayumu loses his shoe on the crowded train, and the man who picks up his shoe, Hikami, turns out to totally be his type of man. To thank him for retrieving his shoe, Ayumu asks Hikami out for some drinks. One thing leads to another and they find themselves sharing a passionate night with each other. It was only supposed to be a one-time thing, but they soon find themselves reuniting at work?!

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Listen, you guys. The tension these two had the very first time they met on that train station was so thick, I could cut it with a knife. We all knew that they was ready to fuck each other, and I was just so oddly embarrassed ‘cause it made me feel like an intruder in their pre-coital thoughts. 😳 As y’all know, I’m a hoe who can’t read, so I didn’t realize that this was a reading CD until it started. If you’ve read my very first Brilliant Prin original, you’d know that I struggled with Netsuai Judge because they used so many complicated terms during the narration. Thankfully, however, Cendrillon was easier to understand and, uhh, hot. Y’all gotta hear them talk about each other, istg. The writing was so sjdkshjdsk I still get so flustered when I re-listen to it.

Hikami: “He dropped his shoe, his umbrella, and his guard... What’s next?”

Me: “His pants.”

Alas, the hype died down in like the second disk for whatever reason. So, I really wanted Ayumu to be the cool, mature power bottom queen, but he pretty much turned a little desperate for the mans. But I guess that’s just my bias for KumaKen’s Loki talking. 🤷 The action here was also... uhh... strange for a lack of a better word. For more context, Hikami is part of special? police forces assigned to bodyguard Ayumu’s boss from a stalker. I get that Ayumu’s boss was a high-profile man, but special forces for a stalker? Can’t you let regular polis to do that? Y’all know where this is going, right? We get to the climax and the stalker finally shows up and attacks Hikami with a... survival knife. I couldn’t help but laugh through it ‘cause Ayumu was so frantic thinking that he was gonna die the whole three mins of the fight.

SIS, IT’S JUST A KNIFE???

But then BLOOD! OH NO, HIKAMI GOT STABBED???!!! And Ayumu was also sobbing his eyes out at this point. I was like, “Hikami’s gonna say that it’s not his blood” and was fucking right cause the stalker was so bad with it that I guess he stabbed himself???

I mean, I probably shouldn’t judge ‘cause Japan has a gun ban, but it’s just a knife oh my god.

Well, plot aside, the voice work was great (save for KumaKen’s weird crying during the fight scene). Listening to the first disk was an experience, so I would implore y’all to check that out at least. KumaKen just be built differently, man. I think this is the highest I’ve ever heard him go. Again, I prefer his Loki smut more, but his Ayumu here was also the goddamn hoe. As for Wacchan, I’m 100% sure he got cast because of his Doumeki, so they really should’ve given the man a gun fight c’mon. HE WAS SO SEXAY THO AAAAA YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO HIM CHUCKLE WHAT THE FUCK. As this was a reading cd with 80% monologue, it felt like I was listening to an r18 otome cd esp with Wacchan monologuing like that. My confidence in handling Kawahara in my Pheromone Tantei has become 0. 

Also, I gotta say that the music they used here was weird. I get that they were going for something opera and ballet-ish because Cinderella and all, but it didn’t vibe well with the plot. Not to mention, the pieces they chose were a little too La Corda lmao. 

Hmm, I don’t think I have anything else that remotely comes close to Cinderella (Cinderella wa Shiranai was shit). Man, what I would give for fairytale BL (haji when???). Cinderella plots, however, are quite common. Y’all might be sick of hearing this, but if it’s a Cinderella plot you want, Kashikomarimashita: Destiny. HAHAHAHAHA

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Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

*

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

*

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

*

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

*

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

*

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

*

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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Best friend’s ex | Benny Weir x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav? Something along the lines of the reader and Ethan try a fake relationship thing cause Ethan asked her to? Like to get to Sarah/ or get her attention. And everyone is shocked cause they thought Benny and the reader would date instead cause all 3 of them are childhood friends”

Genre:Fluff mostly but I guess a little angst torwards the end

Warnings: some arguing and also it’s LONG, don’t say I didn’t warn you

A/N: This has a little Ethan x reader too but over all it’s Benny with a guest apperence from jelous!Benny torwards the end (or at least that’s what I was going for)

~~~

“Wait, you’re dating?! Like for real dating?!”

 You clinged tighter to Ethan’s arm “Yeah, we are” but you weren’t. You didn’t want to lie to your friends and it was honestly making you kinda uncomfy but you were doing it for E.

“Ok so how long has this been going on for?” asked Benny. You and your entire friend group were gathered around his locker and you decided to break the news to them about your and Ethan’s “relationship”, which was all bullcrap. He had asked you a couple nights before to pretend. He was hoping it would get him closer to Sarah.

“Um, no more than a month” E said, trying to sound as confident as possible and doing a fairly good job at it. Of course you saw right through him but everyone else seemed to buy his act.

“Well that’s...interesting news” Sarah laughed awkwardly

“You think so? Why?”

The group went silent for a moment

“Well, just cause” Sarah started, nervousness laced into her tone “I mean I would have guessed that Benny and Y/N were going to get together eventually.” Rory and Erika just nodded in agreement while Benny tried to suppress a nervous laughter.

“I mean, come on guys” he said “ I’ve known Y/N for just as long as Ethan.” 

“Yeah, but you two just always seemed, I don’t know, closer?”

“Well” Ethan interrupted “ seems like you were wrong on that one.”

Suddenly aware of how rude she sounded, Sarah babbled some lame excuse and left quickly, face red from embarrassment. Rory and Erika left as well, each in their own direction, but not before congratulating the couple once more. Benny was the only one left.

“You good Benny?” E asked

“Yeah, I guess it’s just interesting seeing you like this”

“I hope you’re not mad or anything I mean we…” you were quickly cut off by Benny

“No, no, absolutely, not! I’m really happy for you guys! My two best friends are in love, that’s really cool!” A pink tint made its way onto your cheeks hearing Benny say “in love”, even though you knew it wasn’t true. E smiled at you and hid his face in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips, swaying you two back and forth for a moment

“Alright, well I gotta go. Chem starts in a few” you told your boys and headed to class, not before hugging both of them and leaving Ethan with a quick peck on the cheek

As soon as you got to class however, you texted your “boyfriend”

“Think that went pretty well”

“I think so too. Everyone seemed to buy it!”

“I know!” you said and the conversation ended like that. 

You switched your attention back to your teacher, who was discussing your next assignment but even though your eyes were on her, your mind was replaying Sarah’s comment on repeat. You and Benny, huh? You couldn’t say you disliked the idea or that you’ve never thought about it. You’ve always felt different when hanging out with him compared to all your other friends.You felt more free and comfortable. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face from the fuzzy feeling you got just thinking about Bens and you together.

“So how long are we gonna be doing this for?” you texted Ethan. Now that you thought about it, you could never date Benny after this. The sudden realisation made your stomach twist in knots. He would never even go on a date with you if he thought you to be Ethan’s ex! Bro code or whatever but you couldn’t blame them!

“I don’t know for sure, I don’t see why it should last more than a couple months.”

“Ok” you didn’t mind helping E. He was a great guy and one day, some amazing girl is gonna see that and be all over him, even if it’s not Sarah! And he’s going to fall in love and have a beautiful wife and a happy family and this thing you are doing right now is just gonna be a silly high school memory to look back at. You tried not to overthink everything like you usually do and go with the flow, have fun.

It was surprisingly easy to do. Holding hands and occasional cheek kisses didn’t mean much and you never had a “proper kiss”, telling everyone you were simply not fans of PDA. It didn’t feel much like you were a couple, just closer friends. Touchier.

About 4 months down the line, you and Ethan go on your last “date”, which really just meant pizza night at Morgan’s.

“Thanks for all this Y/N, I know you didn’t have to and it might have been awkward at times but it means a lot that you went with it all this time” Ethan says sincerely while pouring you a glass of soda

“Don’t be silly E! You are one of my best friends. I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah but, now you and Benny won’t be…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure if bringing this up was even a good idea or if it was gonna make you mad. You told E about your crush on your best friend not long after your first day as a “couple”. You couldn’t lie to him and quite honestly, you needed someone to vent to. The more you thought about Benny, the more it hurt and while you weren’t mad at Ethan for bringing it up now (you knew he had the best of intentions), it was putting you off

“Let’s not talk about that tonight” you said softly

“Right, yes, of course! Sorry” you giggle and reached out for your glass of soda, raising it up

“A toast!” you declared dramatically, making E laugh “To our breakup!” Ethan raised his own glass and clicked it with yours 

“To our breakup!” he said before you both took a sip of your drinks

You laid down on the couch, getting ready to watch Scare Finder. Your head was resting on one of Ms. Morgan’s decorative pillows and you placed your feet on E’s lap. He rolled his eyes at you and you giggled

“I love you!”

“I love you too babe” he joked before laying down next to you and wrapping you in a hug. The couch was a bit too small for the both of you to lay down side by side and you felt the left side of your body  hanging off the edge but E’s arms were around your waist, holding you and you felt safe

“Can we..” Ethan whispered nervously “can we keep cuddling during shows even if we aren’t boyfriend- girlfriend anymore?” 

“Yes of course” you giggled

“Good, cause this is really comfortable” he whispered in your neck

“I know, I love it too”

~~~

 Your breakup was a much bigger deal than you anticipated.Your friends seemed not only shocked, but heartbroken too. You didn’t tell them anything about why you ended your relationship, saying it was too early and you didn’t feel like talking about it but that you were still close friends and nothing was going to change

Things went back to normal afterwards, except now you were single and so was Benny and you couldn't help the invisible pull, dragging you closer and closer to him. Everyone of his silly jokes made you crack up and you couldn’t even be mad at him when his failed spells ended up in a big mess that you and the friend group needed to solve. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you broke up with E. Whether or not that relationship was real, it felt like a real reason to stay away from Benny. It felt like you were taken because everyone else belived you to be. You couldn’t make a move on him because everyone knew you to have a boyfriend but now you didn’t and you couldn’t help yourself from looking at B in a different light.

You were over at his house, helping him pack some herbs he had to organise for his grandma, as punishment for wasting all her old ones on some spell. You were stuffing dried leaves in tiny jars, while Benny was busying himself attaching little tags to them, with the name of each plant.

“Thanks again for coming to help me, you didn’t have to”

“Anytime Bens, you know I’m always here for you” you looked at him and smiled sweetly. He looked into your eyes and said

“I know, Thank you” you nodded and switched your focus back on the plants, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. Lucky for you, he started telling a story that happened in his geography class and things slowly fell into their usual, casual place, at least up until you had to leave.

You placed the last little jar in its respective spot on the shelf

“I think this is it, right?” Benny asked

“It should be”

“Perfect, I’m in dire need of a snack. You want chips? I have some upstairs”

“No, it’s late, I should head home”

“Um, ok yeah. No problem” but none of you moved after that, you just looked at one other for a little bit, until the awkwardness got too much and you took your backpack and headed to the door

“Thanks again” Benny said right when you reached the door

“No problem” and then time froze again. You got lost in his pretty eyes and barely noticed his chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed until, you both found yourselves in each other's arms, kissing deeply and desperately, as if you’ve waited all your life for this. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at loose strands, his hands running up and down your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. All your senses were intoxicated with him and finally, the little pit in your chest disappeared. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces but than, all of a sudden, Benny pushed you away aggressively

“No, I can’t do that!” his back turned to you, but you saw the red in his face and his hands went to his head, massaging the back of his neck just like you had been doing

“Benny…”

“No, no, you are Ethan’s ex and we can’t do that! I can’t do that!”

“B, listen to me!” you tried to step towards him but at your slightest movement, he jumped back, finally turning to face you

“Y/N, that was a mistake and I’m sorry! We shouldn’t have done that! It was a mistake” your eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks

“Don’t say that…” you could barely hear your own voice and were genuinely surprised when B replied

“Of course it was! As much as I wanted to do it and as right as it may have felt, it’s barely been a few weeks since your last relationship with MY BEST FRIEND and your best friend too and we can’t, I CAN’T do this to him! You, you guys dated and…”

“But we didn’t!” you said

“Of course you did, are you out of your mind?” Benny looked at you, teary eyed and desperate “I saw you, we saw you! Holding hands and cheek kisses! He had his arm around your back every moment of every goddamn school day and every time I wished it was me! He had all of you and he could hold you during movie nights and spend all his free time with you and kiss you and run his hands through your hair and everytime he did it I imagined that I was in his spot, hoping you would look at me with the same love and admiration that you looked with at him but now it’s too late! It doesn’t matter that he didn’t cherish you better while he had you because I still can not take you! I can’t do that to him!”

“Benny it wasn’t real!”

“What does that even mean Y/N?” he was yelling now, but you knew he wasn’t angry, just hurt. You saw the tears in his eyes and how hard he tried to stop them from running down his face.

“We weren’t ever dating! We just pretended!” the madness in his eyes turned to a question, an invitation for you to continue “It was all a show Bens. He wanted to impress Sarah. He asked me to fake a relationship with him.”

Benny leaned over the table, resting his body on his arms. He seemed to be thinking for a while, until he said “That’s a stupid idea”

You laughed “I thought so too when he told me” Benny seemed to think some more before saying

“Such an Ethan idea to have” which only made you laugh more

“So it was never real?” he asks you finally

“No! It was just an act” but even now, Benny couldn’t say anything. He was looking at his hands nervously. You took a deep breath and said the one thing you could think of

“He knows if that’s what you are wondering” the boy looked at you with questioning eyes again “Ethan I mean”

“Ethan knows what?”

“That I like you” Benny straightened and looked at you with soft eyes once more, you felt your cheeks heat up and turned to walk away but Benny quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug. 

“So, does that mean I can kiss you again?” a small smile tugged at your lips

“Please do”