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Hi you! I was thinking about actress!y/n is in a ceremony and Drew is filming of obx s4, they're both so busy in their film industry, that they miss each other terribly that they kept contacting in messages and calls,

(especially him, who is very proud of her, who would like to be by her side even if she tells him to keep working on the set of obx, that she wouldn't want to disturb him. Like they both put up with each other so much they love each other)

that they haven't had time to talk to each other much, they want to meet up face to face again for once, so she decides to visit him as a little surprise to see him again in Charleston

surprise visit on set — DREW STARKEY

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summary surprising drew on set after months of not seeing each other.

warnings cuteness thats all

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Being in a relationship where you both act and are continuously busy filming is difficult, but there is always time and space to see one other when you take a break from filming.

Drew and you began dating in 2021, after he completed season two of his show, Outer Banks. You met through mutual friends at a gathering and hit it off right away.

Outer Banks season four is presently in production, which means Drew is in Charleston filming. It's been about two months since you last saw each other, and you miss each other a lot.

You were on the red carpet on the premiere of your new movie. As you went through the crowd, cameras flashed and captured every moment. In the back of your head, you couldn't stop thinking about Drew and how much you miss him.

A young woman called your name where interviews stood infront of cameras waiting for you and your cast mates to interact. You smile with a kind wave, walking over.

“Miss, Y/N, "I must say you look absolutely stunning tonight in this dress you're wearing," she says, praising you from top to bottom.

"Thank you so much; it means a lot to me, and I'm glad I chose to wear this dress tonight," you giggle, smoothing your hands over your sides.

The interviewer asks you a few questions on both the film and your character. You were grateful to be asked these questions because you had worked so hard on set.

"Before we part ways, noticed your boyfriend, Drew Starkey, is filming season four for Outer Banks. How is that going, do you know?" She asks politely.

"We haven't seen each other in a while, but we text every day," you place the front strands behind your ear, "he said everything is going well on set and he can't wait for fans to see," you explain, smiling before saying goodbye.

You just hopped on a plane to Charleston to surprise Drew. You secretly organized this trip because you miss Drew and want to spend time with him. You can't wait to be in his arms again.

With all of your free time, you decided to pay Drew a visit and meet the rest of the cast, whom you consider friends as well.

When the plane landed, you walked down the stairs to find Maddie, Madison, and Carlacia waiting for you beside the car, holding two posters designed specifically for you. You took out your phone and started recording them as you came closer.

"Finally back with my hot bitches," you exclaim, extending your arms for a group hug.

"How long has it been since we saw you last?" Madison asks, "I don't know, but it's been too long," and then grabs your suitcase and places it in the trunk with your other belongings.

Everyone knows about you coming except for Drew. The look on his face will be priceless and unforgettable. Knowing you, you might cry.

A few hours go by, you left early with the girls to set since they are filming their scenes first. You were able to hid in Drew's trailer on the couch in the corner where he won't see you when he enters.

Drew's reaction was clearly visible on your phone. Hearing his voice get closer filled your tummy with butterflies. Taking a deep breath as you heard the doorknob turn.

"What time do you want me to get back on set again?" You hear him say this while the door is still open and you have no view of him.

"Okay, that sounds good; I'm going to take a quick nap," he says before entering his trailer.

His figure enters the trailer and turns right, with his back to you. When he turns around, all he sees is the love of his life in the corner, wearing the most beautiful smile that makes him fall harder each time. He can't believe you're standing in front of him now.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming right now and you're a vision," Drew blurts out, placing both hands over his head to digest what's going on in his mind.

"Don't think I'm a vision baby," you giggle, getting off the couch, "so are you gonna give me a kiss or stand there handsome?" You make amusing gestures. 

"Oh I'ma kiss you alright," he quickly responds, taking you in his arms, lifting you up with his arms; you wrap your legs around his waist.

You two remain like this for a full minute, taking up the sensation of being together. You place kisses all over Drew's face, making him giggle.

"I've missed you so much; seeing you now and seeing your beautiful face in person makes me so happy. Drew expresses himself meaningfully: "I fucking love you so much baby."

The tears come down your face, Drew's quickly to wipe them.

"I can't explain the emotions I'm feeling right now, but to sum it up, being in your arms again, hearing your voice, touching you, makes me want to not leave you."

Drew helped you get to your feet and led you to the couch. You inform him you have a surprise trip planned; he assumed you wouldn't see each other until next month. Drew gave you an update on how filming has gone, etc.

The past four days has been wonderful. You went onto set, met up with the crew and cast, beach, shopping, drinking, went out to dinner, etc.

Talked about the movie premiere and how your movie turned out after you watched it.

It's a lovely night in Charleston. The sun had just set, which was breathtaking from the view at dinner. Drew and you were strolling out of a restaurant holding hands, laughing at each other's jokes.

"Oh my gosh is that Y/N and Drew?" A faint voice from across the street causes you both to turn your heads at the same time, filled with curiosity.

"I suppose I am dreaming right now. I love you two so much and you've helped me so much, I can't thank you enough," the young girl confesses, struggling to fight back tears, "my name is Skylar."

Your heart warmed at Skylar's sweet comments. You and Drew instantly drew her into a group hug. Skylar wept with happiness. 

"Thank you for your love and support. We're both glad we could support you through your difficult periods in life, and we hope you'll keep fighting. Would you want a picture? Drew speaks with genuine sincerity, holding her hand and maintaining her composure.

After talking for a time, you took a few photos with Skyalr before going your separate ways. More fans have approached you two since your arrival. It's always good to meet supporters.

"How about we grab ourselves snacks from the gas station for a movie night and cuddle all night then possibly have a little fun" Drew implies with a hint a flirtatious about the having fun part.

You let a yelp when he squeezed your sides, leaning back against his body.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me" you shrug, smiling.

Drew sighs and wraps his arms around your neck, "I'm glad you took the time to come here. I missed you so much and am finally able to be with you. I'm extremely proud of all of your hard work and your new movie. "I love you, baby."

"I love you more my sweet boy, best thing that's ever happen to me."

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☼ Summary: Happy Summer! The time where you take a break from the harshness of life and have some fun. Who would’ve thought seven friends would fall for the same girl on this Summer vacation? 

☼ Paring: ot7 x reader 

☼ Rating: Pg - 14

☼ Genre: Fluff, comedy, romance, small angst and a little spice

☼ Author’s note: Don’t ever trust people like this, especially in another country on vacation. This is only fictional and I want to make it clear that it's pure fiction. Be safe out there, no matter the gender, be safe.

☼ Playlist: Sticky - Kiss of Life 

It’s been forever since BTS had a vacation, a real vacation. Sure they had In The Soop but they were still working and they had to watch what they say or do. This time it's a real vacation. Namjoon was the first one to bring it up. They were going to the military soon and they haven’t had a real vacation without cameras. He still remembers how everyone reacted.

Namjoon walked into the meeting room with nothing in his hands. This caused Yoongi to furrow his eyebrows at the sight, “Are you sure this is a meeting?”

Namjoon gave his signature smile and nodded his head, “Yes it is.” 

“Hyung, where’s the papers then?” 

Namjoon shook his head and took out six tickets. He fanned them out and smiled at them, “We’re going on vacation.” 

Jungkook leaned forward and glanced at the tickets, “Oh, like another In The Soop?”

“Nope.”

Hoseok glanced at Yoongi and then back at Namjoon, “Bon Voyage?”

“Nope, a real vacation.” 

Jimin tilted his head in confusion, “Why?”

Namjoon sighed and set the tickets on the table, “When was the last time we went on a real vacation.” 

Jin shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, “I mean...In The Soop.”

“We had cameras around us. I mean a real vacation, with no cameras.” The room went silent and Namjoon crossed his arms, “See, we can’t even name it. We’re going to the military soon, this is our time to have fun before leaving.” 

Taehyung nodded his head at this and looked at the others, “That sounds fun. We work hard.” 

Jungkook nodded his head with hesitation and then looked at Namjoon, “What will the managers say?” 

“Oh, I already handled that.” 

Yoongi leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead, “What about our album?” 

“Our album can wait. Our lives can’t.” 

Yoongi sighed and glanced at Jin, “What do you think?” 

“I guess we’re going on vacation.” 

That’s how they landed in Turks and Caicos. The beautiful island with the ideal beach in any kid's dream and the weather that beats the rain in Korea. They were all looking at the area with wide eyes. It wasn’t until a woman in a suit came up to them with a wide grin, “Kim Namjoon?”

Namjoon bowed his head and nodded, “Yes.” 

“I’m the hotel manager that you spoke to over the phone. I am happy that you trusted us with keeping your vacation confidential.” 

Namjoon smiled at her and nodded her head, “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Thank you for giving us the room that you did.”

“Anything for our clients. Let me show you the room.” 

L/N Y/N took a sip of her frozen strawberry margarita as she sat by the pool. This was her first real girl trip with her friends. They finally left their retail jobs and got big girl jobs. Never in her late twenties did she think she could afford a trip to Turks and Caicos. Budgeting and no DoorDash can do wonders for the bank. It was the first day of their vacation and she wanted to spend time at the pool with a margarita and a book. What more can you want on a vacation? Her friends decided to sleep in and she wasn’t going to wake them up, they deserved the sleep. They work hard. 

She also wanted to have fun on this vacation. She wanted to do things that she would never do at home. Of course, she has limitations but she was going to have fun. Having a frozen strawberry margarita at ten in the morning, that’s a start. She stood up and her sarong gently touched the back of her legs. With it being a vacation, she was going to dress differently. Bikinis and mini dresses were the main attire packed up (with her Hello Kitty pajamas and an abundance of cartoon socks but that's beside the point). She was dressed in a v-neck triangle light green bikini and she felt good for once in her life. 

She put her hair in a high bun and she looked at the entrance when she heard voices. It was still pretty early and she was the only one at the pool. She kind of assumed everyone was too hungover to wake up this early. She saw a tallish man (everyone was taller than her) on the phone talking away. He was handsome, she wasn’t stupid. He was handsome but cute at the same time. He had plump lips and earrings that made him more attractive in her book. Speaking of the book, she quickly picked it up when he turned his head towards her. 

She glanced over the cover and saw him putting stuff on the lounge chair. He was still on the phone but it sounded like the conversation was dying out. She couldn’t really hear what was being said but she tried her best to stay out of it. She noticed he had a tattoo going down his back of the moon phases pecking through his shirt and her eyes widened. Who would’ve thought a handsome/cute man would have so many tattoos? She took a sip of her margarita and kept eyeing him. He was interesting but she didn’t have the balls to talk to someone like that. She would just eye him and that’s the best she could do.

Jimin glanced over his shoulders and saw the women looking at him. He smirked to himself because he saw her through the glass when they were heading up to the room. He wanted to get to know her. 

They all stood in the glass elevator as Namjoon talked to the hotel manager. Jimin was leaning against the wall but he landed on someone at the pool. She was cute (from what he could see, cute and hot in a bikini) and she was the only one at the pool. He nodded to himself and planned out his next move as they moved out of the elevator. 

He set his stuff on the bed and turned towards Namjoon, “I’ll be gone.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“Pool.” 

Taehyung let out a scoff and turned towards Namjoon, “He saw someone.” 

“It’s my vacation. I can do it however I want.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Just be careful.” 

The plan was to walk out talking on the phone when in reality there was no one on the other side. He knew this would capture her attention because there was no one else there. Seeing her closer confirmed his thoughts. She was cute and hot. He took off his shirt and ruffled his hair, tossing his shirt on the chair. He turned towards her and smiled. He slowly walked towards her with a bottle of sunscreen, “Need some?”

She put her book down and raised her eyebrow at him with a confused look, “M-Me?”

Jimin nodded his head and titled his head, “A cute girl needs help.” 

“I’m the cute girl?” 

Jimin let out a laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah, you are.” 

She looked around and then back at him with a confused look, “Are you pranking me?” 

“No, I can prove it.”

“How?”

“There’s a small cafe on the beach. Let me take.”

She felt her face flush and nodded her head, “Sure...I already put sunscreen on. Nice try.” 

“Trying is good.” 

She let out a small laugh and tilted her head, “Where are you from?”

“Korea.”

“Oh, it’s cold there right now. Big difference.” 

Jimin nodded his head, “Hot, here.” 

“Yeah, but it feels great.” Y/N stood up and placed her book in her bag, “I’m ready.” 

Jimin smiled and glanced down at the sunscreen, “No sunscreen.”

“Later. If you can keep me for two hours.” 

“I can.” 

Jimin gathered his small bag and put his shirt in it. He put his hand out and she glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “You want to hold my hand? Scandalous isn’t it?” 

“I don’t want to lose you. A lot of people.” 

She nodded her head and intertwined her fingers with his, “Okay loverboy let’s go.” 

The cafe was beautiful, it was placed right on the beach and it was the perfect view of the ocean. She glanced at the water and smiled, “So pretty.”

“Yeah, you are.” 

She snorted at this and picked up a french fry, “Shut up.” 

He leaned forward and she raised her eyebrow at him. He gently brought his thumb and wiped away the salt with a smirk, “Messy.”

“Ye-Yeah...”

He sat back down and smirked at her, “Ocean?” 

“Sure.” 

He paid for their meal (He wouldn’t let her even when she protested) and walked onto the white sands. The sand was warm but it wasn’t hot yet. Thank god it was early. She set her towel down and glanced at him who just stood there, “What?”

“No towel.” 

She nodded her head and took out another one from her bag, “I always pack two just in case.” 

“Thank you, you were expecting me?” 

She rolled her eyes and sat on the towel, “In your dreams.” 

He set the towel down and put his bag on top of it. He went to stand in front of her with a smile, “Ocean.”

“Now?”

“Yes, it is fun.”

She nodded her head and took off her sarong to reveal her legs. Jimin couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her thick thighs and her tiny tummy made her hotter. She fixed her hair and looked at him with a confused look, “You okay?”

“Perfect.”

They slowly made their way to the water and she let out a small sigh, “It’s perfect.”

He eyed her up and down and nodded, “Perfect.”

She turned towards him and splashed some water on him. He raised his eyebrow and started splashing some water back at her. She let out a loud laugh and he went towards her with a smirk. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. Before she could say anything, her Apple watch buzzed. She glanced at the tiny glass and sighed, “My friends are asking me where I am.”

“You have to go?”

“Sadly.”

Jimin glanced down at her chest and then back at her, “Now?” 

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Jimin helped her down and he leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek, “We’ll meet again. So no worries.” 

She nodded her head and looked back at her bag, “Can you give me your number? If you want..”

“I want.” 

With his number secured, she kissed him on the cheek and was off with a red face. Jimin watched a smirk and couldn’t take his eyes off until she was out of sight. He leaned back on her towel and smiled, “Maybe Namjoon was right. We needed a vacation.” 

The club was new. Especially for Y/N but then again this morning was new for her too. A hot guy being interested in her was wild to think. Tonight the girls wanted to hit the club and have fun there. How could she say no to her friends? She was talking to her best friend, Steph, and was laughing. 

“I needed this vacation.”

Y/N took a sip of her drink and nodded her head, “I’m surprised Andrew let you come.”

Steph rolled her eyes and slammed her vodka soda, “After putting up with him collecting cars and not doing anything. He better let me have this vacation.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head. She pushed the food towards her and smiled, “Make sure you eat. You’ll get sick if you just drink.” 

Steph took the burger and nodded her head, “Yes mother.” 

Y/N looked out into the dancefloor and looked at Ava and Aria dancing away with wide smiles. Y/N sighed and shook her head, “They’re drunk.” She glanced at the patio and sighed to herself, “I need some fresh air.” 

“You want me to come with you.” 

“No, I have my location on.”

“Okay, be safe.” 

Y/N sat down on the patio and looked at the ocean with a soft smile. It was calming, the waves gently hitting the shores and the side of the fireplace crackling next to her. It was peaceful. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Calming isn’t it?”

She turned her head and saw a smile that could melt hearts (dimples can kill anyone). She nodded her head and glanced at the waves, “It is. We all need that in life.”

“Agree.” 

“Good vacation so far?”

Namjoon took a sip of his wine and nodded his head, “Good first day. I took a break from watching my friends.”

She let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “I know how that is. I have to watch my friends too. Being a parent is hard.” 

He let out a loud laugh and put his cup on the table, “Is this your first day?” 

“Secondish...the first day we came here at ten at night. I don’t count that as the first day.”

“I wouldn’t. It’s mostly just jetlag, no fun in that.”

“It was kind of fun because it was like a sleepover. Just us being overtired and no conversation.” 

Namjoon nodded his head and leaned towards her to give her his full attention, “I wish I could say that. Even though my friends are tired, they just talk and talk.” 

“That’s cute, they want to keep the conversation going.” 

“It stops being cute when you're dead tired.” 

“I can imagine that.”

He glanced down and noticed she didn’t have a drink. He looked at her with a smile that could melt anyone, “Do you want a drink?” 

“Oh-no thank you. I just had a glass of water. I have to watch my friends.”

“Shouldn’t the parents have a day off?”

She glanced at him and bit her lip, “I’ll take red wine...”

“Let me get that for you. I’ll be back.” 

She nodded and watched him leave. She quickly stood up and made sure her dress looked acceptable. It was satin so making sure there were no wrinkles was impossible. She fixed her hair the best she could and sat back down, trying to look like she was just waiting for him. When he came back, she sat a little taller and smiled at him. He handed her the glass and she took the glass (making sure their fingertips touched). She smiled at him, “Thank you.”

“No problem. I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“That matches you.”

She took a sip and raised her eyebrow. She put her glass on the table and leaned back, “Oh? Why?”

“It’s a beautiful name.” 

She had to hold back the crackle that was boiling inside. She couldn’t scare off this man so she instead snorted and hid her nose with her hand, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. It was cute.” 

She rolled her eyes and looked back at the ocean, “A snort is cute. Say’s Who?”

“Says me. You think I would lie?”

She glanced back at him and she saw him giving her a lustful look. She sat up straight and let out a nervous laugh, “I-I wouldn’t call you a liar.” 

“I wouldn’t lie to a pretty girl.” She nodded her head and picked up her wine. She took a small gulp causing him to let out a small laugh, “You good?”

“Fine.”

She glanced back to see Steph on the phone and she sighed, “My friend is on the phone with her husband. I have to check on her.” 

“You’ll come back?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” 

She stood up and walked towards Steph who was crying now. She frowned at this and pushed away the cup so she didn’t drink more, “What’s wrong?”

“Andrew is mad at me. It’s so stupid.” 

“Want to go back to the hotel?” 

“Yeah, I need cake.” 

Y/N rubbed her back and nodded her head, “We’ll get you cake.” 

Y/N went to the dance floor with Steph cuddling into her shoulder. She tapped on Ava’s shoulder and glanced down at Steph, “We're in need of help.”

Ava and Aria sobbed up in a second and took Steph into their arms, “What’s wrong?”

“Andrew happened.” 

Y/N rubbed her back gently and she turned her head to see the man who she was talking to coming towards her, “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N glanced at Steph and shook her head, “I have to take care of her.” 

Namjoon glanced and nodded her head, “I get it.”

“Can I get a name?”

“Joon.”

Y/N nodded her head and smiled at him, “I’ll see you later, Joon.”

Namjoon watched her leave and sighed. He felt an arm over his shoulders and looked at Jimin with a raised eyebrow, “What?”

“You got clockblock?”

“Shut up.” 

Steph was taken care of all night, she fell asleep with a piece of cake in her hand. Ava and Aria left for another party after Y/N told them to go have fun and it was alright for them to go. This morning, Y/N woke up to see everyone sleeping and she smiled at this. Everyone was here and safe. Y/N stood up and went towards the bathroom to get washed up. Today she was going to explore the town. It was so nice that she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to explore. 

She dressed her up in a floral ruffled dress with simple sandals and she was off. Today she was going to take pictures of the ocean or any scenery that caught her eye. Today was pretty chill and it felt nice to be outside. She grabbed her Canon camera out of her bag and she started to take pictures of the palm trees with the clear skies. She smiled to herself and she went to take a picture of the ocean but was stopped by a deep voice, “I know a better place.”

She turned around and was met with a tan God looking at her with a boxy smile, Holy shit is this island just filled with hot people? She let out a small cough and glanced at the ocean, “I like this spot. Thanks.” 

“Hyung, we should go now-who is this?” 

She turned around to see the new voice and was met with a buff guy with a sleeve. She glanced down at his arm and then at his cute face that had piercings, this the second guy who has tattoos but is so cute? The hell...

“I wanted her to come with us to take pictures of the sun with the ocean.” 

Y/N pouted and looked at the spot she had and then back at them, “What’s wrong with my spot?” 

“There’s too many people here.”

“I could always photoshop them out.”

“Yeah, but this view is better. You get the whole city and the ocean.” 

Y/N glanced at the two and then back at her camera, “Why do I keep running into hot guys?” She looked back at them with a small glare, “How do I know you're safe?”

Jungkook chuckled at this and put his hands up, “You can search us.”

Y/N got flustered at this and shook her head, “Th-That’s not what I meant.” 

“Well doll, we would be glad if you searched us.” 

She raised her eyebrow at this and grabbed her camera, “Fine. Show me the spot before we go, tell me your names.”

Jungkook and Taehyung glanced at each other. They were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Taehyung glanced at her with his boxy smile, “My name is Tae.”

Jungkook nodded his head and turned towards her, “My name is Kook.”

“Cute names. Let’s go before I change my mind.” 

They walked for what felt like hours but Y/N learned more about them. They were passionate about the arts and it was clear they had jobs in the arts. With the way they talked about music, it was more than passion. 

They stood on a cliff and Y/N took a step back and felt arms around her waist. She looked up to see Jungkook wiggle his eyebrows, “Are you scared?”

“Of course I am. We’re by a fucking cliff.” 

“Doll likes to cuss. This is the perfect shot.” 

Jungkook let go of her and she took one step forward with her hands shaking, “It’s pretty...it's too high.”

Jungkook went towards her and grabbed her waist again, “I’ll help you take the picture.” 

“O-Okay.”Jungkook held her waist tightly and she felt his breathing on the back of her neck. She ignored the feeling in her stomach and went to take the picture. Tae was right, this is the perfect shot. She took the picture and her head fell into Jungkook’s neck with, “I can’t believe I just did that.” 

“We did it together.” 

She glanced up to see Jungkook giving her a small teasing smirk. She rolled her eyes and glanced at Taehyung who was getting his pictures. He was so focused that he didn’t even realize the stare from her. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and Jungkook let go of her. She took her phone out and looked at the text, Thinking of you - Pool Boy 

She rolled her eyes and put her phone back in her pocket. She glanced down to see a butterfly on a flower and she smiled. She zoomed in on the blue creature and took the picture. Jungkook watched with a small smile on his lips. He let out a small cough and this caught her attention, “We’re meeting someone for lunch. Would you want to come?” 

Y/N glanced down at her watch and saw that none of the girls texted her back. She nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure.” 

They started to walk away from the cliff when she felt an arm around her waist. She glanced at the arm and then at the person, “Tae?” 

He glanced down with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders, “Kook, got to touch you. It’s my turn”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked away, “Sure...”

They walked down to a random cafe on the shoreline. She pushed some hair back and entered the AC cafe. The place was cute and the theme was seashells, it was very welcoming, “Hyung.”

She glanced at the table to see someone smiling at them with a heart-shaped smile. It was a nice smile and it made her feel safe. Taehyung walked her over to the table with Jungkook following right behind. She smiled at him and made a small wave at him, “Hello. I’m sorry if I’m intruding but I was invited. I can leave if you want.”

Hoseok shook his head and patted the seat next to him, “No, I like company.”

She smiled at this and sat next to him as Jungkook and Taehyung sat across with annoyed looks. She turned towards Hoseok and smiled, “My name is Y/N.”

“Mine is Seok.” 

“So, Seok. Are you on vacation with Tae and Kook?”

Hoseok glanced at the two younger men and then back at her, “Yeah, it’s been fun so far. Watching them get drunk.”

Y/N glanced at them and then back at Hoseok, “I can see them being a lot.” 

“They are, trust me.” 

YN glanced down at the menu and looked up at Jungkook, “I’m just going to get some bread.” 

“Why?”

“I have dinner tonight with my girls. I don’t want to be full.”

Taehyung nodded his head at this and closed the menu, “Then let me pay for it.”

“Oh, you don’t-”

“I wanted to pay for it.”

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and it turned into a glare, “I met her first.” 

“So.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and took his wallet, “I’ll pay for her. Now pick your food.” 

The two pouted and glanced down at the words. Y/N raised her eyebrow and glanced at Hoseok, “You know how to control them.”

“I can show that too.”

She looked away from his eyes and Hoseok let out a small laugh, “Shy little thing.” 

After they ordered, they all started talking about random things. She had a lot of things in common with them. She was always shocked when hot people had the same interest as her because she’s just Y/N. These are hot men talking to her. She took a bite of her bread and laughed at a joke that Hoseok said. Hoseok glanced down at his phone and rolled his eyes, “We have to go back to our hotel.”

Y/N looked at the time and nodded her head, “I have to check on my friends.” The group moved out of the cafe and they walked towards the hotel. Y/N raised her eyebrow and glanced at them, “Are we staying in the same hotel?”

Taehyung glanced at the tall building and then back at her, “How lucky are we?” 

“It’s a nice hotel. It took us months to get this room.” 

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook who was chuckling at his missed attempt to flirt. Hoseok wrapped his arm over her shoulder and smiled, “That means we get to see each other more then.” 

“That’s always fun.”

They entered the Hotel and she looked up at Hoseok, “I’m on the first floor.” 

“Oh. We have to say goodbye so fast.” 

Y/N nodded her head sadly, “I’ll see you around. You can always take me to that cafe.” 

Jungkook came forward and nodded his head, “Is that a promise?”

“It’s something. I’ll see you around.” 

They watched her leave their sighted and Hoseok sighed at this, “Fucking Namjoon.”

“He just cockblocked us.”

“She would want me.”

“Shut up Jungkook, let’s go.” 

Y/N sat in the buffet all alone. She was annoyed because the girls just wanted to sleep and party. She understood that this was their vacation but she was basically doing everything by herself. She took a bite of her crab and sighed to herself. It wasn’t fun when you're by yourself. 

She stood up to get seconds when someone ran into her. She dropped her plate and whatever he had on his plate was now on her, “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” She looked up and saw broad shoulders staring at her. She turned her head up and saw the softest brown eyes looking at her with pure regret. She glanced down at her shirt and saw it was covered in a sauce and frowned, “It happens.” 

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Oh, how?”

“I’ll pay for dinner tonight and a new shirt.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and shook her head, “That’s asking too much.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and glanced down, “I spilled pasta all over your shirt. Let me make this better.” 

She sighed and nodded her head, “Okay.”

“Are you pasta?” 

“What?” 

“Cause you’re always on my mind.” 

She covered her mouth and let out a loud laugh. She looked away from him and he felt proud of his joke, “I’m Jinnie”

“I’m Y/N. Good joke by the way.”

“Finally someone respects my jokes. Let me show you my table.”

Before they moved, Y/N gently grabbed his wrist causing him to look at her, “Do you have a date or anything?” 

“No, but I do now.”

She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head, “Okay...I like that.” 

He pulled out her chair and she sat down with her rocking a hotel shirt. The two sat at the table and she pushed some hair back, “I was going to get some pasta.” 

“Ravioli?” 

“I’m not sure to be honest.”

“Cause you’re stuffed with all the right stuff.” 

It took her a minute to process the joke and then she started to laugh. She covered her mouth and shook her head, “You're on a roll.” 

“With butter?”

“Shut up and come get food with me, Jinnie.” 

The two talked all night and shared food with each other. She learned that he’s allergic to garlic and had to make sure the pasta was made separately. He learned that she was allergic to most fruits and how it became a challenge to drink. After the buffet, Jin took her to the arcade and her eyes widened.

She glanced at him and gave him a small smirk, “I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”

“Oh, are you?” 

The two ran towards the shooting game and Y/N nodded her head towards him, “Are you ready soldier?” 

“Ready if you are. What’s our mission?”

“Whoever kills the most zombies wins.” 

“Yes, loser.” 

Y/N stuck her tongue out and turned towards the screen, “Start!” 

The two started playing but Jin kept getting distracted by her laugh. It was so soft and he was just glad that she was having a good time. She dropped the gun and started clapping her hands, “I won.”

“You cheated.” 

She glanced at him and winked, “You're just a loser.” 

“I’ll beat you in a racing game.”

“You're so on.” 

Jin was right, he won that game. The competitiveness that they both had wasn’t allowing them to walk away from the games. They were down to the final game, skee ball. They were tied and Y/N turned towards Jin, “Last game?” 

“Whoever wins is the champion.” 

“I plan on.”

“We’ll see.” 

Jin frowned and watched Y/N trade her tickets for an oversized squirrel. She glanced at him and frowned, “Are you sad?”

“No...”

She let out a small laugh and handed him the squirrel, “Here, you take it.”

He unfolded his arms and raised his eyebrow, “What?” 

“You reminded me of a squirrel. Cute.”

Jin felt his neck get hot and he quickly shook his head, “Well you’re my squirrel then.”

“Oh?”

“Two cute creatures have to stick together.” 

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “I guess we do.” 

He walked her down her hall and she smiled at him, “I’ll see you?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N stood on tippy toes and kissed his check, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” 

He walked out of the hallway as first as he could as Y/N watched with amusement. She bite her lip and walked towards her room, what a great vacation.” 

 “You need to get fucked.”

Y/N choked on her drink and stared at Aria with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Aria twirled her drink and looked around the club, “You’ve been standing here, doing nothing. You need a good dick.”

“I’m fine.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and took a sip, “I’m fine-”

“You need to have fun.” 

Y/N glanced at Steph and scoffed at this, “I have been having fun. This whole vacation I’ve been having fun.” 

Steph rolled her eyes and finished her drink, “Go talk to someone. That guy over there has been eye fucking all night.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Just look.”

Y/N followed Steph’s gaze and her eyes widened. There was a man who was already looking at her. He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a simple black shirt but it made him look so expensive. She let out a small cough and shook her head, “Ladies, I-”

“This is from the gentlemen over there.”

She glanced at the waiter and raised her eyebrow. She bowed her head to say her thanks and took the drink. On the bottom of the glass there was a note. She took the note and gave her drink to Ava. She opened the note and she felt a rush, Come to me. She glanced up and saw him giving her a small smirk. She melted at this and looked at her friends, “I’ll see you guys later. Fyi, I’m doing this because I want to. Not because of you guys.” 

“Whatever, just get dick.” 

She rolled her eyes at Ava and walked towards the mystery man. Yoongi finished his whiskey and saw that she was coming towards her. She was dressed in a nice black dress and it wasn’t too mini like the other girls. He watched her scold her friends for drinking too much and making sure that they had water. She was caring and hot. Perfect. 

He put his glass down and glanced up, “You like to follow commands.” 

Y/N felt her face get hot and shrugged her shoulders, “I-I wanted to come over here.”

“Oh, did you? That fine ass just walked towards me just because?” 

“I’m Y/N.”

Yoongi nodded his head and looked her up and down, “I’m Yoon. Let’s get out of this loud club.”

“Su-Sure.” 

The moment the elevator closed, Y/N was pinned against the wall. Yoongi was kissing her up and down her neck with passion. It was as if she would disappear in seconds. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning and grinding into him. He moved away and grinded right back at her,  “You're all ready for this, aren’t you?” 

“Ye-Yes.” 

The door opened and Yoongi intertwined their fingers together, “Let’s go.” 

She followed him like a lost lamb and she was going to experience something life changing. She knew this. She watched him open the door and the moment the door closed, his hands were all over her. She kissed him with the same amount of passion but stopped when there was a cough. Yoongi groaned at this and pulled away to look behind him, “What?” 

“Hyung, at the door?” 

“Kook?”

Jungkook looked past Yoongi and his mouth dropped when he saw Y/N, “Y-Y/N?”

“That’s your name? Y/N?”

She walked forward and saw Jimin looking at her with a shocked look, “Pool boy?”

Just then the rest of BTS came out and stared at Y/N with shock. She let out a shocked laugh and turned towards Yoongi, “I-I can’t believe this.” 

“It seems like we all wanted you.” 

“Y/N was the girl that Jimin was talking about...that’s crazy.”

Y/N looked towards them and frowned, “I-I’m sorry. I don’t want you guys thinking I was leading you on. I enjoyed my time with you guys.”

Hoseok walked towards her and pushed some hair off her shoulder, “Well, do you want to continue that?” 

“What?” 

Jungkook took his shirt off and ruffled his hair, “Do you want us?” 

“Excuse me?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and pushed Hoseok away. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile, “We’re asking if you want all of us.”

She stared at him with a shocked look but looked around the room. They were all hot and it was clear they were attractive to her. I did want to do things that I would never do at home....

She glanced at Namjoon and did something that shocked everyone. She reached down and pulled her dress over her head, “It’s summer time. Why not make memories?” 

[swap-tech-enterprise]

From Maid of Honor to Best Man Part A, Customer Swap Stories #1

When my best friend Jessica’s boyfriend finally proposed to her, I was so excited because that finally meant we would be able to live out the dreams we’ve had about being the maid of honor in each others weddings! However, that soon began to fall apart when Jessica announced that it was going to be a destination wedding in Italy. I was heartbroken because I wanted to be there for my best friend, but financially couldn’t afford to be there. That was until one of the other bridesmaids suggested I use Swap Tech Enterprise’s (STE) vacation swaps. For a small fee, STE would swap your body with someone who lives in the location you are looking to go too and vice versa. After doing some research, it wasn’t a bad deal so I decided to move forward with it. I filled out the quick form provided on their website and paid my 100 dollar deposit, and from there I received an email with all I needed to know, including the date and time I needed to head down to my cities local STE Swap Bank. After months of anticipation, the day had come and it was time to become someone else for the week. As I entered the Swap Bank, the front desk attendant checked me and brought me to the swap room to get ready for the swap. As I sat on the bed waiting for the swap to happen, the swap technician explained how the process worked as they hooked me up to the helmet that would connect me to my swap partner. Finally it was time for the swap to happen and the swap tech began the count down from 10, instructing me to relax. As the tech counted down, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I was nervous about becoming another person for a week, especially since I purchased the cheapest swap package that only allowed for me to pick the gender and age of the body I was going to be in, not the body itself. All these thoughts were running through my head when suddenly everything went black. Moments later, I began to regain consciousness.

Opening my eyes, I could see I wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

I also noticed that my feet were much larger than that of a 27 year old woman. On top of that, I noticed I no longer had breasts. “What the fuck is going on?” I said quickly covering my mouth because of the deep baritone voice that came out of me. That’s when it clicked, I hadn’t been swapped with another woman, but a man instead.

Turns out that when filling out the form, I accidentally clicked the male option instead of the female option as my preferred gender type. I explained the mistake to the swap tech at the Italian Swap Bank I was now and asked if it was possible to get swapped with a female body, but they informed me that they can’t authorized a swap from a body that isn’t my own to prevent having too many cross swapped customers. Looks like I’m going to spending the week and celebrating my best friend’s wedding as the best man rather than the maid of honor. Hopefully she understands the mixup.

[the-anxious-stargazer]

Like Lucky Strike || Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Y/N asks out Sam on a date, both of them worry about how the night would go. When the night came and the date went on, they felt their worries settle down knowing that they were both comfortable of each other.

Words: 4.4k

Note: i'm happy y'all enjoyed the first part and honestly i never thought of making a part 2 so here you go! i'm sorry if it took too long i was trying so hard to find the motivation to write the date part during a breakup HUHU enjoy more sam fluff bc this woman deserves the fucking world :) also yes quinn never went bad we are healthy so she is not going to avenge her bitchass brother.

[Masterlist] [Part 1]

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"Hey Matty, where's a great place to bring a girl you have been crushing on for quite some time now? " Y/N asks her good friend, who paused his typing,

"Wait, you finally asked Sam out?" Matt states his shock.

Y/N had been rambling to her good friend and boss, Matt, about how things had been going between her and Sam. If he were being honest, his friend's been stupidly in love with Sam since the day she shared their conversation one night at the diner. For someone who likes to observe the world around her, Matt was sure she was the most oblivious of how she felt towards a specific woman that works in her favorite diner.

It had been the day after Y/N had walked Sam to her apartment after work and asked her to dinner, and for the past few hours since she got home, she's been overthinking about it. She ends up planning what she'd be wearing for the date and settled wearing something more casual than what she always wore whenever she stopped by the diner. If someone were watching her choosing between the amount of clothes she had picked they'd think that she has lost her mind. Though Y/N had decided on her clothes, the next on her list was the place they'd have dinner at. Like what Sam said last night, she was aiming for a place they can only afford than going to an expensive restaurant and pouring her entire savings into some dish that she's not even sure she'd like. So that's why she seeks someone else's opinion,

"Yes, I did, and I'm panicking because I have no place in mind to take her to!" The woman nervously answers before she sat down on the chair by his table and tapped her feet. It was something she's been doing for the past few hours of contemplating things.

"Well, don't take her anywhere expensive." Her friend emphasizes as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

"I'm aware, dude. I can't spend my entire bank account for a plate of steak that I can do 10x better at home." Y/N jokes when she can't even cook much.

"Then why not cook her something?" Matt playfully suggests, and he sees the cringe on her face before replying, "And attempt to burn my place down again? Gladly! " 

"C'mon, it can't be that bad Y/N." He tries to convince her.

Y/N suddenly recalls the time she tried to make spaghetti and ended up burning the sauce and cooking her noodles mushy. The chaos she omitted that Sunday afternoon caused her fire alarm to go off, and earned numerous knocks on her door after her attempt. Let's just say she never bothered to try cooking anything fresh other than instant noodles and canned food. Even her mother laughed so hard at her story when she was telling it on the phone.

"Did you forget that I almost burned my place down because of tomato sauce, Matthew?" The sarcasm that drips in her voice makes Matt laugh,

"Oh, what about that taco truck you said you've been wanting to try for the past two weeks?" Matt remembers her words. The woman's eyes light up from his suggestion.

Y/N still had been eyeing that taco truck that was a few walks away from her apartment but had always been preoccupied to try.

"Oh my gosh, Matt. You're a fucking genius! " Y/N exclaims before standing up.

"Then I'll let you get off early later." Matt chuckles at his friend before he watches her walk out of his room and go to the lobby to continue her brainstorming. Though she does stop by the door before saying, "Thank you, Matty. You're the best!"

Meanwhile, in the Bailey-Carpenter apartment, Sam had reluctantly asked her young sister what outfit she could wear, and it ended up Mindy, Anika, and Quinn tagging along. Tara was beyond ecstatic to help her big sister with something like this. After almost a year of living in New York, Sam's finally letting herself be open in the dating scene. The other three were beyond surprised to hear that the Samantha Carpenter was going on a date with someone they had never heard of before, but Tara filled them with what she knew. Quinn and Tara rummage into Sam's closet for some clothes qualified enough for her to wear tonight. 

So far, the progress is going very slow.

"Wait so, she's a regular at the diner you work at and defended you from these mean girls that been harassing you? Damn, now I want to meet the woman." Mindy babbles as she sat on Sam's bed and rests one of her arms in-between her girlfriend's thighs.

"And she always walks her home after her shifts. I sometimes catch up to them and that ass of hers is looking mighty fine in those pantsuits." Quinn adds while studying one of Sam's crop top.

"That's so sweet. Sam, she already sounds like a keeper." Anika smiles at the older Carpenter who has been embarrassed the entire time.

"Oh my god you guys, we're not even anything yet." Sam covers her face.

"Not even anything? Sam, she's literally the first person you opened up to with none of our connections. And she waits for you to finish your shift sometimes and walks you home!" Tara points out facts as she turns around to face her sister,

"And— And, she's the first person to ever make you genuinely laugh! I have never heard you laugh since you know who!" Her sister continues.

"Tell me, has she ever done that to anyone else at the diner?" The younger Carpenter continues, and the three wait for her response as she froze.

The coffee breaks she always offered to everyone turned out mostly to be her's except for the times she was off. Y/N does always wait for her to finish her shift but only when she's on the morning shift. On the night shifts, she's more than happy to accompany her before 10 pm to head home and rest. Sam always texted her whenever she got home before going to sleep and it always surprised her when she got a reply so early to bid her to have a good rest. Y/N only offered the walks to her specifically that even Cate and Dolly tease her about it while Dale proudly smiles at his favorite regular. Sam concludes that her sister was right. When she took too long to respond Tara snaps her fingers and scoffs in amusement.

"See? There is something!" The younger Carpenter finishes before she goes back to help Quinn.

"Okay, as much as I want to help Tara prove that she's right, why do you not have anything spicy here Sam? Not even a red dress or a cute skirt?" Quinn interjects and she gives up.

"I mean, tank tops, skinny jeans, and boots are Sam's thing. I don't see a problem with that." Mindy joins in with a shoulder shrug.

"I agree with her on that one." Her girlfriend beams and Mindy kisses her cheek for it.

Sam smiles at their antics before she finally helps find the perfect fit for her. She felt content to be surrounded by people who support her in this new chapter in her life. Part of her still felt incredibly nervous to go out with Y/N who felt the same way as she changed to the outfit she had planned which was a green plaid jacket, white shirt, black jeans, and walking shoes. It felt weird to dress this comfortably just to see Sam. She's at least checked herself in the mirror more times she can count than usual and has contemplated too many times if she should drop the jacket or not. But the weather today seems to tell her that it might rain one way or the other. Y/N just had to be sure that she was prepared for the worst.

When she finally stopped herself from stressing about her fit, she grabbed her stuff and left her apartment to walk her way to Sam's apartment. Even if it was around five blocks away walking felt better than getting a taxi and getting stuck in traffic at this hour. Y/N put on her earphones as she strutted through the New York crowd and minded her business. The people around her moved in routine as some bumped into each other and yelled at the person to watch their way while some people talked loudly on the phone. She was beyond immune to how the people here are the way they are. So as Y/N arrives at the Bailey-Carpenter apartment building, she catches a glimpse of the sisters waiting for her by the stairs and Tara is the first one to notice her arrival. Her eyes couldn't leave Sam's body as she stood next to her sister who sat on the stairs and tapped her shoes nervously. She wore a cropped tank top and blue skinny jeans to match her usual boots that she wore to work. Y/N always liked her wearing tank tops because she gets to see those arms for free.

"Y/N!" Tara jumped from her seat as she ran to hug the woman nearing them. Y/N smiles at the younger Carpenter and hugs her with one hand.

Sam looks up to see both of them and she freezes at the sight of her. Those doe eyes couldn't leave Y/N's figure as she initiated small talk with Tara. Everything else blurred out as she watched the woman smile as she spoke and her voice was inaudible. She thought she looked amazing even in casual wear. It was too weird to see her outside of her work clothes since she's gotten so used to Y/N visiting her right after work. She didn't even realize that they had approached her. Sam couldn't snap out of her trance until someone snapped their fingers in front of her. Tara giggled at her sister's unresponsiveness when Y/N greeted her and dropped her hand that was in front of her sister's face.

"Huh?" Sam uttered as she blinked a few times.

"You good, Sam?" Y/N asks as she tries to hide away her amusement,

"Yeah, y-you look good." She sheepishly replies and smiles back at her before she hears her compliment her back, "I could say the same for you,"

"You ready?" The woman saw her nod before both of them turned to notice Tara grinning at them.

"You better bring her back home before 10 or we will hunt you down, Y/L/N." The younger Carpenter tries to intimidate her with an emphasis on "we" and it makes Y/N laugh at her attempt. The interaction caused Sam to push Y/N's back for them to leave.

"10 o' clock, Y/L/N! Don't forget it! "

"Yes, ma'am!" She turns around and shouts back with a salute.

"Tara get back inside! I'll see you later." Tara shakes her head while giggling before following her order.

Unconsciously, Y/N holds her hand while Sam's free hand covers her face in embarrassment. As much as she loved her sister dearly, Tara was surely doing all she could to humiliate her in front of Y/N. But deep down, she's more than happy that they bonded well. Tara is kind of easy to befriend so Y/N had no worries getting along with the young Carpenter. The woman in question smiles at her as she covers her blushed face and finally takes the lead to walk them to their destination.

"I am so sorry about her." Sam tries to apologize.

"It's nothing, I like seeing you all embarrassed. It's cute." Y/N let her know.

Sam tries to act cool from her words and removes her hand from her face before looking at her to ask, "Stop it! Where are you taking us?"

"Oh, there's this taco truck I've always passed whenever I come back from the diner and have always wanted to try it out. Might as well try there." Y/N informs as they walk past a crowd.

They were a crowd of teenagers and laughing loudly at their shenanigans. Y/N felt Sam stiffen from the crowd so she carefully let go of her hand and slipped it on her back to settle her hand on her waist. This moved their bodies closer and the move made Sam blush again. Part of her wish was that Y/N wouldn't notice it but she was already too late as it made her smirk. Her cautious mind calmed down after.

"Do you want me to move away?" The woman softly questions to her ear. She could've sworn that her voice shifted from sweet to silky.

Situations like this used to make Sam freeze after Woodsboro, but Y/N has unconsciously helped her get through it. She felt incredibly safe with her around. Safety was something she had never felt since moving to New York before all the rumors started.

"N-No, this is fine." Sam stuttered, cursing at herself for doing so.

Y/N just simply smiles before they continue walking close to each other. The warm feeling on her chest continued that she couldn't help herself from smiling. Sam's nervousness was long gone and she felt more comfortable in Y/N's arms. They were able to pass by the diner and wave at the staff and regular customers inside. Behind Y/N's back, Dale had just won the bet he had with both servers who thought she wouldn't have the guts to ask Sam or the other way around. Cate whined in defeat before handing the cook his ten bucks. The smug smile on Dale's face only annoyed Dolly who also gave her ten bucks and continued cleaning the table she had abandoned after seeing the two.

When Y/N notices the familiar deli shop on the other side of the road she smiles knowing that they are near. Her hands loosen from Sam's hips and beams at her,

"What kind of taco do you like?" The woman randomly asks and Sam hums to think about her answer while they wait,

"My dad used to make these fish tacos when we were young and when we had a trip to Mexico I had this amazing one but forgot it," Sam replies.

"What about you?" She voices out her curiosity.

"I've had Al Pastor once and it was good. The one that's been showing up in my timeline lately is Birria tacos and I swear I want to try them so bad." Y/N happily answers.

Sam only giggles at her ramble before they finally arrive at the place and it was kind of crowded. There was quite the line for both the order and waiting and so far the people who were already eating seemed to be having a good time while enjoying the food. The place had slowly upgraded since Y/N had laid eyes on it. At first, it was just a taco truck by an empty parking space, but now there were tables and decorations around their area with lights complimenting the homey vibe of the area. The owner must have gotten a lot of attention to make this place look lively. Sam liked how cozy and warm the area looked as she observed more.

"So, what are we ordering?" Y/N wonders as she looks her way.

She sees the older Carpenter stare at the sign and concentrate on which order should she pick. The way her eyebrows furrowed as she debated between fish and beef made Y/N's heart flutter. Those doe eyes that used to be so mysterious are now mesmerizing to her. She thought she was so adorable that she didn't even realize that she'd been staring for too long.

"I mean, we only have two options. We can order both and just share if you'd like?" Sam concludes her thought process before she turns to see the woman's reaction only to be smiling at her mindlessly.

"Y/N? " She calls for her when she doesn't answer her.

"Hmm? Yeah, that sounds good to me." Y/N blurts out when she pulls away from her thoughts and it's Sam's turn to be amused by her getting distracted.

"What's on your mind?" Sam tries to tease her and it only makes the woman blush.

"I-I, uhm—"

"I'm messing with you, dummy." The teasing she caused had only made Y/N blush even harder as she scratched the back of her head and laughed along with her.

Just the sight of Y/N like this will be stuck at the back of Sam's head for who knows how long.

While waiting in line, the two continued conversing about their day. Y/N excluded the part where she was panicking over where she'd take them to dinner and stressing over her outfit. She found it cute how all the girls came together to help Sam with her outfit even when she only asked for Tara. Her sister has mentioned the three before whenever she hangs out at the diner when she has no classes in the afternoon. So far, Mindy is her favorite from the stories. As they ordered and finished up, it was time to wait in line. Gladly the service was fast since around four people were working inside a food truck to cook and prepare while two worked to clean the tables. When their orders were placed and the food served later, both enjoyed their dinner with laughs and stories. Y/N liked both fish and beef but Sam preferred the fish because it brought some nostalgia for her. The woman didn't mind offering the majority of the fish tacos to her and just smiled when Sam appreciated her for offering them.

"You know… I thought you wouldn't return them." Y/N began while trying to add some salsa verde to her half-eaten taco. The Carpenter girl figured that they were talking about how they felt for each other as she wiped off whatever was on her face after finishing her last taco.

"Well, I've never really had anyone openly be friendly with me and stick around even when I don't show much... interest." Sam answers.

"Stick around huh?" The woman teases with a grin before biting in.

"I mean, who's the one who kept asking for coffee breaks?" Sam watches her stifle her laugh while trying to finish chewing her food and swallow it down before replying to her,

"In my defense, I offer coffee breaks to everyone." Y/N tries to say.

"And yet you still offered it after I declined twice. You were a tad bit persistent on that." All she could do was shake her head.

"What can I say, I liked the whole mystery behind you. Intrigued me a lot and I'm glad I was patient enough to make it this far." Y/N admits, leaning back in her seat to cross her arms with a small smile.

Her eyes follow Sam's every move as she leans close to her and hovers her mouth next to her ear to say, "You have something on your face."

The shortness of the gap between them causes Y/N to sit still while the Carpenter girl wipes away the smudge of salsa verde near the corner of her lips with tissue. Her cheeks light up as they stay close and she stares at Sam's lips which seem to be more irresistible than before. The urge to fight herself back from kissing her was her greatest battle right now because she was almost losing. Sam found amusement in her enthralled state, knowing that this was the same woman who almost swerved smoothly through her guarded walls for the past month. All that natural confidence she carried with ease was nowhere to be found now. Y/N felt her hold her chin before forcing her to move her attention to her face she had a smirk. Her blush only worsened.

"Eyes up here, Cariño." Y/N almost melted on the floor when she heard her speak again.

"T-Thank you." She was able to bring herself to voice her gratitude.

Sam only chuckled at her when she replied before checking her phone to see the time. The woman before her stood up with a sigh and motioned her to follow, "Come on, my sister's going to potentially hunt you down if we don't get back at 10."

"R-Right!" Y/N stutters as she stands up.

The Carpenter girl only smiled at her as she went to cling her right arm around her left arm. Both of them walked by the sidewalk with comfortable silence between them and Sam leaned her head to her shoulder, trusting Y/N fully. She felt a sense of accomplishment for coming this far. All that patience was worth the effort now that she was here with Sam trusting her safety and well-being with her that she could never let herself be like this around anyone else but her family. That warm feeling came back to her chest as they continued to walk and Y/N only smiled at the feel of it.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" Y/N gently asks,

"It was… better than expected. Thank you for tonight." Sam sends her gratitude to her while trying to look up to see her grinning in content.

"You're always welcome, Sam. You deserve it."

Both continued in silence as they walked back to the Carpenter's place. While walking, Y/N felt something land on her face, and she slightly jumped from it. Her head turned left and right to try and figure out what it was before she felt something land again. The woman then looked up to the sky that had the stars hidden, and before they knew it the rain started pouring down at them. Y/N's instinct was to run and look for some cover, but most of them were being occupied by other people. A thought popped into her mind, and she suddenly remembered that she wore her plaid jacket for this exact reason. She then started stripping out of the said jacket and covered Sam's head to keep her dryer.

"You're going to get wet!" Sam scolds her only to be brushed off,

"It's okay, my place is near we can get dry there!" Y/N yells before grabbing her hand to lead them to her apartment.

Both of them ran through the New York rain as it continued to pour harder and they laughed like children playing in the rain. Tara's joking threats were now forgotten and Sam would probably give her a call later to let her know. Y/N could feel her clothes getting wetter in the process but as promised, the buildings that she was all too familiar with walking past whenever she came home came nearer. Sam noted that she lived on a nicer street than she and her sister do, though only a little. When they reached the apartment building, Y/N quickly looked for her keys in the pockets of her jeans and fished them out when she found them. She then unlocks the building door and lets Sam in first before she follows to close the door behind.

"Oh my god, Y/N. You're all soaked up." Sam points out the obvious as she takes off the plaid jacket off her head.

All she heard from her was a laugh before she shakes her head to brush it off.

"At least you're not." The woman beams at her and she thinks she looks like a little kid smiling at her with her hair flat and clothes drenched.

Y/N noted that Lenard, the keeper, would probably kill her for causing a mess on the floor with a puddle slightly forming from the water dripping from them. She'll apologize to him by the morning before she comes to work, probably with a box of his favorite Marlboro to make up to him.

"C'mon, we might get sick if we don't get out of these," Y/N remarked as she started making her way to the elevator.

Luckily enough for them, the elevator was free for them and they both entered the box accompanied by squeaks from their shoes. Y/N pressed the button for her floor and leaned her weight to the railing at the back, Sam following her. The Carpenter girl takes a moment to stare at the woman beside her and notices how her skin glistens from the water and the lighting of the elevator. It was relatively bright, but not bright enough to be blinding. Numerous thoughts came to her mind as she burned her skin with her unwavering eyes that she felt them. Y/N turns to face her and breathed,

"What's on your mind, Sammy?" Something about the way her voice caused the hair on her arms to go up and made her throw all her restraints away.

And hearing that nickname was her breaking point.

"Fuck it," Sam uttered before she grabs Y/N's face and presses her lips onto hers.

Y/N's plaid jacket that she had held has been dropped on the floor and both couldn't be bothered by it. The force Sam had used to press her hard to the wall caught Y/N off guard and the kiss only made her feel like there was a fireworks display in her stomach. She noted how soft her lips were and the desperation in her kiss as they turned their heads in sync. There was a hint of citrus on Sam's lips and she liked the taste of it that they felt irresistible. Hands slowly make their way to Sam's hips before Y/N flips their places with her now pinning the Carpenter girl, barely breaking the kiss.

If only she knew how her knees weakened when she took dominance.

When it seemed like it was taking forever and both women struggled to breathe, they pulled away from each other but not too far away to miss each other's warmth. Sam decided to be the first one to break the silence in the hair,

"I know I was the one who started, but I think… we're going too fast." She addressed as she caught her breath.

Y/N giggles as she looks down to avoid her stare and a shade of pink paints her cheeks, "Yeah, I agree and I don't mind if you want to take things slow."

Sam just smiles at her in content when she looks back to her doe eyes and makes her heart leap at the adoration in Y/N's eyes. She felt too fortunate to have someone as considerate and patient as her. Almost too good to be true. But she reassured herself that Y/N was nothing like Richie. And Sam hoped her heart won't be broken twice with betrayal.

"I'd like that."

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THANK YOU FOR READING I'M SORRY IF THIS TOOK LONG <3

[official-magnus-institute]

hey Jon can we have that book recommendation I’m curious

STATEMENT OF DONNA RHETTE, REGARDING 'THIS FUCKING BOOK'- VERBATIM FROM TEXT. STATEMENT TAKEN FROM REVIEW LEFT ON www.lionstreetbooks.com/i-spy-housewarming/K-6482749278.html

(tw: stalking, scopophobia, loss of child, arson)

STATEMENT BEGINS.

@_Donnarhette

★☆☆☆☆

do not purchase this book do not buy anything off this website theyre stealing your information. this website is unreliable and customer service does not respond they do not pick up their phones.

i bought this book for my 5 year old daughter. she kept waking me up in the middle of the night for weeks beforehand. it was normal, kids do that, kids are scared of monsters. but i would always read her i spy. we have every other edition, down to the miniature versions and the seasonal ones. eventually, she learned where everything was, though, and the books got boring, so i looked up 'i spy books' for the 80th time this month. it brought me here, and i purchased the book for shipping.

the very next day it was brought here, and i was astonished at first, but once i saw the condition of how it was packed, i figured why it came so fast. it was a wreck, the corners all beat, a handful of packing peanuts and some thin paper tossed cattywompus inside. the shippers mustve played hacky-sack with it before tossing it up to the house

even so, my girl was excited. she had completely forgotten about the supposed monsters, she just wanted the book. it's a unique edition for sure, instead of looking for small items on a small scale, it just looks like pictures of parks or buildings, along with riddles like 'i spy a tricycle, i spy ten cards, i spy a crack in concrete that's hard'. it was a change of pace for me, even- a challenge. but my daughter was doing phenomenally.

the photographer must be local to my area, because i recognized the photos soon. hell, i think i saw the back of my head in the bank one. but it got strange when it came to a picture of a street.

my street of my home.

now im thinking, 'maybe it's personalized, it's google maps, and they look up the address for the buyer before they send it out?' but that was... impossible. after i ordered the book it came the very next day, there was no way theyd be able to just cram this page in last second. not only that, but there was the riddle.

i spy a sewer grate, a baseball, a torch,

i spy a busted-up box on the porch.

i shut the book on that page and told my daughter to go to bed. there was fuss, but something was wrong. i tuck her in and she complains again about monsters in the window. all through the night, theres monsters in the window, and i snap at her when she wakes me up the 3rd time.

at that point she was crying, and i was.. yelling. i dont feel good about it, god, especially not now, but i was tired and scared. thats no excuse. so was she.

after telling her it would be ok, she slept in my bed with me. i held her tight the whole night through, and i would do my research in the morning, i assured myself.

but i didnt het a chance. by sunrise she was gone. not in her bed, in her pillow fort, not in the kitchen, the den, nowhere. i phone the police, and i end up running down the street screaming her name.

as i get back home, though, i felt compelled to that damn book. god, why did i go back to that damn book??

it was a picture of us through the window.

'i spy ten earrings, 2 rings, and a comb

i spy a mom and daughter at home.'

it was like my tears froze from shock. i steeled myself and flipped to the next page.

'i spy a woman, big tears and brown curls

i spy a book, but i see no girl.'

as i said, the police are investigating this store. burn in hell you freak. ill see you there.

Well. It took some digging, but there's your recommendation. We were able to get I Spy: Housewarming from the crime scene - or, more so, the wreckange. Donna was griefstruck, this adding onto the loss of her husband shortly before this, leading to a burst of arson. The book was recovered just fine, seemingly one of the Leitners that can withstand some flames.

J. Sims, The Archivist

[oneshotnewbie]

Request: Baby Danvers is the new vigilante in National City. When her sisters find out, they're overprotective of her but then she shows them how well she can defend herself & ends up fighting side by side with her sisters against the new villian in National City. Maybe they can have a heartwarming sisterly moment afterwards.

Authors note: I am not quite happy with the whole outcome of the story, but I hope you still like it. Reason the Danvers siblings know about your work as a vigilante is because it slipped out of Winn's mouth when they raised the issue at the DEO, but this will not be discussed further in this story.

Summary: As a baby, your parents dumped you on the street. A man came across you and took you into his family where you grew up as an ordinary woman alongside two siblings. But at 20, you accidentally became known as a vigilante who saved many lives and stopped many crimes, only being able to do that because they taught you all the things you needed. You kept everything a secret from your family until you couldn't anymore.

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"You wanna do what?" your eldest sister demanded as she used the hand of the soldier and transformed into her protective suit. Alex already knew where this discussion was going. Not for the first time in the past few weeks, this conversation has been reignited when a renewed adversary of Supergirl has been rampaging around town.

"I want to help. Fight by your side and protect National City from the new villian" you repeated, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you sat on the couch at Kara´s apartment, one leg crossing over the other with frustration.

"Out of question," she shook her head to emphasize her explicit comment, avoiding looking at you, knowing that she would buckle if she caught your puppy eyes and the pout. You were too young and had no experience dealing with an opponent who possessed far more powers than simple bank robbers.

It had been hard enough for her to accept that you were the new vigilante that the DEO wanted to hunt down first, but putting you in even more danger than you already were on a day-to-day basis was a no go for her.

"Come on, Alex! I want to be a hero, just like Kara and you!" you pleaded, arguing a fair point. A direct glare and a frown on your forehead signaled the redhead pure anger pouring out of you. Fixing her visually, you tried to intimidate her with a scrutinizing look and steer her opinion in a different direction.

But you hit a hard wall against which all your requests ricocheted off, Alex stayed strong.

"No, I do not want you to get hurt or worse. You stay here, end of discussion" you waved her off and crossed your arms grumbling over your chest. It was not your fault that small tears suddenly welled up in your eyes and you leaned your face in the direction of the open balcony.

Disappointment set in over the fact that the redhead did not trust you to fight at both sides and to be able to protect yourself. You took a shaky breath as you tried to calm down so as not to drop a single tear. Strictly refusing eye contact, you listened to the conversation between your siblings while nervously shaking your foot.

"Y/n?" you quickly blinked away the water that had pooled in your eyes and glared at the young blonde who was standing in the bedroom doorway, eyeing you questioningly. "Hm?"

"You do not need to be angry, you know why we are doing this" she said with pursed lips, knowing that you would like to come with her but in her eyes, you were still to green behind your ears to understand the danger you would put yourself and others in. "We just want to protect you. You are still too young to engage in this kind of war"

"I can decide that myself," you replied without looking her in the eyes. "Like you did when you saved the crashing plane Alex was in"

There was a brief silence, then Kara got up from her seat with a smile and walked over to you. She was aware that she would not allow you to do some things, but she did not want you to see and do things that could probably haunt you for the rest of your life. "We have to go now. I will bring you your favorite ice cream, okay?"

With a kiss on the top of your hair, she disappeared from the balcony with Alex pressed close to her.

As soon as they were gone, you stopped gripping the pillow with all your strength and ran to your room to change into your costume. Over your black dress, which you wore underneath, you put on a wine red vest of decterity with lacing at the front and sides before you underlined it with a dark red, luminous cloak, whose tendrils of roses on it shone bright red.

With the last laces of your black boots tied, you set out for the action. Immediately pulling your hood over your head to protect your identity, you stayed in the shadows of each alley, moving swiftly as to not be noticed until you were in the arsenal of the battle.

Running into the frey, most of the people were running in the opposite direction, making it difficult for you to get to the heart of the fight. As you battled the crowd and squeezed through the narrowest of gaps between people, you spotted Kara and Alex surrounded by several aliens.

You quickly jumped and slid over the concrete blocks that blocked your way while pulling your black mask over the lower half of your face. With a somersault, you landed in an open but secluded place and immediately drew your bow, which you strung with an arrow and aimed at General Astra´s rogue Kryptonians.

Intentionally, one of the arrows broke loose and hit one of her followers with a krypton-made tip while attacking your sisters, making him fall to the ground. All the attention from the people as well as from your sisters and the attackers was now on you.

"There is Red! She is helping Supergirl!" yelled an unfamiliar voice near you and you caught the young eyes of a boy who was hiding behind a fallen tree with his friends. His big grin, despite the ongoing danger told you, that he was one of your fans.

A fainted snort drew your attention up into the air as your eyes met the triumphant expression on the face of no other than Kara´s aunt. Your siblings also had their eyes on you by now, shocked and at the same time angry glares throwing in your direction. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?!"

"If I were you, I do wipe that smug smile off quickly" you said scathingly to Astra, and all the assembled humans, the Kryptonians and your sisters while ignoring the redheads ask- You spoke as if fate had now chosen you to continue the fight against her. You were brave, so incredibly brave and you would not give up until you took the life out of Kara's aunt, even if you were more scared inside than you carried on the outside.

The moment you drew your bow with an arrow and aimed it at her was the moment the scenery exploded. No matter what you had been through by now, whatever was about to happen would decide either war or peace.

"I guess it runs in the family," she began, throwing her people back into the fray; who immediately pounced on Supergirl. "Eighty percent quirk that you think your toy could kill me and only twenty percent normal because I can smell your fear from here."

You snarled. Astra was clearly not thinking straight when she let the sentence fall out of her mouth. But you did not have time to think about it. She charged at you, who was absolutely in no shape to dodge the powers of a Kryptonian. Luckily, your sister pushed you out of the way, taking the hit skillfully. "You will not touch her!"

"Get the kid!" she yelled hysterically. Astra was mad, very mad as her blood burned in anger. She let her comrades loose on you and Alex, who dragged you with her, but you stayed away from her a short time later. "Alex, stop. We have to fight!"

"We do not stand a chance, we do not have superpowers!"

"But we have each other," you stated and your fist collided with Nonn's chest who was after you and was now on the ground for a fair fight. Your punched him blast after blast, trying to remain standing, but one powerful punch of wind sent you tumbling to the ground, leaving you with no air in your lungs.

-If you do not stand up now, you will never show your chance to fight alongside your sisters- you thought to yourself and stood up while the redhead kept up her punches and blasts of her gun towards the Kryptonian. "Alex, hold him!" The redhead looked back briefly before turning around and holding him firmly in her grip. You took out a special arrow, the tip bright green, and let it hurtle towards the enemy's chest, not moving any facial muscles as he collapsed.

Alex had not made any move to evade, as she had more trust in you than you thought and had not even flinched at the approaching attack. She stared at you for a few seconds before finding her voice. "Good shot, sister. Remind me to never piss you off."

You laughed briefly before putting your bow back around your body and using Alex to launch another attack on other Kryptonians to give Kara space to deal with Astra. Anyone with common sense would have been scared of their physical superiority and their superpowers, but not you. You were cut from Danvers wood.

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Exhausted, you fell through the door of the apartment, immediately threw your bow with the remaining arrows on the floor and lay down on the couch. After a strenuous day in which you sustained a few small injuries, you just wanted to spend time on the couch and not move a muscle.

"Y/n, get off the couch. You are covered in dust and dirt," ordered the blonde in a slightly annoyed tone and you lifted your head over the back of the sofa, your gaze meeting the blue icy eyes that glared at you before wrinkling your nose in response. "Meeh, without food there is no energy and without energy there is no movement of my body." you let yourself fall back into the pillow, earning a loud giggle from the eldest Danvers.

From your position you tried to grab the remote control, which was too far away for your standards. Fingertips danced on the edge of the table, scratching at the plastic of the remote control.  Just as you almost pushed it towards you, the redhead grabbed them and swooped your legs off the couch. "Make room,"

Alex turned on the television, which immediately switched to one of the news channels. You looked at it in amazement as a helicopter shot showed you fighting shoulder to shoulder alongside your sisters. And you did not look so bad. "Well sis, I have to say that you really showed courage and ambition today," remarked the woman next to you and you smiled overjoyed at the compliment given. "Still, I have to ask.. What do you actually think of putting yourself in such a situation even though I expressly forbade you to come with us?"

She sipped the beer she had previously grabbed from the fridge and did not tear her eyes away from you. You could see sheer anger in her expression, but you could also see relief and pride flashing in her eyes.

Alex rested her arms with her elbows on her thighs, waiting for you to answer. Your mouth opened and closed, but not a word escaped your lips. Just as you were about to utter a simple apology, her mouth turned into a big grin and she lovingly pulled you into her arms. "Even though I do not approve of you not following my rules, I am super proud of you."

She ran her fist over your head several times in hasty motions, ruffling your hair as you nimbly tried to escape her grasp; laughing. "And I first, little one. You really helped us," the blonde also chimed in and brought the food to the table. She lifted your upper body up to get you into a sitting position and squeezed into the free space that was created.

"Does that mean I can always fight at your side from now on?" you asked and your face enjoyed new happiness. Your eyes were wide, pupils dilated and shining in the bright light of the living room. Your lip formed into a big smile. You promptly sat up, looking between your two sisters and waiting impatiently for an answer.

Alex and Kara looked at each other intently above you before smiles appeared on their faces too. They both began to shake their heads before uttering a "no" at the same time. Rolling your eyes, you took a slice of the pizza out of the box and flopped back onto the backrest in annoyance before taking a bite. "But that does not mean you will never be allowed to do it again."

"What?" your ears were alert and your chewing sped up in curiosity. The blonde paused for a brief moment and turned completely to you so that she could talk to you better. Alex had also now completely focused on you. "J'onn and Alex have agreed to train you in the DEO. As soon as they consider you approved, you can come along on a mission every now and then."

"Really? So you are really sure about this and you do not want to tease me now, right?"

Shaking both heads again caused the happiness hormones to pour out of you. With your arms stretched out behind them and placed on their shoulders, you pulled both of them close to you with full force. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you were happy. Their heads leaned against yours, both grinning from ear to ear.

"Now eat and relax, you are going to need the energy. I am going to give you hell during training."

[kevainthemultiverse]

Dog Walker - Kate Bishop

Warnings: Cuteness overload, very short, did it while very sleepy and didn't develop it to its fullest, english isn't my first language.

Summary: You are a dog walker with little interest in anyone with fewer than four feet. Your new client, the beautiful owner of a goofy, Golden Retriever, changes all of that when you begin to bond over your loveable new charge. (The prompt is from servicescape.com, I adapted it.)

Word count: 795.

There were several jobs Y/n could be doing, admittedly, but truthfully, she would be miserable and last less than a year in any job she had to deal with a human. 

Spend most of her day walking cute puppies? It was delightful. Not only was the exercise of the day, she got paid for walking dogs and playing with them. Sometimes she had to pick up some poop, an obvious downside that always scrunched up her nose and let out the most disgusted sounds; various times the dogs had pissed on her legs, intentionally or not. However, by the end of the day, her bank account was substantial (with unexpected but very welcome tips); Y/n was happier and had exercised enough to be considered healthy. A win-win situation, she thought.

It's not like Y/n hated humans so severely she didn't talk to them, friends and family do exist. The difference is that she would rather be with the angels with no wings that don't make judgemental questions about why a twenty-four-year-old wants to work walking dogs.

She had gotten a job walking Lucky, a cute golden retriever that lacked one of his eyes, for an hour. The owner, Kate Bishop, said she would wait downstairs so Y/n didn't have to go up a flight of stairs just for the cuddly little fellow. And as the dog walker neared the building, her breath got stuck in her throat for a few seconds. 

Surprise, surprise Kate Bishop is a cute raven-haired woman in her early twenties. Black hair in a tight ponytail, a grey plaid overcoat topped a purple sweater alongside black boots and jeans. Y/n hated how good she looked in purple, it was her favorite color and she would remember Kate for a few weeks after this.

"Hi, I'm here for this cute little guy." Y/n used every ounce of strength in her to move forward and talk to the pretty girl, pointing to the Golden that was now curiously looking at her.

Kate's eyebrows shot up at the sound of a feminine voice next to her and she turned her head to meet the other person, taking a while to process Y/n's gorgeous facial structure before clearing her throat and smiling. "You must be Y/n!"

"Yup, that's me." Y/n nodded, smiling right back and directing her eyes onto the other woman's, making her realize the deep blue color. "You must be Kate Bishop."

"The one and probably not the only one." She then raised Lucky's leash to Y/n. "I'm so relieved someone with that many recommendations got to walk with him; I feel sorry for living in an apartment and leaving him cooped up all day."

"I'm sure you do the best you can, and for what's worth, he seems close to you," Y/n said as she observed Lucky kept sitting right next to his owner. "He didn't jump on me yet." 

It wasn't rare for some dogs to stay put, yet it was Y/n's first time seeing a Golden Retriever not immediately jumping on her.

"Just wait." Kate's voice sounded amused, almost like a promise that we would, anytime. "Sorry to cut our conversation short, I can't be late. But I'll see you in an hour?"

"Yes, of course. See you later." Y/n nodded before looking at Lucky. "Let's go, handsome."

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Lucky was a cute dog and not very difficult to take care of. He didn't go pissing or pooping everywhere, obeyed orders, and even played a few games with Y/n in the park. By the time they returned, Kate was already outside with her eyes shining as she looked at the dog.

"Pizza dog! How was your walk with the pretty lady?"

Needless to say, Y/n's cheeks burned with the praise, even if it came out without her actually meaning that.

"We played so much in the park. Oh, by the way, he already did his needs there, so you'll be good for a while." The dog walker spoke, looking at Kate. "And this sneaky guy totally kissed me on the lips."

Kate gasped before looking at him. "Lucky, you traitor!"

"Completely my fault, I'm irresistible." It was supposed to be a joke, but with the way Kate looked up from him and smirked, there was no chance the burning on Y/n's face wasn't appearing.

"I can see the appeal." She mumbled, voice a little low and raspy before she turned into a complete mess while saying the following words. "Hm, I've been meaning to ask, can I... get your number?"

Y/n felt absolutely giddy.

"Yes, yes you can."

So it was not like Y/n hated humans, but four-legged little guys were better, after all, if it wasn't for Lucky, the Pizza Dog, she would have never met her favorite human. 

[lizzieislife94x]

Woman In Red. (e.o)

LizziexFem Reader

I'm reposting every one shot and fixing what mistakes i find along the way haha, i know they're not new but i hope yall enjoy them just as much!! 

I'm to busy looking at my phone rushing through the busy streets of New York running extremely late to my job at the local bank next thing I know I crash into something and drop my phone ''fuck'' I groan as I drop my phone kinda pissed seriously what else can go wrong today I think to myself, I'm pulled out of my thoughts my the sound of a woman's voice I look up to the direction the voice is coming from and instantly feel my face flush red almost as red as her well flitted pant suit "I'm so so so sorry I didn't see you are you ok?'' she stutters trying to study me making sure I'm not hurt ''im yeah I'm fine honestly are you ok?'' I question ''it was completely my fault I should have been looking where I was going not my phone its just I'm running extremely wait for work so I'm truly sorry'' she giggles fuck her laugh is adorable, no y/n stop if you don't hurry you're gonna get fired I curse at myself ''no it was my fault your all Good can I get you a coffee or something as an apology ?'' she questions I give her a saddened smile ''as much as I would love to I can't unfortunately if I don't get to work ill have no job tomorrow" she almost looks disappointed and I apologies as I go leave I get maybe 5 steps away from her as I hear her call ''wait whats your name? Maybe I can get you that coffee after work?'' I smile and blush a little as I step towards her ''y/n l/n whats yours?'' she smiles ''lizzie Olsen its nice to meet you y/n so a coffee later?' Her smiles is so beautiful I reach into my bag and grab a business card with my work an phone number on it and hand it over to her ''yeah absolutely I really have to go but this has my phone number if you want text me a time and place and ill be there'' I gave her one last smile and walk away unable to get the smile off my face.

Ugh today is going so slowly and I can't get the woman in red off my mind she was a breath of fresh air why have I been thinking about her all day I let out a sigh and lean against my office table resting my face on my hands being rudely disturbed by my assistant calling through the speaker ''miss L/N your 1 o'clock is here to get their account set up should I send them in?'' I walk over refilling my coffee cup putting on a fake smile as I hold the buzzer to reply ''yes thank you Ashley'' I say in a not so enthusiastic tone I look down at the paper work in front of me as Ashley leads them into my office ''your one o'clock miss l/n'' I put on a smile and look up instantly frozen its her fuck the woman from this morning lizzie the woman in red fuck act professional y/n I stand up and offer my hand for a hand shake and Ashley leaves the room."its you'' is all I hear and I clear my throat I laugh nervously ''lizzie right? What are the chances what can I do for you'' I smile and offer her a seat as we both sit ''yeah small world'' she giggles and continues ''im actually here to open a new bank account I got divorced last year and its always been joint accounts and I thought it was time to open my own account'' I smile and smirk to myself She's divorced Good to know ''im sorry to hear that lizzie but you came to the right place ill be more than happy to help you get your account set up'' I get to work setting everything up.

Its been 3 hours she's still here we finished all the bank account stuff almost 2 hours ago but we've been sitting chatting and laughing unknowingly getting to know each other slowly, fuck her smile and laugh are perfect everything about her is perfect I shouldn't be thinking like this stop it y/n ''i still can't belive I crashed into you'' she laughs and I laugh with her ''hey it was 50/50 I wasn't looking where I was going'' her laugh calms a little as she looks at me ''honestly tho I'm glad we crashed into each other'' is she blushing holy shit, I play with my fingers nervously ''me too I enjoy chatting with you'' she leans over and gently rubs her thumb over my hand she must sense my nervous energy ''so are you still up for that coffee offer''she looks excited as she asks ''actully if I drink anymore coffee today I don't think ill sleep tonight'' she looks disappointed and I smile wide ''buuuuut we could go get ice cream or milkshakes'' I offer and her smile returns she looks like a child on Christmas morning ''that sounds perfect y/n so what time do you get off work" she questions I grab my phone to check the time ''umm now actually its just past 4pm I only had a half day today'' she nods and leans back in her chair fuck she looks sexy ''great we can leave together and go get some milkshakes'' I agree and gather my things as we leave the building together

"Holy shit this milkshake is amazing wow'' I say a little to loud, she has a smile on her face ''yeah this place is amazing I love coming here to unwind its always so peaceful to me'' I smile and look at her with a mischief smirk ''i think I'm going to have to steal it from you lizzie because these milkshakes are amazing'' I confessed with a smirk ''i dont mind but I'd rather you come back with me ''she looks down playing with her shake ''id love that if your being serious ''she looks up with a huge grin ''im completely serious but I was thinking the next time we hang out if you maybe want to make it a date?..'' she looks at me with hope in her eyes and I blush ''id love to go on a date with you'' we spend the next 2 hours laughing and chatting and gosh  she's fucking perfect and she asked me on a date I still can't believe this beautiful woman asked me on adate, After another hour we leave and part ways sharing numbers before we leave, I head home with the biggest smile on my face people probably think I'm a weirdo but I honestly couldn't care less.

as I get home and settled for the night my phone buzzes grabbing my attention, i take a quick look and bite lip to stop the smile as i see her name on my screen or the name i gave her at least, i chuckle to myself before giving all my attention to the text

 woman in red: Hey just making sure you got home safe, i had such a great day today thank you

 Me:I did indeed get home safe thank you, and no thank you for the great day I'm so glad we met there's something special about you..

 I turn my phone why did i say that I'm so stupid she's gonna think I'm crazy she won't reply fuck, my phone buzzes and I hide my face to scared to look at it fuck just look at it i say to myself mentally

 Woman in red: I felt it too..i couldn't stop thinking about you after this morning and I felt something special I thought it was just me I don't want to freak you out so if you think its to forward please forget I said it haha..

  Fuck, I can't help but smile at my phone like an idiot

Me: I don't think its to forward beautiful but hey ill text you later im so sleepy goodnight ❤❤

  Woman in red: Goodnight beautiful sleep tight 

Its been 6 weeks since I met lizzie we've been out on  9 dates and hungout loads since, she's fucking amazing and the more time I spend with her the more I feel myself falling in love with this amazing woman, I really  want to make our 10th date something she will never forget..

AN:this chapter was just the meeting etc I wil post a part 2 with loads of smut don't worry but if  you read these yall need to comment I need feedback I don't wanna keep writing if you guys find them garbage I don't know if its Good or bad anyway see you in the chapter, word count 1.5k (I'm just gonna keep the original ANs in haha)

[argyrocratie]

"We have good reason to worry about this: As Israelis count their dead, politicians in Israel and the US call for Palestinian blood in direct, genocidal language. “We are fighting human animals and we will act accordingly,” said Israeli Defense Minister Yoav Gallant yesterday. “Finish them, Netanyahu,” said former Ambassador to the United Nations and Republican presidential candidate Nikki Haley. “Neutraliz[e] the terrorists,” said Democratic senator John Fetterman. Jews share memes about the highest number of Jewish casualties since the Holocaust, not bothering to ask who, right now, is being ethnically cleansed, or how many massacres of this size Gaza has seen in the last dozen years. This language deploys the bombs that fall on Gazans from the sky, leveling whole neighborhoods, wiping out families without warning, huddled in their homes because they have nowhere to flee. “There are body parts scattered everywhere. There are still people missing,” one man north of Gaza City told CNN. “We’re still looking for our brothers, our children. It’s like we’re stuck living in a nightmare.”

We will likely soon see this genocidal impulse spread, as the Israeli government hands out automatic weapons to West Bank settlers, many of whom were already armed eliminationists. In this way, Jewish grief is routed back into the violence of a merciless system of Palestinian subjugation that reigns from the river to the sea. It is mobilized by US politicians who support Benjamin Netanyahu and his extremist government, which has intensified Palestinian death and displacement and disappeared any hope of a diplomatic solution. It is marshaled to drum up support for sending weapons to Israel, even as we know that, as Haggai Mattar wrote in +972 Magazine, “there is no military solution to Israel’s problem with Gaza, nor to the resistance that naturally emerges as a response to violent apartheid.”

(...)

On October 7th, my own feelings fluctuated wildly. My first feeling was fear. To listen closely to the genocidal language of this Israeli government over the past year has been to live in terror of the day they would find the excuse to pursue it. Writing in n+1, Jewish Currents contributing editor David Klion recounts the words of a campus activist in the wake of 9/11: “They’re already dead,” he’d said on the day Bush declared war on Iraqis, their fates sealed. I felt these words in my body, sobbing loudly in front of the screen. There were also bursts, very early on, of awe. I watched the image of the bulldozer destroying the Gaza fence again and again and cried tears of hope. I watched Palestinian teenagers seemingly out joyriding in a place half a mile away that they’d never been; a Gazan blogger suddenly reporting from Israel. But these images were quickly joined by others—the image of a woman’s body, mostly naked and bent unnaturally in the back of a truck; rooms full of families lying in piles, the walls spattered in blood. I wanted desperately to keep these images separate—to hold close the liberatory metaphor and banish the violent reality. By the time I began to accept that these were pictures of the same event, I was distraught, and contending with a rising alienation from those who did not seem to share my grief, especially as the scope of the massacre came into view.

(...)

Part of what has made the experience of this event feel so different from the status quo—and so different to Palestinians and Jews—comes from the fact that Palestinians were undeniably the actors, for once, not the acted upon. The protagonists of the story. I consider it an enormous failure of our movements that we have not been able to build a vehicle for that kind of reversal in any other way thus far. Our Jewish movements for Palestine were not powerful enough to stop other Jews from gunning down Palestinians in peaceful marches at the Gazan border fence, or to keep Palestinians from being fired, harassed, and sued for speaking the truth about their experience or—God forbid—advocating the nonviolent tactic of boycott.

And now, we do not have a shared struggle able to credibly respond to these massacres of Israelis and Palestinians. With all of the work that many Jews and Palestinians have done to reach toward each other over the years, I believe at heart it is this failure that is now driving us apart. There is no formidable political formation that I know of that can hold the political subjectivity of both Jews and Palestinians in this moment without simply attempting to assimilate one into the other. No place where Jews and Palestinians who agree on the basics of Palestinian liberation—right of return, equality, and reparations—are poised to turn the synthesis of these two subjectivities into a coherent strategy.

(...)

One of the most terrible things about this event is the sense of its inevitability. The violence of apartheid and colonialism begets more violence. Many people have struggled with the straightjacket of this inevitability, straining to articulate that its recognition does not mean its embrace. I am reminding myself that it was from Palestinians, many of them writing and speaking in these pages, that I learned to think of Palestine as a site of possibility—a place where the very idea of the nation-state, which has so harmed both peoples, could be remade or destroyed entirely."

...

-Arielle Angel, “We Cannot Cross Until We Carry Each Other” (October 12, 2023)

[swap-tech-enterprise]

From Maid of Honor to Best Man Part B, Customer Swap Stories #1

It’s been three days since my little mishap using STE, and the adjustment hasn’t been easy. My friend wasn’t exactly thrilled that her maid of honor had become her best man, but she eventually came around and was just happy that I could make the wedding. However, things have been awkward since the swap as we had a lot of activities planned for just the bridal party, which was now the bride, 4 other woman and me the black sheep of the group. It started with the pool day we had planned where the bride had bought us all matching bikinis to wear. However, that proved to be useless for me as the body I was currently inhabiting didn’t exactly required it, so I just went with one of the bathing suits that I found in my new bodies home.

Then she had planned a spa day where we were all going to get manicures and pedicures to be ready for the wedding in which she bought us all matching sweat suit sets. While my didn’t fit as expected, I still wanted to fit in with the rest of the group so I put it on anyway. It was actually pretty funny to see my new body wearing an outfit that wasn’t intended for it.

Finally the bride and groom had planned a giant beach day with everyone invited to the wedding so that we could spend some time together just relaxing before the craziness that the wedding tomorrow would bring. I felt awkward going to the beach with everyone as they were expecting to see Victoria, the maid of honor, not victor as we had decided to dub myself while in this body. However, it turns out that grooms sister also used STE to attending the wedding and was also swapped into a male body by her own choice. Turns out she had used STE before on a family vacation and was curious what it was like to be a man, and now anytime she uses STE she chooses to be swapped with a man because she likes how strong and confident it makes her feel. We spent pretty much the whole day together talking about our experiences so far on this vacation, and it was just nice to have someone to relate to on this vacation.

Now all that’s left is to get through the wedding tomorrow and then it’ll be just one more day of being stuck in this body before heading back to swap bank and getting back to my female body.

[something-tofightfor]

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #14: Frankie Morales - "I miss you" Kiss / Angry Kiss

I left you all hanging a week ago, and I felt bad (kind of) with this prompt request here: A Kiss in the Dark / A Break Up Kiss - so I'm coming here now to fix it.

Thank you to @felteppsters and @iceclaw101 .... I hope this is what you're looking for.

Word Count: 2,560

“Hello?”  You reached for the handle of your coffee mug, bringing the rim of it to your lips and hoping that it had cooled off enough for you not to burn your tongue. “This is Grayson’s, how can I -” 

“Fuck, it’s good to hear your voice.” Your hand froze with the mug halfway to your lips, both eyes widening in shock.

Seven months. 

It had been seven months since you’d heard Frankie’s voice. So that morning, it was the last one you’d ever expected to hear on the other end of the office phone. “Fr… Frankie?” Hand shaking, you lowered the mug down to the desktop and swallowed hard. “How did -”

“It’s done.” He paused and you closed your eyes, stomach dropping in relief at the words - and the way he said them. “Did you hear me? It’s done, and it’s safe now, and -”

“I’m glad.” You shivered - despite the air conditioning in the office, and nodded. “Is everyone … Pope? And Benny and Will? Are they …”

“We’re all good.” He sighed and so you did, covering your face with your hand. “Took longer than any of us thought it would, but … we did what we needed to do.” 

There were other questions you wanted to ask, things you wanted to know, but when you opened your mouth, nothing came out. 

You could feel your heart slamming against the inside of your ribcage, emotions going into overdrive. But you were speechless, trying to process that after months of assuming the worst, you were getting confirmation that your fears were all unfounded. 

“Should I come back?” You croaked the words out, painfully aware of how unsure they sounded. “Or is this it? Are you calling to tell me you don’t -”

“No.” Frankie cleared his throat. “Shit. That isn’t …”  He paused, sighing, and then he spoke again, the man’s voice deepening to a pitch that you were very familiar with. The sound of it made your stomach bottom out, a whimper barely caught behind your teeth. “Of course I want you back here with me, but I’m coming to get you myself.” 

— 

You and Yovanna had fled to a new city, cash paid upfront for a year’s worth of rent. You used false names and documentation set up by Frankie and Pope for everything, both of you getting menial jobs to keep yourselves busy and keep up appearances, even though it wasn’t necessary. 

Pope and Frankie had ensured you wouldn’t be without anything except for them, stashing thousands of dollars in your go-bags along with access to a substantial bank account when and if the cash ran out. You’d lived comfortably, though you were miles from home and separated from the men you loved - the other woman doing it for the second time and guiding you carefully through your first. 

Without her, you would have spiraled. 

But the woman’s presence was helpful, and proof that it was possible to come out on the other side of a shitty situation without losing everything. You’d gotten much closer to her in those months than you thought you would, and you’d wondered many times if that friendship would be as strong when - and if - you were separated. And now we get to find out. .

A text message sent moments after hanging up with Frankie confirmed that she’d gotten a similar phone call from Pope. 

By the time you ran in the front door after work that day, she was frantically packing her things, her dark hair wild. “They will be here.” She stopped long enough to face you, one hand on her hip. “And we get to leave. We get to go home to our friends, and -”

“If they want to see us.” You scoffed. “My family’s been a little pissy that I just up and left and have been so low contact. Showing up back at home - and back with Frankie is going to …” 

“It doesn’t matter.” She reached out, squeezing your arm. “It will take time, but they will understand. When they see how happy you are, they will…” She frowned. “You know the truth. ‘Fish and Santiago know. The others know. That’s what matters.” 

You wanted to believe her - wanted to believe that things could and would just go back to normal. You also knew that the explanation for your absence  had been thin - needing time to yourself after a breakup, Frankie disappearing for weeks at a time to go on a long term assignment… But it wasn’t like I dropped off the face of the earth. I just didn’t go home. “I hope you’re right.” 

She gave you a smile and then spun back to what she was doing. “I wonder if we can get our rent money back since we are leaving early.” Despite the unease you felt, you managed a laugh at that, turning and heading for your bedroom. I might as well start packing, too. 

— 

Two days later, you were at work again, rifling through files when one of the interns dropped off a note at your desk. It was a tiny envelope with nothing but your name on the front, printed in neat block letters. After you thanked him, you waited until he was gone to slide your finger under the flap, fingers closing around the edge of the card inside. 

There was only one thing on it - an address - but it was scrawled in a handwriting that was very familiar to you. He’s here. Fighting the urge to bring the card to your lips, you typed the numbers into your computer, eyes lighting up when it turned out to be a hotel that was only blocks away. He’s close. That can’t be coincidence.

Carefully placing the card back into the envelope and then slipping the whole thing into your purse, you shut down your computer and then headed for your boss’ office, feigning sickness and taking the rest of the day off. 

But you didn’t go home. 

Instead, you beelined it for the hotel and the registration desk, giving the concierge your real last name. She slid a room key across the polished countertop, telling you to have a good afternoon… and then you headed for the elevator. 

As it climbed, you finally looked at yourself in the mirrored walls, lips pressed into a frown. You were excited to see Frankie, but at the same time, you were nervous. I look different. My hair’s not the same, I’m dressed for work, I haven’t been sleeping well, and… 

Your worries were cut short with the quiet ding that signaled your arrival to the floor your room was on. Then, on autopilot, you stepped toward the correct doorway. You didn’t give yourself a moment to pause before you swiped your key in the lock, the mechanism whirring and allowing you to push the door open. 

The room was cool and lit by natural light - the curtains open to give you a view of the mountains in the distance. But you saw none of it, because you were entirely focused on the shape of the man standing in front of the window, his back toward you. 

He was wearing an outfit you loved - well worn jeans and a dark green Henley, the material stretched tight over his shoulders. At the sound of the door shutting, he flinched, though he didn’t turn toward you. “Frankie?” There was a tremor in your voice, and you matched it with a hesitant step forward, fingers curling by your side. “Are you really here?” 

“I am.” He shifted, his head cocked to one side, and for the first time, you realized that he wasn’t wearing a hat. And his hair’s longer, too. It’s curly, and … “Are you?” He turned, then, the light giving you a glimpse of his profile before he was facing you. His nose, it… “I found you.” 

Seeing his face was all it took. “I knew you would.”

You dropped your bag to the floor and crossed the small room as quickly as you could, your arms rising to wind around his body. He stayed where he was, but his hug was fierce, the man crushing you to his chest and tilting his face so that he could bury it against the side of your neck. 

Both of you were crying, your tears soaking the soft material of his shirt, his hot against your bare skin. For a while, neither of you spoke. He’s here. He’s really here and that means that it’s safe. I can go home. We can go home. His hands moved slowly over your back, the pressure of his fingers reminding you just how long it had been since anyone had touched you. Being in his arms felt right - the same as it always had, and that was another weight off of your shoulders. Say something. 

“I like your hair like this.” Tugging gently on the ends, you sighed, urging his head upright. “More for me to pull.” His lips twitched, the man’s eyes locked with you - and then he leaned in, his eyelids drooping slightly. 

The kiss was soft and you melted into it, your hand dropping from his hair to the back of his neck. Your other one rested on his bicep, fingers curling around the muscle. He held you close but let one hand settle on your lower back, bringing the other one up to tilt your chin back and your head to the right, changing the angle. 

“I missed you, mi estrella brillante. So much.” He growled the words, barely removing his lips from yours and then the kiss turned deeper, Frankie’s mouth hungry against yours as he urged your lips apart. Wait. Wait, Frankie. Groaning as his teeth grazed the curve of your lip, you pulled away and took a deep breath, the hand on his bicep sliding over to press against the center of his chest. “What? What’s wrong?” 

He frowned, the crease between his brows deep - and that was the first time you noticed that one of his eyes was a mottled purple-black, the fading bruise in stark contrast to the rest of his skin. Chewing on your lower lip, you reached up, laying your fingertips gently against the man’s black eye before moving them toward his nose and dragging your thumb over a new scar across the bridge. “Are you alright?” Swallowing, you wet your lips. “Your nose … it was broken? And there’s a scar, and your eye is …”

“I’ll be fine.” He scoffed, shaking his head and turning it so that he could press a kiss to your palm. “We all will be. Bumps. Bruises. Pope got shot, but -”

“Shot?!” You gasped out the word, mouth dropping open. “Francisco, you can’t just drop that casually into -”

“I would have said something sooner, but I was a little busy.” He gripped your hip, shaking his head back and forth. “Figured you already waited seven months for me, so I didn’t see any point in making you wait longer.” He sighed, blinking slowly. “If you really want me to tell you everything that happened, I will. But first, I’d really like to …” Frankie wet his lips. “I’d really like to kiss you again. More than once, actually.” 

That got a small smile out of you, and despite your annoyance, you nodded. “I want that too.” But. “Before you do that, though?” Bringing both hands up to cradle his face between them, you forced him to lock eyes with you, thumb stroking over the bare patch in his beard. “I can’t do this again. I can’t be without you for seven months and not know what’s going on.” He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lower lip. “I spent the last seven months going between being sad and angry, Frankie. And I won’t lie, I was angry a lot. Living off of the money you stole and waiting for either a phone call from you to tell us that everything was alright, or for one of them to show up for Yovanna and me.” 

His eyes flashed at that, his head rapidly moving from side to side. “I’d never let that happen. None of us would. We would have died bef-” He winced as you nodded. 

“Exactly. So not only would they have probably killed us, but I would have died knowing that you were gone, too, and …” You trailed off, feeling your anger growing again - the same way it had throughout the previous months. “Is this shit over, Frankie? For good? Because I’m not going home and doing this all over again if someone else comes looking for -”

“It’s done.” He straightened up, pushing your hands out of the way and holding your face the same way you’d just done with his. “There is no one else coming. We made sure of it. Pope’s still got contacts that he trusts down in Colombia, and they said that these men were the last ones loyal to Lorea.” 

“But Yova said it wasn’t just his money.” Closing your eyes, you shivered. “So what if -” 

“It wasn’t.” He cleared his throat and then Frankie said your name, waiting until your eyes were back on him to speak again. “But when I say loyal to Lorea, I mean it. They refused to give anything to the other narcos because they wanted to be the ones to find us and the money and clear their guy’s name while they got rich.” He actually laughed at that, rolling his eyes. “It didn’t work, and who we are and what we did died with them. Lo juro.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “I would have rather never seen you again than risk coming here and taking you back somewhere that wasn’t safe.” 

It was a big admission - and even though you knew that he meant it, the anger you felt still simmered just beneath the surface. And it probably will, at least for a while. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not happy to see him. You kissed him then, nothing gentle about the way your lips met his, and even less so as you closed your teeth around his lower one, tugging backward and  then releasing it before you slotted your mouth back over his. Frankie’s hiss of pain was accompanied with a long exhale, though he didn’t try to move away. 

Instead, Frankie’s hands traveled slowly up and down your sides, the motion continuing even when you ended the kiss, taking a step back and letting out a long exhale.

“I’m still mad about this.” He nodded, the smile on his lips threatening to emerge, though he tried to disguise it. “And I’m pissed about that fight we had the last night we were together. I know it wasn’t real, but -”

“Take it out on me.” He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I was counting on you being pissed. I’ve been waiting for it.” His chest rose and fell when he took a deep breath, your attention dropping from his face to the visible V of skin. “I deserve it.” 

“You do.” Your heartbeat quickened, lips slightly parted when you met his gaze again. There was heat in it - his expression one you knew well - and despite the anger, you were drawn to him, closing the distance between you again. “But there’s plenty of time to be pissed later, right?” 

Frankie’s nod was slow, the man never looking away even as he used both hands on your hips to guide you toward the bed. “The rest of our lives, I hope.” 

—

Lo juro = I swear it

[thebroccolination]

Working in an indie bookshop has been a dream. Granted, it's only my first month, but man. :')

By nature of the shop, every shift is different. Tourists, regulars. Some are chatty, some are quiet. New books are always arriving. Events, book club. Seeing what people want to order, getting requests for recommendations.

The customers have all been absolutely lovely and deeply patient with me whenever I have an "I'm new, sorry, one second," moment.

And like, today, a girl came in for a book she had on reserve. I started to ring her up and she said, "Oh, sorry, I paid already," and I had a frozen moment because I realized I had no idea how to check on that in the software. So I made a judgment call based on Vibes and said, "You're good, then!" and handed her the book. She said, "Are you sure?" and showed me her bank app opening on her phone, but I smiled and waved her off. After she left, I rang up another customer, waved goodbye, glanced at the other customers browsing, and then she reappeared and told me, "I'm sorry, it'll stay with me all day if I don't–" and she showed me the transaction on her banking app. We both smiled, and as she headed off again (making sure to close the old door correctly behind her), I watched her go and thought, That's a lovely human being, and I hope she loves her book. (Percy Jackson.)

A pregnant woman came in looking for gifts for the children of a friend she was on her way to see, and she was so bubbly and excited about her own baby, she left me smiling for a good ten minutes after she left.

A man bought four books and his card didn't go through, but I was so busy chatting and laughing I almost missed it. I had to re-scan his books and redo the whole transaction, and he was so understanding and patient, we exchanged two more stories after his receipt came through, and both of us were laughing by the end.

A family of four came in, and one of the girls asked for a horror comic. I couldn't find one, so her father helped her pick something else. After they left, I ordered two middle-grade horror comic books so they'll be there for her next time.

Like, I actually rest on my days off now because I'm not dreading going back. I can't overstate how wild that feels. I have the next two days off, but I'm genuinely looking forward to being back there! When I worked Monday-Friday in an office, I did not have that experience. I got into the bedtime procrastination thing of staying up until 2am on my phone because after the commute to the office, work, and the commute home, I had so little time to myself. I was drained and anxious.

I don't take anything home now. No stress, no reports, no projects. I come home, I get head-bunts from my fuzzy roommates, and I unwind.

Small Talk About Books and Sometimes Also People's Small Dogs: The Job really has been a dream. Today I talked to thirty-six people about books, and in between customers, I read "Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop" by Hwang Bo-reum while snacking on rice krispie squares I made and listening to a soft piano Ghibli playlist I put on.

The only downside is the pay, but c'est la retail work.

In conclusion, indie bookshops are very yay, and I'm incredibly grateful to have a job in one. <3

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 2: Ma Petite Poulette

Part 1

Warnings: violence, implied death, swearing.

      The local library wasn't the ideal place to read a top secret file like this but it was the best I could do on short notice. At least it would be quiet.

       The papers inside were both typed and some were hand written. I could recognize my mom's curvy and heavy handed handwriting anywhere. The notes had to be written by her. I found my mom's resignation letter to vaught. She sighted wanting to start a family as the reason for the departure. There was also a copy of a legal document that was asking for my mother to return any stolen property she had taken with her. I read further and from what I can guess Vaught thought she stole some kind of serum. The document never specified the name.  

      There was also documentation of her and Homelander's relationship. The fact Vaught kept track of something like that really cemented to me how creepy Vaught is. They even noted how erratic Homelander became when she ended the relationship. 

     My chest tightened up as I read lower. It mentioned the incident at my family's compound. In this file they claim Homelander had gotten some intel that my father and his cult was planning a mass suicide. When Homelander came to stop them my father detonated the bombs killing everyone there instantly. 

      My hand balled into a fist as I looked up from the papers. Bank holidays and annual parades all spawned because of Vaught's lies. Children wear masks of my fathers face and throw candy bombs at each other. The last name Bishop became so unpopular that residents of New York City changed their names to avoid association. Even I had to take on an alias just to live my life in peace. All because a woman broke up with a man. I needed to calm down, I could see right through the librarian who was starting to notice the glowing blue light coming from my eyes. 

      I closed the file and looked at the number written on the front. Billy Butcher's Mary band of idiots, could they really kill Homelander? Could they do it without getting killed themselves? 

      I knew I would regret it but I had to be there when Homelander died. Even if I can just make him bleed. That will be enough, enough to show him his actions have consequences. No one is above revenge and at some point everyone's ticket will be punched, even his.

     Before I could think about how big of a mistake this was I called (uncle) Billy. He gave me an address to go to and hung up. I wasn't surprised when the address in question was another ran down building. I was surprised when he let me in and I saw a small woman curled up on the sofa and a large black man sitting at a table. Maybe he knew what he was doing. It had been less then a week and he had already conned two more suckered into helping him. 

     "You got more help?"

     "Oh yeah this is Mother's Milk and um oi Frenchie what are we calling her?" He said pointing to the wild looking girl. 

      "We are still working on that part. Hello ma petite poulette. Good to see you came around." Frenchie said with a wave. I'd have to Google what the hell he just called me. Hughie looked less sick this time which I guess was a good sign. 

      "Right, well I changed my mind. I want to help." I say walking in. The girl moved from the sofa and closer to frenchie. She looked at me like she was sizing me up. It made me uneasy but they seemed to trust her. 

      I got the rundown on the plan and all that had happened, it was half baked at best but it was better than nothing.

     "Wait, she crushed the guy's head? With her what?" I guess there are worse ways to go.

      "It was bad." M.M adds as he helps Frenchie put together some guns. 

      This group looked disorganized from the outside looking In but the more time I spent with them the more I realized they had some kind of system. A rhythm of some kind they all understood. It is taking me a few days to fall into it. I wasn't sure where I fit in yet. I know Billy is the ringleader. He sets it all up. Frenchie and M.M make it happen for him. Frenchie normally supplied the tools of the trade, M.M had the skills and cool head. The Female was easy enough to figure out. She is a Beast, a force of nature, in the best possible way. It was sickeningly beautiful how quickly she could tear through a guy. 

         Hughie was the last I figured out but he's the moral compass and he is pretty good for morale to because picking on him is fun. But he's the heart of this outfit without a doubt. 

         Today Billy had something for me to do. He needed a key card from this security guard at a desk of a medical research center or something. It needed to be clean. Frenchie and I were sent in. It was meant to be Hughie and I but he had a bad cheese dog and couldn't leave the bathroom so we improvised.

        It was 11 pm and pouring rain when I walked up to the glass door. I had to get close enough to him to ensure he would survive the encounter. I had been practicing with rats at the hideout and felt confident I could do this on a human. I just needed to close the distance before he got suspicious. I tapped on the glass and held my hands out in a prying motion. 

        "Please I need help!" I yell past the glass. I needed him to unlock the door. I knew I looked very unintimidating. At least to most men. A 5'5 blonde girl didn't scream danger to most people. He got up and sighed as he walked over to the door. 

        "I'm sorry ma'am the lab is closed." He shouted back through the glass.

        "No wait I'm sorry, I'm super lost downtown and my phone died. Can I use a phone? I need to call my mom." The whole time I was looking inside him. Scanning making sure I could do this clean. He hesitated for a moment before finally opening the door to me. 

       "Just be quick please." He said as he showed me to the phone at the front desk. He stood next to me and waited for me to make my call. So I did, I called Frenchie's burner to let him know I was in and that he should head this way. The phone rang and just as planned he didn't answer. I looked up at the man and began my real part of the plan. I start by lowering his blood pressure. He begins to sweat. It was a delicate balancing act between being quick enough he doesn't get suspicious and being careful enough not to kill him. He grabs the corner of the desk and I take the change to put the phone down and help him into his seat. 

       "Are you alright?" I ask as I continue my attack. He tries to grab the phone, likely thinking he was having some kind of stroke. I make his eyes close and apply the lightest amount of pressure to his carotid arteries trying to slow oxygen getting to the brain. Soon his own brain does the rest as he slips into sleep. I run and open the door for Frenchie who comes sprinting in. 

       "What did you do to him?" 

       "He's just sleeping. Go do what you have to. I have to stay down here to make sure he doesn't wake up." He nods and grabs the guards key card and takes an elevator up. The cameras had already been taken care of so my only worry was keeping this guy out cold. I let up on his carotid arteries, scared the limited amount of oxygen to the brain would leave him with lasting effects. He stirred slightly but still seemed to be asleep in his chair. Soon Frenchie came running down with some files and a flash drive.

       "Help me grab him." He said as he tried to lift the security guard from his chair. 

      "What why?"

      "I might have made a small mistake and caught the lab on fire. Just grab his legs for me, ma petite poulette." Frenchie pleaded as he tried to drag the larger man. I hurried and grabbed his ankles and laid him on the sidewalk as the van pulled up. The cold rain and movement was enough to make him come too. He started to open his eyes as the van doors closed with Frenchie and I safely inside. It was a rush, we were greeted with a very happy M.M who pulled me into the tightest hug I had even received.

       "You did it kid! That was great!" He said letting me go. Even Billy was smiling and for once it wasn't for something bad. 

          I was walking back to the shelter that night when some asshole came up from behind me and grabbed my backpack. It ripped and all my stuff fell on the wet ground. Books, wallet, snacks and my ancient Homelander plush. The mugger tried to grab my wallet but before he could a red gloved hand grabbed him by his head and flung him into the air. I screamed in surprise and fell on my butt. Every hair on my body stood on end as I looked up and saw Homelander himself in front of me. I had thought for so long what I would do when presented with this opportunity. Here he was right in front of me and I was so scared I couldn't even move. 

      "Oh we got an old fan." He says as he bends down and picks up the old Homelander toy. "One of the first series. Very rare, if you want I'll sign it for you sweetheart." He says with a grin that makes me sick to my stomach. 

      "N-no thank y-you." I say as I pick up my torn bag and start to put stuff back into it. He just stood there looking at the toy.

      "Where did you get this, I don't think it ever went to stores. Marketing thought the smile was too wide on it and that it would creep out kids." He said with a laugh. 

       "I don't remember." I say quickly I couldn't exactly say my mom you dated gave it to me. I stand up and hold my bag opened for him to drop it in. He stared at me for a second as his grin left his face. 

     "You know you look so familiar. Did you go to the fan signing in Central Park?" He asked as he put the plush back in my bag. I never looked him in the eyes. I couldn't every time I saw his photo on billboards all I could see was his glowing red eyes. I looked down at the ground.

      "Um yeah yeah I was. It was great meeting you. I have to go through." I say quickly as I run across to the other side of the road. I didn't look back as I speed walked away. 

       "Wait one minute." He said in a commanding voice. I froze solid right in my spot. He walked in front of me and held up my wallet. I must have missed it on the ground.

      "Oh thank you so much. It was great meeting you but I have classes tomorrow. " I say as I take it back from him I lie for my life.

     "Yes of course school is very important, you have a safe night." He says before he jumps into the air. I had never ran so fast in my life.

      In bed that night I was beating myself up. He was right there why couldn't I just do it. It would have been perfect. No one around, just him and I. I could have ended it then and there. I hated myself for being too pathetic to do what I knew was right. Finally I let myself fall asleep. All night I was haunted by his red eyes and the sounds of rubble falling.

      The next day I got a new bag and had my lunch under a tree in the park when I heard a familiar voice behind me. 

      "How's the sandwich?" I jumped and looked around as Homelander floated down onto view. A bit of sandwich wedged itself in my throat. I started to cough and hack before finally it flew out. Homelander made a disgusted face but then smiled down at me. A crowd park might have been safer for me but it made me more nervous. Seeing him in person in broad daylight is somehow more terrifying than you could ever imagine.

I think I have it all figured out I'm going to be posting every other day and on the off days I'll be posting a Batfam fanfic on another Tumblr if that interests you at all here's that link feel free to stop by.

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 9

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of a dead body

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed against his chest, clinging to the bloodied up uniform, “Ari, I’m so sor-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ari sighed, kissing Viv’s temple as he smoothed her hair down in an attempt to comfort her, “it’s okay baby.  None of this was our fault.  You hear me?  None of this is your fault.  You didn’t know this was going to go down.”

“I’m the monster,” she sobbed as she shook her head, “I-I was sleeping with Lee because he was treating the inmates better…wh-when I did, he would be more lax with everyone.  I-I didn’t walk away when I started seeing Jake and Ransom…and then when he-“

“You’re not the monster, baby,” Ari sighed again, holding onto Viv, “you were doing what you did because he was an asshole to us.  He’s the real monster.  He had you by the leash and was dragging you around with him.  None of this is your fault, baby!”

“But I-“

“You’re an amazing, loving woman, Viv…and you found people you care about who just happen to be in a prison,” Ari reminded her gently as he held her face in his hands, “there’s nothing wrong with that.  There’s nothing wrong with that, or you.  We’re just in a fucked up situation, baby.”

“I’m your CO, Ari…there is-“

“So, is it wrong to love someone like Ransom?” he asked, pushing her limits, “you always tell me and him that you believed in his innocence from the first day you saw him.  He was traveling down a dark road and you kept him away from becoming a monster in here.  You saw past the cocky asshole that he pretends to be, Viv.  You saw the real him.  The loving, passionate brat that he is.  Monsters don’t do that!  They don’t see the good in others.  They only bring others down, baby.  That’s not you.  You make us better!”

“SIT DOWN, INMATE!”

Ransom’s head snapped in the direction of another one of the CO’s, “eat shit, Magda!”

“What did you say to me, inmate Drysdale?”

“You heard me!” he growled, storming off towards his cell.  He knew that the guard must have been following him, but he didn’t dare turn around.  Part of himself had expected to be struck from behind by the guard, but the blow never came.  When he reached his cell, he was surprised to see Jake on his tablet, “why the hell aren’t you out in the dayroom, Jensen?”

“I-I-“

“Fuck off!” he growled, rolling into his bunk and glaring at the bunk above it. 

A sharp tap on the wall brought both men’s attention towards the door.  Ransom smirked, seeing that it was the female CO, “Hey sweet cheeks…looking to get a taste of some of the finer cock in this joint?  We could kick Jensen here out, and I could show you what a real man is…hell, we could let Jensen stay and film it on his tablet.  Give him something for his spank bank.”

“RANSOM!” Jake gasped, eyes wide at his cell mate.

“Inmate Jensen…take a walk so I can talk to your bunkmate, before Magda comes in and crushes his windpipe with his baton.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

And like that, Jake was off his bunk and out of the cell.  Ransom’s jaw ticked as he shot her a look.  He didn’t appreciate the fact that she didn’t have a response towards him.  He wanted to be the focus of the room and here she was just brushing his comments off.

“Magda deserves that…he treats everyone in here like trash.”

“Because most of the guys out there are!” she said pointedly.  Ransom’s jaw twitched yet again, and he shot her a look, “you’re mad your mom didn’t show up for visitation today, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on whoever you feel like, inmate.”

Ransom scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Linda can eat shit!  I don’t care about the fact that she didn’t come around.  She’s doing what’s best for her and our ‘family name,’ leaving me to rot in a cell because she’s a heartless bitch.”

“You know, working as a CO you get a real taste of what some of these guys are like-“

“Good for you!” Ransom growled, “you saying you wanna taste me?”

“You’re not a killer, Drysdale…I can spot it a mile away…and you’re not it,” she said quickly in response, brushing off yet another forward comment, “you’re scared, Drysdale.  You’re not a killer, so stop hiding behind the crude remarks.

He gave her an angry look, “if you can spot it a mile away and seem so sure, why the hell am I charged with it then?”

“Because people are stupid…especially underpaid and overworked detectives who just want their closed cases numbers to stay high,” He was unable to stop the chuckle that left his lips.  Viv smiled in response, “I’m Viv…”

“Eat shit, Viv…”

“I’ll let that one slide, Drysdale,” she said with a smirk.  She took a few steps back until she was back at the door to his cell, “but I saw you peeping through there…from behind your little walls…I can see what’s behind all those guards you put up, Ransom.”

“Baby…” Ari tried, attempting to break her from her thoughts, “baby…can you hear me?  You’re not a monster.”

“She doesn’t fucking believe me…” Ransom sighed in disbelief as he watched his mother leave the visitor’s room, “I can’t believe it…she-she thinks I really did it.”

“Hugh…”

“Leave me alone, Viv…” he grumbled, not daring to look back to the corner of the room where she’d been standing the entire visit, “I-I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Maybe we should,” she offered gently.  Ransom jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder, “that was kind of tough…what just happened.  It wasn’t something that-”

“You don’t know what just happened, Viv!” he hissed, shaking her arm off of his shoulder, “she was right.  I’m garbage…I-I killed Harlan.”

“You loved your grandfather, Hugh…you and I both know that,” she tried, sitting down in front of him, “I can’t even begin to count the number of times you’ve told me stories about you and your grandfather.  I know that you didn’t kill him.”

“Jesus Viv…you don’t fucking know everything.”

“No…but I know that you’re not a killer, Hugh…you never will be…because despite you acting like a prick, you’re one of the most thoughtful men I know!” she said firmly, pulling his face towards her own. 

“Viv…”

“Hey…you’re not a killer,” she sighed gently, her lips ghosting over his, “don’t let her make you think that you are.”

“I just-I don’t know what to think anymore,” he admitted, “everything feels so…”

“Beyond your control?”

He nodded, his lips grazing hers once again, “I-I want to kiss you right now…can-can I kiss you Viv?”

“Is that what you need?” she asked.

He nodded, and she pressed their lips together.  Ransom gasped, and melted against her kiss, allowing himself to feel vulnerable with her.  He knew that he had been trying to push her away, but it was obvious that she saw right through it and pulled him even closer. 

“Wh-why are you so good to me?” he asked gently as she pulled away from him.  She rested her head against his and sighed.

“You’re a good man, Hugh…I won’t let you regress into something you’re not…”

“I-I love you!” he whispered.

“I love you too, Hugh.”

“That’s just the type of woman you are, Viv!” he pointed out, breaking her from her thoughts, “you’re always there.  Always showing us that it’s okay to be vulnerable.  You’re always seeing past what the others have said that we were.  Everyone thought that I was a monster because I’m quiet.  Everyone treated me like I was because of it.  But you saw me for the man that I am.  You did that, Viv.  Monsters don’t do that.”

“Ari…” she sniffled, the tears streaking down her cheeks as she looked at one of the men that she loved, “i-“

“Don’t discredit it…please…” he begged her, “don’t say that you’re not this amazing soul…because you are!”

“Ari…we-we need to find Hugh…” she said desperately, “I-I need to know that both of you are safe.”

Ari nodded, helping her up, “he’s fine baby…he-he’s hunkered down in the shower room.  Just like the plan said…we’re going to wait out the riot there…”

She nodded and got up, but as they reached the door, she turned to look at the warden’s form, “Ari…wh-what about Lee?”

“We don’t have to worry about him baby…we won’t ever have to worry about him coming after the three of us again.”

Chapter 10

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[eden031]

Here‘s to courage

Aemond Targaryen x reader/original female character

About 6k words long

Modern! AU

TW: sexual harassment (not by Aemond though), talks of infertility

With a loud sigh she let herself fall into her chair, the light of the computer felt like it was burning into her eyes. The pounding headache was still not gone, even after taking painkillers it did not get any better. Maybe she should not have drunk that much last night, knowing that she would have to drag herself to work the next day.

„Good Morning.“ the voice of Otto Hightower brought her back to reality. He was standing in front of her, his long coat draped over one arm and the suit he was wearing looked like the newest edition to his wardrobe, a deep navy blue with a white dress shirt.

„Good Morning, Sir.“ she smiled at him, his eyes wrinkling slightly at the sides. He looked a lot more happy than he usually did. Most of the time his expression seemed to be sulking or unhappy with something, but on this particular morning he looked like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

„How was your weekend?“ he asked, hanging up the coat on the rack. The young woman was slightly startled by the question, Mr Hightower had never been a rude employer, but he had also never been particularly interested in his employees personal life.

„Good. My brothers and I drove up north to visit family, it was nice. Both my brothers thrived on being up there again. How about yours?“ she laughed softly and shook her head at the thought of how happy her older brother had been to see their older sisters again and how good the air up north had been for her other brother‘s lungs after he had developed severe pneumonia. She could, however, not tell him about the more bitter and sad part of the weekend, which led to her thundering headache.

„That is good to hear. My weekend has consisted of the usual business.“ he waved his hand in the air and sighed softly. She knew what that meant, it meant that his grandchildren had driven him up the wall and his daughter had probably ranted about her husband and maybe his oldest grandson had even brought around his new girlfriend or even one of his many kids.

„Could you call a few people for me before the normal issues of the day come flooding in?“ he asked her as he picked up the briefcase again, which he had sat down before hanging up the coat.

„Of course.“ she held back her comment that this was exactly her job, calling people for him, taking calls for him and scheduling every event while keeping track of all the requests that came into the Mailbox during the day.

„Here is the list and what I want from them or what you have to tell them. Some calls are internal, others are external.“ he handed her a large piece of paper, which he had drawn out of his breast pocket and unfolded with one hand.

She just nodded and smiled at him, with that he disappeared into the room which was behind her office. It was not really an office, she was only a secretary after all and that meant no big office for her.

As she looked down at the list she let out a drawn out groan, it was long and a few of the names on it were not her favorite ones to call. His handwriting was neat and tidy, yet it was elegant, which made it easy to read.

Lyman Beesbury

Ask about the debt to the Lannister Banks and how much of the budget for the new project has to be loaned to the Company

Jason Lannister

Tell him that we will not be able to pay the debt back with the current interest rate, negotiate (if he is not willing to cooperate put him through to me)

Harwin Strong

Put through the list of attendees for the Gala and the current security guidelines that have to be taken into consideration for such an event

Hobert Hightower

Also put through the list of attendees for the Gala and tell him that I want him to prepare a separate account for the donations for the Gala

The list went on and on with tasks like these, most of them either relating to some form of finance or the Gala coming up in a month. With a heavy sigh she placed her head on the table, closing her eyes before looking at the last point on the paper.

Aemond Targaryen

Tell him that he will be attending the six o‘clock meeting with me tomorrow.

She rolled her eyes at that, but also felt some kind of relief. Aemond was always polite when she called and never snapped at her so at least there was something to look forward to while she was making some of the more dreadful calls on the list. With a glance at the clock she picked up the phone on her desk and started to dial the number of Lyman Beesbury. She had exactly one and a half hours before the usual rush of the day started to flood in and then she would be buried in work.

With a groan she hung up that second to last call and dropped her hands on the keyboard in front of her. She had a deep resentment for that Baratheon man, he always made disgusting comments about her and her professional relationship with Otto Hightower. She looked at the clock again, it was now almost an hour into the normal work day and she was already stacking up work for the rest of the day, making copies of certain documents, putting things away, sending Emails to different people with requests or telling them that they did not do their job correctly. One more time she picked up the phone and dialed the number of Aemond Targaryen. After one ring he picked up.

„Hello, Aemond Targaryen speaking.“ his smooth voice came through the speaker.

„Hello, Mr. Targaryen! Here is-„ she was interrupted by him.

„Ah, dear. How can I help you?“ his voice was calm and she could hear the tapping of a keyboard in the background. It always flustered her that he called her dear, but she never said anything because it did not make her uncomfortable.

„I am just calling because Mr. Hightower wants to let you know that you will be joining him for his six o‘clock meeting tomorrow.“ she waited for him to say something.

„Alright. Tell him that I will be there. I just have a quick question: who else is attending the meeting?“ he asked, the tapping in the background had stopped a few moments ago and scribbling had come into the audio now.

„Uhm…I can answer you in just one moment.“ she hacked the date and time into the calendar, which she kept for Mr. Hightower’s meetings.

„The meeting is with Ms. Rhaenyra Targaryen,“ she paused and continued to read the other names, a bad feeling settling in her stomach. „Mr. Corlys Velaryon, Mr. Vaemond Velaryon and Mr. Daemon Targaryen. As well as Mrs. Targaryen and of course Mr. Hightower." She licked her lips and waited for him to say anything. There was only the sound of his breathing now.

„Thank you. One more question; is my grandfather currently available?“ he sounded angry about something and she really did not want to know what he was angry about. She knew a lot about the problems within the Targaryen family, but by far not everything.

„Uhm, yes he is. He is in his office right now.“ she said calmly.

„Thank you, goodbye.“ Before she was able to say anything he hung up. Quickly she sat down the phone and now stared at the documents laying in front of her. With a sigh she took the stapler from the side of the desk and started to look through the dokuments, wanting to know which of them belonged together and which of them needed to be put away separately.

While she was stapling and putting away all the documents she remembered why she had such a blaring headache. It had not been a pleasant night, normally she did not drink that much, but due to her unnerving aunt she had drunk one glass of whiskey after the other and had realized too late that drinking almost three quarters of a Whiskey bottle was not a good idea. The woman had been asking about when she would get married and why she was not engaged and when they would be able to welcome more children into the family. Her aunt was particularly cruel when it came to things like these. The woman never kept it to the annoying enough questions, but always started to insult the other person the drunker she got. The best insult of the evening that had been thrown at her head had been:“defect breeding cow“, which would have not affected her as much if it was not for the fact that her Gynecologist had recently told her that the chance of her ever having children was slim, not zero but close to. She shook her head to get rid of the images and the feelings associated with that night, pushing the stapler aggressively into the paper and then putting it in the hole puncher to even more aggressively punch the holes into the papers.

Suddenly the door flew open and Aemond strode into the room. His face filled with annoyance as he closed the door behind him. Closed was the right word, he had not slammed it, he never slammed doors unlike his older brother who seemed to be always slamming doors.

„Mr. Targaryen,“ she nodded at him, her eyes turned back to her work. She did not want to bother him, especially not when he was angry about something. He smiled softly at her, greeting her and continuing to Otto Hightowers office.

After Aemond had entered, muffled voices were audible from the room, however only a mere moment later the muffled voices turned into something that sounded much more like shouting.

She tried hard not to listen to anything they were saying since it felt like a huge invasion of privacy. Luckily their voices were only muffled again after a few moments.

The young woman was not sure how long their talking continued, but after some time Aemond left the office again. He walked slowly and also closed the door gently again. Now she was finally able to get a good look at him. Aemond Targaryen was in his mid twenties, lean and had gorgeous platinum blonde hair, which shone softly. Otherwise he was also very good looking and always well dressed, on this particular day he accentuated his frame with a tight fitting, emerald green dress shirt and black slacks.

„Would you like to come to the kitchen with me and get a coffee?“ he asked her as he was about to leave the room.

„I would love to!“ she smiled softly and got up from her chair, her back aching since she had been sitting since the early morning.

He opened the door for her and let her pass, he left the room after her and gently closed the door. Together they quietly walked through the corridor.

„You have probably heard that my dear father will be hosting a Gala next month.“ Aemond broke the silence as they continued their way to the kitchen.

„I have, actually I have been making calls about that all day and sending Email out about certain regulations that have to be met.“ she chuckled softly as they turned a corner.

„Oh, well that is also good to know. At least I now know that someone competent handled the bureaucracy of the whole event.“ he said.

„Thank you, but to be honest: Mr. Hightower did a lot of the bureaucracy things, I just sent out the Emails for him and made the phone calls.“ she laughed softly.

He just hummed in what seemed like disagreement, but she was not able to place the sound combined with his nonchalant facial expression.

„Have you received an invitation?“ he asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.

„Oh no! I do not get invited to any events of the sort. After all, I am just a secretary that does not have that much influence. There is no need to invite me.“

Aemond looked over at her, his eyes opened wide and his eyebrows raised.

„Well, then. If you have not received an invitation yet then please see this as your invitation to the Gala, as my plus one.“ he said.

She stared at him in shock for a moment. He had seriously asked her to come to the Gala as his plus one. She took a shaky breath and swallowed the lump in her throat.

„Thank you, Mr. Targaryen.“ she said quietly.

„Aemond.“ he responded plainly.

„Excuse me?“ she asked, not quite understanding what he wanted to say with that.

„Please call me Aemond. I believe that I have told you on a few occasions already that I do not like to be called by my last name.“ he smiled softly as they reached the kitchen.

„Thank you, Aemond.“

„Have you finished up everything for the day?“ Otto Hightower asked as he exited his office. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave, which made sense since tonight was the big night in which hours and hours of planning had been invested. He probably also had to get changed since his usual plain suit would not be doing well at the Gala.

„Yes, Sir. Everything is finished, all the pile up of the last few weeks is also gone and you can go to the Gala with a good conscience.“ she smiled at him as he put down the briefcase.

„Good, good.“ he paused for a moment, „You do know that Aemond told me that he invited you as his plus one, right?“ he asked.

She felt her face heat up slightly as she looked at her hands. All the time after Aemond had invited her she had not told Mr. Hightower since she did not know what he would say, but the fact that Aemond already told him made things much easier.

„No, he did not tell me that he informed you about that.“ she laughed softly, trying to cover up how flustered she was. The older man hummed slightly, but just nodded.

„You should also leave, I believe getting ready will take you some time.“ his expression was kind as he picked up the coat and draped it over his shoulders.

„Until later.“ he said, after she also said goodbye he left, shortly after she also took all of her things and made her way home.

She took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. The light green dress was smoothed out perfectly and her hair had been done perfectly by one of her friends who worked as a hairstylist, falling loosely over her shoulders and complementing the color of the dress. For her shoes she had opted for cream colored strap heels, which blended nicely with the color of the dress. A pair of small golden hoops dangled from her ears as she took the clutch.

Aemond had told her not to worry about what she would be wearing and wear something she felt comfortable in, which turned out to be harder than she thought at first since most of the dresses she owned and already knew felt comfortable in were not appropriate for a Gala in any way. As she looked away from the mirror she glanced at the clock, it was almost time for him to come pick her up, nervously she smoothed out the dress once again and made her way over to her coat rag. It was not too cold, but still rather cool, especially since she was wearing a dress that unfortunately did not have any sleeves. Before she was able to grab her coat the bell rang and she walked towards the speaker in the wall.

„Hello, Aemond?“ she simply spoke into the microphone. For a moment there was silence.

„Yes, dear.“ as she heard his voice she pressed the unlock button for the door and went to take her coat and her clutch. She opened the door and made her way into the stairwell, closing the door and locking it behind her.

As she was about to call the elevator the doors opened and Aemond stood in front of her. She felt like someone had knocked all of the air out of her lungs. He stood there, looking like a model. His lean body was clad in a beautiful black suit with a black dress shirt, but no tie or fly. The soft platinum blonde hair was brushed back, but still hanging loosely over her back and shoulders.

„Hi.“ she whispered softly as she stepped into the elevator, almost realizing too late that she had been staring at the man.

„Hello, dear.“ he smiled softly at her as he pressed the button for the ground floor and seemed to relax.

„You look beautiful in that dress.“ he looked at her with an expression that she was unable to read. His one eye looked her up and down while the glass eye, which he had chosen to be a sapphire, shone bright in the light of the elevator.

„Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.“ her eyes traveled up and down his figure again, the first two buttons of his shirt were opened, which made it look a lot more relaxed than it would have looked if he had been wearing a tie. At the statement he chuckled softly.

With a soft ding the elevator came to a stop, as the doors opened he stretched out his arm, signaling her that she should take his arm. Her hand landed on the crook of his elbow, making her feel like she gave up some sort of control, a fact that would have terrified her under normal circumstances, but this was different, right now she was happy that someone was guiding her.

They approached a car that was standing in one of the parking spaces in the area. It looked to be an older Porsche model, but she had in all honesty no idea what kind of car it was. Aemond opened the back door for her and she took a seat in the back of the car, putting on the seat belt, greeting the man that was sitting at the wheel. The young man rounded the car and took a seat beside her.

As the car was set in motion by the driver she looked out of the window. His voice brought her back to reality.

„I will give you a fair warning before we arrive. There will be a lot of people taking photos, especially while we exit the car.“ he adjusted his cuffs as he spoke.

„Oh.“ she swallowed harshly, knowing that that would be hard for her, she had of course expected it, but it still felt odd.

„No need to worry.“ he chuckled softly. „I will guide you. Wait for me to get out of the car, then I can help you exit.“ he paused again and studied her face for a moment. „While we are in the main hall, you can just mingle. Before the buffet there will be many speeches, they are not the most interesting, but you will be able to pass the time. Afterwards it is just food, polite conversation and dancing.“

„Thank you. I am good at mingling and listening as well, that is a positive.“ she smiled softly as Aemond raised his eyebrow and looked at her with confusion written across his face.

„Well, mingling and listening is my job after all. I do not only send out emails, but make calls that need a sensible tone and an open ear.“ she smiled softly. „And if I may say so myself; I have gotten quite good at listening to people talking about things that I have no idea about.“

He laughed softly and shook his head. „Then I should keep you close since listening to the ramblings of my father‘s business partners is not my strong suit.“ There were a few moments of silence then he spoke again. „Also I would recommend you leave your coat in the car as well as the bag, there will not be many places to hang it and things can easily get lost at these Galas.“

„Oh, alright.“ She began shrugging off her coat, knowing that the hall which they had booked for the Gala was only a few minutes away from where they currently were. A slight shiver ran through her body as she felt the warm coat leave her body. Only shortly after she pulled it out from beneath her and folded it on the middle seat.

„I have never seen someone take a coat off so elegantly while sitting, even my dear my mother is not able to do that.“ he laughed and shook his head in amazement.

„It comes easier when you spent most of your childhood in a car. You actually learn to do a lot of things while in a moving car.“ she laughed softly.

The short rest of the drive was spent in silence. The car pulled up beside the hall and stopped at the height of a red carpet. Smoothly the driver reached for her coat and clutch and put it on the passenger seat before Aemond opened the door. As he did so she heard and saw the flashes of cameras going off. Waiting a short moment she scooted over and also got out of the car, taking Aemond‘s hand in the process. The only thoughts on her mind were to keep your legs together while getting out of the car and your hand on the neckline of your dress. Luckily, she exited the car smoothly and without issue.

As she stood securely Aemond offered her his arm again, she took it and they began to walk. She smiled softly as they made their way to the entrance of the hall. The flashes of the cameras were truly blinding and she was happy that Aemond seemed to be so confidently strudding towards the entrance.

It became apparent immediately that they entered the building since the flashes stopped. She took a deep breath and looked up at Aemond, looking to find some kind of reassurance, which she also found: he wore a gentle smile and nodded at her. They continued into the main room of the hall and she again felt like someone knocked all the air out of her lungs.

The ceiling was made of glass and shimmered softly, but the most impressive thing of the whole building was the massive chandelier, which was hanging in the middle of the ceiling. It was made of glass and what seemed like crystals, the light cascading down from it made the room feel like a scene from a fairy tale. This feeling only intensified as she looked at the people in the room. All of them were immaculately dressed as well as having some kind of regal air about them.

He moved his arm away from hers, but quickly placed his hand on the small of her back. She tried to follow his gaze, which led her eyes to a group of people with the signature blonde hair of the Targaryens.

„Come, my family is there. I think we should greet them.“ his voice was soft, yet it still carried over the muttering and talk of the crowd with ease. She just nodded and he directed her effortlessly through the crowd, people parted to let them through.

Finally they arrived at the group. She recognized a few people; Viserys Targaryen and his wife seemed to be the first to notice the pair approaching. Alicent Hightower, the wife of Viserys, was a beautiful woman with big brown eyes and a soft face, she was clad in a dark green evening gown with black heels and her hair pulled back in a slick bun. Viserys Targaryen himself was seated in his wheelchair, the suit he wore looked similar to the one Aemond was wearing, just that he wore a red tie with it. The other people were Aegon Targaryen and Helaena Targaryen, Aemond‘s older siblings, as well as Daeron Targaryen, Aemond‘s youngest brother. They all looked immaculate, Helaena wearing a golden dress with long sleeves, Aegon looked the most casual out of all of them with his white dress shirt and black slacks. Daeron wore a dark green satin suit paired with a black dress shirt and a green tie. Moreover there were Rhaenyra Targaryen and her husband Daemon along with Rhaenyra‘s sons and Daemon‘s daughters. Rhaenyra and Daemon‘s daughters, Baela and Rhaena, wore black dresses with varying accents of red. Daemon in a black suit with a black turtleneck pullover and all of Rhaenyra‘s sons seemed to be matching their grandfather.

„Aemond! I knew you would bring the cute secretary!“ Aegon shouted as they approached. His face lit up as he saw his brother, she saw as much, but felt a wave of nervousness hit her as all eyes were on her and Aemond. The large family all seemed to expect her to say something.

„Good evening everyone.“ Aemond greeted politely. He let go of her for a moment to go over to his mother and kiss her on the cheek. „Mother.“

„Hello.“ she smiled as relaxed as she could, but still felt like anyone from the group would be coming at her at any given moment. Before anything else could be exchanged Aemond took his place by her side again, looking positively annoyed by the fact that his nephews were present.

„Just a fair warning Aemond, the waiters have not finished setting the table. Take care so that they don‘t get to your other eye.“ Lucerys, one of Aemond‘s nephews, snickered. She felt how his hand slit over to her hip and the grip on her seemed to get stronger.

„You should be careful as well, nephew. We do not want an accident to happen to your eye, would we?“ Aemond seemed so calm as he said it, but there was a very definite threat behind these words. She felt a lump form in her throat as hateful glares were exchanged between the men.

„No, we wouldn‘t.“ a new voice came from behind her. She turned around, looking for the person that had just spoken. It was Otto Hightower and she never felt relief wash over her quicker before. A warm smile spread across her face as she saw her employer.

„Mr. Hightower.“ she nodded at him. He looked away from both of the young men and sent her a kind smile, his expression turned stony again as he looked at his oldest grandson.

„Aegon, come. Some people want to meet you.“ his voice was stern as he said those words, clearly displeased that they wanted to meet the young man.

„Do I really have to?“ he whined.

„Yes!“ Mr. Hightower snarled, turning around again to make his way back into the masses. Aegon followed him silently.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes then Aemond spoke again.

„If you would excuse us.“ Aemond already started walking away, almost dragging her behind him.

„Goodbye.“ she hurriedly said as she walked with Aemond. He seemed annoyed as they walked through the crowd.

„That was intense.“ she muttered under her breath, happy about the fact that she was able to escape that circle of hell. After Aemond had asked her to accompany him to the Gala they had spoken more and he had invited her for coffee and cake from time to time. That led to her knowing a lot more about the formidable Targaryen family than before and not all of the things she learned were good. However, she had not expected things to get out of hand so quickly once they were all gathered in one place.

„There have been worse things to happen during family get-togethers.“ he muttered under his breath. Before she was able to say anything to him about the interaction again a large man swept in front of them. He was broad shouldered with shoulder long black hair and clear blue eyes.

„Now, now Aemond Targaryen!“ the man laughed and held out his hand. It was Borros Baratheon, the current head of the Storms End company, a man she strongly disliked for many reasons. Sadly, she had to interact with him regularly on a professional level. Before he was able to say anything to her someone took her hand and tugged on it.

„Come, I want to show you the balcony.“ the voice of a woman said. She looked at the woman, it was Helaena. Looking at Aemond for a moment she just nodded.

„Of course.“ Helaena dragged her to the balcony and stopped once they overlooked the city. Kings Landing was beautiful during the night, many lights were shining from all the buildings and even some of the smaller quarters of the city were alight. This city was never truly asleep, everywhere at any time people were making their way through the city and working.

„Thank you.“ she whispered softly as she leaned against the railing, looking down at the magnificent city.

„There is no need to thank me. I know how much you hate him.“ she hummed softly. Her eyes seemed distant, like she was somewhere completely different. She had been well acquainted with Helaena for most of the time she had worked for Otto Hightower, however their friendship had only begun shortly before Aemond had asked her to join him for the Gala.

They stood outside for what felt like half an hour, looking at the city and speaking hushed whispers, giggling softly at each other's jokes. Suddenly she realized that she was freezing and needed to get inside if she did not want to get hypothermic.

„Helaena? I need to get back inside, I am freezing.“ she muttered softly. Helaena just nodded and hummed.

She entered the warm hall again and felt her skin prickle at the warmth of the air. Now the next step was to find Aemond again, she did not want to be alone for too long. While walking through the crowd she greeted a few people politely and even held short conversations with them. Most of them she knew, having already met them at meetings or similar events. Out of nowhere a warm hand landed on the small of her back. She turned, fully expecting to see Aemond but she was wrong, very wrong. It was Jason Lannister.

„How nice it is to see you here!“ he greeted her with a polite smile, his hand not leaving the small of her back the whole time.

„Mr. Lannister, it is a pleasure to see you.“ she nodded politely, trying to writhe her way away from his hand, but it stayed there, moving up to her hip. It was easy to smell that the man was drunk out of his mind, his breath reeking of alcohol.

„Now tell me, doll. What did Aemond Targaryen promise you if you showed up here with him?“ Now she heard that his speech was slurred, only confirming her theory.

„I do not quite understand what you are talking about, Mr. Lannister.“ she felt how his grip on her hip only got more intense.

„You know, did he promise you money? Maybe a promotion? Or a good fuck? Because the last thing he can‘t give you, however I know someone that might.“ his face was dangerously close to hers now and she felt like she was about to throw up as her brain fully processed what the man had just said. As he was about to press his lips against her he was pulled back from her, it was such an aggressive pull that she stumbled back slightly.

„Back off Lannister. She does not want to talk to you.“ Aemond hissed as he wrapped his arm around her waist, still placing himself slightly in front of her. Before Jason Lannister was able to say anything to her or Aemond, Aemond pulled her away and into the crowd.

After they had put a good distance between them and Jason Lannister, Aemond let go of her.

„Are you okay?“ he took her hand and looked her in the eyes. For a moment she was contemplating lying to him, telling him that she was okay that this had not affected her in the slightest, but it had. It had scared her and she felt like she was about to throw up.

She just quietly shook her head and took a step closer to him, Aemond understood the gesture and pulled her into a warm embrace.

„Alright, let's find you a place to sit down.“ he took her hand and guided her through the crowd to one of the tables. He sat her down on the chair in front of him and gently rubbed her arm as he scanned the crowd. She tried to follow his gaze, she spotted the same person he did or rather the two people. It was Aegon and Otto Hightower: Aemond shouted Aegon‘s name and the man turned right away. Aemond waved his hand, signaling him to come over, Otto Hightower followed behind his grandson. As they arrived Otto‘s eyes immediately fell on the young woman sitting on the chair, she looked like a scared deer, eyes glossed over and hands shaking.

„What happened?“ he asked right away as they arrived. His face was hard and he seemed displeased.

„Jason Lannister happened,“ Aemond snarled. Otto raised one of eyebrows, Aemond leaned in and whispered in his grandfather‘s ear. His expression became furious.

„I will get one of the security people to deal with him.“ Otto disappeared after that. Aegon now stood there, looking like he had no idea what to do.

„And what do you need me for?“ Aegon asked.

„Get two lemon cakes from the buffet.“ Aemond‘s voice was commanding and Aegon quickly obliged.

The rest of the evening went by without incident. Jason Lannister had been escorted out of the building by a group of security people and no one else had dared to come near her after that, the fact that she was attached to Aemond‘s arm for the rest of the evening probably also played its part.

Just like Aemond had said the speeches were boring, but she just let her thoughts wander during that time. After the buffet had opened and people had started dancing, the shock of the encounter with Jason Lannister slipped off her like a blanket and she began to enjoy herself. While she was chatting with Helaena she looked over at Aemond who was just speaking to Criston Cole, one of the private security people of the Targaryen family. He looked a lot more relaxed now, but there was still a certain tension in his shoulders.

As he returned to the table she got up from her seat.

„Is everything alright?“ Aemond asked, surprised that she seemed to get up so abruptly.

„Yes, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to dance?“ she smiled at him, this request seemed to have taken him by surprise.

„Of course, why not?“ he smiled and took her hand. As they reached the dance floor a more upbeat song started playing. Aemond twirled her as they danced to the song. Moving towards each other, then apart again, twirling and turning. She laughed as Aemond dipped her down and pulled her up again. They continued like that for what felt like hours. She was in a bliss of pure enjoyment, especially when the slower songs played and he would place his hands on her hips and just gently sway with her. As one song came to an end she looked up at him, seeing how he looked down at her with an unreadable expression, but it was not unfamiliar, he looked at her like he had looked at her in the elevator. Then suddenly he leaned down and gently kissed her, their lips met and she was unable to breath for a moment, she was shocked, but in a pleasant way. He pulled away again, a soft smile on his lips as she looked up at him with big eyes.

„I hope that was okay.“ he whispered softly as they continued to dance.

„It was.“ she laughed softly.

The rest of the evening they danced, they danced and laughed. Aemond knew that it would not be easy for him, but courage was a first step in the right direction.