#and the centre gif is her contemplating being wanted

[ddagent]

Well, uh, I will be there. So, if you come, perhaps we could meet for a drink. Margo? Uh, yes. I, uh… I’ll have to see. If I– If I’m going, I mean. There’s a lot happening around Houston around that time and— Yes. Yes, of course, I understand. But I’ll see what I can do.

[viperixsworld]

Born to die

━━ Benjicot Blackwood x oc

Chapther one : the riverwoman

Year 126 A.C.

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Sometimes, Lucrezcia thought to herself how easy it would be to escape. The Arbor was an island wonderfully connected to practically the entire world known to man. Volantis seemed like a good destination, all she needed was a ship, of which she had thousands at her disposal.

But there were several factors that deprived her of such a plan. First, her father was as tenacious as she was, and would find her and drag her back so that he could marry her off to whomever he offered.

The second, and at that moment more important, Lucreczia was sitting in a carriage, on her way to her first audience with her possible future husband. Her father, sitting opposite her, seemed to be trying to ignore her by any means possible. Lucrezcia, for her part, tried to annoy him, making noises with her rings.

"Could you, my child, stop being a nuisance for a few moments?"

The girls stopped her movements, to offer a sarcastic smile to her father.

"Oh, excuse me dearest father, it must be pre-marital nerves".

"Are you always so unbearable?"

I have someone to look like

But she preferred to swallow her words. Lunch with Lord Tarly's niece had been most victorious for her lord father. Julianna Tarly was a slender and tremendously young girl, no older than Lucrezcia herself. The young Redwyne found her stepmother-to-be irritating and exceedingly sordid. A childish girl who could compete in immaturity with her nearly five-year-old sister.

The irony of the gods, he was getting rid of a daughter to return to a wife who might be confused by one of his offspring.

Luckily for her, she would not have to put up with the new Lady of the Arbor, as she would be married by then in any corner of the fucking continent.

Honeyholt was the home of the Beesbury house, sworn to the Hightowers. With their lord at King's Landing as part of King Viserys Targaryen's council, it was Lady Beesbury, who had kindly offered to host the court. Not out of charity, of course, but out of business with one of the richest houses in all of Westeros. Lucrezcia was just a pawn, just like in her father's chessboard.

The Reach was undoubtedly a beautiful place, filled with flowers of all kinds and palaces that looked like something out of a book about knights in shining armour. Lady Beesbury greeted them at the entrance, an elderly, petite woman with an unbridled taste for pie and tartlets. Lucrezcia tried to smile and look delighted at the auction of her person to a bunch of usurious lords, as the old woman led her into the garden where the tea was to be held.

They say that you are not aware of your destiny until it is staring you in the face.

That's how Lucrezcia felt when she set foot in the garden, becoming the centre of everyone's attention. It seemed that they had deliberately arrived early, to make her entrance more conspicuous. Pairs of eyes scrutinised her as if she were one of the cakes on the table.

So far, the trip had served to psych her up, but the possibility that her future husband might be among these men made her want to vomit horribly.

"Cheer up, dear, they're watching you," her father's voice echoed behind her.

Fuck off

A strange tingling settled in her spine. She approached the small table with the cakes, while her father stood talking to some men in pompous clothes.

Lucrezcia contemplated that apart from herself, the only other woman at the soiree was the elderly Lady Beesbury (except for the maids who went to and fro). The rest were men. Tall, thin, short, fat, ornately dressed, full of jewels. With the balance on the side of men of her father's generation rather than her own.

She wondered if her mother suffered such a thing, being from the Iron Islands, they probably put her on a ship straight to the Arbor in a wedding dress and called it a day.

She didn't know if it was worse than what she was going through at that moment.

"My lady"

Lucrezcia gobbled down the raspberry pastry in her hand before turning to the person who spoke to her.

A short, chubby man with a terrible grey moustache and little hair in the centre of his head, he took the hand that previously held a pastry and planted a kiss on the back of her hand.

"My name is Lord Daryl Florent"

She watched him wordlessly, chewing the pastry exaggeratedly. Lord Florent began to talk about his life, still holding her hand. When the man stopped talking, seeing that the girl did not answer, he said to her.

"You would be prettier if you smiled."

A spark lit up the girl's eyes. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, preparing a flamboyant smile. A smile that showed all her teeth covered in the raspberry filling of the pastry.

Lord Florent made no secret of his displeasure as he let go of the young woman's hand and walked indignantly towards another group of men watching the interaction.

Preach the word, fatty.

The afternoon was summed up in a series of frustrated attempts by different men to approach her in an attempt to woo her. When the man was old to begin with, her tactic was to be disgusting, play with food and make comments that implied she was a woman with ideas.

When they tried to elicit information about her interests, Lucrezcia didn't bother to lie. She liked to hunt, enjoyed wine and ale (no surprise, being the daughter of the leading exporter of ale in all of Westeros), could barely do needlework, and was very interested in the political situation in the realm.

Most did not endure up to that point in the conversation, but the few who did, asked the golden question.

"And you are an avid reader from what your father says. What is the last book you read, my lady?"

"A caution for young girls, my lord"

That used to be the final strike.

Who wants a wife who reads about sex with the intention of self-pleasure rather than to give heirs?

With the many horrified looks from the gentlemen, Luther could only resist the urge to slap his daughter in the middle of the garden.

Night fell upon them, and Lady Beesbury invited them into Honeyholt's great hall. Lucrezcia watched as less than half of the large crowd of men who had been there at the beginning of the evening remained. It was clear that the great hall table was almost empty, apart from Lady Beesbury, her father, herself and some nine suitors.

The food was extremely sweet for her taste. The girl chewed in silence as her lord father spoke to the few remaining men.

Unfortunately for her, most of them were old men who had not succumbed to her tactics. She was very bored. The dress of salmon-coloured fabric was particularly itchy, the belt of thick golden thread cut off her circulation. The hairstyle that Nyssa had done for her this morning was pulling at her brain cells.

The kingdom was in the springtime, according to the maesters. The Reach's crops were thriving, but Lucrezcia wished at the moment that everything would freeze over. At the very least, for a breeze to blow. She felt like she was in the middle of Dorne's Red Desert.

In those moments of desperation, she considered faking a fainting spell. She could pour some wine over herself, lie on the floor and hope that her father would get fed up with this fanfare and decide to return to his island.

Oh, her island. Lucrezcia had always dreamed of leaving it, but now she missed it more than anything. The walks through the vineyards, going to the Ryamsport harbour market to watch the seafarers' festivals, skinny-dipping on the beach with Nyssa at an hour her father hadn't allowed.

Even her palace on the cliffs of the Arbor, right by Starfish Harbor. The library's stained glass windows, its chambers overlooking the sea, the passageways to the kitchens and stables where she could go out with her pack of hounds.

How she missed her puppies.

She hoped to transport them to wherever she was getting married.

The last litter had been of 8 puppies, 5 of which survived. Now with the perfect age and training for a good hunt. They were fast and strong, they could tear a fox apart in a few seconds.

Surely their dogs were more loyal than all these men sitting at the table. She wondered if she could use them as bait for her little puppies. As a form of training.

Nah, they'd be too easy prey.

In her reverie, Lucrezcia ignored the doors to the great hall and it was not until Lady Beesbury rose from her seat at the end of the table to greet the new visitors.

"My Lady Blackwood, what a surprise, I was not expecting you yet."

That made the Redwyne girl look up from her plate of gooseberry duck. The sight stunned her.

A tall, slender but athletic woman with a cascade of obsidian-black hair curling like tornadoes. Behind her, six men, all somewhat rough-looking, dressed in the same clothes as her. Riding clothes, black and crimson.

The men looked hungry, staring at the bloody roast duck as if they hadn't eaten in days. They reminded her of her dogs, waiting attentively at the woman's command.

"I hope I have not interrupted with our entry" said the woman "We have a long drive to Oldtown and Lord Beesbury had offered us accommodation for the night".

Lady Beesbury did not look very pleased, but she could do nothing against her husband's orders.

"Well... I guess you may sit down, please, please, you must be starving" said the old lady.

Lucrezcia sent an amused glance at her father, who looked tense but intrigued as Lady Blackwood's men swept through the feast.

"And tell me, Lady Blackwood. What is your business so far from the Riverlands?" asked her father, sipping from his wine glass.

"Our maester fell ill a couple of moons ago. We were travelling to the Citadel to request reinforcements at Raventree Hall. My Lord Brother sent me on his behalf".

"I understand" said her father.

As the rivermen gulped, Alyssane looked at her father.

"And what are you doing, Lord...?"

"Lord Redwyne" interrupted Lady Beesbury "Lord Redwyne of the Arbor and his daughter, Lady Lucrezcia, are here as my guests, as are all these distinguished gentlemen".

Black Aly surveyed the table, the distinguished gentlemen looking rather uncomfortable at the presence of her men. She then looked at the girl in the salmon-coloured dress. Lucrezcia felt a little self-conscious, but smiled at the new guest. She smiled back.

The woman from the Riverlands could not be more than ten years older than her. And she was not stupid. The picture was so obvious that asking the question was totally unnecessary.

The dinner went as smoothly as possible. With the suitors gradually withdrawing as Lucrezcia's father and Lady Alyssane had an arduous conversation about the politics and succession of the realm, with the recent birth of Prince Joffrey.

Lucrezcia learned there that the Blackwoods were a Riverlands family of considerable prestige, the only one in their lands to practice the religion of the Old Gods. Lord Luther had long sought to expand into the interior of the continent, exporting mostly to coastal cities.

Any occasion is good for business, Lucrezcia supposed.

Her maid, Nyssa, was quick to come and fetch her as the hour of the wolf approached. As did Lady Beesbury.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Lady Lucrezcia," Alyssane said goodbye. "I had hoped that tomorrow we might be able to breakfast together in the gardens, if Lady Beesbury sees fit for your... matchmaking".

The old woman didn't seem to agree, but after the disaster with her first twenty suitors, she figured that giving the girl the morning off would be a good idea.

"The pleasure was all mine, Lady Alyssane," said the girl before following Lady Beesbury and Nyssa to her chambers.

Once the girl was out, only Lord Luther, Black Aly and an empty jug of wine were left in the hall.

"She is a beautiful girl, you are very lucky, Lord Redwyne," congratulated the woman.

Luther wanted to laugh in her face. Yes, his third daughter was beautiful, a light brown-haired beauty with huge green eyes, a fine face and a pretty composition.

"She'd make an ideal wife, if she wasn't a problem with legs." The man began as Lady Alyssane listened " The girl is the smartest of my four daughters, and the most ambitious. Nine septas she has cost me in less than four years, they say she is incorrigible" the man massaged his temple "I had hoped a husband would soothe her spirit" he lamented.

In his deepest dreams, Luther regretted that Lucrezcia was not a man. She would have been the perfect heir, but sadly the laws and her own opinions deprived her of that status.

Luther had to marry off his daughter. That was the custom and the law.

Black Aly listened with attention, scheming in her own mind.

Lucrezcia reminded her of herself, a young woman who just wanted her place in the world. Though Aly had been luckier in the family, from what she was hearing. While her father described his third with a mixture of resentment and pride, as she noticed, the girl did not remind him only of her.

A highly intelligent, cool-headed young noble who enjoyed risk but knew how to keep her composure. She couldn't help but compare her to her own nephew.

Benjicot Blackwood had just turned six and ten, a year younger than Lucrezcia. The boy was proper and somewhat shy among his own kind, but lately quarrels with the Brackens had him in a mess, hanging out with his grooms at the tavern, brawling and neglecting his lessons.

He needed to wise up.

He needed a new goal.

He needed a wife. Her brother, and father of the boy, Lord Samwell Blackwood, had tried to bring up the subject several times, perhaps this was the right occasion.

"I believe, my lord, that I can offer clarity on our problems," the woman commented. "My own nephew, Benjicot Blackwood, future Lord Blackwood and heir to Raventree Hall, may stand as a suitor for your daughter," she explained.

Luther seemed to sober up suddenly. It was a good way to make contacts with the Riverlands, as well as sending his daughter far away.

"How much do you want for her?"

He knew it wasn't smart to send it to the first person who would offer. But she had been on the marriage market for years and nothing. It was a golden opportunity, both for him and for Blackwood.

"I shall write to my brother first thing tomorrow morning. He will discuss with you the details of the dowry, the wedding and so on".

"As tempting as it sounds, I know my daughter, she is capable of galloping away if I promise her to a complete stranger who has never seen her life".

"And for that, my lord" Black Aly leaned her elbows on the table to approach the lord in front of her and say "She'll think it's her idea".

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Hey love! How are you? Happy valentine's day!! Can I please send in a request for your valentine's celebration? Can it be with loki laufeyson and the prompt "only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony"

Thank you so much!❤️

TO CATCH ONE’S EYE

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Reader WORD COUNT: 1.5k [again! I got carried away!] SUMMARY: During the celebration of Frigga as the Queen of Asgard, Loki finds himself slipping away from the events to the palace courtyard. To where you unfortunately found yourself stumbling towards an escape from your parents. A/N: i’m sorry i took so long with this one! Things came up and had to delay things a little but here we are with a regency-esque fic. It’s a little cringe to be frank but gentle!princeloki makes me want to eat my heart out [in a good way]. thanks for the request and more to come! WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff. reader is being forced to find suitors, much to her dismay. PROMPT:  "Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony" [from this prompt list] MASTERLIST

A cavernous, opulent hall, the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf’s interior gleams golden under ornate chandeliers set ablaze, and intricate gilded carvings adorn the structure of the extensive hall. The marble floors glisten under the sparkle of Frigga’s aureate train – it sweeps behind an intricately embellished gown. The goddess of marriage stands bejewelled beside Odin, clad in armour, delicate hands in his own, and the crowd swirls around her elegance in awe.

Today marks a celebration of Frigga as Queen of Asgard, bringing the nation to the palace grounds. 

In all gilded elegance and dazzling opulence, pleasantries through the evening were beginning to conjure up a sense of restlessness, constantly trailing behind his mother, Odin, and Thor as the royal family presented themselves to the crowd.

Every passing minute makes his jaw tick, and when the crowd disperses into dancing in full swing, he takes the opportunity to slip away, in need of some air.

Outside the hall extends a courtyard flanked by Corinthian mahogany columns stretching across a mosaic pathway. In between, hedges grow at extensive heights to reflect the majestic nature of the palace. The path leads to a fountain, a golden statue at its centre that shines in all its regal glory.

Loki ambles along the path with the intent to seek some silence by the benches, a place he often sought throughout his childhood. The streaming gentle waters calm the nerves – a place for contemplation. 

He sits there in his quietness as the stillness of the night revolves around him, though the sounds of distant music carry through the area. Here, he is reprieved from the many eyes that follow him throughout the night. Here, he is himself, alone in his thoughts.

That is until he hears footsteps approaching.

Loki whirls around to see the appearance of a stranger – you, up until now, oblivious to his presence. You abruptly halt in your step, eyes now wide.

“Prince Loki!” your voice bursts out in a panicked tone, dropping into a hurried curtsy.

Loki frowns. “What are you doing here?”

His words carry a tone of irritation, evident in his expression, and he immediately regrets it the moment it leaves his lips. He doesn’t mean to, and you appear to be on the verge of tears.

Forgive me. I did not mean to be here. I was merely seeking a place away from the hall. I…I’ll leave right away –”

You’re already whirling around, desperate to go, when he hears himself say, ‘Wait!“

You stutter in your step, turning to him once more.

A swallow constricts his throat. “It’s…alright. Please, join me.”

In truth, he doesn’t want to be alone. He just doesn’t want to be around under his family’s watchful eyes.

He sees the uncertainty in your expression and how your fingers writhe with your own, a motion to your subtle and controlled restlessness and anxiety about the situation. Unsure as to why there’s a tug in his heart at the sight of your reaction, his expression softens as he vaguely gestures towards the space beside him on the bench.

Well, this is a first.

You stand there for a moment, eyeing him. You’re trying to get a read on him, unsure why a prince of Asgard just casually invited you to sit by him. Yet, you glance back to the hall, the crowd manoeuvres in an elegant twirly of dancing and drinking, and you feel your heart sink at the thought of returning under your parents’ watchful eye.

So, you take a step and shyly sit next to him, hands clasped on your lap.

A guarded silence settles between you, and Loki decides his curiosity will get the better of him.

“Have you come here to contemplate as well?” he asks, eyes shifting to you. Your eyes immediately fly to him, seemingly surprised by his question.

“More to avoid… certain people.”

“People?”

“My parents, to be specific.”

Loki hums and nods, amused.

“Understandable.” 

A beat. Loki carries on. “And why is that?”

He knows he’s prying – he doesn’t mean to. Although he hates to admit it at this very moment, he’s finding any way for you to stay a little longer, to prolong your presence beside him.

Your lips part to form a response, but you pause, eyes flicking away from him, fingertips thrumming on your lap as you bow your head bashfully. Almost as if you had to remind yourself who you were speaking to.

“Well, I must admit I do not enjoy occasions like these, but my parents insisted I attend. And the first hour had been filled with introductions to… suitors.”

Your voice is quiet as you articulate each word carefully. He watches you press your lips together, and there’s a twist in your expression. It shows in the slight downturn of your mouth, and your brows furrow.

Your eyes cautiously flick to him, gauging any reaction. Whether your words mean anything to him. Whether there’s any ounce of aggravation on his face.

But he watches you patiently, with an unwavering gaze. It sends an anxious thud of your heart.

“There is an expectation that I would catch someone’s eye tonight in hopes of matrimony within a year.”

“A year?”

“That is the deadline.”

A deadline until marriage. A deadline to your freedom.

Before he can stop himself, the words slip from his lips, laden with a curiosity he hadn't anticipated.

“And have you caught…someone’s eye?”

Though you already seem a little upset, his words stir a profound sense of conflict in you. He sees it in how you hunch a little more and your eyes seemingly caught in a distance. A world elsewhere from here.

Though, you don’t catch the true intentions behind his words.

He clings to every word.

“None, thus far, though I confess I do not wish to fulfil my parents' wishes for a marriage of convenience.”

A beat. A small smile graces your lips like a thought has just struck you. It lifts your posture, and you finally turn to him. 

“I am determined that only the deepest love will persuade into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.”

He cannot help but feel the corners of his lips twitch at your words. It’s the sincerity of your voice that reflects his surprise at your casual vulnerability as to how you have sworn to be the very defiance of your parents and society’s expectations. 

It’s how you trust to show the authenticity of your sentiment in his presence that alights a warmth in his chest.

“I must say, as wise as you are, you underestimate your beauty and intelligence. Surely, someone must have taken an interest in you.”

Little did you know…

It almost makes you laugh loudly, but you settle for a snort in derision. It’s unflaterring, especially in the presence of a prince. It reminds me of where you are and how you had never seen him up close. His blue eyes and the creases it leaves with his charming grin. 

“You are too kind, but I believe my mother says that my intelligence contributes to my brashness.”

You laugh again, but it isn’t the same, hinting at a wryness. Loki catches it.

Then, the air shifts. Silence settles again. But then, you speak.

“What about you?”

He’s met with your gaze again and feels himself turn unnaturally nervous.

“Me?” he stutters out.

“Why have you come here to contemplate?”

Oh.

It’s his turn to offer a wry laugh. You catch it as well.

“It’s…complicated.”

You hum, and the conversation ends. You don’t pry anymore as you return to face the cascading waters of the fountain. Its gentle flow hums against the distant music from the hall, gleaming under the soft moonlight.

Then, he hears the music transform to a familiar tune, and it’s traditional – a ballad, slow and inherently romantic. One where everybody knows the steps.

It’s not entirely clear what’s come over him tonight when, without any apparent cue, he rises from the bench. His gaze locks onto you as he extends his hand to you.

“Dance with me?”

“…Here?”

Loki doesn’t say anything. You know he means it.

You hesitate but take his hand, your fingertips in his delicate touch as you’re pulled to your feet.

You feel yourself begin to move with each careful step, eyes trained solely on his. Fingertips brushing, hands clasped on your own, gentle twirls around the expanse of the courtyard. Your feet aren’t trained for dancing, and it carry you with an occasional stumble. But Loki doesn’t scowl like the other men; instead, he smiles – it’s genuine. 

Now, a hand on your waist. His touch burns and the dance draws you close to him to when you can make out the green flecks in his eyes. You see how his gaze drops to your lips with a flicker that you almost don’t see.

He wants to kiss you.

But the music comes to an end, and as the final notes linger, your steps come to a halt, though Loki’s touch is still heavy on the curve of your waist.

Then, laughter, in a distance. People are nearing. Your reality awakens, and you move away from his hold. The air shifts, the moment forever sealed and lost to you as the two of you just… stand there.

Regardless, you bring your lips to a smile. It’s timid. He cannot help but mirror it.

Perhaps you might have caught someone’s eye tonight.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 35 - Swansong

House sent me the results, but I couldn’t stand the thought of opening them just yet. I didn’t talk to House for a week and in that time, I contemplated going to Wilson and I seriously thought about taking some more morphine, but neither seemed like a good option.

I ran a bath and found myself going through the same routine I usually went through before injecting a high dose of morphine.

‘Screw it.’ I breathed and grabbed a new syringe and a small bottle of morphine. I only dished out half of what I usually went for, but it would be enough to settle my nerves.

I got undressed, got into the bath and relaxed back feeling the morphine starting to circulate. I couldn’t feel a single thing and it felt good.

Anna wasn’t picking up her phone. Wilson was just as worried about her.

‘She’s pregnant.’ House said, quietly. Wilson snapped around to face him in the parking lot. ‘We did a blood test, came back positive. She’s had two miscarriages already, a third might indicate another problem.’

‘Hang on.’ Wilson stopped him. ‘She had a miscarriage? When? When were you gonna tell me? Have you called her?’

‘She’s not picking up.’ House shook his head. ‘I’m gonna head over to her place. Call me if she comes in.’

House got back on his motorcycle and raced around to her apartment. He knocked on the door a few times, before letting himself in with the key he still had. He went straight to the bathroom and once again found her beneath her shower in a pool of blood. Another miscarriage.

Anna’s eyes were bloodshot from crying all night. He spotted the syringe in the sink and half a bottle of morphine sitting next to it, no where near enough to actually cause a miscarriage.

‘We need to get you to the hospital and find out what’s wrong.’ He said, quietly.

'I can't keep doing this to you, Greg.'

House stayed and helped her get cleaned up, he was gentle with her and did what he needed to do. They went back to the hospital and found out she had severe damage to her womb that meant she could never have kids, no matter what.

Anna got back to work, they didn’t talk about anything, she just got on with things. Wilson on the other hand was declining. He had cancer and he was going to die.

They went on a road trip and when they got back, Anna was gone. No note, no forwarding address, no phone number. She was just gone. House focused all his efforts into Wilson, he was all he had left.

He got home one evening after Wilson decided he wanted to die. There was a message on his answering machine.

‘Greg, it’s me.’ Anna. ‘I’ve gone to LA, back at the research centre. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye, I just… everything’s just… I need to start again. I love you more than anything, but I can’t stay in New Jersey and I can’t watch Wilson die and I can’t live everyday knowing that you and I don’t have a future. I didn’t do anything with my life that anyone was grateful for, I never will. People always saw me as the poor broken soldier, not the doctor who was the second best in the hospital and number one cardiologist in the country. I am really good at my job and I am a really good person. I deserve better than what I had, but what I always wanted was you. Greg, I’ll never stop being in love with you, but I need to change something. I made it four months while you were in prison, but barely a week when you were out. Even you can see there’s a connection. I’m so sorry Greg, if you can find a way to forgive me for leaving, come to LA and find me. If you can’t… you were the single best thing I ever experienced. But I wasn’t built for happiness. Goodbye.’

House stared down at the floor for a moment before driving to Anna’s apartment, he got there and found that new people were already moving into her apartment. She really was gone.

He had nothing left, Wilson had five months left to live and Anna was gone. He hated them both, he thought he hated them both, but he loved them and they were leaving him. He had nothing.

Wilson couldn’t believe it, the building burnt down, his best friend chose death over everything else. The funeral was awful and surprisingly Anna didn’t turn up for it, he only realised why when he received a text message saying: shut up you idiot. Wilson couldn’t quite believe it, had House seriously faked his own death?

Wilson drove to his old apartment and found his beast friend sitting on the steps waiting for him. He faked his death to ensure he could spend the next five months with Wilson, he did it for his friend, out of love.

‘You realise we have to go to LA?’ Wilson said, adjusting his helmet as they were about to set off on an epic adventure.

‘Yeah, Anna is waiting for us, we’ll be there in two months time.’ House nodded.

‘You should marry her.’ Wilson thought about it long and hard. ‘I know her last message made things seem like she wasn’t interested, but if you can change, if you can learn to be a little more empathetic, then you might just find what you’re looking for and so might she.’

‘Why do you care? You’ll be dead before the wedding.’

‘Just knowing it’s going to happen will be enough.’ Wilson assured him. ‘You gotta try. You’ve always been in love with her, she’s always been in love with you, this on again off again tango you’ve been doing for the last ten years, it’s time to get off the dance floor.’

House shook his head. ‘She’s better off without me.’

‘I’m not going to spend my last five months arguing about facts.’ Wilson told him firmly. ‘Marry her, give her everything you have, don’t look back and don’t regret not giving it everything you have.’ He exhaled sharply and looked around at the clear day. ‘Lead the way.’

House smirked and half laughed, putting his own helmet on. He revved his motorcycle and they began riding to LA. The last five months of Wilson’s life would be perfectly chaotic and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[brooklynislandgirl]

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It is called The Room of a Thousand Fountains. The name hardly does it justice. It sits at the base of the Temple’s northwestern side and rises seven stories high, unheard of for a greenhouse on Coruscant. For Keni the chamber is as close as she gets to come to in regards to her home-world. Once the short pathway behind the huge wooden doors that gate-keep the space is traverse there is a platform from which several stone and dirt paths emerge. Each winding path cuts through plants and large displays of exotic foliage from every nook and corner of the galaxy. Little bridges curve over streams that flow from unseen sources. Benches line some paths, welcoming meditation and reflection. Fountains can be heard trickling from everywhere in the chamber, along with the roar of the waterfall at the centre-point of the room.  All ranks of Jedi from youngling to grand master are encouraged to spend time in here, whether to contemplate the Force or to practice sabre technique. The only time the room is barred is when the Jedi Councils come to meet so they might be surrounded by peace and serenity.

Keni is one of the privileged few who has been given the task of helping cultivate and care for the greenery, she has a talent for that they say. She is almost embarrassed by the richness of gifts on display, such as the stand of Hylaian marsh bamboo, the Assari trees, the Bhanshrek bush grove. Nature is not the only bounty here, but technological wonder also exists. In the rafters of the room is a large collection of lighting banks that disguise the ceiling as an outdoor sky. A combination of light and canvas complete the illusion that gives the room a sense of being a completely separate environment from that of Coruscant. 

For now it is empty. Most of the Temple residents are about their own affairs, whether it is studying, practising, or indulging in what limited free time they are given. Keni is one such of the latter group and with Anakin once again off being brow-beaten into doing who knows what... she’s taken some respite in the expansive gardens. Her boots lie near by in a pile that consists of them, her belt and kit, her sabre, outer robes, and her pants. Her under tunic frees her arms and falls just short of her knees. She longs to feel bare earth and water beneath her feet. She longs to lie amongst the grasses in only the skin she was born into, soaking up every ounce of sunlight she can manage. In lieu of being able to fulfil those desires, she dips a foot into one of the deeper streams. Careful so as not to disturb anything else. Unfortunately though, not so careful to do so unseen. His presence in the Force was quiet. Perhaps deliberately so. It gives him the rare opportunity to sneak up on her, close enough to reach out and touch her exposed flesh if he wanted to. She can only turn her head, an expression of mixed emotions tinting her face with pale shades of green, and a faint catch of her breath somewhere behind the sharp little teeth finally beginning to come into her mouth in place where once there were only gaps. Emerald eyes blaze keenly in the counterfeit light. “I was not expecting you.”

[elpida]

bear or bunny - cade - @wiinestories

It wouldn't be long now. Just a few more weeks, the nursery was done, all decorated.. they had all those big items, the stroller, bottles, changing mats and nappy bags, the works. They were prepared because it was Cade, he was always prepared, meticulously so... and yet he couldn't help but wonder off to the infant aisles in every store he went in to. He just wanted things to be perfect for her. Hell he'd even taken to carrying around a pocket book of baby names, circling any and all that he thought might be nice. he didn't really love modern names or repetitive things you'd hear all the time. He wanted her to be special and have a name that you didn't hear every day, something soft and calm, something nice on the ears. Of course if Agatha said she hated one of his suggestions then that was it, name crossed out but there was one he circled that he kept coming back to. Alma. It'd be nice for a little girl, nice for a teenager and nice for an adult, a suitable name, a soft and peaceful sound. Apparently it meant soul and he liked the thought that each gave a little of their own, to her. Heaven knew that she was going to have his soul wrapped around her tiny little fingers in no time at all. In his head he was already referring to her as Alma, his little Alma, so he could hope and pray that Aggie liked it. His girls, Agatha and Alma, it had a nice ring to it.

Now his mind begged the question of which Alma would like more, the bunny or the bear. He was stood in shop aisle, holding two soft comforter blankets, the type with a toy attached in the centre, soft as anything. One was a light grey bunny rabbit, the other was a beige bear. Bunny or bear, bunny or bear... he didn't realise quite how long he stood there contemplating that decision like it was the most important thing in the world.

"First time dad?" a voice asked and snapped his attention up but even then, he wore the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. "How could you tell?" he laughed, lifting up the two comforters in gesture. "I 'aint ever seen a man put so much thought into which one is the better choice, but I've had three of my own so I might be able to help you make a choice." the woman was a little more than middle aged, the lines in her face showing her age but she was friendly and it was a nice offer. "I'd appreciate all the help I can get Ma'am."

Cade turned, holding out the two options. "My little girl, she's due in a few weeks, I'm tryin' to decide which one she'd like more 'coz a bunny is cute right? The bear I think the colour is nicer.." he was putting so much thought into this, so much. The woman reached to try both materials but then wiggled the bunny rabbits ears. "She's gonna love the ears, see the bears lovely but little hands like to grab on and these big floppy ears here, they're something to hold onto! My girl had a bunny, she loved the ears. I reckon you're best with a bunny." he was nodding his head as he listened and promptly put the bear back down. "Well, thank you for that, I'd have ended up gettin' both and being over prepared, got a habit of it." he laughed in passing. "Bunny it is."

"I know a great baby group in the area too, you know new parents are always welcome and it's a great way to get out of the house and make some new friends! I went to it with my daughter and she's just started taking her little boy now. You'll see what I mean but they grow up so darn fast." he had a feeling he'd blink and Alma would be half grown. "I'd appreciate that, I didn't even consider that there might be groups around but anythin' to get outta the house at that stage right? I bet it felt like no time at all huh?" he laughed, walking towards the checkout counter with the older lady. "It felt like no time at all and was worth every minute."

He let her go first, enjoying their chit chat. "I think she'll be worth everythin'. Every second, minute, every last night, the lot." the woman's look softened. "You don't need to spend anymore time wondering whether you're doing a good job or doing any of it right, you already are." It meant a lot to him to hear it, he spent a lot of time wondering if he was doing enough for Agatha, doing this whole thing right, how he'd handle the hopefully baby Alma, being here. He'd do anything for them, anything. The woman handed him a receipt someone had left with the baby group details scribbled on the back. "I look forward to seeing you there with your baby girl!" she smiled sweetly and he returned her kindness with his own offer of carrying her groceries to her car for her. The least he could do.

Truth be told he was excited to get him and show Agatha what he'd got for baby girl, and when he went home he walked through the door with a huge beaming smile and a light grey bunny rabbit comforter in his hand. "How do you feel about Alma?" he blurted out in question since he'd been throwing names at her every day for weeks now, maybe this one would be the one that'd stick.

[jakehawk]

Operation Bulbasaur: Phase One

In which Jake and Renee get locked up by their kids during the Redwood Prom.

@reneebrxndxn

Jake

-It wasn't like Jake had been waiting all night to see Renee at the Prom but really, that was exactly what he had been doing. Sure, he had socialised with other Redwoodians and he was having a good time. But he really wanted to see Renee, all while trying to not seem like that was who he was waiting for. Dealing with the Hawks helped. He was currently following Leo who really wanted to show his Pops something; that something being Renee.-

"Hey."

-Jake said to Renee as Leo said something about needing to find snacks, almost like he had planned this.-

"You look amazing."

Renee Brandon

-after finally getting out of the stupid supply closet, Renee had intended to go back to the prom and try to enjoy herself but opted to hang out in the hall outside of it for a moment to compose herself. She was leaning against the wall, steadying herself when she heard Jake. Her head shot up and she looked over just as Leo disappeared- Hey. -she pushed off the wall a bit to stand up straighter- Thanks, although I don't know if that's completely true right now. You look good... -he really did- ....are you having fun at the prom?

Jake

-He smiled as she complimented him, her opinion meaning more than anyone else's in his mind. He glanced back at the main room of the Community Centre where people mingled and danced-

"Yeah. So far this Prom has been way more fun than my previous one. How about you? You 

having a good time?"

Renee Brandon

Oh, you know, it's prom. It has it's ups and downs. The boys are having fun and everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves, so that's good. -she follows his gaze into the main room before looking back at him- I take it the Hawks are enjoying themselves too. I've heard a lot of laughing children tonight.

Jake

-he noted how she didn't really answer his question but he decided to leave it where it was for now. It's too early in the conversation to bring out their 'safe word'.-

"Yeah, they've been loving this whole night. It's good to see them be kids, y'know? Like Cass and Cody have been hanging out with their friends all night and Leo, Willow and Erin have been dancing up a storm between the three of them."

Renee Brandon

-a smile drifts across her face- It is. I think I even saw Erin dancing with Oliver a few times. I'm glad they're enjoying themselves. -she contemplates whether to ask or not but decides to ask anyway- You dance with anyone tonight?

Jake

"Willow has insisted on a couple of dances but that's it so far. You?"

Renee Brandon

Just the boys. I've been preoccupied with making sure the snack bar is stocked and cleaning up spilled punch.

Jake

-Jake let out a snort-

"So basically you've been taking care of everyone else but yourself. That's not having fun, Renee. For once, let someone else take care of the clean-up."

Renee Brandon

I'm a mom, I can't help it. -she laughs a little as she shrugs- And I like feeling useful. Plus, the less mess there is now, the less mess we have to clean up once everyone heads home for the night.

Jake

-opens his mouth to argue some more about this but realises that will be a waste of time. Instead he shakes his head.-

-Before he can try to divert the conversation in a new direction, Erin runs up to them-

"Quick, you're both gotta come with me! No time to explain!"

-With that, Erin takes off, heading through the crowd and out of the Community Centre. Jake glances at Renee before running after her-

Renee Brandon

-Renee notices how he's about to say something but doesn't. She doesn't think it could be anything to warrant their safe word but she was about to ask when Erin runs up to them. She's running outside and with Jake following after her, she takes a second to remove her heels so she can run after them. Her heart is pounding as her motherly instincts kick in and she worries something might have happened to one of the kids-

Jake

-Jake doesn't wait for Renee to catch up as he chases after Erin. She leads him to the library, standing by the front door for a second to make sure he had followed before ducking inside. He followed her in to find her leading the way to one of the study rooms on the ground floor. In there, he found Cass sat on the floor, her head in her hands.-

"Shit, Cass, honey, what's wrong?"

-Jake crouched next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.-

Renee Brandon

-it takes Renee a minute to catch up, her legs definitely shorter than Jake's, but she follows them inside the library. She quickly spots Cass on the floor and she moves to kneel next to Jake- Honey, are you hurt? What happened?

Jake

-Cass waited until both Jake and Renee were next to her. From outside of the study room, Jake heard Cody yell: now! Cass jumped up to her feet and dashed out of the room. Oliver slammed the door behind her, leaving Jake and Renee alone in the room. Jake could hear a collection of giggles and shouts from the other side of the door, plus the distinct clicking noise of the door being locked.-

"I think we've been tricked."

Renee Brandon

-Renee looked over her shoulder when she heard Cody and was frozen in surprise as Cass ran out and she saw her oldest close the door. It didn't take long to put two and two together and she sighed with a shake of her head.- I think you're right. -she pushes herself to her feet and tries to open the door, not being surprised that it's locked- Oliver....Mom needs you to open this door right now.

Jake

-He doesn't even bother trying to open the door. Instead he walks over to the desk that sits against one of the walls in the room and leans against it to watch Renee negotiate with Oliver-

"Do you think this has anything to do with Operation Bulbasaur?"

Renee Brandon

Sorry, Mom, but Erin said not to let you out just yet. -Renee sighs as she hears the kids run off and goes to sit down at one of the desks.- I think this very much has to do with Operation Bulbasaur. Erin seems to be the ringleader.

Jake

-he shakes his head in disbelief-

"Yeah, makes sense. You know, one day Erin is gonna rule the world and we'll all be at her mercy."

Renee Brandon

I would not put it past her. -she laughs a bit as she leans against the desk and holds her head up- How long do you think they're going to keep us locked in here?

Jake

-He glances at his watch-

"Either they let us out quick to end the prank or they all get distracted by the Prom and we're in here until Lucien gets back and finds us."

Renee Brandon

-Renee looks at the door before back at Jake- I think we might be in the latter category. Pretty sure I heard them run off already.

Jake

-On the one hand, he gets it. The kids had obviously picked up on something happening between Jake and Renee and wanted to do something to help that along. He kinda wished they had thought of a different plan than locking them in a room together but he guessed they had good intentions.-

-On the other hand, Jake didn't want to be locked in this room with Renee all night. Not when they still hadn't fully resolved everything that was going on between them and her with Andy.-

"Don't suppose you've got a deck of cards on you, do ya?"

Renee Brandon

-when he asked about the deck of cards, she laughs and shakes her head- I left them in my other skirt, I'm afraid. -she looks around the room- think there's any paper and pencils in here to play hangman or something?

Jake

-He smiles as she laughs, not stopping himself from showing how much he adores hearing that sound from her. He nearly says something about other things they could do to pass the time but he knows that's a bad idea.-

"Or we could play eye-spy?"

Renee Brandon

Eye spy? -she smiles and huffs a laugh- Yeah, that works. Although I don't know if there's much in here for us to guess.

Jake

"It's either eye spy or we have to create a new game ourselves. Or else we'll have to converse and we both know we're terrible at that!"

Renee Brandon

-she manages a laugh but it sounds a bit more hollow- Yeah....and we used to be good at talking. -she looks around the room- So....I spy with my little eye something......green.

Jake

-he starts looking around the room for something green but stops. He figures 'fuck it'. They're locked in here together, might as well hash things out so to speak.-

"Time out. Circle back to 'we used to be good at talking.' I know things have gotten really complicated between us and I know we're trying our best to navigate our way through all the mess but c'mon. Are things really that bad between us now?"

Renee Brandon

-She breathes out a long, loaded and tired breath- No, that's not.... they're not that bad, Jake. It's been a bad night and I'm one more wrong move away from breaking down, so please.....I spy something green."

Jake

-He studies her for a long moment, weighing up the pros and cons of pushing ahead and trying to get her to open up about why tonight had been so bad for her.-

"Eye-spy is really what's gonna help right now?"

Renee Brandon

Yes? -she pauses because even she doesn't believe that- No? -yet that didn't feel right either and she cradles her face in her hands for a moment as she takes a deep breath- Just so we're clear, getting tricked by our kids to getting locked in the library with each other is not what's made this a bad night.

Jake

-He watches and waits as Renee works through this, whatever this might be. The urge to walk over to her and hold her is strong but he ignores it for now.-

"I can think of much worse ways to spend an evening, for sure. I promise I won't Bulbasaur you right now. We'll play eye-spy, if that is what's gonna help but you can't keep whatever's bothering you bottled up. You know that, right?"

Renee Brandon

Yeah. -she breathes the word out. she eyes him with a grateful stare but he's also right and she knows it- I got locked in a supply closet.....with Ike, which went as well as one might expect. Shortly after I ran into Vi, who Ike had told about what happened and she was under the impression that I had intentionally tried to get him killed which wasn't true, but that doesn't seem to matter because no matter how many times I say it's my fault and try to apologize or make up for it, it's not enough. It's never enough. I say one thing and everything gets worse and I don't know what to do.

Jake

-It turns out he doesn't need to spring their safe word on her since Renee lets the details of her bad night spill with very little prompting. The urge to take her in his arms rises up again, enough to make him move from his perch on the desk to grab a chair and sit next to Renee. He can't hold her but he can be close to her.-

"Fuck the bunch of 'em."

-Had Renee acted foolishly by running into that clinic before it had been cleared? Yes, incredibly so. But there was nothing that could be done to change what had happened.-

"Sometimes all you can do is apologise and the person you apologise doesn't have to accept it. After that point, all you can do is carry on but show you learned from whatever mistake you had to apologise for."

Renee Brandon

-Renee watches him come to sit next to her and she can't help it. She leans against him, her head on his shoulder. He doesn't need to wrap his arm around her and maybe she shouldn't be leaning against him like this but she needs it- Vi thinks I should step down from the Council....and I think she's right. I can't do this, Jake.

Jake

-For less than half a second, his posture freezes as Renee leans into him and puts her head on his shoulder. But he then relaxes, despite himself.-

"Then step down. But do so because it's your own choice and because that's what's best for you and the town."

Renee Brandon

-She breathes out a heavy sigh- What do you think I should do?

Jake

"I think you should give yourself a break, in every sense of the word."

Renee Brandon

-The ghost of a smirk appeared on her face as she rolled her head so she could look up at him - A break, huh? I think you need to teach me what this magical break thing is.

Jake

"Jeez, have you ever let yourself relax? Like ever?"

-He's gently teasing her at this point, hoping that by maybe making her laugh, she'll feel a little better.-

Renee Brandon

-She managed a small laugh- I don't have time for relaxing, Hawk. Have you met our kids?

Jake

"That's why there's this wonderful thing called babysitting in which you get someone you trust to look after your kids for a couple of hours while you look after yourself. C'mon, surely you're heard of it?"

Renee Brandon

Oh I have. In fact, I utilizie that any time I have work to do. -she's smiling a bit more relaxed now- Not sure where I can go, though to get away and relax. There's not many places around town to go that don't remind me of work that needs to be done and outside the walls aren't exactly that relaxing.

Jake

-He can see the more relaxed nature in her smile now and he relaxes a little more himself-

"You need a new hobby. Something to take your mind off of everything else."

Renee Brandon

Well, if you have any brilliant ideas, I am all ears. -she pushes off his shoulder, rolling her shoulders before a shiver runs through her- I am really regretting not wearing something a bit warmer.

Jake

-Without waiting to be asked, Jake shrugs off his jacket and hands it to her-

"That's what you get for choosing fashion over function."

Renee Brandon

-she eyes him as he shrugs off his jacket and hands it to her- In my defense, I thought I would be chasing Oliver and Henry around the whole community center. -she takes the jacket and loops her arm through the sleeves to slide it on over her- Thank you. I'll give it back whenever we're freed.

Jake

"Yeah, best laid plans and all that. I'd offer to run laps around the room with you but I can't imagine how we'd explain that if someone other than our kids find us in here!"

Renee Brandon

Honestly, I think if someone caught you running laps around here, people might not question it as much. -she breathed out as she curled her hands into his sleeves to keep them warm- I don't think we'll have to worry about that. It's quite believable that our kids locked us in the library together. Just a shame we'll miss the rest of the prom.

Jake

"What do you think we're missing right now? What gossip is being made right now that we'll hear about tomorrow?"

Renee Brandon

-Renee hummed as she sat back in her chair- I don't know. I don't pay much attention to town gossip. But people are probably getting drunk, I'm sure someone has snuck off with someone to hook up, Cole got into a fight with someone so he might be looking for round two.....oh yeah, and they'll crown Cass and Sol as prom king and queen. What about you? What do you think?

Jake

"OK, back up: who's sneaking off with who to hook up? The weirder the combo, the better!"

Renee Brandon

Hmmmm..... -she taps her chin with her the edge of his jacket- Zack and Ike. That would be volatile as hell.

Jake

"Oof, OK. Yeah, you're right: volatile as all hell! Alright, who's fighting who? Apart from Cole since you've already mentioned him."

Renee Brandon

Oh no, I chose who is sleeping with who. You get to choose who is fighting who.

Jake

"Alright. Fine. In that case... Fleet and Cass but it's not a fist fight, it's a singing fight and it's real close between the two of them!"

Renee Brandon

Oh, that would be fun to see. Too bad we're stuck in here and missing it. -she laughs a little as her arm drops back to hugging herself- What other gossip do you think we're missing?

Jake

"Someone's made David laugh and I'm not there to see it. Nicki and Val are playing a drinking game and getting way too competitive about it. Cian and Cass are having a pun-off and it's a tight race."

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs, leaning her elbow on the desk and cradling her head as she watches his face- Sounds like one hell of a party. Too bad we're missing it.

Jake

"Yeah, well, there's not much we can do about that unless we're willing to wreck a door and then explain that to Lucien in the morning."

Renee Brandon

Yeah, I don't feel like being on the wrong side of Lucien's wrath. -she hums her laugh as she sits up- Too bad there's not music in here. We could throw our own little mini prom in here.

Jake

"Neither do I."

-He laughs too.-

"I'd offer to sing but that would only put a damper on things, believe me!"

Renee Brandon

Oh, you can't be that bad of a singer.

Jake

"I'm not about to demonstrate now so don't even try it!"

Renee Brandon

Oh, pleaasseee. -she pleads and gives him her best puppy dog face-

Jake

"Ugh, the puppy dog eyes! How dare you!"

-He crosses his arms and shakes his head-

"The only person I'll sing for is Erin and that's only because she doesn't yet know how flat I am."

Renee Brandon

-she lays it on him a bit more, waiting to see if he'll crack- Please......

Jake

"Jeez! Fine! But you can't watch me. I know that makes no sense; just humour me."

Renee Brandon

Okay, okay. -she smiles victoriously as she turns in her seat so her back is to him and waits patiently for him to start singing-

Jake

-At least she honoured his request by turning her back to him. He turns in his seat too so they're now back to back. He shakes his head as he takes in a deep breath and considers what the hell he's going to sing. After disregarding the first few songs that come to mind, Jake starts to sing 'Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now' by Starship. Was it a cheesy as all hell song? Yeah but it was a classic and he's kinda hoping Renee will join in to sing along with him to hide how bad he thinks he is-

Renee Brandon

-Renee sits patiently, watching out the window as she waits for Jake to sing. Then he starts singing and she bites down on her lower lip as she listens to him. He's not bad at all and she enjoys his singing in silence while swaying in her seat to the song-

Jake

-He can feel her swaying along to the song as he sings and he takes that as a good sign, that maybe he's not so bad at singing after all. Not that he'll be singing karaoke in the Community Centre any time soon. When he reaches the part when the woman singer takes over, he nudges Renee with his elbow, indicating that's her cue to join in-

Renee Brandon

-she's been humming along but she's caught off guard when he nudges her- Me? -he can't see it but she's blushing. She takes a minute to recall the words before very softly taking over the song-

Jake

"Yeah, you."

-He grins as she starts to sing, her voice soft but he can hear every note in the silence of the rest of the room. After a couple of moments of just listening, he starts to smack his hands on his thighs as if he was playing drums to accompany her. When she reaches the chorus, he joins in with singing along with her-

Renee Brandon

-she looks over her shoulder at him as she sings, wishing she could see his face and see if she was as bad as she thought she was. but he doesn't laugh or do anything except starting to play the drums on his legs, which she takes as a good sign and keeps singing even when he joins back in-

Jake

-This is going better than Jake could have ever expected. Not that he was planning on a repeat performance any time soon. They reached the end of the song and Jake clapped his hands-

"Not too shabby, huh?"

Renee Brandon

-as the song ends and he claps she laughs and turns around- Yeah, not too shabby. You're not a bad singer, by the way.

Jake

-He's conflicted about her compliment. He wants all the praise he can get but at the same, he can't quite believe she means it, just saying it to be nice, even though he knows Renee wouldn't bullshit him for the sake of it.-

"Thanks. You're good, you know?"

Renee Brandon

You don't have to lie, you know. I cannot carry a tune. You only think I sounded good because you were singing.

Jake

-He turns in his seat so he can face her with the look of disbelief he's currently wearing-

"You think I'd lie to you?"

Renee Brandon

-Renee sits up a bit and quickly realizes what it was she said- Oh....no, that's not what I meant. I just meant that..... -she smiles awkwardly and shifts in her seat- Gimme a second to pull my foot out of my mouth.

Jake

-Almost immediately his face softens and he gives her a gentle smile instead-

"Just take the compliment, Brandon."

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs awkwardly but in relief- Alright, fine. I will take the compliment.

Jake

"Alright, good."

-He gives her a smile and looks back around the room before letting out a chuckle-

"Back to eye spy?"

Renee Brandon

-she glances around when he does and nods- You still haven't guessed what I saw that is green.

Jake

-He looks around the room, really looks, trying to spot this green thing. He doesn't spot it yet so time to make a wild guess-

"Tree?"

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs as she shakes her head- Nope, try again.

Jake

"Frog?"

Renee Brandon

Close, but no.

Jake

"Don't tell me there's a Bulbasaur in here?"

Renee Brandon

I mean, the voice of Bulbasaur is, but no, there's not one in here. -she laughs as she shakes her head-

Jake

"But I wasn't actually Bulbasaur, I was Harry who's consciousness got swapped into a Bulbasaur- You know what? That's not important. Something green, something green, that's like a frog but not a frog."

Renee Brandon

Oh trust me, I know. Oliver would watch that movie on repeat, if he could. -she laughs as he keeps looking- Do you give up?

Jake

"Do I look like the kind of guy to give up so easy? A toad? The Incredible Hulk? Other such green things!"

Renee Brandon

-Renee was laughing harder and harder with each thing he named off. She shook her head as she felt how warm her face was- You can't just give some blanket statement like that! That's cheating!

Jake

"Why not? Who said it was cheating? How dare you?"

-At this point, he's just saying stuff to make Renee laugh more-

Renee Brandon

-Renee can't even get a word out, she is laughing that hard. She has the bury her face in her hands because she's laughing and struggling to breathe but in a good way- You are ridiculous!

Jake

-Jake is now laughing too. It feels refreshing for the two of them to be laughing like this.-

"Fine! I've run out of green things. What is it?"

Renee Brandon

-Renee takes a minute to compose herself before holding up a finger while standing up. She walks over to one of the desks and picks up a green pen that was sitting on top of it- Tada!

Jake

-He watches as Renee pulls herself together and walks across the room. He groans loudly as she picks up the pen.

"How was I supposed to see that tiny thing from here?!"

Renee Brandon

-Renee puts it down and starts laughing again - I'm a mother, Jake. I see everything.

Jake

-Jake grins as Renee starts to laugh again. It's a sound he'll never tire of after all.-

"Everything? You didn't see how our kids were gonna trick us and lock us in together."

-He cants his head to one side and clicks his tongue.-

"Not that I saw it coming either so I shouldn't mention that ever again!"

Renee Brandon

You're right, you didn't see that either. And it was your little mastermind that came up with it. -her laughter quiets just a bit as she nudges him- Your turn.

Jake

-He acknowledges the fact it was his kid behind the plan with a short hum, his lips briefly setting in a thin line. But he shrugs that off and starts looking around the room for his object to spy-

"Considering you see everything, I'm guessing you're gonna get it in, like, one guess. I'd bet on it, actually!"

Renee Brandon

Oh yeah? What are you willing to bet? -she doesn't think she will but if he wants to make things interesting, why not?-

Jake

"A dance."

-The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. Dancing led to certain things the last time they tried it, the same certain things Jake was trying his best not to think about.-

Renee Brandon

-Renee ponders it for a moment. It could be a bad idea, but they were alone in here. Where was the harm in that?- You're on

Jake

-He grins as she accepts the wager-

"So, in that case! I spy with my beady little eye, something that's... yellow."

Renee Brandon

-Renee ponders in thought as she glances around the room. Her eyes are scanning for anything remotely yellow- The glow of the lights from the community center?

Jake

-He looks smug-

"Nope!"

Renee Brandon

Damn. -she looks around again- My hair?

Jake

-He continues to look smug as he shakes his head-

Renee Brandon

You know because you bet I would get it on the first try that I technically win this bet, right? -she laughs a little as she looks around- The book on the top shelf?

Jake

"You might have won the bet but you haven't yet won this round of eye-spy because that's your third wrong guess."

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughed as she shook her head- Alright, I give up. What is it?

Jake

"You didn't even list all the possible yellow things it might be!"

-He gets to his feet and walks over to the bookcase on one side of the room. There he picks up the yellow object: a small rubber ducky-

"I can't believe you didn't see this!"

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs as she watches him walk victoriously over to the rubber ducky- Maybe I cheated and didn't say it so I could win the bet. -she was teasing, of course-

Jake

-He hands her the ducky-

"I reckon you should keep that as a souvenir for prom night. Did you really cheat? And here I was thinking you're an upstanding citizen!"

Renee Brandon

I will treasure it forever. -she laughs as she takes the ducky and shakes her head- No, I didn't. I'm just as fallible as anyone else.

Jake

"Well, you won the bet. You want your prize now or..."

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs under her breath as she sets the rubber duckie down on the desk and stands up- I think now is a good as time as any.

Jake

"I just wanna make it clear: I'm not singing and dancing at the same time, OK?"

Renee Brandon

-she laughs and shakes her head- That's fine, I can live with that. But I do get to ask what song you're singing in your head so I at least know what rhythm you're imagining.

Jake

"Will 'What's Up' by the 4 Non-Blonds work for you?"

Renee Brandon

Yeah, that'll work just fine. -she laughs as she wraps her arms around his shoulders gently-

Jake

-He makes sure to put his hands in perfectly respectable places and they start swaying together to the imaginary music.-

"Having fun?"

Renee Brandon

Yes, loads of fun. -she smiles as she sways with him. She does feel a bit silly dancing to non-existent music but it fits with Jake- You?

Jake

-She seems to mean it when she says she's having fun. He gives her a smirk-

"Considering nothing has gone to plan for tonight, I wouldn't change a thing."

Renee Brandon

Nothing? And what did you have planned tonight?

Jake

"Getting tricked by my kids wasn't on my itinerary."

Renee Brandon

Really? That's shocking.-She laughs- what was on your itinerary?

Jake

"Hmm, let's see..."

-Jake is about to list the various activities he had hoped to indulge in tonight but the sound of someone running down the corridor outside, followed by someone banging on the locked door interrupted him-

"YOU BANGING YET?"

-Erin yells followed by the sound of her laughter. The sound of more rapidly approaching footsteps echo down the corridor as the rest of the kids join Erin on the other side of the door.-

"How many times do I have to ask you to stop asking that?"

-Jake yelled back to his youngest. He looked back at Renee-

"I'm so sorry about her."

Renee Brandon

-It took Renee a second to register what Erin yelled. When it did, her face turned beat red and she covered her mouth to stifle the laughter- Did you teach her that?

Jake

-For half a moment, Jake is appalled that Renee would ask him that. But then he remembers that, actually, it's pretty on brand for him.-

"No, I didn't."

-He goes over to the door and tries the door handle again. It's still locked-

"You gonna let us out?"

-There was a scuffle on the other side of the door, with raised voices between the kids as they argued about whether or not to let their parents out.-

"Do you promise we're not in trouble if we do?"

"I'll promise that if all of you promise to never try anything like this again."

-Jake glances over at Renee to see if she wants to add anything as the kids discussed the terms of the agreement some more-

Renee Brandon

-Renee can't help herself and laughs as she watches Jake walk over to the door. She can hear the kids on the outside as they discuss their next steps. So she walks up next to Jake- You have until three to open this door. One.....two...... -she smirks at Jake victoriously as the door unlocks and opens-

Jake

-Jake is impressed as Renee uses her stern mom voice. As if on cue, the door is finally unlocked and it swings open. Jake is now faced with his Hawks and Renee's kiddos. The majority of the kids look fairly sheepish. Except Erin. Because of course she looks as proud as punch about this whole thing.-

"We're gonna have a talk about the pitfalls of imprisoning people against their wills, Squirt."

-He tells Erin who just grins up at him, no regrets to be seen in her demeanour as she starts to fill her Pops in what he had missed-

"Willow gave Mr David a flower crown and he wore it."

Renee Brandon

-Renee turns her attention to the other side of the door as it opens and she gives her boys the look. But she softens and holds her arms out so her boys can run up and hug her- Sorry, Mommy -her boys said it unison and she shakes her head as she kisses the top of her head. She picks up Henry as Erin tells Jake about David and she can't help but laugh- You should go see if he's still wearing it. I don't think you'll want to miss it.

Jake

"You gonna be OK?"

-Jake blurts the question out before considering how Renee was obviously going to be OK but he doesn't take it back.-

Renee Brandon

-the questions catches her off guard and she gives him a smile with how sweet he is- I'm probably going to take these guys home. Henry has tired eyes. But, uh....I feel better. You go have fun.

Jake 

-Not for the first time tonight, Jake is nearly overwhelmed by the want to take Renee into his arms. He resists and instead gives her a smile.-

"Thanks for the dance."

-With that, he turns his attention back to his kids.-

"Take me to the flower crowns!"

[itsbigal]

the  whole  interaction  was  random  ,  chaotic  and  spontaneous  in  nature  ,  beginning  with  a  spilled  drink  but  ending  somewhere  completely  different  .  not  a  stupid  girl  ,  she  took  each  moment  as  it  came  and  this  interaction  was  just  another  one  of  them  ,  not  taking  the  promises  of  seeing  each  other  again  to  heart  because  she  knew  how  flimsy  such  promises  could  be  when  made  at  events  like  this  .  in  the  end  ,  they  were  both  strangers  ,  just  happening  to  wander  into  each  others  lives  in  this  one  given  moment  and  they  could  just  as  easily  exit  and  disappear  into  the  night  ,  oblivious  to  each  others  existence  as  they  had  been  before  (  alara  still  not  realising  how  known  to  the  other  she  was  )  .  gaze  follows  as  he  slides  off  the  shoe  ,  the  handshake  fallen  away  as  the  piece  of  footwear  joins  her  collection  and  also  her  attire  tonight  ,  fingertips  coiling  around  the  object  .  free  hand  moves  as  fingertips  brush  the  top  and  then  knock  gently  on  the  edge  ,  "  sensible  shoes  .  you  know  what  they  say  about  those  …    "  a  pause  as  her  smile  turns  from  contemplative  to  silly  ,  "  they  belong  to  the  least  sensible  people  .  "

even  then  in  those  first  moments  of  knowing  each  other  ,  her  intuition  told  her  that  there  was  more  to  the  man  than  what  he  was  presenting  .  each  person  was  full  of  layers  ,  even  her  ,  big  al  the  surface  but  the  little  girl  who  had  grown  up  in  the  shadow  of  her  parents  still  hidden  beneath  .  it  was  nice  to  be  seen  and  selfishly  ,  for  once  she  felt  she  was  doing  more  than  just  taking  up  a  character  to  flatter  others  .  her  personality  was  pleasing  ,  giving  ,  often  she  fell  into  a  pattern  of  self  protection  , full  of  encouragement  for  others  .  after  what  had  happened  with  shayla  she  had  been  mortified  but  after  what  happened  with  abel  …  she  had  been  broken  .  she  never  wanted  to  be  broken  again  .  instead  she  wanted  entertainment  ,  fun  ,  didn't  mind  being  the  centre  of  attention  as  big  al  because  she  knew  there  was  nowhere  left  to  run  or  hide  .  her  gaze  on  tristan  as  she  lowers  the  shoe  ,  her  lips  pressed  together  as  she  exhales  wondering  how  long  such  a  connection  can  last  .  a  wavering  moment  ,  "  leave  it  up  to  me  ,  then  ,  "  she  says  ,  already  having  turned  over  her  phone  number  in  moments  prior  ,  a  clear  invitation  to  make  contact  (  although  she  assumed  he  would  not  ,  she  could  be  wrong  )  .

she  closes  more  space  between  them  ,  thoughts  mainly  inspired  by  the  fact  the  night  was  leading  onwards  and  she  wondered  if  sometimes  there  was  too  much  of  a  good  thing  .  their  conversation  was  fun  but  it  was  often  the  getting  to  know  someone  for  too  long  ,  the  lead  on  that  led  to  disappointment  ,  a  crushing  feeling  of  almost  having  something  special  .  "  but  if  we  don't  find  each  other  again  ,  "  she  says  gently  ,  her  free  arm  snaking  up  around  his  neck  and  bridging  the  closeness  between  them  ,  their  faces  inches  apart  ,  gaze  meeting  without  question  of  intensity  .  had  she  felt  a  spark  ?  maybe  ,  but  she  felt  sparkles  everywhere  she  went  .  life  was  full  of  magic  and  wonder  ,  it  had  to  be  to  keep  you  going  …  her  mouth  an  inch  or  so  from  his  as  if  she  considered  pressing  their  lips  together  to  seal  a  kiss  .  her  gaze  flickers  and  lips  press  onwards  into  a  smile  instead  ,  when  she  continues  ,  "  at  least  we  have  tonight  .  it  might  have  been  our  short  lived  destiny  ,  sir  ,  "  last  address  added  as  a  joke  more  than  anything  .  she  presses  the  edge  of  his  shoe  into  his  chest  as  a  gesture  of  acknowledgement  .  did  she  believe  in  destiny  ?  truly  ,  she  did  .  but  that  didn't  mean  that  she  believed  this  was  a  part  of  the  universes  masterplan  .  some  things  were  just  random  .

❛ true , i should be the one trying to impress you , shouldn't i ? ❜ tristan pressed his lips together , bringing a hand up , he tapped at his chin as if he was in deep thought . ❛ okay , fine . i'll take you to dinner . i'll even take you to one of my favorite places . it's very sacred to me , a huge deal . my way of treating someone of your caliber in the way they should be treated . ❜ tristan was just messing around , their conversation going back and forth in a flowing way . despite how nervous tristan found himself around the women . although , taking big al to dinner , practically a date . . . if anyone was winning , he was . maybe this whole met gala thing wasn't the worst idea after all ? one thing he could thank his family for for forcing him into going . the chance to meet girls way out of his league . ❛ hey , i'll even get us an appetizer and dessert . bringing out all the stops . ❜ the smile never left the brunettes face as his eyes stayed glued to the girl in front of him . tristan wasn't the most known person in the industry . he 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 really a top celebrity and the arena he was in wasn't exactly the most popular thing in the world . it's was nice to be able to say he was a professional skateboarder but only skateboarders knew who skateboarders were . only people that found the sport interesting , took the time too look it all up . it wasn't something people were almost forced to digest because of how 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 it was . ( unless you were the iconic tony hawk . ) who tristan was not .

on top of that , tristan's music was something he was only just now slowly pushing . so her not knowing who he was , it didn't phase him . he was just honored that she was interested enough to continue to speak to him . even if country wasn't really his type of music , he 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 it and found alara endearing . talented along with the energy he felt all her fans got from her despite not actually knowing the women for themselves . did he know about the infamous twitter video ? yes . . . to be fair , he knew abel as well . that being said , none of that really made any difference to tristan . he had far too many skeletons in his closet to really judge . it all rolled of his shoulders . he also was the type of person that didn't really let outside perspectives 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄 his own thoughts . stuck in his own ways . ⏤ ❛ well , first⏤ ❜ he began , walking around the spilt drink so he was be her side . putting his hand out to shake hers . ❛ it's very nice to meet you , ❜ and he meant that . every fanboys dream . ❛ second , give me a shot and maybe you'll feel like you're also getting something out of this . that's all i ask . ❜ letting go of her hand , he couldn't help but laugh . the whole thing seeming wild to him . but this was definitely going to be his 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 move he pulled . instead of giving her his name , he kneeled down and pulled off his shoe . standing back up with it , leaving him in one shoe and a sock . ❛ third , you know how the story goes . once the clock strikes twelve , this is gonna be your only clue . ❜ tristan continued , handing over the shoe . ❛ the rest is up to you . ❜ although , he was one hundred percent going to text her if she didn't actually find him . . . he couldn't let the number go to waste . . .

[futfemfantasies]

Reunited At Last - Vicky Losada x Reader

Request: “For vicky losada say reader and vicky were together when they started in Spanish national team and then split up then reader just joins city and has a reuinion with vicky and then they say the missed each other and got back together then kissed”

I hope you enjoy it!!

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You and Vicky were inseparable. You both met when you joined Barcelona in 2010. You two instantly being joined at the hip and always following the other around like a lost puppy. You were the unofficial couple before you both recognised your feelings after an important game in which you got hurt badly. When you were recovering from surgery Vicky was by your side. She denied playing for the national team (much to your protest) in a few small competitions just so she could be home with you while you recovered from your broken back. Vicky told you that she isn’t starting her national team journey without you. Through the years, you eventually moved in together and got a dog together. You two were the it couple at Barca, the fans decided to call you to the power couple of the team.

After a comfortable win against Real Madrid at home, you and Vicky grabbed your bags and went to your car, ready for a night of movies and cuddles in bed. You opened the trunk and put your bag in before grabbing Vicky’s.

“Thank you mi amor” She says as she kisses your cheek as you hold open the car door.

You get in and buckle your seatbelt when Vicky quickly unbuckles hers.

“I left something in my locker, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod and Vicky pecks your lips quickly.

While you wait, Vicky’s phone buzzes from the centre console and you check it to see it’s from someone named ‘Rose’. You read the text and you cannot believe your eyes.

Rose: You have to tell her Vick. The longer you wait, the longer it’ll hurt her

You look up and see Vicky running towards the car so you put the phone back where you found it. In less than 5 minutes, Vicky got back into the car with red cheeks and breathing heavy.

“Did you win the race babe?” You tease and she sends you a glare.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting”

When you arrive home, Vicky takes both of your bags inside and you announce you are having a shower, even though you had one at the stadium. You get into the shower and begin to cry. Surely Vicky wouldn’t cheat on you, she wouldn’t have the heart to. You stand under the hot water thinking about what the text could mean when you feel a hand touch your arm.

“Babe, you’ve been in the shower for a while. Are you okay? Is it your back?”

“I’m okay Vick”

“Let’s get you all dry and warm so we can go cuddle”

You get dry and changed into your favourite winter pyjamas and cuddle up to Vicky in bed. You contemplate asking Vicky about the text but you want her to tell you when she’s ready. A few days later, Vicky still hadn’t mentioned anything and it was eating up at you inside so you decided to ask Vicky about it.

¨Hey mi amor, can I ask you something?” You ask as you lean on the bench behind where Vicky is cooking breakfast.

“Sure babe, what’s up?”

“Who’s Rose?” Vicky tenses up and drops the spatula she was holding.

“I can explain, if you’ll let me”

“Go on”

“She’s my agent. I recently got an offer for Manchester City and it’s too good to turn down. I didn’t have a manager before so I had to find one as I don’t know how to do transfers myself”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” You whisper as your eyes brim with tears.

“It’ll only be for a year or two, at the max. You can join me over there if someone leaves” You hug her tightly and silently cry on her shoulder.

“Don’t cry princesa. We’ll call everyday and Skype too okay?” You nod and lift your head to look at her. Vicky wipes your tears and kisses your forehead.

“When do you leave?”

“At the end of the season” You nod as there was only 4 more games in the season left.

The day finally came when Vicky was moving to Manchester. You dreaded this day as anyone would if their partner of 5 years was moving to a different country. You put the last bag in the trunk and close it up, just as Vicky was coming out of the house.

“All set babe?”

“Yeah” Vicky answers as she looks back at the house where you two created so many memories.

Around 40 minutes later, you park the car the entrance of the airport and it all suddenly becomes real. You both get out and get Vicky’s two massive suitcases from the trunk. You both look at each other before kissing each other goodbye and having the longest hug you two have ever shared.

“I love you”

“I love you more princesa”

Eventually after another kiss and long hug, you two part ways and you watch Vicky walk into the airport until you can’t see her in the mix of people. A few hours later, you get a phone call from Vicky saying she’s in the apartment the team helped her find and that it’s freezing cold.

The first few months being away were the hardest. You’d call everyday and Skype every other day but nothing helped. Soon, those daily phone calls turned into every few days and Skype calls were a rare occasion. With you and Alexia being the new faces of Barca, you’ve been super busy with interviews and filming promo videos for different products. You finish filming a Camp Nou kitchen episode with Alexia when you see you have a text from Vicky.

Mi amor ❤️: I’m sorry to do this over text but i think i would cry too much if i told you. I’m breaking up with you y/n. I’m so sorry it has to be this way. I didn’t cheat on you or find someone better, no one will be better than you. It’s just with everything going on here and you and Lex promoting Barca, we just need to focus on our careers right now. I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll always love you. ~ V

You just stare at your phone reading the same six words over again, I’m breaking up with you y/n. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to look up at Alexia with tears threatening to spill. She looked down at your phone and instantly knew what was happening. Alexia guided you to her car and that’s where the dam broke. Alexia comforted you the best she could but she knew she needed reinforcements. You ended up selling Vicky and your house and sending her the rest of her stuff. Alexia asked you to move in with her and you two had the time of your lives. For the next 3 years, you two were the it girls at Barca, both focusing on your club and career and not any relationships or one night stands. That was until you got called into a meeting after training one day. Alexia reassured you that everything was going to be fine but you didn’t know if you believed her.

You walk in and are met by Jonatan who takes you into the meeting room. You also see your agent sitting down so this is never a good sign. They explain to you that Manchester City and them have come to an arrangement that you will be transferred for Lucy Bronze for good. You have no say in this so you listen to them and read the contract before signing. You get told that you need to tell the girls now as the club is to announce it in the coming days. You nod and walk back to the training field, trying to pull yourself together so nothing looks suspicious. You look up and lock eyes with Alexia and motion for her to move to the side so you can tell her privately. After some tears and hugs were shared, you two walk over to the rest of the girls that are curious on what happened.

“I have some news to tell you and just so you know, I had nothing to do with this. I don’t really want to do it but I have to. I’ve been transferred to Manchester City”

You can hear the multiple gasps and looks amongst everyone that it was shocking for them as well. Some of your teammates cry and tell you they’ll support you wherever you go and you say the same.

“When do you leave?” Pina asks the dreaded question on everyone’s mind.

“On Monday”

“Right ladies, group dinner at Y/N’s and mine tonight, 7pm” The girls all accepted and everyone went back to the locker rooms to get their bags before going home.

You and Alexia quickly go to the grocery store to get things for a barbecue before going home and cooking and cleaning. After making the living room and kitchen clean, you two start marinating and cooking some of the meat. You race upstairs to get changed and you hear the doorbell ring. You run downstairs since Alexis is cooking and open it to see all your teammates. You welcome them inside and the immediately go outside where Alexia is. You stay behind in the kitchen to get all the glasses you can find and look out of the window at your teammates being silly nd enjoying themselves. You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you try to blink away the rest. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn around to see Mapi.

“You don’t want to go?”

“You guys are my family. Without you, I have no one” You say as you tear up again.

“That’s not true and you know it. There’s a few Spanish girls on your new team and Vicky is too” Your eyes widen at your exes name. You completely forgot about the team she was now playing on.

“Shit Maps, I can’t see her again”

“Well you’re going to have to suck it up because you’re on her team now”

You spent the night talking, laughing and sharing fun and stupid memories with your best friends until Mariona remembered most of them have photoshoots to do tomorrow. When the girls left, you and Alexia sat on the floor in the lounge room and figured out a plan to face Vicky. Your dog Milo comes and puts himself in your lap, facing Alexia. Nala comes trotting in and does the same thing with Alexia.

The next few days consists of you and Alexia sorting out what things can be shipped and what things can go with you when you leave tomorrow. Your phone buzzes at a notification that you were tagged in from Manchester City and some women’s sport account about some transfer. You see in your dm’s that you have a lot of girls from Manchester City saying that are excited to be playing with you and can’t wait to meet you. You knew from the messages that you are not going to have a problem fitting in. You text Leila and ask her if it’s okay that she still picks you up from the airport and she assures you it’s okay.

You hear a knock on the door and Alexia pokes her head in asking if you’re ready to go. You look at your room and slowly nod your head. You pick up your backpack and duffel bag before walking out to Alexia’s car that your suitcases are already in. The drive to the airport was silent, but a comfortable silence. You get out of the car and get your bags from the back seat while Alexia gets your two massive suitcases from the trunk. You just know you’ll have to pay extra when checking them in because of their weight. You give your best friend a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug that lasts a few minutes. A car honking behind you makes you both jump and pull away laughing.

“Go and show them what you can do, then come back” Alexia jokes.

“You’ll be fine Al, you have Jenni and the girls here” Alexia nods with a frown on her face.

“I’ll see you in champions league okay?”

“Text me when you land” Alexia pleads.

“Always, see you later Al”

“See you later y/n/n” Alexia says through her tears.

2 hours after leaving your best friend, you finally get on the plane for the nearly 3 hours plane ride to Manchester. After collecting your bags at the terminal you walk through the doors to see Leila and Laia waiting for you. You run as best as you can over to your national teammates and hug them the best you can, with your bags falling everywhere. Laia takes your duffel bag while Leila takes one of your suitcases and you three start walking to the car. The girls were dressed in their Man City kit so you assumed they just finished training.

“Did you just finish training?”

“Nope, just starting. The girls wanted to meet you and see you again for some” Laia whispered at the end but you still heard it anyways.

Around 30 minutes later you arrived at the training ground and it was nicer than you expected. You met all the girls then you see one you’ve been avoiding for 3 years.

“Hey, can we talk?” Vicky asks.

“When everything finishes here we can okay?” She nods and you get your boots out for your first training session.

After the training session, the girls are amazed with your skills and can definitely see you being an important asset to the team, especially at Champions League time. You get most of the girls’ numbers and promise to meet up for coffee tomorrow. You walk out of the locker room when someone grabs your arm. You turn around to see those eyes you’ve been missing for 3 years.

“Can we talk please?” Vicky asks.

You both sit down on the locker room seats and you put you hoodie on since it is cold.

“I don’t know how to start these things but I want to say I’m really sorry mi amor. It was stupid of me and I should’ve talked it through with you instead of breaking up with you. I’m so sorry Y/N” You move closer to Vicky and hold her hands.

“I’m not mad at you because I was partially to blame too. I miss you Vick”

“I miss you too Y/N”

Before you know it, Vicky’s lips are on yours and you melt into the kiss, just like you did 3 years ago. The kiss gets intense quickly and Vicky is pulling you onto her lap. Her hands trail up your back and softly rub your skin. After a while, you both pull away with both your foreheads leaning against each other’s. You look into her eyes and all the love from your relationship floods back and you want nothing more than to be back in her arms for good.

“Be mine again?” Vicky whispers.

“I want nothing more mi amor” You say before kiss her again.

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The Bad Batch x Pregnant!Reader HCs

Individually x Female!Reader || pure fluff ✨☁️✨

no Crosshair in this one; it’s a personal HC that he’s not down with having kids, so I won’t be writing him in this situation :)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

Echo ↴

When you told him — it’s a little bit of a surprise. You two had talked about definitely wanting kids and being parents together, but Echo was never sure it was a possibility. He worries that the experimentations on him might’ve changed some things to make it impossible for the two of you, but he was proved wrong when you showed up with a positive. / “wait- really?” Echo asks with a smile already growing. / “yeah! Isn’t that- are you happy?” You suddenly worry. / “Of course!” He reassured you, taking you in his arms, “I just wasn’t sure I had it in me,” he blushes immediately after he admits it. / You smile wide and kiss him, “well you did it, I’m officially carrying Echo 2.0,” you giggle. / “we are not naming them Echo,” he chuckles, “can you imagine: Echo?” He tries to imitate Hunter, “yes? Yes?“ / You both laugh before just spending a little time together cuddling and taking in the moment.

Wants to document everything — Echo really wants to have memories to look back on, and that means not missing an opportunity to take a holo-photo or video. Every stage of the trimester he wants a picture of your tummy so that when the pregnancy is over you can look back and see the baby bump get bigger gradually. Of course, you tell him "only the tummy, don't get my face, Echo...," but he always takes a full picture. / When you tell him that you can feel the baby moving he immediately grabs his datapad with all the pictures and videos so he can record it. However, when you ask him if he wants to feel, he pauses for a moment trying to figure out how he'll still be able to record it if his hand is on your tummy. / You giggle at his contemplating expression, "I'll take it, Love," you reach out for the datapad and Echo blushes a little. / "Right, thanks," he chuckles, scootching a little closer to you and softly placing his hand on you. / You begin to understand why he wants to document everything the moment you see his face light up at feeling a little kick against his hand.

Learns to keep up with the mood changes — you’re not used to having this kind of boost in your emotions, so at first, you talk it out with Echo, explaining how you don’t feel like yourself, you feel annoying, and it kind of worries you. He helps to remind you that right now your body is going through something really incredible and really taxing on you, and it’s okay to feel a little lost and overwhelmed in it all. He’s there to work through it all with you, holding your hand or giving you space, whichever you need in the moment. He doesn’t get offended if you’re a bit more grumpy or snappy than usual. Or if you’re more easily emotional, saddened, or clingy. Echo seriously takes it like a champ and helps to centre the both of you. // The hardest part is getting everyone else on the same page sometimes: There was one time Wrecker accidentally helped himself to your craving snack that Echo keeps stocked and when you found out it wasn’t pretty. / “I told you, if you’re not ready to challenge her, don’t steal her snacks, Wrecker,” Echo sighs, rolling his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he watches Wrecker walk away like a wounded puppy. / “yeah, but,” Wrecker sniffles, “she didn’t have to say that.”

Does some research, but goes off feeling — Echo is definitely the kind of guy to consult a "what to expect when expecting" book, but overall he wants to make sure that he's most attentive to you and what you're experiencing. He doesn't see pregnancy as a linear thing for everyone. Even if he doesn't know a lot about it, he knows it can be experienced differently, so you are the primary source. He always checks in with a very specific "how are you doing/feeling today?" style question at some point during the day. / He doesn’t do it in an annoying way though, he does it so he can keep a mental list of things that seemed to help and things that seemed to make it worse. That way if you respond with “my feet really hurt today” he remembers what helped last time (because he asked) and can suggest it. // However if you both have no idea of a good remedy or what something means, it’s back to the book.

Doesn't mind shopping for you — Echo has zero shame walking into a store or going to the planet’s local market at 2a.m. all because you were craving something. He doesn’t mind buying you more flowy outfits so you feel more comfortable as your baby bump gets bigger, and he absolutely will negotiate with a sales clerk to make sure you get the right one that you wanted.

Tech ↴

When you told him — he’s actually really excited! Most likely you’ve been trying for a while, because it’s not a surprise or shock. You two definitely planned to become parents, so when you tell him that you’re finally pregnant he’s really excited about it! He’s kind of speechless, until he blurts out, “that’s absolutely fantastic information!” and hugs you. He immediately begins trying to plan things out, and that means years in advance. When he tells you about it, you have to giggle, but you know that he’s just really excited about it and like to have things planned as much as possible. He’s also beyond ecstatic to have someone to teach, someone who will ask questions, etc.

Way out of his league for once — while he’s really happy about your pregnancy, he soon realises that he surprisingly doesn’t know much on the subject. Likewise, he realises that he won’t be able to experience it with you and he’ll be largely and observer of the situation. Which coming from the community of Kamino + having The Bad Batch, he’s not used to simply watching instead of being in the action equally. / So, Tech has a bit of a tough time adjusting to the situation especially when it gets to the more obvious stages (baby bump really showing) and the more difficult stages (pains / aches / sleepless nights). He wants to help, but feels kind of useless, especially when you say “it’s okay, it’ll pass in a second,” about pains or “you don’t have to get up, get some sleep, Honey” about sleepless nights. Something you’ve noticed is Tech tends to isolate, he’s working on the Marauder a lot more, or staying in his makeshift workshop where he can fix stuff. Even the other boys have noticed this change and try to figure out what’s going on. You figure it has something to do with him having to be on the sidelines more than he’s used to.

↳ when you make your way out to the Marauder, you find Tech tinkering with something or other in the driver’s chair. “Okay,” you announce yourself, drawing his attention, he spins around to see you, “what’s going on?” / “I think a more appropriate question would be what are you doing in here? I told you it’s an absolute minefield for dangerous potential in your condition,” he counters as you continue to manoeuvre the ship's mess to get to him. / “Well, maybe if you’d ever come out I wouldn’t have to come in,” you tilt your head, looking down at him slightly, now standing next to the chair. / Tech leans back into the seat, looking away, “fair, I suppose.” / “Come on, talk to me, what’s going on?” You casually try an coax him, “I know this is about the baby.” / “I’m just- I’m worried what if I make a mistake somewhere along the way,” you finally meet his golden eyes; there’s a signature wrinkle in the middle of his forehead indicating that he’s really worried, but before you can say anything, he places a gentle hand on your tummy, “this isn’t a simulation that you can simply start over or retry. And I just want to make sure I can get it right.” / “Oh, Tech,” you sigh, placing your arms around his shoulders. Sometimes you wish you could assure him that some mistakes in life aren’t as detrimental as they are on the battlefield, this was going to be a new dynamic for him, and there was plenty of room for little newbie mistakes.

The little things — since you want him to feel as involved as possible, you’ll give him little things to do, like figure out what the best kind of fruit are for pregnancy (even if you don’t really care, it’s something for him to do). Research is a big thing that he loves and you completely encourage him to give it a go on this subject as well. Of course, he comes back with some mad TMI details that even you aren’t sure you wanted to know about the process and potential outcomes, but he’s absolutely glowing at the fact that he now knows more about it. In the end he feels a lot more comfortable with the situation now that he can help.

Baby names — the man is prepared, he’s got a list within days. He’s got the original meaning, language, interpretations, variations etc. He throws some wild ones out there and it soon becomes something of a routine that before bed, you cuddle up, laying back against his chest as he sits up against the wall. He rests his chin on top of your head or shoulder and holds the list in front of you, just barely resting his hands against your baby bump. Occasionally while you’re thinking about one, he’ll rub your stomach of side with the hand he’s holding a pen in. / “Tech, I don’t even know how to pronounce that,” you admit looking over one. / “Ah that’s why I included the phonetics,” he says happily. / You perk an eyebrow and lean back to stare at him. Clearing his throat he nods and tilts his head crossing out the name.

Hunter ↴

When you told him — he was actually right there with you, holding your hand (literally) when you found out. He’s super excited about becoming a dad! You talked about it in advance and decided to let it happen when it happens and when it did you were both really happy! He extremely encouraging of you in the moment. He’s so proud and excited, but he wants you to know that he’s going to be there for you, for anything you need, he’s your shoulder and your support no matter what.

Protective, and still learning — Hunter is a protector and he’s naturally very protective of those he loves, but when it comes to you and the baby he’s ten times more protective, which at times (like in a really crowded market) can be really nice. However, when it comes to everyday things, he can be a bit much. Like when he found you reaching overhead for something and he came rushing to your aid. / “You know. . . I can still get things on my own,” you softly remind him. / “Well, I just thought. . . with the baby-“ he starts. / “I can still do some things,” you touch his arm, “I know you’re a little more worried about me, but I’m still me, I don’t want to feel like I’m a liability,” you softly smile hoping he understands. // And he does, he’s just learning to give you your independence or let you keep it rather. He learns that there are certain things you’ll ask for help for, but you are still an individual, plus one now. You find that the learning process actually helps to strengthen your relationship: you asking for help more easily and him knowing when to step in naturally.

Loves seeing his brothers interact with you — one of Hunter’s favourite things about your pregnancy is seeing how the rest of the Bad Batch interact with you. They all treat you like an absolute Queen. Everything must be comfortable, regular “do you need anything?” questions are asked. Company is always available if you don’t want to be alone. There’s never a dull moment, like when you showed Wrecker the baby kicking, or when Tech brought you a remedy, and Echo told you about a family he knew back on Coruscant. / It really hit Hunter one night when he told you how he loved seeing you all get along so well and you nuzzled your against him, casually saying: “yeah, they’re gonna make great uncles.” For some reason he’d never thought that far into the future yet, let when the kid was 2 or 5 or 10, but realising that they’d have a special place with not only you two, but his brothers got to his emotions.

Amazing at listening to your worries — happy as you are, you have your doubts and fears and worries and concerns and overreactions. Hunter doesn’t try to skim over it, even when you’re in your third trimester and start worrying. He knows you need someone to talk to and he’s there for you. He never belittles your emotions or puts his first, he tries to help as much as he can however that looks. / “Hunter, I’m just really scared,” you admit one night in tears, “I’ve never done this, will the baby be okay? Will we be okay?” / Hunter takes your hand in his, wiping away your falling tears, “I don’t have all the answers, but I’ll be right beside you when we find out, and I have hope that we’ll all be okay,” he dips to meet your eye line, “whatever happens we’ll meet it together, I can promise you that.” // sometimes you question if you’re already a bad mom because you’re worrying so much, but Hunter takes you by the arms and runs some affirmations by you, reminding you that you’re human and it’s okay to feel these emotions.

Absolutely glowing — when someone finds out / acknowledges him as a to-be dad, Hunter is absolutely beaming with happiness and pride. He can’t believe that he not only gets to be your husband, but also the father of your child. He feels like this is going to be a whole new experience and he’s ready to take on the challenges and the joys side by side. / Naturally, he has some worries and anxieties, which he typically tries to hide, but truly overall he is just happy and cannot wait to meet the little one.

Wrecker ↴

When you told him — Wrecker had to have you clearly spell it out for him, not subtle hint that you were pregnant. When it clicked, he was overjoyed. He scooped you up in his arms, giving you a big hug before suddenly and gently putting you down. “Wait- am I gonna hurt the baby with hugs?” He asks in a whisper, with a concerned look that he’s already done something wrong. / “No, not yet,” you admit, “but maybe we practice baby hugs for when we get to the later stages?” You tilted your head with your question. / “Right,” Wrecker nods decidedly, going in for one of the most gentle hugs you’ve ever revived, “baby hugs for my babygirl.” / From then on he’s super aware of just how tightly he takes you in his arms, almost always asking if that’s okay and something, usually when he’s really happy, he’ll ask if he can hugs just a little tighter.

Has your cravings memorised — Wrecker absolutely takes a mental note of your favourite cravings. He makes sure to have them on hand at all times! In fact he’s the kind of guy that when you say he doesn’t have to get extra of something he knows you crave / like, he gets extra anyway and then uses the excuse that he wasn’t sure how hungry he’d be anyways. So, you wind up getting some anyway.

↳ He also definitely uses your cravings as an excuse to buy bulk of a few of his favourite snacks, writing them off as your cravings when Hunter asks. And it works only until he gets something that the rest of the Bad Batch know you don’t eat, then they really question him. / “what’s going on?” You ask, coming over to the little kitchen area of the space you’re currently staying in. / “Wrecker claims these are for your cravings-“ Hunter begins. / “But we’ve never seen you eat this before,” Tech finishes. / “Nope, I don’t eat that,” you admit, “had he been trying to pass his snacks for my cravings?” / “He has been for weeks,” Echo chimes in. / You drop your jaw and place your hands on your hips, looking to Wrecker. / “wh- but- aww come on, I only get nine months to stock up,” he tries, “and they were more likely to believe it that way.” / “In what galaxy do you think we’d buy the idea that she eats only your favourite snacks?” Echo shakes his head. / “…this one?” Wrecker tries again.

Baby clothes are a weakness — basically anything baby related actually. Taking him clothes or toy shopping for the baby is hilarious to watch. He’s in love with how cute and small and soft everything is. He’s convinced that they need every stuffy and soft toy there is. He also wants to help decorate any space that the baby will be in. To your surprise, he’s actually really good with setting up rooms and he’s a huge help when it comes to rearranging the heavy furniture or crib. Wrecker wants to make the space extra special for the little one and he does that really well, bringing elements for various trips and planets into the room. / “I just- I hope they like it,” Wrecker rubs the back of his neck, looking into the room. / “I think they’ll love it,” you hug him from the side, placing a hand on his chest. / “Really? Did they let you know like- somehow?” Wrecker asks excitedly. / “Trust me, it’s the mother’s instinct kicking in,” you claim. / “Alright! We are nailing this,” he brings you a little closer.

100% on your side + learning — Wrecker is your best friend and that doesn’t stop during the pregnancy. He doesn’t baby talk you or try to tell you what you should because now you’re experiencing different things. Usually you have to remind him that you’re pregnant, at least until you really start showing. Hunter and Echo will sigh, roll their eyes and give a reprimanding “Wrecker!” early on when he suggests you do something that most definitely should not be done while pregnant, but you just have to laugh. You respect that he doesn’t treat you different and adore his innocence in not really knowing pregnancy protocol, but you also love the fact that you can see him learning. In your later trimesters Wrecker becomes your little protector (as if he wasn’t already), but he’s mister-clear the way if you’re coming down a ramp, he will hold your hand and keep everyone back so you have plenty of space. Same with a lot of the ladders you have to climb, even just to get around the ship; Wrecker keeps one, if not both, hands on your hips/thigh/butt while you’re coming down and insists on going first so he could catch you just in case! He also monitors all hugs you receive, reminding them to keep some baby space for the baby.

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I Cant Betray You part 4 - Hoseok mafia au

I hate this chapter

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“What flowers?”

For a beat Hoseok feels his heart jump to his throat, the line cutting as his thoughts run away with him.

He tries to call you back but it doesn’t even ring, panic flooding his system as his worst fears loudly echo in his mind.

“Boss?” Zelo watches through the rearview mirror, noting the frown and anxiety building in the kingpin of Seoul, having never witnessed such a sight. He goes ignored as the man in the backseat dials again and again, cursing and swearing each time it doesn’t connect.

He takes a breath, deep and shaky as he tries to calm his nerve. He didn’t know where you lived, but Krystal did.

He speed dials 3, and she picks up only after the second ring but to Hoseok it felt like an eternity on hold.

“Cousin what can I-”

“I need Y/n’s address,” he cuts her off before she can complete her greeting, the ugly force of fear tearing through his stomach as each second passed without you, without knowing you were safe.

What flowers? What did you mean? Such a small clue for such potential danger, he had absolutely nothing to go on.

He hears his cousin sigh through the phone, his impatience sweating through his palm, adrenaline bouncing his leg, claustrophobia starting to seize his lungs as his body realises he’s enclosed and trapped in a small space.

“Hoseokie, she doesn’t want you to know,” she begins. “As much as I love you, I have to respect her wishes as a woman and-”

“She’s in danger,” his words silence her for a short pause as they sink in.

“How do you know?”

“Soojung, I haven’t got time to waste, I need her address,” he commanded hastily, using her birth name as images of you lying dead on the street turned his gears to madness. “Trust me please.”

Krystal had never heard him sound the way he did, not even when you left him. This was a man on the edge of insanity, back then, he was a man broken.

“Krystal!” He yells, making her jump and swallow as she contemplates the consequences.

“Are you sure?” she whispers, her own terror starting to ignite. She liked you, unfortunately she never had the chance to meet you without a mask, but the way Hobi used to talk about you… Even when you left him, she liked you, they all blamed their boss, even if they understood why he lied the way he did.

“Please,” he’s on the cusp of crying, the control he thought he had over the situation with you combusting as he finally admitted he had none, it was just a mirage, a desperate hope that kept him going. Now he felt his entire being swept into a chaotic whirlwind, at which you were the centre, but he couldn’t tell which way the winds were blowing. They hid you.

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Hoseok felt like he knew you like the back of his hand, better than that even, better than the intricate tunnels of darkness in his syndicate. You were a maze only he could navigate, even when you kept yourself hidden from him.

Early into your relationship he learnt not to ask about your family, anything he had asked immediately made your face fall, and he couldn’t stand to be the one to put such a look on your face. So he never pushed, anniversary after anniversary, year after year, he never pushed for you to reveal yourself to him, because the you that was in his arms now, this present version of you, belonged completely to him.

Just as he was completely yours, even if you knew nothing of the life he kept a secret, he was adamant you knew him better than anyone else. The moments that mattered between you both, were always the little moments. As fleeting and precious as they were, he knew he would want them for the rest of his life.

He hears you hum lightly in your sleep, the sound bringing a smile to his face, patiently waiting for you to wake, but content enough in the moment to let you lie in. Arms that were wrapped around you tightened carefully, legs tangled together like a web.

Although he was worse than the devil in this life, he swore when he felt warmth like this, he must’ve been a saint in his past one to deserve such happiness now. Why else would he be granted to love an angel like yourself?

“Hobi too hot,” you mumble against him as you wake, a small frown on your face he can’t help coo at. You push against him softly, not enough to hurt him but it makes him whine, melting your expression into releasing a chuckle. “Babe you’re a furnace.”

He replies with kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach as he pulls you back in, a peaceful morning before he had to be the kingpin of Seoul once more.

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“Boss… she’s not here,” Zelo informs him of the obvious tentatively, watching Hoseok’s face turn blank like a corpse.

He can see that, he wants to bite back but he can’t muster the strength to in that second. Your apartment was covered in flowers, every inch of the floor, every surface he could see. To the untrained eye it would be a desperate obsessive cry for love and attention, but Hoseok knew this was a calling card.

“Urgh my allergies,” his cousin exclaims as she enters the room, covering her mouth with her hand in vain before she starts sneezing. “Why are there so many flowers?”

‘Thank you for the flowers’, he can still hear your voice through the phone, the last words you said to him, softly and sweetly, the tone would have bought a smile to his face, along with hope for the pair of you, but the dread that cut through him after the confusion of that moment crushed any inkling of joy. Every petal in the room taunted him, every colour, crimson and brash, mocked his failure in protecting you.

“She thought they were from me,” he whispers as he exhales, Zelo and Krystal turning to him with worry written over their faces.

His moment of pity washes away, and life comes back to the corpse of Jung Hoseok in the form of pure unadulterated rage. They can see the fire in his eyes, they can almost swear there was steam from his nose, as he turned to them both.

“How did you and Lee find her?” he almost growls as his eyes narrow.

It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, fear of the kingpin wiping her mind blank.

“I… I didn’t, he did,” she says. She was only instructed by Hoseok to keep an eye out for you, she had stupidly believed it to be fate that her partner of all people had found you.

“What the hell did he have on her?” Hoseok finally dares to ask, he was never going to, if it were something you didn’t want to share with him he would have respected that for the rest of his life, but now, now your life was out of his hands.

She visibly gulps.

“She’s wanted for murder overseas,” she chooses her words carefully but they only make him frown, jaw set open in shock though he tries to conceal it. “Multiple murders…”

“How has she gotten away for so long?” Zelo breaks the silence that starts to form. “Secret identity, what? If she’s wanted for murder Lee would’ve had to hand her to the authorities.”

Hoseok’s right hand man was the sharpest mind of Seoul, not in the most traditional sense, but in a way that benefited his closest friend greatly.

Krystal sighed, knowing she had to reveal your secrets sooner rather than later, for your sake at least.

“Not by the police,” her voice turns small. “I don’t know the details, Lee didn’t tell me much, all I know is she got in bad with some dangerous people and killing as many of them as she could was how she got out.”

“So she’s been on the run ever since?” Zelo exhales sharply in shock. He knew you were a fighter, he knew his boss picked his partner in life well, but this was unexpected. He turns to Hoseok speechless, watching the Kingpin’s eyes cloud over in thought.

He remembers the first time you entered the bar, unaware of his aura and the powerful men around him, he thought you were audacious, but you must’ve been numb to danger.

He thought about the moment they revealed his secrets to you, he watched the tapes after you left him, much like Lee had, and he agreed, you weren’t fazed by the bodies or the gore, you were distraught because he had lied to you.

All those times he came home a bloody mess, and you didn’t even blink, how had he been so blind.

“But if they knew where she was all this time, why take her now?” Krytal ponders out loud.

“Whatever agreement Lee had with them broke the moment he died,” Hoseok mutters with a pained groan, the moment he killed him… A dark spiral starts to swirl in his chest at the thought, unknowingly in trying to protect you, Hoseok was the one to push you head first into danger.

“What now boss?” Zelo asks. “How do we find her? Where do we start?”

“The flowers have to mean something,” Krystal sniffs, the pollen itching her nose.

Hoseok nods.

“You go back to the precinct and dig through Lee’s stuff, find out who the fuck he was in contact with,” Hoseok commands. “We find out where the flowers were from, there’s cameras on that street outside, if this many flowers came in a big enough van for a body, we’ll find the number plate.”

“Boss…” Zelo hesitates. “What if it’s a trap?”

The thought had crossed Hoseok’s mind too, but he didn’t care.

His silence was answer enough.

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When you wake it feels like your eyes are glued shut, a heavy weight on your temples refusing to let you open them, but you try. Wherever you are is dark, your groggy mind desperately trying to gather your surroundings but whatever that fake delivery driver injected into your veins prohibits you from doing so. It's too dark to find your bearings, it’s too cold for your body to react in any way other than tremble. You can’t hear a thing other than your own breathing as you think about how you ended up here.

They’ve found me, if death could be written in a sentence that would be it. You escaped once, you knew for a fact you could never do it again. Your thoughts drifts to the last person you spoke to outside of wherever you were being kept now, a sliver of hope trying to claw its way out of your heart. Hoseok knows something is wrong, he’ll find me.

But even as the words form from comfort in your mind, a harsh cold reality tells you from experience, you don’t believe he will.

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I WANT YOUR BELLY.

Summary: The shimmery vest of Harry's on you makes him combust on the spot ;)

A bottle of wine gone in a span of minutes. Your giggles treacly and slurry as you poke his heart-shaped, wine stained lips matching with his pink refulgent vest and he grins toothy-ly sweat sheened on his perfect features and his nose twitches into besotted sniff of your fragrance, leaning down to murmur his lips to yours.

“What got ya gigglin’ like tha’ lovebug?” You shake your head in slight carelessness. His brows furrowing in confusion, mouth parting musingly into a soft chuckle when you shimmy his vest down his arms leaving his upper half naked and all beautiful for you to admire.

“Just relax and see.” You whine out timidly tip-toeing on your toesies to the centre of the hotel room you guys are staying at -- well more like fucking morning and evening with a little tinge of exclusivity everytime.

When you came back to this cosy place of yours after an hour of his show ending that shimmery feeling of proud for him and the jitteriness to love on him was still there, more like doubled up when your eyes weren’t able to drift away from the stiff bulge forming in his pants from all the adrenaline and heat pumping in his body due to praises.

He takes pride in it, absolutely basks in the novelty of it.

His dimples dings up into a wicked smirk, the heels of his palms sinking into the soft bedding as he man-spreads quite sexily and leans into his own weight then straightens up immediately with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin when you strip down your clothes slowly.

“You givin’ me a strip tease baby!?” He howls playfully and you shushes him through sputtry giggles, head lulling at your shoulder and you laugh at the top of your lung as he rolls his eyes to his skull in the most erotic way and squeezes his straining member with the cup of his large palm when you get rid of every item of clothing you had on your body and with hesitant glances his way wears his vest.

It accentuates your curves beautifully, falling a little over your thighs from how big it’s since it’s his’s and it gives the most pristine view of the crescent of your tits and the valley between them.

His stomach froths with heat, the fabric of his pink flared bottoms from his splotching with the dollops of his precome and his bare chest heaves with raged breaths as you rub your one feet over another in timidness, knowing you’re drunk enough to do this but sober enough to contemplate how to put it infront of him.

Though they both know even if you move it an inch away to show him your perky tits, it’s over for the curly head.

“You know how belly dancers got this cute sparkly shiny dresses to make them appear more bendy? I’ve always wanted to do that! It seems so fun!” To your defence you always wanted to dance as carefree and fun as they do all you didn’t know was that it’ll be like this – giving a literal fever to your boyfriend and arousing both of you to such an extent where all his fierce eyes are indicating he’s about to strike forward and throw you on the bed and pound into you reckless.

The room fills with her sweet laugh when Harry fans himself, puffing out huge inhales of breaths and smirks at her cheekily.

“A lap dance would be much appreciated, thank you.” He's almost about to burst because she sure as hell looks amazingly stretchy and bendy and very breed able in this shiny thing.

“What a gentleman. Now, put on some music so I could give you a show you really deserve.” You command him and he nearly whimpers wanting to crawl towards you and spanks that bum of yours.

You’re suppressing your chuckles when he almost falls face first into the carpeted floor while scrambling to put on some music and when he returns back he’s rocking back and forth like an impatient kid -- doing anything in his will to give a bit friction, some relive to his throbbing cock.

“Promise that you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You point a finger at him, eyebrow raised to assert a little bit of power you’ve over him.

“C’mon baby! My balls are turning blue d'ya think I could ever make fun of you when you’re being such a good girl f'me?” His groans shaky and hoarse, nostrils flaring and his hands sandwiching between his thighs to subside the ache that you caused.

Hot white pleasure surges through each of his cervices and rattles through his bones upon the absolute lewd and smutty sight of you dancing for him with your eyes affixed on him like a seductress and it pelts his skin hot.

“Fuck.” He’s cursing under his breath, as you curve around gracefully and shakes your ass for him teasing your fingers over the waistband of your lace panties.

You bite down your lip when he puts his fingers under his tongue with his mouth sucked around them as he wolf whistles for you.

“Yes you go baby!” He yells at you making you laugh rosying your features and not failing to make you feel tingly under his passionate gaze.

The he looks down at himself in rather pique tugging his tight briefs a little away from suffocating his dick that's swelling up awfully fast and leaking with every graze and touch making him hiss groggily through his teeth loudly.

His reaction makes your cheeks flush and your toes curl against the soft carpet, making you all gooey with your own slick.

He almost looses it when you roll your hips and your tummy ripples raunchily.

You’re taken aback when he’s striding towards you, cupping the nape of your neck roughly and pressing his thumb into your nervy pulse pushing you till you’re pressed into the wall and he’s muffling your surprised squeaks with a big fat smooch to your lips which turns into sloppy heated work of mouths, tongues slick and naughty against eachother, teeth nibbling and teasing, lips too desperate to be parting away and when they do they’re hovering over eachother with their breaths hot and fanning.

“Look at y'being a filthy tease.” He tuts, warm fingertips tickling down your chest and sneaking under his vest to palm your tits as he ducks down to lick a fat stripe up your throat then sink his teeth into soft underbelly of your jaw.

“Now tell me who taught you to dance this good?” Everyone should sit down and takes notes from one and only Harry Styles; the man sure knows how to lie through his teeth because what you pulled moments ago was just clumsy drunk flailing of limbs.

“God gifted.” He chuckles mockingly, tapping your bottom pouty lip.

Your neck stretches far giving him more access to mark you as his’s, your fingers manoeuvring into his sweaty ruffled up curls when he glances up at you intensely with your nipples sucked in his mouth and his hand gliding into your panties – smirking goadingly at the squirm and pathetic gurgle of your tone.

“just like this pussy of yours?”

Except his eyes no blade can control you, no sharpened knife. That lascivious gaze’s enough to threaten a storm up your thighs and cause a rainfall between your legs.

Carefully, he puts his knees on the floor one by one while he paws at your hips to vignette admiring kisses down your midriff.

“Stop! It tickles!” You gasp giggle when his fingers palliates into your soft love-handles nipping and lapping then sponging tender kisses to your belly, your back arching abruptly with a low crack your blunt nails scratching down the wallpaper when Harry coos and spurts noises of admiration.

“Can’t help it, poppet. I love your little belly so much.” Your mouth parts around shallow breaths when he nuzzles his nose against your heat and engulfs into the tangerine smell of your arousal, pressing a kiss to the damp spot and murmuring against it with his calloused palm hardly pressed to your quivering tummy.

“Love feelin’ myself snug in your belly, how it warbles and gurgles fo’ me t’ fill it up with me cum,” His gruff tone sending cold shivers down your spine, making you wetter and slicker, pussy lips clenching around nothing making squelching noises catching Harry’s attention and he smirks ominously -- startling you with a gentle nip to the inside of your thighs then ripping your panties in one harsh tug.

“You love takin’ my cock in this cute belly of yours don’t ye' kitten?” He asks you, eyes glued to the way you melt into his touch when he parts your glistening pulsating folds away with his middle and index, mesmerised at how drippy you’ve managed to get for him as it coats his digits then tricks down his wrist thickly.

“Hmm. Guess like I’ve no option but to treat myself to the sweet pussy of my belly dancer.” He hums roguishly, making you bob your head vigorously and pulling at his hair to nudge him to do something anything to quell this ache that's soaring like a flame in wind making you embarrassingly more slippery every passing second.

Your eyelids skewers tight, fingers falling lip atop the mop of his curls and knees quaking thanks to Harry’s strong biceps straddling you over his shoulders as he spreads your legs wider apart and grips onto your thighs with his all might and strokes his tongue in one tantalising hot lick from all the way to your slit up your pulsing clitoris wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub into a nasty suck and toys it around with his tongue.

“Ha –- H ... Harry!” You whimper out meekly grinding your cunt against the faint stubble growing over his cupid-bow, pleasure spiking into your each pore at how good it feels.

“Mhmm kitten, tell me does daddy makes y'feel good? Warm and nice?” A string of saliva connects his lips and your clitoris. He presses his two fingers to it moving them up and down to lube them then to rub your clit in tight little circles, putting right pressure and attention to it as you cry out slumping against the wall and grabbing onto the nearest furniture with a mantra of harryharryharry booming in your head.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re so good to me,” You mewl out impishly incasing his head perfectly between your thighs, trembling in his hold when he eases his ring and middle finger inside you gauging for your reactions and carousing in the way your face falls placid into pure bliss, your lips wobbly and the corners of your eyes dotting pink.

“This feels good, moppet?” He asks gruffly curling to caress the spot that sends you into wreck havoc and plunges his fingers deeper inside you, the tip of his nose stuffing into your mound as he licks into you hungrily and sloppily getting his cheeks and chin all messy and shiny with your juices.

“Bet, daddy’s cock feels better. Stuffs y’belly more good.” He growls, the vibrations jolting you in your skin. His fingers fucking into you quicker and deeper, pushing his knuckles to your weepy tight entrance – your cunt swallowing his rings.

Your chin tips up towards the ceiling moaning breathily, thighs trembling and hands gripping his shoulders that’ll leave guaranteed bruises as the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on you, his fingers thrusting in you and his face making a mess out of your drippiness become too much for you sending you into a over drive of buzziness making you lightheaded and floaty.

“C’mon kitten drench me, cum in daddy’s mouth.” Is all it takes for you to do what he asked for and you almost fell forward if not for Harry’s support squirting with loud and wounded moans.

He almost combusts in his pants when you grit carnally riding his face and shoving yourself down into him, not able to stop coming while he encourages you, soothing your aching thighs with gentle strokes, “That’s it baby, atta girl.” And “You did so good f'me kitten, g’na show you how hard ‘m for you.”

"Cute. How bout I fuck you in every one of my outfits?" He pats your cheek, smacking a big kiss to it and doesn't wait for your response before throwing you over his shoulder and landing a stinging slap to your bum.

His dark lustful eyes indicating that he’s not done with you yet.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

What She Deserves

Toby Ziegler x OFC (Kaitlin Stone)

Rating/Warnings: Implied Domestic/Sexual Abuse, Some Depictions of Violence, Smut 18+

Summary: Kaitlin Stone works with CJ, Toby has loved her for eight years, since the beginning of the campaign trail. Kaitlin's abusive boyfriend is the only thing standing in his way from getting what he wants and giving her what she deserves.

Chapter 24

The new years dinner was upon them. The guests had arrived, and the staff were there for the most part, but a couple of things had them going back and forth from their offices in an attempt to keep up.

     Toby hadn’t seen Kaitlin until late in the day, she was worrying about the dress she wanted to wear and contemplated not going at all, but the President wouldn’t have it.

     Toby was keeping an eye on a situation with some protesters outside a shopping centre in Missouri, they were harmless enough for the time being, but it could have gotten out of hand quickly.

     ‘Why are you talking to me about it?’ CJ asked, taking another mouthful of wine. ‘Kaitlin’s dealing with it.’

     ‘Really?’ Toby felt his bow tie get a little tight. ‘Where is she?’

     ‘Hiding in the press room.’ CJ sighed. ‘She’s been in and out most of the day trying to keep up with what’s going on out there.’

     ‘Okay.’ Toby nodded.

     He went straight to the press room, where sure enough, Kaitlin was sitting in the press pit watching the news coverage of the protests. He could see the hem of her red dress hanging over her ankles as her feet were perched up on the back of the seat in front of here.

     It was hard to tell from behind, but he was pretty sure her sleeveless dress had a conservative v neckline, elongating her neck along with her hair tied back.

     Toby took a moment to prepare himself for seeing her face, he knew she would weaken him all the way given half a chance and he wanted her to do just that.

     ‘Kaitlin?’ He said, gently.

     She slowly turned her head just enough to acknowledge him standing behind her.

     ‘You okay?’ He asked, knowing something was wrong.

     ‘Yeah.’ She sighed. ‘I’m fine. Just didn’t feel much like…’ she sighed again. ‘I’d rather stay here, make sure everything’s okay with these protesters, you know?’

     Toby shifted between his feet for a moment. ‘You don’t want to celebrate the new year with everyone?’

     ‘Not really.’

     ‘Okay.’ Toby nodded. ‘Stay here for a second, yeah?’

     Toby didn’t give her a chance to answer, instead he rushed back to the party, grabbing two miniature bottles of champagne and hurried back to the press room.

     ‘You know, all they want is for someone to listen to them.’ Kaitlin said, hearing him come back into the room behind her. ‘They’re making some good points about the abortion laws.’

     ‘They always do.’ Toby nodded. He inhaled deeply, giving himself a moment to prepare for what he was about to see.

     Sure enough, when he imagined Kaitlin at her most beautiful, it paled in comparison to the real thing. She was still sitting, but Toby could tell she wasn’t that confident with the dress she’d chosen. It wasn’t exactly revealing, but after years of never even having her arms on show, it must have felt very exposing.

     ‘And that’s before you even speak to the adoption agencies.’

     She had been speaking, he knew it, he knew he couldn’t remember what she was talking about, and he couldn’t even summon enough of his intellect to piece it together.

     ‘I’m sorry,’ he chuckled. ‘I wasn’t listening, again. But I brought champagne.’ He indicated the small bottles in his hands. ‘I thought we could… watch the protests together.’

     They both knew what he really wanted to say, but Kaitlin just laughed, indicating for him to sit down.

     Toby took the seat beside her and popped open one of the bottles, handing it to her.

     ‘Here we go,’ he said, carefully opening his own bottle. ‘Champagne straight from the bottle. Just what the doctor ordered.’

     He held the neck of bottle for her to clink against, and she did still laughing.

     They both took a mouthful before settling back down to watch the news.

     ‘You’re very… disarming, tonight.’ Toby chose his words very carefully, noting that Kaitlin shifted uncomfortably.

     ‘Thank you.’ She cleared her throat, shifting again.

     Toby felt the disappointment rising in his chest. ‘I’m sorry.’ He apologised immediately. ‘I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable.’

     ‘You didn’t.’ She said, suddenly. ‘Well, I am uncomfortable,’ she breathed a laugh. ‘But it’s not you.’

     ‘Okay…’ Toby frowned a little, hoping she would give him a little more to work with.

     Kaitlin sighed, rolling her eyes. Whatever she was about to say made her feel silly and he wasn’t going to let her feel it too badly.

     ‘I… I don’t really like my dress.’

     Toby blinked. It wasn’t exactly high on his list of possible things she could have said.

     ‘You don’t like your dress?’ He confirmed. ‘Can I ask why?’

     Kaitlin rolled her eyes again. ‘Because… god, this is so dumb.’ She laughed. ‘Because I’ve had it for a while. I… I was going to wear it for another dinner a few years back actually… Dan said he hated it, so I convinced myself that I did too. But I really didn’t have an opinion on it either way.’ Kaitlin took a steady breath. ‘But I really don’t like it and I hate that… that I had to go through all that just to decide what I really thought.’

     Toby took a moment to think. Kaitlin still had Dan in the back of her mind, she probably would for a long time to come, at least until she dealt with a few things by herself.

     ‘You didn’t answer the question.’ He said, quietly. ‘What don’t you like about it?’

     He watched that playful glint come back into her expression and ignite him somewhat.

     ‘I… yeah, it’s… it’s a bit too much material.’ She was almost whispering by the end.

     ‘Too much material?’ Toby repeated, watching the blush creep up her neck and through her cheeks. ‘How much less material were you going for?’

     Her laugh was back and he could have watched it all day.

     ‘There was another dress I was looking at,’ she swallowed another mouthful of champagne. ‘Navy, really dark navy, you know? Floor length again, but it had this gorgeous slit up the leg, stopped about here.’ She indicated almost the top of her thigh. ‘Thin straps over the shoulders, and a long v that stopped about here.’ She indicated just below her chest.

     Toby was warm under his skin. If she had worn anything like that then he may well have begged her to marry him then and there. God, she was beautiful.

     ‘Why,’ Toby cleared his throat. ‘Why didn’t you wear it?’

     Kaitlin shrugged. ‘I don’t know, I guess I just still… I hate that I can still hear his comments about everything I wear.’ She shook her head. ‘You know, the other day was the first day I woke up and I couldn’t hear him telling me how unattractive my clothes made me look. So, I just wore whatever I felt good in.’

     ‘You mean, the skirt with the purple blouse?’ Toby spoke mostly to his bottle. ‘You looked great.’

     ‘I felt great.’ She smiled. ‘First time that’s happened in a long time.’

     Toby finally looked up at her face. God, she was something else.

     ‘No matter what he told you, even when he was alive, you were still beautiful.’ Toby knew he was saying too much, but she needed to hear it. ‘If I’d even thought for a second that you didn’t know that, I would have told you more often.’

     He could see water beginning to fill her eyes, but she wasn’t letting go.

     ‘Thanks Toby.’ She whispered.

     Toby just smiled at her and they drank champagne quietly for a while. The news rolled in and the protests had already begun to get a little more chaotic. It wasn’t nearly at the point where anything needed to be done, but it was getting close.

     ‘Can I tell you something?’ Kaitlin said, not taking her eyes off the screen.

     ‘Sure.’ Toby waited a moment for her to speak.

     Kaitlin cleared her throat. ‘Actually, I think it’s best said outside of the press room.’

     She pulled her feet down and slipped her heels back on, before moving to exit the press room. Toby followed her out, not even thinking twice before he did it.

     Kaitlin led him all the way back to her office, closing the door behind them. He placed the champagne bottle on her desk, shoving his hands in his pockets and waited.

     Kaitlin didn’t look at him, she just put her bottle next to his and shuffled a couple of files on her desk, nervously.

     ‘It’s just that, I’m not really sure what it is yet,’ she started, still unable to look at him. ‘But Dr Whitmore asked me an interesting question about a month ago and I’ve been been thinking about it ever since.’

     ‘Okay…’ Toby frowned, unsure of where this was going.

     ‘I won’t bore you with the details of it all, but the bottom line is this…’ she paused for a moment. ‘It’s nearly midnight and there is a part of me that really wants to kiss you.’

     Toby’s whole world narrowed in on her words. She wanted to kiss him, she could do it if she wanted, he wouldn’t complain, he’d kiss her every day for the rest of her life if that’s what she wanted.

     ‘There’s also a part of me that wants to run away.’ She went on and Toby forced himself to listen carefully to every word. ‘So, I decided if I felt brave enough, on New Year’s Eve at midnight… I would ask if you… if you wanted to… I just, I think I need the excuse to do it… baby steps you know?’

     Toby was aware of how quiet he was and how she had yet to look at him. He wanted to both kiss her with all the passion he could muster, but also to ask her every question he could think of to make sure he got it right.

     Toby took a deep breath. He checked his watch. ‘It’s three minutes to midnight.’ He said. ‘I have some questions.’ He cleared his throat, watching her still adjusting her papers. She could do whatever she liked as long as she didn’t feel the need to run away. ‘You want me to kiss you, does that mean you’ve figured out how you feel about me?’

     He watched a small frown appear between her eyes. ‘Not yet. But I know you make me feel comfortable… I’m not scared of you in the way I am scared of most people. I know it’s something, but I’m not sure what yet.’

     ‘Okay.’ Toby nodded. ‘You said there’s a part of you that wants to run away?’

     Kaitlin nodded, half laughing at herself. ‘Yeah, Dan never really kissed me, and I always thought it was because I wasn’t the type of person that people wanted to…’ she stopped herself. ‘I didn’t think I was worth kissing.’

     Toby felt his heart crack. ‘Kaitlin, you are more than worth kissing.’ He didn’t know how else to say it without going into far too much detail. ‘It’s a minute to midnight.’ He said, softly. ‘Can I kiss you now?’ Toby was aware of how it came out. It was like he was begging for her to say yes, in a way he was.

     Kaitlin’s big brown eyes finally found his and nothing else existed. ‘You mean you… you want to?’

     Toby chuckled. ‘Very much so.’ He whispered.

     That beautiful smile was back, the one that was entirely her and oh so very beautiful.

     Toby slowly took a small step towards her, closing the gap between them.

     ‘Close your eyes?’ He whispered. Kaitlin trusted him enough to do it immediately. It meant the world to him.

     Toby let his eyes graze over her face and how wonderful she looked. She was relaxed, comfortable, her cheeks glazed with soft freckles, her lips full and alluring, and everything about her was already addictive.

     He gently let the tips of his fingers trace her jawline, watching her lips part just a little. God, how could anyone not worship her every day she existed?

     Toby slid his hand slowly up, feeling her soft hair, his thumb stroking across those freckles, his other hand moving softly over her hip as he leaned in closer.

     He could taste the champagne on her shallow breath, his mouth about as close as it had ever been to her.

     Softly and lightly, his lips touched hers-

     Kaitlin gasped, hearing the sharp ringing of her phone. Toby stopped everything, he was a fraction of a second away from sharing his first kiss with the woman he was falling for, but her mind had jumped to whoever was on the other end of the phone.

     ‘You should get that,’ he whispered against his better judgement. ‘It’s probably important. We’ve got time.’

     He could hear her breathing coming back to her. Toby pulled away just enough for her to get her breath back and just enough for it to be agonising for him. He was so close.

     Kaitlin twisted quickly to pick up the phone.

     ‘Yes, hello?’ She said, still panting slightly. Toby couldn’t help but remain close, the second she was done, he had every intention of resuming and showing her exactly how she deserved to be treated.

     He carefully moved a stray hair away from her face while she listened to the receiver. He wanted to pepper her neck with kisses, not caring about the fact that she was on the phone, but he kept himself steady while she finished.

     ‘I understand.’ Toby knew that tone. ‘Thank you.’ Kaitlin hung up, taking a moment.

     ‘What it is?’ Toby asked, hating how his heart was twisting painfully in his chest.

     ‘It was my contact at the protest,’ she sighed, turning back to face him. ‘The police lost control of the crowd, someone pulled a gun. Three people are dead. Twenty-four are injured.’

     Toby felt his heart drop. His mind automatically turning to work and what needed to be done next, but his body was still reliving the pain of being so close to what he wanted, but being unable to have it.

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[meaganfinley]

lrzadie​:

Why did Zadie feel like under Meagan’s eye she was being praised even more closely than usual- and that was coming from an international model who’s career relied heavily on instagram. The woman in front of her just had this look in her cool eyes that left the girl vying out for her attention, approval, and kind words. Like maybe that would fill the large void in her chest left by the absence of her own mother, right in the centre between her ribs. Everyday she felt like she was losing a bit of her memories of the woman which was scary, even if everyone told her how much she reminded them her, that didn’t make a difference. 

“No…” Zadie muttered as she mentioned the napkin, after all she hadn’t been toying with the tablecloth to clean her hands, more to keep them busy. Removing them deliberately she instead clasped them together in her lap, the effort with which she dug the nails of her left hand into her right palm sending sharp pains up her arm. It helped distract her from the intrusive thoughts going on in her mind at the older woman’s pointed comments. ”No, I ordered the Diet Coke, it’s got less calories in it than wine. If someone offered to embalm me in Diet Coke I’d probably take them up on it. Though I’m sweet enough already.” Flashing Meagan a smile as she rolled her eyes instinctively at the comment about her new go see. There was apparently no winning today. The comments weren’t directly rude but it was the undertone for Zadie. 

“No, it’s not Chanel this time. But they seemed pleased with the spread I did for them in Elle so…maybe I’ll get to work for them again.” The straight jackets, she wasn’t too far off the mark actually. “Wish someone would put me in a straight jacket…” the comment under her breath as she averted her gaze to look around the restaurant a little, rest-bite from the steely eye contact.  “You know what, you might be right about the diet coke. Maybe i’ll just order a vodka.”

Meagan had no daughter, but she had the experience of being one, perfectly curating the look passed down to her from her mother when a little girl does something questionable. Such an offense could be spawned from as small as a drink choice, even non-alcoholic. Call it tradition, an heirloom passed down from every X chromosome pair that's gone down the bloodline since the dawn of time. It rarely remains dormant, so often flaring in the face, especially the eyes when they widen for a moment in faux-surrender. Oh, yes, you know better, don't you? Live your choice and be cursed with it for eternity. Don't let me stop you from the same fate I entered into. Join me there and know what you did wrong. "As you wish...," she tells her as much before sipping her water, the tint of cucumber detoxing herself from the conversation.

Her head instead nods in contemplation to Zadie's career path, the path that she's clearly hopping from one brick to the next, not necessarily in a forward direction. "And you don't believe that adding this to your portfolio will give them..." Oh, how to phrase this delicately... "A second opinion of you?" She hears something, something breathy from the other end of the table, making her head tilt, questioning. It's as far as she gets before Zadie's newest wonder snatches her away from it, leaving it behind for another time.

"The more substantial brands love a fresh face," she started. If she truly wanted a second chance with Chanel... "I've seen how much a stronger drink takes its toll on your skin... It creates much more work to cover up than it's worth from what I'm sure you've already noticed. Not to mention that we should be protecting as much as possible while we still can, Zadie."

lrzadie​:

You know that feeling you get when you’re slouching and someone comes up behind you to prod your back, triggering the reflex that makes you sit up straight? Maybe they pinch your sides from behind to correct your posture without you noticing until they’ve already done it. That was how Zadie felt every time she was with Meagan. Sat at a two person table in the middle of Cecconi’s in Mayfair her fingers toyed with the edge of the white starched tablecloth under the table, looking across at the woman who somehow managed to install both a maternal energy while simultaneously making the girl feel entirely inadequate under her gaze. 

Her mother having passed when Zadie was in her early teens, such a pivotal time in a girls life, combined with the animosity she shared with her father had lead her to seek out a parental figure in someone outside her family. Thanks to her father being a close colleague of August’s it had lead the girl to his wife, who adopted her into her bubble easily, but it wasn’t without its drawbacks. Mainly the level of perfection she felt the need to maintain to gain her approval, something that seemingly remained constantly out of reach. Reaching out she picked up her Diet Coke, taking a sip before clearing her throat. “I got a call for a go see with Simone Rocha, for her new collection, she’s looking for a closing model for her show. To wear the statement piece.“ @meaganfinley

All Meagan ever wanted to do was help. She had founded an entire group for the very purpose of guiding lost souls on a more righteous path. No, she wasn't a religious-minded shepherd, merely a woman of moral character. Zadie had been known for awhile now, a work in progress, and she had been slipping down a dangerous road as of late. The articles that had been conjured up--though the source dubious at best--were still a matter of concern. Perception was not everything, but at a certain point, stories blurred into reality. Meagan was determined to nip the faults in the bud before they spiraled out beyond all hope.

Her eyes flickered down, catching the moving fingers of Zadie. Subtly, the woman's posture shifted, and even before her gaze could return to the girl directly, her thoughts were transparent. "Do you need to use your napkin? It's next to your...drink," she pointed out for her, a smile for encouragement before it naturally settled away, a lead in to what had already been started. "Did they mix up your drink order, by the way? The amount of chemicals they have in those things... It's the same as embalming fluid." Meagan's own choice was a cucumber water for the night, words passing by as she took a sip, only to be filled with Zadie's news. She continued to sip, then swallowed, nodded her head and smiled.

"Oh." It set the tone. "Well, it's not Chanel, but that's very.... different. She's the designer who's inspired by... straight jackets or something similar?"

[ladyeliot]

Show me your phone

Request: Anonymous: Hiii I adore your writing!!! I was wondering if you could write cevansxfemale reader (famous or not) where he’s on jimmy fallon playing show me you phone and your relationship is revealed? ❤️

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Female Reader

Warnings: No one/Fluff

Word count: 1536

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

The two of you had met by chance one autumn night ten months ago. Quite unexpected, unusual and with tremendous prejudices towards each other, because of the image the media projected of you.

It was obvious that you weren’t born for each other, or at least that’s what you thought the first time you went on your first date. But then one thing led to another, and your sporadic encounters in the most unusual places made you realise that maybe it would be better to give each other a chance to erase those prejudices you had in your minds. And so it was that as the days, weeks and months went by, you began to be in a relationship without being aware of the fact. You understood each other very well, you both worked in the same sector and that allowed you to understand and accept each other in many aspects.

For the time being you kept your relationship a secret, you were afraid of breaking the magic, of the media destroying what you had created. So your life as a couple was reduced to intimacy, living together and escapes to places far from the hand of God. However, you knew that sooner or later it would be discovered, it didn’t worry you too much, but you wanted to strengthen your relationship as much as possible until that moment arrived.

That night, Chris was going to be interviewed on Jimmy Fallon’s late night show because of the recent release of the movie Avengers: Endgame. It was common on nights when Chris was on one of the late night shows for you to stay at home, cook your favourite meal and wait on the couch with Dodger to watch him on TV. Before he came on, you used to send him a text message encouraging him and a picture of you and Dodger on your couch. It was like a ritual for both of you.

In a millisecond that message reached the other side of town, where Chris was staring at the image with a slightly scandalous laugh. He was in his dressing room, minutes away from going on air, and could barely reply with “I love you both”. 

The interview was great, Chris talked about the day the cast said their goodbyes and how Antony Mackie found out that Captain America was going to give Falcon his shield. All the anecdotes that any Marvel fan would love to hear. Yet, as is well known, Jimmy Fallon’s shows bring with them a number of embarrassing moments for the interviewee, as well as the interviewer. 

That night both Chris and Jimmy were going to play ‘Show me your phone’, a game where they had to show whatever material was hidden on their mobile phones. The moment they got up from their respective seats, Chris realised that he hadn’t deleted any of your conversations, you were present in his whatsapp, his picture gallery, his social media messages, emails… in other words, his whole phone was a personal diary of your relationship.

His nervousness was present as he took a seat opposite Jimmy at the circular table. In front of them there was a red button, in the centre a mobile phone holder and next to it was an electronic panel showing all the possibilities that could come up, as if it were a wheel of fortune. There was the icon for Whatsapp, Safari, the photo gallery, Instagram, email, last calls, notes…

“Okay, do you know how this works?” asked Jimmy putting on his jacket. “Well, for those of you who don’t know, here’s how this works. Chris and I will take turns pressing the red button we have here, which will randomly select one of these icons we have on the board.” Chris began to laugh somewhat nervously. “Each icon will reveal something we need to share on our phone…”

The audience began to laugh too at the worried gestures they were both making.

“Just so you know, neither of us know what’s behind each icon.” Jimmy looks at Chris who was still laughing. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not too sure about this,” Chris shared scratching his beard. “I forgot to clean some stuff off my phone.”

“That makes two of us,” Jimmy said laughing along with him. “Alright, here we go. Since you’re the guest you press first.”

“What an honour,” Chris said wryly, which drew laughter from the audience. “Here we go!”

Chris pressed the red button and quickly the icons on the panel began to light up, and you stood expectantly contemplating the moment. On the one hand the situation was amusing, but on the other hand you were completely scared and wished that what he had said about cleaning his phone wasn’t true.

The light stopped specifically on the Safari browser icon, so that a text was displayed that said 'Show us your last Google search’. Chris frowned and looked thoughtful.

“Safari, show us your last Google search,” Jimmy repeated.

“Okay!” exclaimed Chris grabbing his phone and heading to the app. “If I’m being honest I have no idea what my last search was… Oh!" 

Chris started laughing without showing his phone, which caused everyone around him to laugh hilariously.

"Okay, okay,” Chris set the mobile down on the small platform. “I thought it was a funny idea.”

The camera pointed straight at him, checking that his last search had been 'Halloween costume ideas for your dog’. The set erupted in laughter, Jimmy clasped his hands to his chest, laughing his head off.

“This- This is so funny,” he said between guffaws. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“I did!” began Chris. “I found a really funny Mario and Luigi one, but it wasn’t too scary, you know. I’ve got to keep looking.”

“Yeah, not too much,” concluded Jimmy. “Come on! Here we go. My turn.”

The panel came back on, the light moving between icons until it stopped on the 'YouTube’ app. Jimmy frowned, and the panel informed him that it should show the history of videos watched.

“Come on, show us those videos!” exclaimed Chris encouragingly.

“I’m extremely scared,” said Jimmy with a serious and comical look on his face, reaching for his mobile phone. “I have no idea… Oh!” he began to laugh. “Okay, okay. This… I’m not good at cooking, don’t judge me.”

'How to cook oatmeal’, 'Easy oatmeal recipe’, 'Oatmeal ideas you need to try’. The audience started laughing.

“All right, all right,” Jimmy held up his hands. “I can explain. The other day was Mother’s Day, and my kids and I wanted to make my wife a special breakfast, so we had to help ourselves to YouTube.”

“That’s pretty cool man!” exclaimed Chris.

“Yes, my wife ate her breakfast,” he laughed and picked up his mobile phone. “And she’s still alive for now, so it was a triumph.”

On the other side of New York City, you were watching the show with amusement, curled up next to Dodger on the couch. You were so engrossed that you barely noticed Chris’s Whatsapp icon pop up.

“Show us the last message you sent on Whatsapp” Jimmy read out eliciting cheers from the audience. “Come on!”

Chris reddened and ran his hand over his face.

“Alright, alright,” he began to laugh nervously. “It says there the last message I sent, the person too?”

“Well, you have to put the mobile phone down,” Jimmy laughed.

“Okay,” Chris started to look up. “Last text message…” he took a breath and looked at Jimmy hesitantly.“Oh man…”

Your last conversation appeared before everyone’s eyes, showing only the last photograph you had sent him with Dodger and Chris’s reply 'I love you both’. Chris’s countenance showed an inner nervousness, hidden in a nervous laugh and flushed cheeks.

“Wait, wait,” Jimmy said looking at him and frowning “She’s Y/N Y/L/N with your dog? With Dodger?”

The audience exclaimed a sweet 'aw’ when they got a glimpse of the photograph, but Chris was scratching his beard nervously.

“This is really sweet!” said Jimmy looking at Chris, “This is really cute.” “I know, I know,” Chris commented, nodding slowly.

“Are you two-?” asked Jimmy hesitantly, to which Chris took another breath, somewhat embarrassed by the situation.

“I think so,” Chris laughed nervously. “I mean, I don’t know what’s going to happen after this.”

Jimmy laughed, accompanied by the audience.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Jimmy handed the mobile phone back to Chris. “We’ll invite Y/N over next week and let her have her revenge on you.”

Both the audience and you from your living room started to burst out laughing. Contrary to what you might have thought right now, Steve wasn’t angry at all, not even annoyed, you were even a little relieved. Your relationship had been made known to the world naturally, as if you were just another couple texting each other and telling each other how much you love each other. Now you just had to face a new day-to-day life.

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“You’re seriously just carrying on as if nothing has happened?” One of your flatmates stands up as you grab your things along with your keys.

“Yeah.” You say with a small smile, pulling your bag up to your shoulder. “They don’t know who I am, so why should I hideaway?” You question, looking at the concern in their faces as they share a look that says more than words could. "Plus it was a week ago and I've been fine so far." You add with a smirk, ignoring your flatmate rolling her eyes.

“Just please, be safe.” Your other flatmate walks over, wrapping her arms around you tightly. “I still can’t believe you actually found him.” She admits through a soft laugh.

“I know,” You mumble. “I just, I still don’t know who he is though. I feel like I’m always left with more questions than answers.” A small frown forms on your face, but you snap out from your internal thoughts. “Anyway, I better get to class. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

As you wander through the streets, heading toward the city centre you feel as if everyone is watching you. You shrug the matter off, blaming it on lack of sleep and paranoia, remaining oblivious to those speaking under hushed breaths monitoring your location.

Behind various civilians lie Agents of SHIELD watching you closely. “We have eyes on her, Sir.” One agent speaks through their comms whilst Hill and Fury track you through the CCTV in operation across the city.

“I see her.” Fury comments. “Don’t move in yet, hold off.” He instructs as the Agents share a look of uncertainty.

“But sir,” The agent starts.

“That is an order, Agent.” Fury states forcefully. “Let the girl attend class like normal, wait until it’s over before bringing her in.”

“Yes, Sir.” The agent responds, watching as you climb up the stairs into the old building, slipping through the doors and blending in with hundreds of students.

*

“Bye guys.” You wave to some of your classmates as you exit the building.

A sense of dread flutters in your stomach as you look around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, you reach for your phone, dialling someone you know would ease your anxieties.

“Hey, Y/n, everything okay?” May answers cheerfully.

Stepping down from the building, your eyes dart over those around you. “Yeah, I think I’m just being paranoid.” You chuckle. “You ever get the feeling someone is following you?” You ask and listen as May sighs.

“Now and then. Less now that I’m older.” May admits, a light laugh following. “But keep me on the phone until you’re back to your apartment, okay honey? Just to be on the safe side.”

Nodding along, you begin to discuss your day with May, and in turn, listen as she talks about her latest attempt at baking for Peter.

“I still can’t get over the fact you burnt it!” You laugh heartfully, unaware of the two figures approaching you.

“Ma'am?” Someone taps your shoulder and you quickly turn on your heels, eyes wide as the man lowers his sunglasses. “Do you mind coming with us? We’re from the government.” The man states.

“Y/n, who is that?” May asks due to your prolonged silence.

“Ma'am?” The man repeats.

“I, I’ll call you back, May.” You mutter, lowering your phone despite May asking you if you’re alright. “I’m not going anywhere with strange men, who do you think I am?” You scoff, turning around to walk away.

“Ma'am, we’re not posing this as an option. You must come with us, for your own safety.” The other man speaks up, standing in front of you as he reveals a badge.

“SHIELD?” You read it, looking up as the man smiles softly to you. “Agent, Agent Collins, what does the government want with me?”

Collins looks over to the other agent, nodding to him as he steps aside. “Ma'am, we believe you have a connection to someone important to our corporation and need your help. We’re only asking for a few hours of your time, and then you’re free to go.”

Hesitant, you hum to yourself. “You’ll let me go when I want to leave? As I don’t see any legal documentation forcing me to come with you.” You state, and the Agent behind you chuckles under his breath.

“No wonder he likes her.” The agent comments, catching you off guard as you raise an eyebrow.

“Who?” You ask, but Collins steps forward, motioning for you to follow.

“Come, Miss Y/L/N. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Agent Collins states as he guides you to a black SUV, opening the door for you as you climb in and watch the view you know disappears and change into one you never anticipated seeing up close.

Leaning against the window, your eyes widen in shock. “No way,” You mutter to yourself. “this, this is where you work?” You speak up as Collins nods to you.

“SHIELD is grateful for the support the Starks have offered, and in this case, Tony Stark himself has agreed to help us with our new situation.” Agent Collins checking in his rearview mirror as your curiosity expands as your eyes wander the entrance of the property.

“Who does SHIELD have?” You think to yourself as the car comes to an abrupt stop.

“We’re here.” The other agent states as you remain seated until the door is opened. “Come on, Ma'am. I’m afraid we don’t have all day.” He tells you as you climb out of the car, clinging to your bag tightly as you walk between the agents into the building.

“Took you long enough.” A familiar voice speaks up, and your body tenses as the tall dark man approach you, still wearing the eye patch and sporting all black.

“Agent Fury. Well, there were some delays.” Agent Collins motions to you. “So, where is he?”

Agent Fury turns around and walks toward the elevator. “You told her anything?” He asks as Agent Collins shakes his head. “Well, I guess I will.” He sighs.

“I, am I missing something?” You speak up and all eyes turn to you.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you recall the events that took place last Thursday?” Agent Fury asks you as he stares you down.

For a moment, you contemplate lying, play dumb. “Soulmate day?” You question, knowing better than to play all your cards at once.

Fury looks over to Agent Collins. “Yes, on soulmate day.” He retorts. “You see, we believe you’re soulmates with someone rather unique. And if it’s true, it means you’re in danger by association.” He explains as the elevator dings and the doors open.

“Sir, I, I don’t follow.” You comment as they all exit the elevator.

“Fury, finally.” A woman's voice enters, one you recognise from that day too.

“Y/N Y/L/N, this is Agent Hill.” Fury points to the woman before you who simply nods.

“About time, come on, he’s getting restless.” Hill remarks as you follow behind her, walking alongside Agent Collins.

“What’s going on?” You turn to Agent Collins as you try to keep up with the rest of the Agents. “I’m just a college student, you must have made a mistake.” You explain and nearly walk into the back of Agent Hill as she comes to a halt.

Agent Fury and Hill turn to face you. “Y/n, I can assure you there hasn’t been a mistake. It’ll make sense when you see what is on the other side of this door.” Hill explains, resting her hand on your shoulder. “If you need us, just let us know.” She adds, a small smile lining her lips as she nods to a man stood in front of the door.

“Okay.” You mutter as the door is left ajar for you.

Quickly you look around at the faces before sliding into the room, closing the door behind you as you keep your eyes fixated on your feet.

“Y/n?” Someone speaks up, a voice you knew, but, who? “Is that really you?” He asks, fear evident in his tone as he steps closer.

Lifting your head up, you focus on the blue eyes before you. “Who are you?” You ask as a sense of familiarity crosses your mind, something tugging you closer towards the blonde stranger.

The blonde reaches out, resting his hand on your cheek as tears line is gaze. “I’m Steve,” He breathes out. “and it’s a real pleasure to finally meet you.”  

"Steve?" You mutter, looking up in awe at your soulmate for the first time. "You're real."

Steve laughs softly as he takes you in, the girl he's been waiting for in the ice for decades, finally in front of him. "I'm real, and I promise I'm never letting you go."