#blond hair and green eyes look so jarring

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Double the trouble | Switch Up | n romanoff

Double the trouble AU

Summary: Yelena is back, the twins are older, and her scheming ways do nothing but backfire. a mother always knows…

Age: 8

Warnings: none

wc: 3.3k

note: hello! I’m back with another little oneshot for DTT. I’ve missed writing tbh and although this isn’t the best, I’m pleased to finally write. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting!

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Leaving the twins with Yelena was either the best idea or the worst idea Natasha had ever had. But with Wanda away visiting her brother, Natasha didn’t really have much of a choice. Work didn’t allow her to take time off like this, so she turned to the next best thing.

The blonde was as grumpy as anything until she was faced with the two bundles of joy that were her nieces. She hated kids, but Isla and Y/n were an exception. She opened the door with a huge grin as the twins came barreling towards her, crouching barely over the threshold to collect them in a hug.

Natasha hovered back by the stairs with a soft smile tugging at her lips. Despite having a rocky patch, she truly loved Yelena with all her heart. And seeing her girls happy was all that mattered. She wished she could stay, but with new development plans happening at the studio, she had to oversee the final meeting.

“Are you staying all day?” Isla asked, peering round to look at Yelena’s truck parked in the driveway. “Where’s Fanny?”

“I’ll get her out in a minute, and yes I am, lucky duck.” The twins cheered at her response, their chatter tumbling over the top of each other as they bombarded their aunt with questions. Natasha quickly stepped in, taking them by the hand so Yelena could finally enter the house. After sending her girls over to the couch, Natasha pulled Yelena to one side, whispering in hushed voices.

“It shouldn’t take long, but in case I’m held back, there’s boxed mac and cheese in the cupboard and the girls made cookies last night so they’re in the green jar.”

“Mac and cheese, green jar, got it.”

“Please don’t give them too much sugar,” Natasha warned, knowing her sister’s tendencies, “and they have been arguing a lot, so good luck.” She didn’t really need to tell Yelena what to do, she’d babysat since they were really little, but it gave Natasha a piece of mind to know they were well looked after.

“Natasha, they’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me? Yelena asked with a grin.

“Absolutely not.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “So who’s the troublemaker this time?”

“Y/n has been in a mood for the past few days, so it’s currently her. Apparently Isla's existence annoys her.” As if on cue, a yell sounded from the living room and Natasha inwardly groaned. A moment of peace was never on the cards.

As she went to sort out whatever argument was occurring with her eight year olds, Yelena let Fanny out of the car and watched the Akita bound up the front steps, her tail wagging frantically. Any normal person would feel bad about the amount of hair she shed, but it only made Yelena laugh. She truly made every place her home.

The scene in the living room was absurd even for Yelena. Natasha was scolding a pouting Y/n whilst Isla cried in her arms, clutching something hidden behind her hair. Yelena hovered awkwardly, unsure how to approach, and Fanny did the same. It was almost like she could read the room.

Natasha, breathing a sigh of relief, gestured for Yelena to approach, to which she did. A sniffly Isla was pushed in her direction and the young girl lunged at her aunt, clinging to her waist with a sob.

“What happened?” Yelena mouthed, her eyebrows shooting up as Natasha held up what looked like a barbie doll. “Where’s the hair?”

“This one got scissor happy,” Natasha said exasperatedly, jabbing her thumb in Y/n’s direction.

“She stole my barbie!” Y/n protested, folding her arms across her chest in a huff.

“No!” Isla burst out,” that’s mine!”

“Well I don’t care, I was playing with it!”

“Get your own!”

Above their heads, Natasha gave Yelena a look. This is what she had been dealing with since Wanda left and although she hated leaving her kids, the bickering was starting to wear her down. It was Yelena’s turn to handle it for once. She just hoped the house would still be standing when she got back.

“Girls, please,” Natasha sighed, standing up with the barbie in her hand. “Mama has to go in a minute, and I’m not having you acting up for Yelena.” She used her stern mom voice and Y/n paled, hating being told off. “Y/n, can you apologise to Isla please.”

“No.”

Natasha may have a soft spot for her youngest but the glare that crossed her features made the little girl’s eyes well up and she hung her head in shame. “Y/n…” Natasha warned, knowing what came next if she didn’t start behaving.

“Sorry,” Y/n mumbled, suddenly very interested in the sleeve of her pink sweater.

“Good,” Natasha stated, brushing off the dog hair from her sleek black suit trousers. “I want you two on your best behaviour, and Yelena will tell me everything that happens. If I find out that you’ve been disrespectful and naughty, I will tell Mama. Okay?”

The girls mumbled in chorus, with Isla still clinging on to Yelena and Y/n standing by herself. It was just a phase, Natasha had to keep reminding herself that, but it certainly felt as though it was going to last forever. She wasn’t the bad mom, but Y/n’s behaviour had been so bad lately that not a day went by where she wasn’t being told off. It hurt her to see her daughter so upset, but Natasha stood strong. It was her own kindred spirit that she saw in Y/n, and now she understood why she was such a difficult child sometimes.

“We’re going to have fun, right guys?” Yelena asked with extravagant enthusiasm, although the responses she got were far from it. “You can go and do your boring adult stuff whilst the cool kids do… cool kid stuff.”

Natasha anxiously glanced at her kids, a wave of doubt washing over her. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can cancel-”

“Natasha, go, I’ll be fine. They’re angels with me and I’ve got Fanny with me if it all goes wrong.”

The dog in question gave a small woof and Natasha eyed her warily, far more a cat person than a dog person. She wasn’t totally convinced, but motherhood had made her anxious so she straightened out her jacket and nodded, psyching herself up.

“I’ll be back by 5, 6 at the latest.”

“Have a good day Mama,” Y/n said quietly, trying desperately to get back on her good side. Having Wanda mad at her was bad enough, but having Natasha was the worst thing she could think of. And when her Mama crouched down and opened her arms, Y/n took her chance to get to the hug first, muttering another ‘sorry’ to try and make amends.

“Be good, girls. I’ll be home soon.”

‘Aunty Lena, does Mama hate me?” Y/n asked as the door closed. The blonde frowned and turned to her niece, her large green eyes piercing into the Russian’s soul.

“Of course not, little bug. But you have to start being nice to Isla, okay?”

“I know,” Y/n replied. “She just really makes me mad.”

“That’s what sisters do. Your mama and I used to fight all the time.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “You did?”

“It’s totally normal, little bug. When your mama had blue hair, I used to tease her about it all the time.”

Isla’s head perked up at that. “Mama had blue hair?”

“Has she never shown you pictures?” Yelena asked in disbelief. Both girls shook their heads and Yelena grinned. “I’ll make some hot chocolate and I can show you. Your grandma put all our photos as kids in an album.”

The twins cheered loudly and ran to the kitchen, laughing with each other. It was such a stark contrast to earlier that Yelena had to do a double take at what she was witnessing.

“I’m glad you’re not this much work,” she muttered to Fanny, who barked happily at the noise. Kids really were hard work.

~~~

“Lena, kick it!” Isla yelled across the garden, dancing around the goal whilst her aunt really took her time. She was doing it purely to mess with her niece, and it was working perfectly. With another yell, Isla sprinted out of the goal in an attempt to tackle, but Yelena took her chance and sent the ball flying into the goal with a thud.

“That’s not fair!” She cried, running over to retrieve it.

“Another point to Aunt Lena!” Y/n announced from her place at the side before launching into another back walkover. She’d only recently learned the skill at dance and was more than happy to do acro tricks whilst they played. As long as she kept score as promised.

“No! That doesn’t count,” Isla protested, one foot propped up on the ball. “She cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat, you just have no patience,” Yelena said sassily, propping a hand up on her hip. “You’re not going to make a very good goal keeper.”

“I hate soccer anyway,” Isla grumbled, kicking the ball as hard as she could in Yelena’s direction. “It sucks.”

“It’s only because you’re bad at it,” Y/n piped up, now sitting on the porch steps after exhausting herself from cartwheels.

“You’re worse!” Typical comeback but Yelena had had enough. With a roll of her eyes, she marched towards the goal, giving Isla a bump with her elbow as she walked past.

“New game, I’ll be in goal and you have to work together to score. Deal?”

Isla shook her head. “I’m not playing with her, she can’t even kick a ball!”

“I can too!” Y/n protested, sprinting up to her sister. “I’m better than you and I don’t even have lessons.”

“That’s so not true. You-”

“Guys!” Yelena shouted, her Russian accent thickly coating her words. “Do you ever stop this fighting? It’s so annoying!”

The twins went silent, an uncommon phenomenon. Y/n muttered something under her breath but Yelena didn’t have it in her to care anymore. Every time she babysat it made her more and more impressed at how Natasha did it. A true saint.

“New rules. You have to pass it to each other before trying to score. If you don’t, the point goes to me. Okay?”

“Fine!”

Surprisingly, very few fights broke out over the course of the game. Isla did most of the scoring after Y/n well and truly botched her tries. But in her defence, her legs weren’t made for kicking the shit out of a soccer ball.They were made for cartwheels, which Isla soon got fed up with.

After far too long outside, Yelena rounded them up and herded them back inside after teeth started chattering and Y/n’s soaked trouser legs from falling over were turning her lips slightly blue.

After a quick bath she sat them both on Isla’s bed and dug through her closet for some comfier clothes. After a few minutes she sat back on her knees, her mind racing.

“Do you guys match anymore?”

“Ew,” Isla said, her nose scrunching. “Never. All Y/n wears is pink, and I hate pink.”

“You also hate dresses too.”

Yelena was quiet for a moment, the cogs in her head turning. She turned around with a sheepish smile, almost shaking with excitement.

“I have an idea, but you need to cooperate… okay?”

~~~

Natasha sighed as she stepped out of her car, her breath forming a small cloud in front of her. It was far too cold for October and she rushed up the front steps to get inside. The building work was looking amazing and she knew Y/n was itching to get back to the studio just as much as she was (there was only so much kitchen ballet they could do).

It was eerily quiet as the front door opened, only her heels sounding on the wooden floor as she approached the kitchen. She wasn’t met with a pile of bodies throwing themselves at her, which was probably more strange than the silence. Had she trusted Yelena too much and her sister had kidnapped her children and ran off to Russia? Honestly it wasn’t such a surprising theory.

Empty kitchen… empty living room… this was weird. But the sound of giggles couldn’t be hidden and Natasha kicked off her heels at the bottom of the stairs and took the stairs two at a time, her trousers straining around her thigh muscles. Isla’s laugh was the most distinguishable and she pushed the door open slowly, trying not to startle anyone.

The wholesome sight of the three of them sitting on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals was enough to melt Natasha’s heart and she smiled softly, leaning on the doorframe waiting for someone to notice her. And strangely it wasn’t Y/n but Isla who jumped up first, almost stumbling over Fanny to get to her Mama with a shriek.

Natasha caught her daughter in her arms and pressed kisses all over her face, warmth flooding her body. She would never feel complete when she was away from her girls.

Y/n quickly joined in, wanting the same cuddles. Natasha crouched down and stroked their cheeks before pausing slightly, squinting. Something wasn’t right and Yelena’s overly wide grin didn’t help her suspicions either. She stroked Isla’s hair with a chuckle and straightened up, her back aching from bending down so much.

“Did you girls have a good day?” She asked, watching as Y/n settled back on the floor beside Fanny. “You both look happier than when I left.”

“We played soccer and beat Aunt Lena!” Y/n piped up. “I scored all the goals.”

“No, I helped too!”

Natasha didn’t miss the way Yelena nudged her nieces or how their eyes went as wide as saucers. But the redhead just chuckled and took a seat on Isla’s bed, her legs slightly aching from standing all day.

Isla stood in front of her, clearly torn with where to go. Natasha knew she wanted to sit on her knee but watched as she settled beside Yelena again. It was impressive, Natasha gave her that much. Very dedicated to the cause.

“You did? Well done baby. Have you behaved today?”

“They’ve been angels, sestra, as usual. It’s only you they are bad for.” Yelena had a shit eating grin and it took everything in Natasha not to launch a pillow at her head. But she could not condone aggression around her violent children anyway before Y/n got any more ideas.

“Is that right?”

“Mama you had blue hair!”

If looks could kill, Yelena would be well and truly dead. If there was one thing Natasha hated, it was pictures of her younger self. She made far too many questionable decisions and went through one too many boxes of hair dye, so seeing pictures was a no no. Not even Wanda had seen many. And now her daughters had seen the worst ones which she was never going to live down.

“Yelena Belova… what did you do.”

The blonde just shrugged and jumped up, causing Fanny to do the same. The queen of avoiding things. “Who wants Aunt Yelena’s special mac and cheese?”

The twins both cheered and raced out of the room after their aunt, leaving Natasha slightly bewildered in the blue and white room. There were times where Natasha convinced herself that Yelena wasn’t all that bad, and then she pulled stunts like this and put herself back on top of Natasha’s hit list. But that was never going to change.

“What else did you show my kids, Yelena?”

No reply. Typical.

Natasha truly was outnumbered when her sister was around. But then she remembered what was really going on and a small laugh escaped Natasha’s mouth. Adorable, really.

Y/n and Isla helped as much as they could to make dinner, including standing on a chair to stir the boiling noodles and dumping the cheese packets in when instructed. Natasha was banished to setting the table after Isla gave her a lecture about her inability to cook, clearly something else she’d picked up from Yelena. But Natasha yielded, setting the cutlery down with a shake of her head. The longer it went on for, the more she tried not to laugh. And the more slip ups she noticed.

Like how Isla wouldn’t stand on the chair because she was scared of heights, even though yesterday she climbed the largest tree in the backyard. And how Y/n stood still when waiting for her turn, when she’d usually be twirling around with her apron. Natasha could only watch as Yelena heavily emphasised their names and the twins burst into giggles whenever they answered her. It was adorable to see and she couldn’t wait to tell Wanda.

They ate in silence, which was usually the case when mac and cheese was involved. And the girls did very well, Natasha gave them that, until she pulled an admittedly evil move.

“How about cookies?” Yelena asked once plates were cleared and the table was wiped down.

“It sounds good to me,” Natasha agreed, grabbing the tin and sitting back at the table. “One each, you too Yelena. And Y/n, you know the rules. You got in trouble today so you don’t get a cookie.”

She slid the tin to Isla who happily reached in until a protest sounded from the girl next to her.

“That’s not fair! That’s my cookie!”

Isla had already shoved her cookie in her mouth at this point, the crumbs sticking to her cheeks and the front of her shirt. She grinned happily, thankful she agreed to Yelena’s scheming plot.

“Mama! That’s mine!”

Natasha shook her head. “No Y/n, those aren’t the rules, you know that.”

Isla smacked her palm against the tabletop. “I’m not Y/n! She is!” She pointed at her sister harshly, who was licking the crumbs from her fingertips. “We switched!”

“Isla!” Y/n whined, “You weren’t supposed to spoil it!”

“I’m not losing my cookie, give it to me!”

“No,” Y/n said with a grin. “Mama said you can’t have one, so you can’t.”

“I hate you!”

Natasha watched the scene unfold, with Yelena looking more and more concerned. The blonde turned to her sister for help, but was met with only a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Do something!” Yelena hissed, but Natasha shook her head.

“Absolutely not,” Natasha said, leaning back in her chair. “It’s your mess, you fix it.”

“Tell her Aunt Lena!” Isla cried, tears threatening to spill. “Tell her I’m Isla! I’m not Y/n.”

Whilst Isla was nearing a breakdown, Y/n’s mean streak thickened. “These cookies really are good.”

“Mama please!”

Natasha rounded the table and placed a kiss on Isla’s forehead before passing her the biggest cookie from the tin. “Here baby, you’re okay,” she soothed, gently wiping her tears. “But your Aunt is an idiot. I did know it was you all along Isl’s, I’m sorry baby.” She picked her daughter up and set her on her lap, holding her close as she ate her cookie.

Yelena’s mouth fell open. “You knew?”

“From the moment ���Isla’ ran to me first.” Yelena hit the table, muttering ‘dammit’ under her breath. “A mother always know, Yel. Always.”

[evalayfield]

am i like the only person who thinks that blond haired stanley is ugly?????

[lowkeyrobin]

NEWT ; the night we met

summary ; newt is new to the glade & you're there when he regains his name

warnings ; language, alcohol, very pre-thomas era (about three or four years)

track ; the night we met ; lord huron

word count ; 1.3k

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Newt, with his arrival to the glade in the box, was a frightened little Greenie. He was merely fourteen years old, about 5"7, with dirty blonde hair just barely hiding his eyes. He seemed awestruck, as usual Greenies were, and obviously scared and confused.

Alby sadly didn't have any answers for him, many, at that. He just had the rundown of the Glade to give him and the rules and to introduce him to the other Gladers out and about. He wouldn't be able to introduce him to you or Minho, seeing as you were both running the maze right now.

The second the poor boy heard the word maze, he nearly had a panic attack. It was like something in the back of his brain had been triggered, reminding him of something he couldn't remember.

But as the cool, green forest faded into an orange-y warm fire, the sun set above, leading you and Minho back to the Glade to join the monthly Greenie bonfire. There was work to be done, tasking you with business before you could join.

The fifteen year old Minho begged you to hurry up, but you had to map out a new section of the maze. There was no fooling around for you at the moment. So, he leaves without you, curiosity stabbing him as he jogs back into the main Glade, away from the Deadheads.

You, finally, were able to join around eleven or so, the moon nearly centered in the dark sky above.

You had a cup of Gally's secret juice in your hand as you rest your back against a tree, a nice view of both the fire and the little fight-circle. You take your time to enjoy the peace and intoxicate yourself, ridding yourself of any worries.

You lay your eyes on the new Greenie, a light, inviting smile as he looks back at you. He was standing all alone, staring at the fire like he was trying to think long and hard about his past. He joins you, seeing that you were also alone, watching the fire and the other boys talk and have fun.

He sits criss-cross next to you, an awkward little hi slipping from his mouth.

"Know your name yet, Greenie?" You ask him, taking a sip from your cup.

He shakes his head, a slight twinge of sadness twinkling in his eyes.

"Don't worry," You pat him on the shoulder, "You'll get it back soon"

He nods, basking the two of you in a calm silence, listening to the fire crackle and the boys cheering and whooping a few yards away. He speaks up after a few minutes, having been conjuring up a question for you.

"How long have you been here?" He asks, question and curiosity dripping off his tongue.

You shrug, "Seven months. Same thing every day, all day. It's nice after a while, I guess."

He nods, watching Gally and Alec tussle and shove each other around the fight circle. He looks down at the mason jar in your hand, seeing you cringe as you feel the sour taste hit your tastebuds.

"What's that?"

You deviously smile, "Gally's secret concoction." You hold out the glass for him, giving him a look to try it.

He looks between you and the glass jar filled with the dark yellow liquid, seeking approval in your eyes. You nod, silently urging him to try it.

"It's good for the nerves"

He's silent for a moment before he takes it in his hand and takes a quick swig of it. He cringes as he hands the jar back, coughing up a fit as he rubs his mouth with his wrist.

You lightly laugh, watching his dramatic reaction.

"Good for nerves?" He repeats, smacking his lips to try and rid the taste from his mouth. "What is that, bloody hell!"

You giggle, setting the jar down in the grass with a little twist so it'd stay. "Dunno, ask Gally"

"Which one is Gally? Good God" He lightly coughs, "It tastes like piss!"

You stand up, a hand out to help Newt up. "I'll show you around, hm?"

He nods, taking your hand as you walk around the bonfire.

"Y'know Alby and Fry, right?"

He nods.

"Cool. Well, that's Minho, my best friend. He's a runner, as am I. He's Keeper of the Runners, though, very down to Earth and stuff. There's Gally and the other builders. They're strong but dumb." You shrug. "Winston is Keeper of the Slicers. He and that whole crew are wonderful. Zart and Jeff are the Med-Jacks. Go to them if you have a splinter or a cold, they'll help you out"

The blonde nods, following your gaze and finger as you look to and point the others out.

"And those are the Track-Hoes. They're gardeners, very sweet, that's Sam, Keeper of the Track-Hoes" You finish, giving him a warm smile as you look back at him.

He goes silent for a moment, looking dazed and zoned out before you snap him back to reality.

"Greenie? Hey, dude?"

"Newt" His lips curl into a smile, eyes twinkling as he looks at you. "Newt. My name is Newt"

You widely smile and chuckle in excitement, both of you with your hands on each other's shoulders as you bounce around, both buzzed off of the alcohol you'd been served.

"Greenie has a name!" You shout, looking to him for him to shout out his name, the whole Glade looking at you two.

"My name is Newt!" He smiles, looking to you for approval.

In your buzzed state, you convince him to jump on your back as you loop around the large fire, the boys chanting his name.

"Welcome to the Glade, Newton!"

"Newton?"

"It's gotta stand for something!"

The boys continuously chant and holler his name, a smile painting his freckled face. You had all of him now, his kind, friendly and trustworthy personality, his dirty blonde hair, his freckles, and his dorky name.

He felt his brain take a photo of the scene as he looked slightly down at you, a hand on your scalp, the other formed in a fist which he held in the air. From the crackling fire beside him, to the feeling of the warm air against his face, to the boys in a circle watching as you proudly carry him on your shoulders. The smell of the bitter drink passed around the bonfire haunted his nose, and the way you gripped onto his ankles for safety did as well.

After the bonfire, the drunk boys return to the Homestead one by one, leaving you, Minho, Newt, and most of the builders by the fire. Minho struck up a conversation with Newt by the fire, sitting on a log together while you sit at the log on the right of them, sipping on Gally's secret drink. You weren't shitfaced but you weren't buzzed either, just the right amount of kind of out of it. You wanted to rid your life of any stress tonight, considering your friend and your new friend, Newt, were getting along and no one had tried to kill each other today, a win in your eyes.

Minho, wanting to embarass you, buzzed, brings up how you requested a guitar from the box and actually received it, although you never touched it afterward because you didn't want to be made fun of. Newt found this interesting and began begging you to play, even just for a minute. He never heard any real, genuine music before, and to experience it from you, his first actual friend would've been a memory he'd remember for a lifetime and more.

You eventually comply, striking a deal that if you play, you wouldn't be singing. You walk back and forth from the fire to the Homestead, retrieving the guitar, re-tuning it on your walk back to the two boys. You sit down again with a dramatic sigh and strum on the strings once to make sure it was properly tuned now.

Newt watches with a smile as you strum away, humming along to the rhythm.

The same rhythm that he could decode one certain phrase from underneath the warm, orange light of the fire, which was now dying out.

Take me back to the night we met.

[millylotus]

Secret Son John Constantine

Inspired by @herbatahleb's funny little fanart

As the title says The Everlasting Trio have a child and his name is John “Hellblazer” Constantine

He’s making his parents proud

John was born of a kind of soul blood pact between the three, he got his blonde hair from Sam, his eyes from Tucker, and his overall appearance is a mix of the three of them

John grew up to follow in Tucker & Sam’s footsteps of magic, he’s a born sorcerer unlike them though

His relationship with his parents is generally good, but because of how he treats his soul his relationship with Danny has deteriorated

They argue about this alot, John’s soul is his own and what he does with it really isn’t any of Danny’s business, Danny has the concerned parent vibes of the parent of a sex worker, their fears are founded but they need to trust their kid to know how to take care of themselves

John hates visiting home because of it, Dani will sometimes drag him back home for holidays but he doesn’t stay long

Sam & Tucker try to get them to get along but it isn’t really working

Then one day Danny gets accidentally summoned by the Justice League

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John doesn’t recognize the summoning circle as it buzzes to life, he doesn’t know what type of creature or being will pop out. If they’re good or bad, or even merciful but he knows they’re strong from the intricate design or the circle. So he recklessly jumps forward, pushing Hal out of the binding circle so the Lantern isn’t bound to the summoned being.

John takes the binding with a scream of pain, feeling electricity shoot up his spine.

He can hear the Leaguers shouting his name, he’s vaguely aware of Jordan supporting him. But what he hears clearest was the voice of a man he most despised in the world at the moment.

“Really John? You didn’t have to do that, he would have been fine.”

John closes his eyes tight and breaths deep, he looks up to the voice and looks into the toxic green eyes as they met his own brown ones.

“Good to see you too Father.”

The green eyed being rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “Yes, hello Son. It’s great to see you again as well.”

The League had only heard a few things about John Constantine’s family. They knew he had three parents who’re polyamouros, that he has an older sister and an aunt. Besides that all they have are silent grumblings about “Father won’t like this” when he does something risky.

But to see a young filipino man probably no older than twenty, floating over John “Hellblazer” Constantine and looking down on him like a disappointed parent. It was jarring.

Wonder Woman was the first to say anything “John, could you perhaps explain what just happened?”

John and his father broke their intense eye contact to look at Diana, who barely flinched at the sudden attention, the others behind her weren’t so fearless.

Constantine sighed carefully stepping away from Hal, “This is my Father.”

Hal snorted, “Yeah we got that man.”

“Yes John, introduce me to your friends here.”

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Danny is generally snarky when meeting the League, he makes some weird comments about John hanging out with superheroes, that could be construed as rude

The others are kinda pestering John about who his dad even is, while John is more focused on getting the fucking bind removed

He eventually has to ask Zatanna for help

Danny for the most part is hanging out with the League while John’s working

Someone calls him Mr.Constantine and Danny quickly corrects them saying that isn’t his last name

Which sparks a whole conversation of John’s last name, which Danny isn’t about to say cause real names have power and such

Danny sees John working closely with Zatanna and asks if he’s with her or not, John is beyond embarrassed and even worse is when Danny brings up King Shark, mentioning that Dani really liked him too

John snarks back that then King Shark should have just gone for her instead of him since Danny was so adamant about King Shark being such a great son-in-law

Things get awkward quick as the two snark back at each other while everyone else realizes where John gets it from

It almost becomes a screaming match before the League has to break it up before they go to far

John ends up just calling Sam & Tucker so they can just break the binding

It’s a tense few minutes before they get there, and the League just kinda has to sit there as father & son fume not looking at each other

When Tucker & Sam get there they see the two not wanting to talk to each other at all

Leaguers are not reeling at seeing John’s other parents who he also vaguely looks like but also not

As the two work on the binding John & Danny are being passive aggressive

The two decide that John & Danny need to spend some time together to get this shit figured out

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Sam : Alright that’s it *Sam & Tucker stop working, Sam has her head in her hands and Tucker is leaning far back* Danny : What? John : I’m sorry? Tucker : You two have been fighting for far to long, you’ve probably forgotten why Danny : I know exactly why, it’s because John doesn’t know how to treat his soul right! John : By The Ancients! You’re still on about that Danny : Of course! Sam : Will you both just SHUT UP! *Silence* Sam : We’re not breaking the binding, you two are going to stay stuck together Danny : Sammy! John : Mama, Papa. Please don’t do this! Tucker : Nuh-uh, this happening, you two are getting a some father-son bonding time for the week! John *distressed*: Why! You can’t just– it’s not fair! *Sam & Tucker loosen up a bit, looking to John softly* Sam : Baby it’s alright, we’re not trying to punish you we just want you & your father to actually talk things through Danny : It feels like your punishing me Tucker : You are his father, you will be the civil one in this so don’t you fucking dare get any lip *Danny goes silent* Sam *sigh* : We’ll be leaving now Tucker : Good look you two The two leave, then silence Danny : Do you still have that demon house of yours? John *sigh* : Yeah I’ll show you a room for your stay

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Most of the story is really just about John & Danny learning to get along again

Danny has to finally trust his kid to know what he’s doing with his own body

And John realising that his dad just wants to keep him safe & stuff

By the end of their basically grounding the two have begun to mend their relationship, Danny promises to come over and visit along with inviting John back home to the zone when he feels like

I've been meaning to post this for awhile now & it's just been sitting in my drafts until I finally remembered it.

Hope you liked is! :]

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[mayghosts]

High Infidelity: Wound Open (1)

Summary: and the cycle repeats!

(Previous) (TOC) (Next)

Warnings: toxic relationships

AN: READ PILOT FIRST IT MAKES MORE SENSE guys I'm really trying to release more routinely, I promise there will be more coming ❤️

You walked to the counter slowly, your feet sticking to the floor as you tried to avoid looking at Kate. Part of drowning your losses in fro-yo, was staring at the multitude of flavors, and then picking the same cherry and vanilla tart swirl every time. All of it is part of a routine to you, argue with Cait, ‘agree’ to go on a break, get your fro-yo, wallow in self hatred and isolation, let her appologize, get back together and then it just happens again.

Kate being here was never supposed to be a part of the routine. You sluggishly dragged your feet over to the toppings, mini marshmallows, cherry sauce, chocolate sprinkles and cool whip. Same as last time. It will be the exact same toppings next time.

As you reached for the cool whip spoon, you found yourself grabbing Kates hand from across the counter. “…Sorry” you pulled your hand back, looking up to watch Kate scoop a big lump of cool whip ontop of what looked like a big cup chocolate peanut butter swirl. She hummed back at you before reaching for the chocolate chip spoon. Awkwardly, you finished up your toppings and headed over to the register.

The flourencents hummed and the sound of the slamming register drawer broke you from your trance. The bored college student behind the register handed you your change, which you dropped in the tip jar before heading outside to sit in your car.

Patting your pockets and digging through your wallet, you came to the realization that you had locked your keys in your car. Slumping against the side of the building, you let the tears fall again. Sometimes, you couldn't help but feel that everything is absolutely pointless without Caitlin.

You snapped your head around as you heard the bell jingle to the shop door. Once again you found yourself making eye contact with Kate. She stalled for a minute in the doorway, seemingly trying to find the words to say before she gave up and just sat against the wall with you.

While you weren't exactly opposed to her company, this was very different from your typical routine. By now in the cycle you were supposed to be back in your dorm, wallowing in sadness and reliving the argument over and over again.

“I locked my keys in my car.” You turned your head to look at the side of her face as you spoke. Her face was illuminated by the yellow light pouring from the window above her head. She was silent for a second before she let out a quiet giggle that she attempted to hide with a cough. You gently smiled at her actions, before looking back at your fro-yo. It was silent for a moment before Kate looked at you again, “Want to go for a drive?”

Your hair whipped in the wind as Kate floored it, driving down the long straight road. Passing mile marker after mile marker, the remains of your fro-yo sat rejected in her cupholder. Resting your head in the open window you watched as the trees zoomed by in a blur of green and orange. You tilted your head to watch Kate as she drove. Two hands on the wheel, long blonde hair flapping around in the wind, she seemed so soft. You had always wondered how Kate and Caitlin got along so well. They had always seemed so different to you, but then again you knew Caitlin in a different way than you knew Kate.

You savoured the silence that remained between the two of you while it lasted. You knew that whatever peace you had with Kate now would be gone as soon as Caitlin called her and broke the news.

Caitlin had always been such a controlling factor in your life. Your friends were Caits friends, your closest family figures were Caitlins parents, your favorite movie was also Caitlins favorite. The list goes on. Without Caitlin being a present figure in your life, you found yourself without parents, friends or a favorite movie.

Frank ocean played quietly over her car speakers as Kate pulled into your dorm parking lot. “Thanks for driving me back.” you grabbed your melted cup of fro-yo and started to get out of the car. “Thanks for letting me drive you.” A small smile graced her face and in that moment you couldn't help but think how dreamy this whole night was. The rising sun cast oranges and pinks over the parking lot as you hummed back in response. “And don’t forget to call Triple AAA tomorrow morning, okay?” “goodnight Kate,” you smiled to yourself as you walked through the lobby.

The misery and self loathing didn't hit you until next morning, and you have Kate to thank for pushing back the misery time line.

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

When Aizawa had first seen Danny lose control it had been during the U.S.J attack, he had seen the nomu on his back and his hair stood up on end, flowing on a wind that wasn't there. The hair had reminded him so much of Oboro he had looked away and didn't even try to erase the boys quirk as he barrelled foward with a guttural scream, a scream that was full of pain and anguish, a screm that still haunted his nightmares. he hangs onto that day as the day he had failed as a teacher. He had let him run into a dangerous fight and didn't even try to stop him because just the site of his student looking like that made his chest feel even more crushed than the weight of the nomu on his back.

He had later found out from Tsuyu that Danny hadn't dived foward to attack the nomu, he had went for the man with the hands that clung all over his body that stood a few meters away.

The second time it had been in a practice match where Danny was paired with Kaminari, the blonde had shocked him on accident when he patted his shoulder in celebration and Danny had snapped. He had yelled at the blonde as his hair once again floated up, being closer he could see clearly that his hair was more like fire than hair. Eyes glowing a menacing shade of green that looked more toxic than they previously did, hands clenching with so much force they were shaking.

He had looked away again.

While it wasn't identical he couldn't stand the sight.

When he was sure it was back to normal he scolded him and Danny had apologised to Kaminari and had asked to leave because he didn't feel well, Aizawa let him. He had let him because he couldn't face seeing him any longer.

The third time Danny had been crying outside on the ground, bright white hair whipping in the wind. He had gotten closer out of concern for his student but as he did he noticed his hair was floating, in that moment he had a thought of just leaving, he was quiet enough that Danny wouldn't have noticed he was there to begin with.

He decided to stay.

He held the boy as he cried and as he placed his hand on his head to comfort him his mind flashed back to his friend he had lost, and he almost started crying along with him.

The next time it wasn't as jarring, Danny was fighting in the sports festival and although he felt the burn in his throat at the reminder of his dead friend he was okay.

Hazashi wasn't.

He stopped his exited announcements and was staring, he didn't look away from Danny as he continued his rambling with a slight crack in his voice. When there was a break in the festival he had whispered to Aizawa that he needed a hug, he cried into him and this time Aizawa let himself cry too.

He hadn't seen Danny take the final exam in person but being paired up with Sero he had been against Nemuri so both he had Hazsahi had heard all about it together.

At the training camp he didn't see much of Danny, but the moment he and the rest of the class found out about Bakugou being taken his hair had started to rise and Aizawa had looked away again. He wasn't proud of himself but the raw emotions of his own failure was staring him in his face and he didn’t want to think about his friend, he didn’t want to think about what Oboro would think of him. And so he refused to look at the young boy that brought up those memories like a coward, a coward that still thought those thoughts even without the visual reminder there.

The next time was a shock to everyone, Danny had came into class in high spirits and was smiling so much that he rivalled All Might. Half way though the class he had jumped up, tears in his eyes as he asked to leave, hair floating and blowing in an imaginary wind yet again. Aizawa was going to say no, he was going to lecture him for interrupting but something in his students eyes made him pause.

Panic.

There was no reason for him to be afraid or panicked and yet here he was shaking and in tears over something, Oboro wasn't a thought in his mind as he let him go.

When Danny had told him he already had an ultimate move but couldn't use it because it was dangerous he had thought he was bluffing, Aizawa had brushed it off and gave him the go ahead.

The wail that burst out of his body caused the whole class to freak out, they had all been caught off guard with the loud inhuman wail, it was surprising even to him. Aizawa knew better than to try and erase Danny's quirk at this point so he resorted to covering his ears, eyes focused on his student. When the noise had stopped Danny stood there unmoving, eyes staring at the destruction the waves had caused. Hair blowing as tears streamed down his face.

When he had tried to comfort him he got a croaky apology and Danny fell down, giving apology after apology with a broken voice.

Danny promised to never use it unless there was no other choice. Aizawa didn't want to agree but looking at mess it had created he couldn't help himself, it was far too destructive for a hero to use. The world was lucky he was trying to be a hero, a power like that could level cities.

Aizawa tried his best to comfort his student and the hair didn't feel out of place, it didn't bring up memories or make him uneasy like it had previously. It was a small victory.

It took Aizawa an embarrassing amout of time to realise that his hair was a show of emotion, It made a lot of sense and now that he knew he felt stupid.

Danny was dead.

A simple statement that he had made when telling him about his powers and where he was originally from, something he had said without giving away any emotion.

His hair had started to flow and that was the thing what gave him away.

And once again Oboro was in his mind,

Dead.

He told them about the portal and ghosts with a straight face, he told him about his clone and who had created her. There were only 3 of his kind and Aizawa thinks that must be a lonely existence.

The moment he had broke was when he talked about stepping into the portal, Aizawas stomach filled with dread.

Electrocution.

He had died in his own basement, he was dead.

Danny spoke softly as tears fell, about how it felt like his whole body was being destroyed and put back together again over and over as the ectoplasm introduced itself to his dna. The bitter laugh that spilled from his lips at how he was lucky struck Aizawa’s heart and finally he felt like he understood his student.

Oboro was dead, he couldn't do anything about that but he could help this kid who sat infront of him with tears in his eyes and the same flowing hair that he once had.

Danny was dead, but at least he could still help him live.

[levi-venn]

Been having Thoughts about the Mirror Batch! I picture Void and Memento with black hair (like most of the regs), and I picture Headshot with gray hair a couple shades darker than Crosshair's. Do you have any headcanons about what they look like? Or if they have any tattoos?

I'm so happy you asked! Here's your answer below. For anyone curious about these OCs, here is more information on The Mirror Squad

Physical Appearance of the Mirror Squad

Striker

It isn’t often Striker is found without his helmet and his jumpsuit which helps regulate his hypersensitive senses. However, his helmet and suit can’t protect him from the sensory overload of his own hair. For this reason, Striker isn’t just bald. He is hairless. He has pale thin cuts over his body from shakily and obsessively shaving any hair he can find. Circuit crafted a laser hair-removal device for his brother to protect his skin from that dangerous obsession.

Striker has no tattoos.

His eyes are a stormy light gray that constantly bounce around his surroundings, drawn to every sound and flicker of light that isn’t often heard or seen by his brothers.

Circuit

We actually get to see Cryptid-style images of Circuit in the series finale of Bad Batch. While Circuit's hair is cut short here, Circuit's hair tends to be up in a messy bun, his face scruffy from sheer disinterest in personal grooming until Headshot tells him to clean up. His hair is salt and pepper, the white strands borne from the stress of his augmentations. 

Circuit is a brilliant artist and is covered in tattoos he applies himself. The gentle buzzing and the consistent rhythmic pain allieviates the stress of his overactive mind and calm his twitchy body.

While his skin heals, Crunch happily volunteers as his “canvas” and will sit for hours while Circuit tattoos his brother. Circuit's tattoos are a series of colorful vectors, geometric shapes, a strings of lime green binary that spell out things like “I joined the GAR and all I got was insomnia and this tattoo” and “If found, return to Crunch”

Circuit is leaner than his brothers teetering on underweight due to an instable, high metabolism and nausea caused by sleep deprivation.

Crunch

Crunch's pigment is lighter than his brothers, more freckled, with sandy blonde buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown that are rumored to turn black when he is in "Rampage Mode", though this is mostly due to extreme pupil dilation.

Most of Crunch's body is tattooed at this point thanks to Circuit. Crunch’s favorite tattoo is on his chest of a Rancor wearing a rainbow party hat sitting next to a broken growth jar eating uj cake. This was a surprise tattoo from Circuit for Crunch's "Growth Jar Day", a holiday only Circuit and Crunch celebrate. 

Void

Void, our Eerily Calm Soldier, has no tattoos as he does not see the point in them. “The body is a decaying vessel, temporary like everything else.” Void does, however, see the point in paying special attention to his hair. In fact, Void is obsessive about his coal-black hair (black hair in honor of Fanfictasia's suggestion!), sculpting it daily into a short, narrow mohawk. His facial hair is meticulously groomed into a devilishly thin mustache with a stripe of hair on his chin.

Void has a multi-branched, red lightning scar on the right side of his chest that travels up his shoulder. The scar is from a mission gone wrong that resulted in Headshot saving his life, earning a permanent scar himself. Void never speaks of that mission, but he refused medical treatment of his own scar, wishing it to be permanent. It was a souvenir of the time Headshot saved his life.

Nothing "moves" Void emotionally, but Headshot's self-sacrifice was a fascinating event he thinks of often.

Headshot (CX-2)

Above is concept art for CX-2 ("Sniper Clone") by Dawn Carlos for the official Star Wars Bad Batch Episode Guide.

Headshot is the only Mirror Squad member that kept his appearance as close to a Regulation Clone as possible. It helped diffuse tension between his brothers and the Regs since the Regs saw him as a “familiar face”. This conscious choice was also part of his larger plan to convince more Regs to defecting from the GAR (a plan that ultimately sealed his and his squad's fate to be put On Ice, their memories wiped, and become CX Troopers).

Headshot's facial scar came from an IG-100 MagnaGuard's electro staff, a scar he earned saving Void from a fatal blow. Under normal circumstances, Void doesn’t aid his squad unless directed by Headshot, but on this mission the injured Void scooped up his unconscious brother and carried him back to base himself. Void nursed Headshot back to health personally, firing warning shots at any medics who tried to approach. 

Most of Headshot’s wound healed, leaving only a single long facial scar.

Void never talks about the incident, but the squad noticed Void was quicker to obey Headshot's directions after that day.

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Thank you again for the ask @fanfictasia. These characters are so much fun to explore and they develop just a little more with every ask!

[yelenasdiary]

Pretty Thing

Pairing: MobBoss! Yelena Belova x Stripper!Reader 

Summary: Yelena knew what she wanted, she knew what she craved but what she didn’t know was how addicted she would get and she’d remove anybody standing in her way.

Adult Content | 2.8K | Dark Themes | Language Warning | Slight Degradation | Unwanted Attention | Semi-public | Fingering | Top!Yelena | Exhibitionism | Daddy Kink | 18+ONLY! Minors DNI!! |

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used. 

AC: This is just a re-upload. Some of you might remember this as a miniseries but now it's just a one-shot x.

You worked 4 nights a week at the Whisper night club as a dancer. It wasn't ideal at first but after a while you found yourself enjoying it and found a confidence in showing off your body. The club was popular, one of the more luxurious clubs in town, the only clients that came here where ones rich enough to buy the club twice over and still have enough money to play with, sometimes there was the occasional walk ins that didn't exactly belong at this particular club, and they never stay too long. 

The money you earned was halved and put aside for med school and to keep you from going back to your parents' house. That's a story for a different day. Working 4 nights a week made you enough money to cover rent, bills, groceries and whatever was left would go straight into your savings jar. Your earnings were enough so you were comfortable but not too comfortable, the club charged hire fees than most clubs and was more strict on clients who didn't follow the rules. 

Mr Barnes, the club owner always had a way of making sure you and the other ladies felt safe and protected and he never took shit from anybody. There's always been stories of him 'taking care of business' whenever somebody got too handsy with one of his girls and you believed this to be true, you all did. 

Tonight, was pretty slow for a Thursday, the club had its regulars and they usually only spent their time watching the dances on stage and throwing $20s here and there while they sipped on their whiskeys. The newbies were always so fun to tease, they'd tip the big bucks at first just to show you they had the money, always tipping double for a little girl on girl action on stage but nothing was more entertaining than the outsiders. These were the ones who didn't exactly belong in this club, the ones who won big on the slot machines and thought a girl at Whispers was a treat worth spending their winnings on. The goal was to milk them dry of their big win and watch carefully at the realization that they then couldn't afford another private dance. 

Tonight, there were a small group of outsiders, three of them, 2 females and a male sat front row of the main stage watching as Courtney did her show, but the 4th outsiders' eyes were locked on you. "Perfect" you said to yourself with a smirk before walking over to her. She had dirty blonde hair and green eyes that at first you thought where a light brown, her eyes watched your body walk towards her with a cigar in one hand. 

"I've never seen you around here before honey, are you new in town?" You ask with a welcoming smile. The woman puffed on her cigar as her eyes traveled up your body taking in the sight of your exposed skin, "Not exactly" she replied with a thick accent. Her eyes burned into yours, she was good at keeping strong eye contact. Her tongue ran slowly over her bottom lip as she gently patted her lap at you. You were used to this type of demanding behaviour from other clients and did as gestured.

"Well, what brings you to the club?" You asked as her free hand gently draped over your left hip. Her light touch wasn't like the men, she was gently but you saw in her eyes that she was hungry for something more. "A friend's birthday" her eyes looked over to the three by the stage before you felt them traveling up your legs and back to your eyes, "What's a pretty thing like you working here for?" She asked, placing her cigar in the ashtray, and grabbing her drink. "To please you baby" you replied while playing with the loose strains of hair on the back of her neck. 

It slightly disappointed you that she was no different to any of the men and other women that came to the club, although she seemed different, you'd already heard that question so many times before that it almost felt odd when you weren't asked. 

"Come on, don't be like that" she sipped her drink as her eyes looked around the room, "You're too cute to be dancing in a place like this" 

"Well, you're just too sweet" you smiled softly, feeding her ego. 

"Boss, watch my drink! I'm getting a dance!" The male friend of hers called from the stage as he followed behind one of your friends. "Sorry about him, he's a tool" the woman's eyes found your eyes, her tongue licking over the lips once more. 

"Would you like a dance baby?" You asked looking into her eyes, to your surprise she shook her head, "No sugar, this is just fine" she said, her hand moving to the small of your back. "Well, honey, that's fine with me but my boss is expecting me to do my job" your fingers twirled the hairs on the back of her neck gently, "Don't worry about your boss, if he has a problem, I can handle myself" she almost chuckled. 

Barnes never laid a hand on a woman, he never needed to, he had Agatha to do that for him if needed. She basically ran the floor and watched everybody like a hawk, you knew she wouldn't like you sitting for too long without at least making a 50 out of it. 

"It's not my boss I'd be worried about"

The woman chuckled this time as she picked up her cigar and took a puff. "I wouldn't worry about me pretty girl" her accent becomes clearer to you, Russian. 

"Oi, are you done with her yet? I want a dance!" A drunken man interrupted before you could say anything in reply. "I'll be with you in just a moment honey, how about you go to the back, and I'll meet you there" you looked over your shoulder and blew a kiss to the man just to keep him calm. 

"Don't go darl" the blonde's grip on your hip now pulled you closer to her, "I thought we were having fun" she whispered. 

"Duty calls baby and I'm sorry but he's paying" you whispered to ear before placing a soft kiss on her cheek and removing yourself from her lap. You felt her eyes watch as you walked away.

"Nah, that dancer said she'd meet be back there!" The drunken man argued with the bouncer as you approached. "Is he with you?" Steve asked, you nodded, "yeah, this big boy is all mine" You gently took the drunken man's hand and took him to the private rooms for his paid dance. A 10-minute dance for $80. 

"What will it be tonight honey? Just a dance?" you asked as the man made himself comfortable on the black leather sofa, "I want the whole package babe, all of it!" he replied. "I like a man who knows exactly what he wants" you smirked before straddled his lap, his hands landed on your hips and his eyes glued to your chest. Your white lacy lingerie leaves little to the imagination but to him, his mind was already blown away that he was only inches away from the swell of your breasts. 

"Damn baby, you're so sexy" he mumbled as you started to grind your hips against him, careful not to make any physical touch to his lap. His hands ran up and down your back as he started to enjoy the movement of your body. "God you're perfect!" He added, throwing his head back a little to get a better view. 

"Hey! get out of here! You missed your turn!" He's tone switched, and you stopped your moments to look over your shoulder. The Russian blonde stood by the curtain with a glare that could kill the man if it was possible. "Honey, you're not supposed to be back here" you got off the man's lap. "Hey! where are you going? I paid for you! Get your arse back-"

"You don't want to finish that sentence" The woman cut him short of his sentence, "I'll give you $500 to get the fuck out of here" she added. The man looked between the two of you, "No! I want her, I paid for her, so she's mine!" he argued. 

"Baby, calm down" you turned to him. 

"Fine, I'll give you $1,000" she offered. The small room was silent for a few seconds as the drunken man thought about it, "you've got cash?" He asked more calmly, the blonde pulled a roll of money from her leather jacket and threw it at the man's feet, "Now get out of here" she watched as the man picked up the bank roll and quickly counted it. "Whatever, she's yours" he mumbled before leaving in a huff. 

"Y-you can't do that…Do you know how much he was going to pay just for a 30-minute dance?" You turned to the woman. "I'll double it" she replied sternly, "you know I'm good for its" she added. For the whole package the man wanted was $150 plus tips and with some going to Mr Barnes the money you had left would've helped go towards paying the electric bill on time. 

"I'll pay the double as a tip so it's all yours" 

"Do we have a problem here honey? I saw that man storm out of here" Agatha pulled the curtain back slightly to check on you, "Everything is fine here, he just got a little too drunk and wasn't following the rules" you lied. Agatha looked between you and the blonde and nodded slowly, "Holla if you need anything" she said before disappearing. Your eyes looked back at the woman you didn't know the name of and nodded softly, "Okay, take a seat" you gestured towards the sofa. 

Within minutes you found yourself straddling her waist while her hands replaced the touch the man left behind. "I never caught your name before" you smiled softly as you started to move your body against her. "Baby girl, you don't have to give me a dance, I just didn't like the idea of you with him" she replied.

 "You're paying honey, it's what I do, just sit back and let me take your mind off things" 

She sat back and watched the way you moved your body, letting her explore the softness of your skin more than you've ever let anybody touch you. She was respectful and only let her hands roam parts you were comfortable with. You noticed the way her eyes watched every movement you made, running her tongue over her lips when she got a close-up view of your breasts. You could feel her hot breath brush over your back when you gave her a better view of your ass and hips. 

"That's enough" she stopped you, her hands leaving your hips as you stood up right. "You still had another 5 minutes" you turned around and faced her. She looked up at you with her mouth slightly open before patting her lap like she did earlier. "I want to take you out of this club" she said as you straddled her lap once again, you chuckled biting your bottom slightly, "and what? You're going to take me out of here and fall in love? Get married and live a happy ever after with a kid or two? It's going to take a lot more than just throwing rolls of money at men to really get my attention" you said honestly. 

"Is that what you want?" She asked as you felt her hands gently rub the inside of your thighs. "to get married, have kids and live the boring housewife life?" She adds. You stopped her hands from traveling further, "No, it's not" you looked into her eyes. 

"Then why are you scared?" 

"Scared? I just met you and you haven't even told me your name"

The Russian chuckled, "if it's that important to you, my name is Yelena. What's yours? Not your stage name" 

You hesitated for a moment, it was against the guidelines to tell any client your real name or anything real about yourself but something about her made you tell her. "Y/n" you smiled softly. "Pretty name for such a pretty little thing" she replied with a smirk, the look in her eyes making you nervous. "Now can I take you out of here?" 

"Why? What do you want with me so badly?" you asked, brushing a small lock of hair behind her ear. "You want to know what I want?", you nodded softly. 

"I want to give you what you're asking for. I can see it in your eyes that you're bored that you want something new. I saw the way you hated following that fucking loser in here, I watched how uncomfortable were before I interrupted and if I'm being honest, I fucking hated watching his hands all over you, over what's mine"  

"What's yours?" You cocked a brow, "You've just met me, your words mean nothing I haven't heard before. You're just like the rest of them and I'm the girl you pay to give you a good time" 

Her eyes fell to your lips as she bit her bottom lip lightly, "I'm nothing like them, I can give you everything you've ever wanted" 

"Ah yes, the 'I have so much money I can get you whatever you want' chat. Honey, keep your tip, I have other clients waiting just out those doors so unless you want to talk about something or the last few minutes of the dance you paid for, I'm going to go" you tried to move but her grip on your hips kept you in place. 

"You're too pretty to be in a place like this, dealing with all those men when you could be with me. I'm not looking for love, I'm not going to put you up in a nice fancy house or buy the finest of handbags, what I want is to hear the pretty sounds I know you can, I want to be only one to have my hands all over you and I can see you want that too" her eyes looked deeply into yourself, "you told that lady before a lie and daddy doesn't like lairs baby girl, I want to punish you for that, have you begging me to stop while I've your back arched so much all you can do is scream my name. That's what I want" 

You were so lost in her words you bother stopping her fingers from rubbing tight circles on your clit through your panties. "W-wh-what else?" You stuttered trying to keep yourself from moaning, your hands gripping her shoulders for support. 

"If I take you home, your mine. Nobody will ever make you feel the way I can, I want to feel the way your tight little pussy clenches around my fingers, I want to break you, I want to be the only person you'll ever need. But you play up and daddy will have punished you and I don't to hurt my little princess" she whispered against your ear as you bucked your hips into her hand, "I can basically fucking smell how much you want to cum, can you be a good girl and let your boss watch through the camera while I fuck you with my fingers?" 

You nodded, grinding your hips for more friction, "Y-yes" you moaned quietly to her. 

"Good girl" she smirked moving your panties to the side and sliding two fingers into your soaking pussy with ease. "Oh god" you sighed. "Shhh baby, you can't let them hear you, not yet" she kissed your neck softly, "ride daddy's fingers" she whispered. You picked up your pace, chasing your high knowing how wrong this was and the chances of being caught only made you wetter as you rode her fingers. "That's it baby girl, you going to cum for daddy?" She asked

"Yes" you whimpered. "Yes what?" She asked with her free hand helping you ride faster. "F-fuck!" You moaned, "y-yes da-daddy, fuck!" Your grip on her shoulders turned into your nails digging into her skin. "Look at the camera when you cum baby, show your boss how much of a whore you really are" Yelena instructed, "you're so close and so fucking tight" she adds.

"D-daddy please!" 

"Please what baby?"

"I n-need to cum!" You looked up at the camera like the good girl you were, "cum for me baby" she whispered as you let go and collapsed against her, "fuck!" You moaned close to her ear. She moved her fingers to drag out your orgasm. 

"Such a good girl" she smirked once you came down from your high, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her lips, licking them clean of your juices. 

"Now, are you going to be daddy's good girl let me take you home to clean you up?"

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[fangweaver2099]

A Minor Slip-Up - Chapter 1

Miguel O'Hara X Reader 18+

You've been working for Dr. Miguel O'Hara in Alchemax' R&D department for 2 years. For those two years, your crush on the gigantic, handsome man that just happens to be your superior has only gotten worse with time.

When you notice him alone at Alchemax' Christmas Gala, you take your chance. A one night stand.

You two agree it was just once, but it seems life has other plans.

This fic takes place in an alternate canon of the Spiderman 2099 comics. While the entire plot uses the lore of the 2099 comics, the aesthetic of Nueva York is based on Across the Spiderverse.

Miguel is based also on his ATSV character in personality and appearance & his tech. He's a bit more of an asshole and less traumatized tho.

He has not discovered portal technology and is technically not the ATSV Miguel we see in the movie – but a variant. While I use his backstory up to before Dana and him go to Valhalla is pretty similar - instead of being constant crazy stuff it cuts off there. The comic backstory ends and diverges with a much slower plot where Miguel has to grapple with being Spiderman and occasionally handling crazy stuff and trying to stop Alchemax. Also, he has ATSV Lyla bc she’s objectively the funnier version.

It was totally normal to have a crush as a grown woman, right ?

That’s what you had tried to convince yourself of anyway. Dr. Miguel O’Hara was technically your boss. You were a senior in your position, but he was the lead scientist – you submitted reports and updates to him and followed his instruction and advice. Any project had his name first, regardless of how much work he actually did.

Dr. O’Hara was attractive. There was no way the towering, chiseled man built like a Greek god didn’t know he was drop dead gorgeous . Tall, smart – handsome. The only downside was his personality had gone from a slightly egotistical lead who treated everyone like they were stupid, to barely talking to anyone, and brooding in his office. He seemed almost… depressed .

You had chalked it up to the explosion that happened in Miguel’s personal lab almost 5 months ago. Apparently, a late-night experiment had gone wrong. The accident had killed Mr. Delgato and Miguel was apparently there when he died. You couldn’t imagine how traumatic it was. So, you were quick to give your boss some serious slack.

You didn’t know Miguel that well anyway; he was your boss – personal life was not exactly something folks discussed over petri dishes. It’s not like he spent any time in the break room on the main R&D floor. He usually didn’t spend time in any break room, really.

Right now, the massive Miguel O’Hara was at the head of the table his team usually had lunch at. He looked like he was nursing a hangover and holding a coffee cup that was too little for his gigantic, tanned hands. His shirt was too tight, and it put emphasis on his massive shoulders and broad chest.

You were doing everything you could not to stare.

 You knew the dress code well, no wearing your hair down in the lab, so your neck was still chilly and ears pink. You felt like you were freezing even in your thick turtleneck sweater, dark slacks and company-issued lab coat. The massive glass windows of the break room did little to stave off the December cold in Nueva York. The entire room was bustling with a few dozen scientists and other employees, but your team always hung out together. It was nice that you all actually liked one another.

You made your coffee sweet, more cream than coffee, eyes on the approaching Dr. Amara Monroe. The bubbly blonde with bright green eyes had to crane her head back to look at you – but it didn’t stop the both of you from becoming good friends over the past two years.

Dr. Monroe had her hands on a plastic box – likely some sort of food container that had long been cleaned. She sat it down before her seat, one hand on the rim.

���Okay. Write your name on the slip, and then put it in the jar.” Dr. Monroe’s other hand motioned to the scattering of cut-up printer paper on the table.

Apparently, it was an old tradition from the early 2000’s – Secret Santa. Dr. Monroe explained it as a bonding experiment, her family had been doing it as long as she remembered. It seemed that the woman was intent on continuing it in her workplace. You couldn’t help but grin, the idea exciting you, reaching over to grab a piece of paper. It meant you didn’t buy gifts for everyone, and even with your excessive budget, it was a relief on your wallet. 

“So, what if you get someone you don’t know?” Dr. Kline asked, one red brow raising. The ginger woman took a piece of paper anyway as Dr. Monroe passed her a pencil.

“That’s the fun part, you get to bother them and figure out what they like – but you can’t reveal you’re the one buying them their gift. Ask around! Plus, we’re all like…” She moved her hand in a waving motion. “Nerds.”

At that, a few of their coworkers snickered. You noticed even Miguel smiled a touch, rare. You forced yourself to peel your eyes away with a long sip of your coffee and reached over, picking up a piece of paper.

“It sounds fun, any other rules?” you asked as Dr. Kline passed the pencil over to Dr. Schneider. The tall blonde male scribbled his name in his nigh unreadable writing. You plucked the pen from his hand and wrote your own name down in the neatest handwriting you could muster, folding it with a flourish and using your finger to press down the seal.

“Hmmm… No gag gifts. My family usually does a price limit too - how does 30 sound?,” Dr. Monroe mused, tapping a finger to her freckled face.

You could hear a murmur in agreement from everyone as you returned to sipping on your coffee, letting the blonde scientist pick up your paper and toss it in the jug.

Miguel didn’t make a move, sitting back and watching, like he usually did during the company mandated lunch break, as everyone wrote their names. You quickly concluded that Miguel had no plans on participating, there was a little piece of you that was disappointed. He deserved to feel included, big grouch he may be.

It seemed Dr. Monroe noticed, her green eyes narrowed as she motioned the jug over the table, sticking it in Miguel’s face. He leaned back, looking at the small woman over his dark sunglasses.

“I’m not interested.” His smooth voice replied, raising one hand, telling her to back off.

“You’re our boss, you gotta.” Dr. Monroe retorted, too sweet for her own good. The woman was no pushover. A few voices spoke up in agreement. Miguel visibly simmered, slouching more in his chair as his massive hand pushed the box away. Amara frowned but Miguel placed down his own coffee, picking up the pen and writing his name, the script hurried and scribbled.

“Thank yooou-“ She took the paper from Dr. O’Hara before he could stop her, tossing it into the box. She plugged the hole with one of her hands before shaking it vigorously. Watching the tiny blonde woman bouncing the box around like it owed her money made you break out into a smile, hiding your snicker behind the mug you clutched in your cold hands.

Despite the seriousness of your job and Alchemax as a whole (along with your scrooge of a boss), you adored your direct team, they were all nice and reasonably friendly. Your team was one of the more accomplished teams in R&D – at least, as far as the reports your boss provided showed.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. You took your job rather seriously – your last review had you noted as ‘careful and meticulous’.

You could hear a small, casual discussion going on as the team began discussing interests. Apparently, Dr. Yoshida loved something called Warhammer – Dr. Kline was a chronic chocolate addict and Dr. Monroe collected vintage stuffed animals from the 2030’s. It was a good bonding exercise, but you couldn’t exactly reflect on what you wanted.

You were not about to explain your weird love of horror, or your pile of shitty romance books downloaded on your holopad, a dirty secret you would take to the grave if it were up to you. You preferred being the awkward workaholic type anyways, instead of the dreamy weirdo you were in college. 

Your eyes drifted to Miguel.

Maybe you’d get lucky and get him – figure out something he’d like and put a smile on his stupid handsome face. You didn’t notice Miguel’s head turn to you quick enough, your gazes meeting, the hints of his hooded eyes under his sunglasses had you move to down your coffee like nothing had happened.

Miguel’s brow raised, but he said nothing as you turned to Dr. Yoshida.

“So – what about you? Worst gift you’ve ever gotten,” Dr. Yoshida asked, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned to face you.

“Uhhh…” You had to think about it. 

“Do my student loans count?,” you attempted to quip, forcing a smile. Dr. Yoshida laughed.

Dr. Monroe paused her container’s torture as she placed it on the middle of the table.

“Okay. Pick one. You get yourself – toss it back and take another. Got it?,” she said, moving to pluck one of the strips and unfolding it. Amara grinned deviously before shoving it into the pocket of her lab coat.

You waited until about halfway through, forced to lean across the table. You weren’t often thankful for your height – nearing six feet was often a pain - but now it had its advantage. You plucked a slip from the bowl without ease, and then sat back down with a small ‘oof’. 

Your fingers made quick work of unfolding the paper. 

‘Hiro’ was written in clear handwriting – Dr. Yoshida. Okay, that made it easy. You’d search up what the hell Warhammer was later, maybe a new tie or something. You glanced over at Dr. Yoshida; he always wore a dark blue tie with some sort of geometric pattern on it. Didn’t matter the color of his shirt. Sometimes it was fine, but he was wearing a deep mossy green recently. It looked awful.

You noticed Miguel’s hand dip into the jug, before flipping open the paper without…any reaction. He didn’t sit back down.

“I’m heading back.” He said without hesitation, mug still in hand as he strode away, leaving his team alone. You wondered who Miguel got – did he get you ? Your cheeks burned as you realized how pathetic you were being, and you had to resist the urge to slap your cheeks to wake yourself up.

The rest of lunch went just fine – small discussion as you and Dr. Monroe discussed your current round of tests. You always got assigned the boring work – and now it was antibiotic creation for a new disease affecting what was left of the cattle population across the US. Printer meat was already commonplace for most of the population, but it didn’t stop those wealthy enough to want something real. So, you got to figure out how to keep the animals alive. 

When you had just graduated college, bright eyed and stupid, you had thought you’d be doing important things like curing cancer. Alchemax had other plans.

Lab work after lunch was the same as ever- boring and filled mostly with reviewing code and notes. The amount of calibrating that every machine needed was practically mind numbing. Still, you were thankful for the busy work.

You headed back to your own office at the end of the day. The room was clean and organized as your lab bench. A few personal touches just like your apartment – a rose gold pen caddy that had your pens organized by color, a gray cushion on your chair to make it more comfortable. Nothing too casual, nothing too personal, all workplace appropriate.

You shrugged your lab coat off and packed your bag with your laptop. You gave into the chill and even let your hair out of its messy bun. Your fingers raked through your locks and fluffed it free. You tossed on your gray jacket and put your bag across your shoulders.

You tossed on your pink scarf and seemed prepared enough to brace the open-air parking garage. You tapped the frosted glass of your private office door as it slid open and closed behind you, lights shutting off with no one within. Your expensive non-slip shoes were silent as you made your way to the open hall of your floor. 

And there, looming before the elevator, was that massive figure. Miguel.

He wasn’t in his usual white lab coat, replaced with a dark, long overcoat. His hands were in his pockets, and he seemed to be leaning over slightly, putting emphasis on his broad shoulders and small waist. Awfully, you were reminded of one of the junior scientists calling him a Dorito. You tried not to crack a smile at the memory, walking forward as you attempted to calm your own expression.

You tried to keep your distance, moving to check if the button was pressed as the counters pinged down. Miguel seemed to notice your presence, glancing down at you from behind his sunglasses. You met his gaze for a moment from the corner of your eye and swore his eyes looked… red? It was probably just the light.

You glanced away and shifted in place, suddenly all too cognizant of the silence. 

You could keep quiet and say nothing, but you should make small talk, right? Be normal .You’d been in this type of situation before, this wasn’t alien. You could feel the warmth on your cheeks. As you opened your mouth to speak, the elevator dinged and saved you from further embarrassment.

You both entered together, taking your places on opposite sides of the small elevator. You were both tall and now you could see why Miguel leaned just a bit – if he was standing straight, he might have hit his head on the elevator door.

He was standing straight now, having almost a foot over your own height.

You were not used to people being larger than you, especially most men. At the most they were eye level. Before you’d met Miguel, you couldn’t understand why some of your college friends found men intimidating.

But Miguel was intimidating.

For the first time, you felt small . His hands were massive. He was massive . He made you feel all too cognizant of what it meant to feel like prey. Like he was strong enough to snap your neck if he was angry enough – not that you’d ever thought he would. He could probably pick you up – the primal desire to be manhandled had you shift in place, trying to ignore your own thoughts. He was your boss for God’s sake.

Miguel beat you to pressing the same button – floor ten’s light flicked on as the door closed. You did your best to take a step back and look anywhere but Miguel.

You were sure that Miguel was cognizant of the effect he had on women. You’d heard people jokingly call him ‘tall, dark and handsome’ more than once, though he always seemed too caught up in his work to notice the looks he got. 

It was a harmless crush, Miguel had never as much as reciprocated anything. He was so serious , especially in the last few months. You would have thought that after working under Dr. O’Hara for nearly two years, that you’d get over it, but it got worse whenever the two of you were forced into proximity.

You had nearly 40 floors before the parking garage. You cleared your throat – anything was better than pings as you descended.

“Have you ever done a secret Santa?,” you asked Miguel, head tilting to look up at the massive geneticist.

“No,” he replied, tone blank, not sparing you even a glance. You leaned against the wall of the elevator, biting your cheek.

“Me neither. I think it’s fun. I already know what I’m going to get mine.” You’d tried to sound relaxed, but the inclination of your voice came out nervous. 

Miguel raised a brow at you.

“I’m not telling,” you replied, guessing at the wordless question. Miguel crossed his arms; head still pointed in your direction.

 “I-It would spoil the surprise. I- wait. I didn’t get – I didn’t get you! I-” Your hands pulled from your pockets and motioned in the air. 

“I figured,” Miguel interrupted with the ghost of a grin. You went quiet before letting out a long sigh.

“Sorry. It’s been a long day.” Your voice was back to calm. Brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, you could feel the warmth on your cheeks as you scolded yourself, stop being pathetic – you’re a grown woman. You’re a fucking doctor . You’re-

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbled as the elevator finally stopped and clicked open. You didn’t wait as you were greeted by cold winter air.

You practically ran out of the elevator.

Desperate to get away, you didn’t notice when your foot met ice – melted snow had turned to ice in the garage. You let out a surprised shriek as the concrete ceiling came into view. 

Rather than cracking your head open on the concrete like an idiot , you felt hands grab at your armpit and waist, and the back of your head hit something warm and hard as you scrambled for purchase.

“You need to be more careful, chica.” Miguel’s deep voice broke your stuttering train of thought as you relaxed into his grip. Your knees pulled in as you finally stopped stumbling, head lifted back as you saw Miguel staring down at you – smirking .

“ Uh-huh ,” you replied dumbly, eyes wide and a single curl falling across your gentle features. He hoisted you back onto your feet proper and let go. Awkwardly, you swayed and patted your coat.

“T-thanks. I thought I was going to crack my head open.” you remarked with a nervous grin.

“I’d hate that. You’re a good member of the team, doctor. I don’t think I’m too good at making that clear,” Miguel remarked with a sincerity in his voice that had your eyes widening in confusion.

“…Thanks. You’re a good lead. Better than my previous boss. He didn’t like me very much. First job and all that.” You reached out and awkwardly patted Miguel’s arm. Miguel glanced down and raised a brow.

You pulled back. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t forget about the compiled review you and Dr. Monroe are supposed to finish tomorrow.” He kept the conversation casual and work focused. 

You were thankful for that.

“Will do, boss.” You grinned, hands crossing over yourself as you ignored the heat on your cheeks. It was cold enough that you both could see your breath. You hoped Miguel didn’t notice the way your face burned.

After a moment Miguel waved and went on his way with large strides. For a moment, you stood there, staring at the back of his head as he walked to his own car like a love struck puppy.

Your hands reached up, pinching your red cheeks as you groaned in embarrassment, knowing you were going to spend the next two years laying awake at night screaming at yourself for this. Eventually you made your way to the metro - deciding that you’d get Dr. Yoshida’s gift tonight. Might as well get something productive today.

[arcane-vagabond]

In a surprise to absolutely no one, I’m BACK~

Has Scout met Sarah and Billy yet? If so, how’d it go???? Do the inlaws approve????

Yes they have!!

You walked briskly up to the white painted house. It was clear that it was well taken care of, and you saw various toys littering the yard out wrong. The laundry hung out on the line, flapping in the cold, gentle wind.

This looked like a home that belonged to any normal family, and yet, you stopped just passed the front gate, gazing up nervously at the structure. This was where Natasha had told you Jake's sister, Sarah, lived with her young son. Birdie had told you all about the blond, little boy and how enthusiastic he was during classes.

"He's such a good boy, Scout," she had said with a smile. "You'll have nothing to worry about from him."

"You won't have much to worry about from Sarah, either," chimed in Nat. "She knows how her brother can be."

So here you stood, staring despairingly from the house down to the basket of cookies and back again. What if they don't like them? What if they already hated you? Maybe you shouldn't have com-

Just then the front door creaked open, revealing a blond head of hair that peeked around. Green eyes stared at you in curiosity, and you felt like a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Who are you?" The boy called, voice and eyes suspicious as they took you in.

"Hello, there," you tutted nervously, shifting from one foot to the other as you stepped forward. The boy backed away slightly, and you hesitated, attempting to ease his worry with a small smile. "My name is Scout. I believe we both know your Uncle Jake?"

They boys suspicion was gone in a flash, replaced by an excited smile as he opened the door wider.

"You know Uncle Jake?" he called excitedly. A shadow passed behind him before a beautiful, blonde woman stepped forward. Her curious green eyes stole your breath away with how similar they were to a certain someone's...

"Can I help you?" She called to you politely, placing a protective hand over the small boy. You smiled at her.

"My name is Scout, I'm-" You paused, considering your words. "I'm good friends with Jake."

The woman snorted, dropping her hand from the boy as she regarded you.

"So you're the girl who has my baby brother in a tizzy, huh?" She asked, a smirk adorning her face now as she looked you up and down. "That's not an easy feat, you know. What brings you by?"

"Oh," you hummed, looking down at the basket in your hand. "I, um, well, I just wanted to bring some treats by, I suppose. I know Christmas was a few weeks ago, but I wanted to show my gratitude to Jake and his family."

She stared at you for a moment longer before throwing her head back in a fit of laughter.

"Is that what you really wanted?" She asked, her smile casting a warm glow on her face. "From what I've heard, you're more likely to take his head off than show him some gratitude."

You blushed, stammering in your response.

"I, um, well, I-I-"

"Don't worry," she waved you off. "My brother can be an ass on the best of days. Besides, he needs someone who'll keep him on his toes and workin' hard. I'm Sarah, by the way."

"Scout," you greeted, sighing in relief. The boy bounded down the steps to you, peering at the basket that was still in your hands.

"I'm Billy," he chirped, looking up at you. "Are you really my Uncle Jake's girl?"

You spluttered, eyes wide. Sarah walked up to stand behind Billy, a look of amusement still on her face.

"What?" You managed to choke out.

"Ignore him," she chuckled, placing a hand on your elbow to guide you towards the house. "Come inside, it's freezing out here."

[tinyliltina]

Drum

It wasn't an earthquake.  Yes, the ground did tremble, and yes, it was very jarring.  But it wasn’t an earthquake.  Tina pushed herself out of her hidey-hole, a hand rubbing at her eye with a yawn.  Sure enough, a few feet away, was a massive set of fingers drumming against the ground.  Each impact made the borrower tremble, her whiskers twitching to alert her something was moving.  She raised a brow at the blond-headed human peering down at her.  

“What?”  the brunette asked sharply.  She leaned against the doorframe of her hiding hole.  

There was a flicker of indignance in the massive, green eyes peering down at her.  Ethan snorted.  “You’re awfully cheery today,” the human grumbled.

Tina scoffed, “I’m tired.  I don’t…I’m not in the mood, E.”  She pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes, already regretting getting out of bed.  Her head throbbed with the promise of a headache.  “Just-...not today.  Please.”

The drumming stopped.  Tina lowered her hands.  She opened her eyes to a much softer, much closer face, so close she noticed her reflection in Ethan’s gaze.  She looked tired and disheveled.  Her hair was a disarray of brown, a tangled mess that complimented the bags beneath her eyes.  Drawn face, slouched shoulders.  She looked, and felt, defeated.

“What’s wrong?”

She blinked at the question, ears flicking as she came back to attention.  Instead of her reflection, she focused on Ethan’s face.  His brows were furrowed, now, eyes locked on hers.  Any other borrower in her position would be mortified given her proximity to a human.  A human with magic, no less, one that had an appetite for borrowers, and games of chase.  All Tina saw was her pushy roommate who’d taken her in.  

“I don’t…” she groaned and rubbed at her forehead.  “I’m not sick, not hungry, not thirsty, I just don’t…feel great.  I feel…stuck, like I can’t get myself going, and my head won’t stop hurting, and everything feels so loud and so much, and-” 

“Woah woah, easy,” Ethan cut her off.  Before she could respond, his hand came forward.  It swept her off her feet, into the air, and up against the human’s face.  Ethan’s nose brushed her middle, slowing the fluttering of her chest and tightening of her middle.  “Breathe, squeaker, you’re gonna pass out.”

Tina let out her breath.  Slowly.  She leaned into the tip of Ethan’s nose.  It was warm…he was warm.  And soft.  Tina sighed as some of her tension eased.  She brought her hands up, gripping his nose and holding him as close as she could.  His breaths were loud, but slow and even.  Her breaths began to match his.  Slower, deeper, more relaxed, until she could open her eyes.

“Okay, I’m…I think I’m good,” she murmured.  Tiny hands slid down to her lap as Ethan pulled away.  She glanced aside.  “Thanks…”

“Eh, it's fine,” Ethan shrugged, lifting and lowering Tina with the motion.  “I know I’m pretty much the best roommate, you don’t have to tell me.”  He cracked a lopsided grin, and Tina rolled her eyes…though there was some merit to that.

“Alright, alright,” Tina chuckled, “let’s reign in that ego.”  She situated herself in Ethan’s palm, his skin gently bowing beneath her.  Tina felt his fingers flex at her back, her tail dangling between two of them.

“Oh c’mon,” the human brought Tina closer to his chest. “I don’t have that much of an ego…”

“Your ego is as big as you are…”  She shifted, leaning against his shirt, sinking into the warmth he provided.  

“Hey,” Ethan’s finger moved, gently prodding her in the middle, “You’re the tiny one here, I’m perfectly normal sized.”  

Tina swatted at him, of course doing no good against the digit that was about her size.  He was right, by human standards, she was tiny.  Still, that didn’t mean Tina was going to give in that easily.  “Who’s to say you’re not giant-sized for a borrower, hm?” she nudged his finger right back.  “And, who’s to say humans are the normal ones?  You guys are so big and loud…not very good at hiding, you’re messy, you kinda have a weird smell…”

Another prod, “That last one sounds like a personal attack,” Ethan snorted.  

Tina grinned and settled back in his hands.  She loved these moments.  These silly, gentle moments.  It made the size difference feel…smaller.  Less intense.  As though she wasn’t sitting in the palm of a creature that could hurt or kill her without a thought.  She stretched and snuggled into her living chair.

“Oh sure, make fun of me then get comfy when I call you out,” Ethan’s grin was almost audible.  His hand shifted around her, bringing her to his chest again.  This time, it tilted so she plopped onto his chest, stretched out atop him, not unlike settling into a comfortable bed.  Truth be told he was warm enough to be one.  

Her head settled onto his shirt, and she settled herself in a cozy position.  Her tail draped at her back, arms to her chest.  Once she fell still, Ethan’s hand reappeared, resting atop her like a giant blanket.  Tina curled up beneath it and purred quietly, though her tiny rumbles were nothing compared to the massive thrumming of Ethan’s heart; her purrs were nowhere near loud enough to drown out the slow, even breaths of the human.  The living ambiance eased the borrower's eyes closed before she’d realized it.  Soon, she was asleep.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

<3

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

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“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?” 

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair. 

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother. 

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

»»————-　★　————-««

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest. 

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors. 

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you. 

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door. 

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

»»————-　★　————-««

You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door. 

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace. 

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.  

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose. 

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him.  “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,” 

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes. 

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold. 

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not… I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level. 

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before. 

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers. 

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron. 

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t. 

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time. 

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

»»————-　★　————-««

“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it. 

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time. 

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

»»————-　★　————-««

[adsosfraser]

first kiss

an in-panem, no games everlark oneshot

wc: 2222

Today is the first day. The first day I’m allowing Peeta to go steady with me. We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the better part of two years now, until I finally crossed that line last night when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his at the Harvest Festival.

Just the thought of it makes me giddy with joy and a blush colours my cheeks.

Of course Madge won’t let it just slide when she sees it.

“What has you all hot and bothered Everdeen?”

My head whips back from Peeta’s vacant seat in the back to Madge’s to the right of me. “What?”

Her eyes trail back to Peeta’s seat and a smirk blooms across her face. It’s honestly terrifying. The maniacal joy in the search for my misery and embarrassment clashes with the cherubic face dotted with freckles and lined with corn silk blonde hair. Oh no.

“Or should I say who?”

Before she can begin the true teasing, I’m saved by our history teacher Mrs. Earworm. There’s a first for everything I suppose.

Last night surely taught me that.

It’s hopeless to even try to focus on the lesson. Though I do have Mrs. Earworm to thank for the consistent background noise that is her droning voice to set up the backdrop of my thoughts and tune out everything.

He’s in a dark green shirt, my favourite colour. I’m in my father’s old sweater and the only pair of jeans my mother owns. I really tried to find an outfit that would make me look beautiful for Peeta, and I wanted to wear his favourite colour, but I could only find the deep red sweater with specks of burnt orange. Throughout the night, I pinch my cheeks to bring colour to them like the girls in Town do with their makeup tins of blush.

Peeta leans closer to me, his breath crystallising in the air with mine in a giant satisfying puff. We sit on a bale of hay off to the side, tuckered out from all the dancing. The sun is long gone and only a few stragglers remain, swaying close together as a slow song plays from the fiddle. No one blinks an eye at us, already too far gone in their drinks or simply not caring about two teenagers dallying out at almost one in the morning.

His hand twitches and lands on my hip. The lanterns and fairy lights above blur everything into a softlight, and cast a halo through his pale messy hair. My heart races as he places his other shaking hand onto my hip and licks his lips. I know he’s staring at mine because I was staring at his not even two seconds ago.

Is this what my mother felt like? Drawn into my father like a moth to a flame?

I want his light to flood into me. I don’t want to capture it in a jar but I want to let it flow in both of us, so we can bask in it together. If he’ll allow.

As I raise my hand to brush away a lock of blonde from his eye, I smile at the small indentations left by the hay in the palm of my hand. Peeta smiles too, not knowing my reason for it, but wanting to share in it all the same. I know I react the same all the time.

It’s impossible not to smile when Peeta’s happiness shines everywhere around him and blocks out even the clouds.

His hand strokes my cheek and I lean into his warm skin with a shiver and close my eyes. I didn’t even notice his hand begin to travel from my hip until I felt his touch, too focused on the sight of his lips and eyes. I let the feeling of his warmth spread through me with a smile and place my hand over his, hoping to give him the same.

“Can I kiss you Katniss?”

I nod shyly, my cheeks blushing an even darker shade of red than I thought possible. They’ve been in a perpetual state of red ever since the Harvest Festival began. Or well, ever since Peeta walked down to my shack of a house in the Seam to escort me to the square, the whole time my hand held safely within his own.

“Yes.” Please.

His short bursts of warm breath puff against the seam of my lips. I close my eyes again. People are supposed to close their eyes when they kiss, right? Madge says it’s creepy to have guys staring straight into her soul.

I inch closer to him, connecting our hips and knees together so they’re flush against each other and there’s no space between them. Except for the fabric of our clothes. His top lip lightly brushes my bottom one and I sigh.

Everything is new and strange but I also feel like I’ve done this a thousand times with him before. I bring my other hand to the nape of his neck, tugging on the curly strands there. We pull apart, but not for long. I stare into his eyes that twinkle under the lights and surge back into him. My leg nestles between his thighs now and-

The harsh crash of a book against my desk nearly sends me into a heart attack. My hands startle away from under my chin and the finger that was on my lip drops to my side.

“Oh it must’ve been good.”

I look back to Peeta’s desk and it’s still empty. My heart drops at the sight but I try to ignore it. I’m just being silly. He probably is running late from the early morning shift at the bakery his brothers no doubt pinned onto him because of last night. I cringe at the thought. I never want Peeta to be in trouble because of me.

“Shut up Madge.” I hiss at her and clumsily gather my things to scurry out of the room.

I can hear her cackle echo behind me until I slip out through the door. I never knew she could cackle like that but I’m not surprised. She’s as special as me, even if she is a Merchant.

My pulse shoots straight up like the game with the hammer and the bell at the Harvest Festival. I don’t know how my poor heart handles me these days.

Peeta is looking directly at me over the shoulder of one of his friends. The circle of boys laughs at a joke he says and I smile at the way his eyes crease with humour. I like down at myself. I’m in a worn-down sweater darned with all different colours and patchy corduroy green pants. I frown down at my muddy boots and tuck back a strand of hair that came loose from my braid back behind my ear.

The shame is instantly gone once I catch Peeta’s smile again. My grin is so broad I fear it might split my face as I wave sheepishly at him. He keeps staring. And talking. And staring. His eyes squint, most likely with another laugh incoming.

I feel stupid waving my arm for almost thirty seconds with no acknowledgement and slap it down against my thigh.

And he rounds a corner out of sight without even a nod of his head to me.

Oh.

I thought he was different. I thought I was different.

So he only wants me under the light of the new moon. Where no one at all can see us under the dim stars. His dirty little secret.

My chest aches with a pain I never knew was possible before. Like someone reached straight inside and held my heart hostage with their inhumane grip. My heart sinks right through the floor under my feet, under the foundation of the school and deep in the dirt. I sniffle, but quickly shut that down. I’m angry. I’m pissed. I am not sad. He doesn’t deserve that from me.

Madge respects my need for space and quiet, sensing my complete change in attitude as I sit down next to her for our next class.

I don’t even know why I do it. Apparently I have no respect for myself and want him to trample all over me whenever he pleases. Or maybe I just want to yell at him, unfurl all of the hurt and anger that simmers in me and unleash it at him so we’re both stuck with it. I linger under the oak tree we always meet at after school for another second. A second too long it seems. Because he’s right on time.

His face looks far too cheery at the prospect of being with me. It just won’t do.

I turn on my heel, crossing my arms over my chest and ignore him. See how you like it, Peeta.

He catches up with me far too quickly, grabbing the crook of my elbow and forcing me to stop in my tracks.

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s the rush?”

“Why do you care?”

“Huh?!”

“You know some of your friends are still out here.” My head swivels to gesture around the schoolyard. “I didn’t think you’d want to be seen slumming it with a Seam slut.”

“Katniss what?”

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. I have some pride, you know. I’m not going to waste my first kiss on someone who doesn’t even recognise my existence but thinks he can

“What are you talking about? I didn’t see you at all today until now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to come into history and I needed to use lunch to feed the pigs.” His brows furrow in confusion.

I have to admit, he’s a pretty great actor. Maybe the Capitol would make an exception and welcome someone district into their ranks.

“I was right in the hallway after history. You sure were having a good time with your friends it seemed. Enough to stare straight through me even when I was waving at you for a minute like an idiot and not even give me the basic decency of acknowledging my existence.”

He frowns and turns me closer to him, both his hands on the outside of my elbows.

“Katniss, I didn't see you.”

“You didn’t see me or you didn’t see me?” I still want to be mad at him but it’s difficult with how miserable he looks, especially when his blue eyes are weighed down with everything he feels.

“Honestly I didn’t see you, I truly am sorry Katniss.” He explains sheepishly to me.

“Hmmm.”

I rip open my zipper and tear a piece of plain paper from deep in the bowels that is the pit of my bag. I’ve seen my mom do this test enough to understand what to do. It’s simple enough, really.

“Stay put.” I uncap the marker and walk slowly away from him, squinting myself as I approximate the distance that was between us in the hall. I scribble a letter onto it as I hold the cap in my mouth and press the flimsy paper against my palm. “Now what does it say?”

I hold up the card to my chest.

“Um… little d?”

I look at the letter in my hand and frown. An uppercase B is definitely not a lowercase d but they are similar enough.

“Hold on.” I call out to him.

I flip the paper and scribble a giant A with the marker and hold it up.

“T?” His response raises up at the end in an uncertain voice.

I shake my head with a teasing smile. As I approach him, I wag my finger back and forth at him and place the paper in his hand. The other hand is reserved to hold mine and he squeezes it in relief at my acceptance of his affection and attention now.

“You sir, need glasses.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I can see perfectly fine Katniss. I don't need glasses.”

“For most things, yes, but my little baker boy I’m sorry to say you definitely did not pass the eye exam today.”

He sighs, looking up from our linked hands into my eyes with a timid smile.

“It’s just-” I nod, encouraging him to say what’s on his mind. “If I admit it then it’s real. I really thought it would go away on its own somehow.”

I smile at the notion and shake my head at him again. Bringing our hands up to my face, I press a kiss to his knuckles.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out together. Maybe someone in the Hob will have glasses in good shape.”

I don’t have to say it and he knows it as well as I do. His mother would never buy him a pair of glasses.

Peeta reaches around my waist, pulling my body flush against his and I tuck my head under his chin.

He breathes into my hair. “I’m sorry my eyes didn’t capture your magnificent beauty in the hall today. But you really are so pretty today and everyday.”

“Apology accepted.” I grin up at him. “You know how you can make it up to me?”

He leans into me with a grin, of the same mind as I am.

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Lips of an Angel

No content warning, just good old fashioned m/m love.

Originally posted on A03

Will sighed and stretched his arms above his head as he watched his computer screen switch off. Pulling out his cellphone, he clocked out for the day. Rubbing his temples, he leaned back in his chair.

Another week of work done. The sweet release of the weekend dangled in front of him. And by release, it would be another friday and saturday at the bar, nursing cocktails and inhaling greasy food that was probably doing worse things to his body than the alcohol.

But it was routine at this point. He found himself putting on his sneakers and pulling on his jacket. Keys and wallet already in his pocket, he sighed. Pulling out a ponytail holder, he pulled back his hair. He’d have to get it cut soon. The work from home life had him starting to be sloppy with his looks.

The bar was up the street from his apartment. It was a small hole in the wall that served its purpose: getting people drunk and their inhibitions lowered. Everyone was there to have a good time, maybe take it back to their place.

It was a dimly lit room, smoke from the kitchen wafting over to anyone who decided to sit across from the bartender. Jo gave him a nod of acknowledgment, hands moving dexterously as she mixed something for the man in front of her. Once she filled the glass, he took it with thanks, sliding his payment to her, then leaving a folded up bill in the tip jar. The amount of green made Will almost envious.

“Your usual, Will?” She asked, grabbing bottles to start the mix.

“You know it.” He smiled, then sat close to the wall. Turning toward the bar, he saw a few people playing pool. A couple of newcomers, an older man and someone young enough to be his son. The older man was white haired, with rosary beads hanging out of his pocket. But despite the religious item, he wore a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, leather wristbands fastened up his arms.

The younger’s hair was ash blonde, pulled back into a tail, wire framed glasses covering his eyes, the dim light making quite a glare. His clothes clung to his body, showing off a muscular physique. Tan athletic tee, with dark jeans. When he bent over to line up his shot, quite a few heads turned or necks craned. As the cue slid back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, Will noticed an eye tattooed on the back of his hand.

Will felt the glass hit his fingers, and it jostled him out of his staring. Picking up the drink, he tilted it to Jo and then started to sip at it.

“You got any change?” A voice drawled next to him.

A woman stood next to the jukebox, her hair curtained around her face. Her cheeks were flushed. She was in a blue sundress, with leaves patterned up and down the skirt.

“Sorry.” He shook his head. “But there’s a card reader.” Taking another sip, he tapped the bar. Jo whirled around and called out an order to the cook. The hiss of the deep fryer was loud, drowning out all the chatter in the bar.

They could use some tunes. Will left his drink and went to the jukebox and flipped through the songs.

“Can I make a request, Mr. DJ?” The woman asked. Her eyes were icy blue, sending a chill up his spine. The all too familiar hunger that set him on edge.

“One song,” He said, holding up a finger. No need to cause a scene if she was being polite.

She pouted, but nodded. The chill went from his spine to his stomach, and formed a weight that made him feel uneasy. He’d be sticking to the bar and Miss Jo, it seemed.

After making a playlist, Will stepped back and caught another look at the pair playing pool. They were chatting, with the older guy waving. After a moment, he went and put the cue back, before heading out the door.

Going back to the bar, Will sat and sighed. There was now a heaping plate of nachos next to the half empty drink. He took a few bites and washed them down with the rest of his cocktail.

“So, what does a guy gotta do for fun around here?” The stranger’s voice made Will straighten and turn around on the barstool.

“You’re probably in the most lively spot.” Will admitted. The woman had gone to the other side of the bar, talking to a pair of men. The hair on the back of Will’s neck stood up.

“Hmm.” The stranger picked up a pale ale, sipping it. He leaned on the bar. His eyes were hazel, but looked almost golden in the dim room. “Well, that’s good then. I like the quiet.” Setting down the bottle, he held out his hand to Will.

“Thomas.” The eye on the back of his hand seemed to glower at the other occupants of the bar.

“Will.” He returned the handshake, the cold from the bottle clinging to the stranger’s hand. “Just moved here?”

“Passing through for work,” Thomas sat down on the barstool, swiveling it back and forth and sipping from the ale. “But I wanted to see if there was fun to be had while I was here.”

“Am I giving off that much of a vibe?” Will chuckled, taking his freshly filled drink.

“Huh?” Thomas asked, arching a brow.

“... Nevermind.” Will shook the plate of nachos. “But the way, these are to die for.”

Thomas picked up a chip with a heaping amount of cheese and meat on it. Most of the liquid dribbled onto his fingers. He ate it, before noisily sucking on his fingers.

Now that was just unfair. Will turned toward the bar, trying to subtly hunch over.

“A little salty for my taste, but the meat’s good enough,” Thomas said, sticking out his perfectly pink tongue and winking. He finished off his ale and then called for Jo.

“Let me get another drink, and one for him.”

Will fumbled with Thomas’ shirt, pulling it over the man’s head. A silver cross swung back and forth, a braided cord holding it around his neck. It seemed to be engraved, but Will’s eyes were elsewhere, hungrily looking over the body behind it. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d done things one would consider sacrilegious while people wore their holy symbols.

He’d personally left the faith a long time ago.

Their lips crashed together again, Thomas’ fingers twisting in his hair. That perfectly pink tongue pushed its way into Will’s mouth.

The taste of the pale ale was faint, which put Will a little more at ease. At least Thomas wasn’t blind drunk. They hadn’t been knocking back drinks, but it was always a gamble he hated taking when he took someone home.

Glasses askew, Thomas slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and slid it up. Lips trailed across his chest and stomach. Skin prickling and nipples pebbling, Will let out a groan. Back to his front door, Will eyed his bedroom.

Thomas had another eye tattoo on his left pec, right below his nipple, and another above his navel. It was odd, but at least it wasn’t anything hateful.

Readjusting his glasses, Thomas gave a soft chuckle. “I’ll admit, when I saw the woman eyeing you up at the bar… I knew I had to make my move.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Will pressed their bodies together. Scorching hot flesh, stomach, chest, hips…

Thomas dropped to his knees, starting to unbuckle Will’s belt. His hands were moving so fast, Will barely had time to react.

“Hold it!” Will put the heel of his palm to Thomas’ forehead. The motion seemed to stun him. Slowly, he looked up.

“What?” The tip of Thomas’ tongue poked out of his lips. It waggled back and forth, taunting him with what it would be doing shortly.

“Sorry, I’m a bit anal about this… No pun intended.” Will rolled his eyes at the wording and staggered out of Thomas’ grip to the bedroom. He was so hard it was hurting to walk. Every bit of friction from his clothing was agony on his cock.

When he pulled open the drawer on the nightstand, he retrieved a condom and a bottle of lube. He’d have to go out and buy more of both soon.

Thomas hung in the doorway, studying Will with crossed arms. His amber eyes flashed with lust. The piercing gaze made Will’s cock twitch, a wet spot forming on the fabric of his pants. God, he needed to fuck this man soon.

“You put that on…” Thomas said, walking over and slipping a hand into Will’s waistband. “I’ll take these off.” He unbuckled the belt, his eyes never leaving Will’s.

Once the pants hit the floor, Thomas eased down Will’s briefs. His quickly dampening head was already poking out of the waistband. Precum dribbled from the tip as the fabric slid down his thighs.

Slipping on the condom, Will sat on the bed. Thomas moved between his knees, parting them. His mouth wrapped around Will’s length, taking it in easily. As he bobbed his head back and forth, he caressed Will’s balls and stroked his thigh.

It was heavenly. Will tilted his head back and let the sensation roll over him. The hot and wet mouth did its job, making him feel the pleasure as though the condom wasn’t even there.

“If you’re this good all the time,” Will panted, pressing his hand on Thomas’ head to make him take it to the back of his throat. “I hope your job relocates you here.” Rocking his hips, he thrust upward.

Opening his mouth wide, Thomas gagged, the sensation nearly making Will explode. Drawing his head back, he looked up at Will, as if asking for approval. His lips came off the cock, before he began to trail his tongue up and down the shaft.

“Too much at once?” Will asked, feeling his cheeks burn. He cupped Thomas’ cheek, putting a thumb to his lips.

Thomas gave a quick nod, giving Will’s length a few strokes. His shoulders and chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The lust seemed to be gone, but his actions weren’t slowing. Metal glinted as the cross swung back and forth.

“Be a little more gentle with me, please?” Lips went back to the tip, tongue swirling.

Burying his fingers in the nearly white hair, Will made a fist and pumped back and forth, making sure to be slower. Thomas’ mouth was tight and warm. The sucking sent a pleasant buzz through Will’s body.

“Your mouth feels really good,” Will moaned, tilting his head back. “You suck as well as you smooth talk.”

The chuckle that came from Thomas nearly brought Will to a climax. He managed to control himself. All this edging was going to do a number on him. Sweat formed on his upper lip and brow as his shoulders began to itch.

“What time is it?”

The question made Will shake his head. Fogs of lust muddled his brain, making it hard to register what was being asked.

“Ermm…” He fumbled for his phone, managing to grab it. Thomas’ mouth never left his cock, the sucking seeming to grow harder and faster. Clenching, Will managed to keep himself from cumming, despite Thomas’ best efforts.

It was nearly 3 am. They’d left right after last call. He hoped that he wasn’t keeping Thomas up too late. Then again, what even was Thomas’ job? Would lack of sleep affect it?

Thomas pulled himself off Will, panting hard. Rubbing his jaw, he looked at the erection, as if pondering what to do.

“Do you want to stop and leave?” Will peeled off the condom, more pre cum drooling out the tip of his cock. He hoped the answer was no.

“Just wanted to know…” Thomas panted, his fingers resting on his fly. “Do you… Want me to leave?”

Will shook his head. “Just got caught off guard by the question, is all.” He got a fresh condom as Thomas slipped off his pants.

He was wearing black briefs, which he quickly tugged off. The black eye gave way to golden hair on his groin. His cock was dripping, twitching with his heartbeat. Like the rest of his body, it was glistening with sweat.

The erection rubbed against him as Thomas’ lips crashed into Will’s again. Hand stroking Will’s length, Thomas let out soft moans.

Reaching out, Will stroked Thomas’ tip and shaft, getting a few whimpers and more precum dribbling down his fingers. Parting their kiss, Thomas bit his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he thrust into Will’s grip.

“I almost don’t want you to let me go.” Chuckling nervously, he smiled and licked his lips. Panting hard, he let himself rub against Will’s grip a little longer. Warm breath tickled Will’s mouth as Thomas stared at his covered cock.

Straddling Will’s thighs, he kissed his lips, his neck, and the v of his collarbone. His thumb brushed against the curve of Will’s jaw, before he pulled back.

Thomas laid on his stomach, spreading his legs. His ass was perfectly round and muscled, his thighs thick and firm. Between this and his face, it was hard to pick which to look at.

Will lubed himself up, easing a finger into Thomas. Hissing with pain, Thomas clenched, making a fist into the sheets. Despite wanting to yank himself back, Will pulled out slowly. He prayed he wasn’t taking some poor stranger’s first time.

“Easy…” Will urged. “You’re gonna pull something.” Or break his finger. A trip to the hospital would have been a bad way to end the night.

“Sorry,” Thomas let go, taking in deep breaths. “Believe it or not, I don’t do this often.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending that pleasant buzz through Will again. His cheeks were bright red, although there was plenty of blood to keep him rock hard.

Will nodded, leaning over Thomas’ body. Through his fingertips, he could feel Thomas’ heart racing. Trailing his nails over Thomas’ back, Will felt the gooseflesh forming.

Easing his digit back into Thomas, he slipped it back and forth. Thomas let out whimpers, grabbing one of the pillows and burying his face into it. Even muffled, the noises drove Will crazy. His cock felt like it was about to rip through the condom.

Adding another helping of lube, Will lined himself up.

“Just let me know if you want to stop,” His lips brushed against Thomas’ ear as he spoke. Thomas let out a shuddering breath in response, wriggling his ass as Will.

As he slipped inside, Thomas gasped. Grabbing the sheets again, he kept a white knuckled grip as Will pushed in deeper. He was tight as the fist he was making.

“Fuck…” Will brushed hair from his eyes, giving his hips a few test rocks. Thomas gasped at the motion.

“Keep going,” Thomas grunted. “I can take it…”

Placing his arms on either side of Thomas, Will began to thrust. Thomas yelped, burying his face into the pillows again. Closing his eyes, he continued to rock back and forth, letting sensation take over.

Thomas’ gasps turned from pained to excited, then slipped into moans. Will increased his speed, thrusting harder and deeper, pressing himself completely onto Thomas. Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies slipping over one another. Seizing Thomas’ hair, Will turned his head back, their lips meeting.

Moaning into his mouth, Thomas nibbled on Will’s lip, before tossing back his head Will seemed to hit the right spot. His whole body clenched, jizz spurting from his cock.

The motion made Will grunt, and he finally let himself go over the edge. Even with the condom, he could see some white fluid on Thomas’ ass. Slowly, he eased himself out. Thomas’ body completely collapsed onto the bed, his hair falling around his head in a halo. A few strands clung to his temple, which Will found himself kissing.

“Let's get you cleaned up…” He muttered into Thomas’ brow.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes fell onto Thomas. He could feel them. Will’s sleeping form was in the crook of his elbow, dark hair falling over his chest. Tracing his thumb over Will’s shoulder, Thomas looked back and forth.

Then, he saw the icy blue eyes in the window. Wisps of brown hair twisted in the wind. The eye on the back of Thomas’ hand opened, a beacon of white piercing through the darkness. The cross around his throat changed into a dagger, the leather cord forming the hilt. At the sight of the gleaming metal, the demon’s features twisted and it let out a soundless scream.

It spiraled and turned into the shadows, vanishing as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the window.

He’d brought the people of this quiet town another night of peace. And he was fine with that.

[zoeydoe]

she’s kind of mine, actually

estelle is not fond of people flirting with her girlfriend, especially when that person is ted spankoffski

Estelle sipped her matcha latte, slouched over her laptop at the table nearest to the counter at Beanies. She was scrolling absent-mindedly through YouTube videos and absolutely not doing what she was meant to be doing, which was work for online classes. She liked coming to Beanies to “study” and was grateful that Callum could hold down the fort at the shop. Every so often, she would glance up at the ordering counter, where Zoey stood with a smile on her face. Zoey would look back and wink, which Estelle loved. 

It was a Monday, towards the afternoon, so Beanies wasn’t busy at all. Nora, Zoey’s coworker, was dusting behind the counter. The only customers besides Estelle were a blonde woman and a young boy, happily devouring a muffin while his mother stared off into space. 

As Estelle finally clicked off of YouTube and back onto her assignment, the front door opened, and a man walked in. Lanky, with greasy black hair and a slick mustache. He wore an olive green shirt and mauve tie, and walked with a cocky sort of confidence. Yeah, this man thought he was the shit.

“One chai iced tea, baby, large, with four sugars.” He leaned against the counter, licking his lips and ogling at Zoey. Estelle felt a wave of jealousy course through her body. Who did this asshole think he was?

“Coming right up!” Zoey kept her voice bright. Estelle admired her; had it been her in the situation, she’d have refused service. The man crossed his arms, staring at Zoey, undressing her with his eyes. Estelle tried to keep her focus on her work, but her eyes kept falling on his sly smile as he dropped a dollar bill into the tip jar.

“I just tipped ya.” He noted as she handed him the drink. “You don’t have to sing, though, gorgeous, your number will do juuuuuust fine.” 

Estelle wanted to get up, clobber him, and remind this dickhead that Zoey was taken, but she reminded herself she was 5’4 and probably couldn’t do a thing. She continued to watch in absolute agony.

“No thank you, Ted.” Zoey snapped. “Just like yesterday, I’m fine.”

Ah. He was a regular. 

So, this Ted had an ego. Estelle cocked her head and watched him slink away, coffee in hand. Consumed by a flame of passion, she bolted after him. She wasn’t even thinking when she darted into his path of motion and grabbed him by the tie.

“Listen here, guy, I don’t know why you think it’s okay to flirt with her when she clearly isn’t interested but- but….”

The adrenaline had worn off. Estelle let go of Ted’s tie and stumbled backwards. His face showed a mixture of emotions: fear, anger, but mostly confusion. 

“And you’re telling me this because…?” 

Estelle winced as she heard the door open and shut behind her. She knew the familiar footsteps as soon as they began pounding down the sidewalk. 

“Estelle, what the hell?” Zoey slipped beside her, grabbing her by the wrist. “Are you trying to end up in prison for assault?”

“I just don’t like it when other people flirt with you!” Estelle whined. She slid her arm out of Zoey’s grasp but quickly took her hand back, entwining their fingers. “I’m supposed to be the one that flirts with you!”

Ted’s confusion only seemed to grow. The girls broke away at the sound of his confused ‘humph’

“So uhm…please don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.” Estelle finished, hints of her usual shyness creeping into her tone. “She’s kind of mine, actually.”

[willalove75]

That lawyer fic is 😍 *chef's kiss* .

Can I request domestic Rebecca x Reader .

On their day off just waking up in bed after a very pleasant and long evening 👀 you can decide in which direction this goes . I just remembered her and Sam so ....

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it!!💕💕

And yes! I love this so much!!😍

You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, it's not a jarring noise, but a soft, delicate one, enough to wake you up, but not so loud where it scares the crap out of you. You reach over and shut it off and turn back over. You rub the sleep from your eyes, when your vision finally comes into focus you're met with blond locks on the pillow next to you. You adjust a little and can see your girlfriends eyebrows, the rest of her face covered by the duvet. You find it adorable that she pulls the covers over her nose in her sleep and nuzzles into it. You stare at her as she peacefully sleeps, her torso rising and falling under the duvet, you bring your forehead to hers and rest it there, wanting to get as close to her as possible without waking her up

After a minute you feel her nose nuzzling yours, you open your eyes and see the sleepy smile plastered across her face as she gently nuzzles her face into yours. She places a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth and you wrap your arms around her, pulling her tightly into you. She buries her face in your neck and holds you back, her legs tangling with yours. Feeling her bare skin against yours makes you feel alive, a small chill runs down your spine when you feel soft kisses on your shoulder. You smile and run your fingers through her hair, your hand resting on the back of her head.

She lifts her head to be eye level with you, her gorgeous green eyes sparkling in the morning sun, you could look into her eyes all day. She gently closes them and brings her lips to yours. Her soft, warm lips on yours bring a smile to your face, she pulls away and looks back into your eyes.

"Good morning baby." You gently say, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, letting your hand rest on her face.

"Good morning my love." She holds your hand and gently kisses it.

The night you two shared the night before was like magic, you don't think you've ever felt closer to the person you love so much.

"How did you sleep?" You ask.

"Very, very well." She says with a smile. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock. I was exhausted, you wore me out." You giggle and kiss her again.

"Oh I did, did I?" She says coyly.

"Mhm."

She softly presses her lips against yours, you feel her fingers gently trace down your waist, to your hips, and back. You caress her cheek with your thumb as she kisses you. You feel her fingers travel down the small of your back, up to your hip, up your waist, her hand finally coming to a rest on your hip. She puts pressure on your hip and rolls you onto your back and gently climbs on top of you, her body pressed against yours. She kisses down your jaw, to your neck, across your collarbone and to your shoulder, leaving a trail of soft kisses in her path.

Rebecca rests her head into the crook of your neck and your feel her manicured fingers travel across your collarbone to your shoulder and back. On each return, her fingers move further towards the center of your chest, eventually traveling down your sternum and under your breast. You mindlessly play with her hair as the sensation relaxes you.

You feel her lips on your neck, kissing higher and higher until she reaches your lips once more. She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and rests her hand on your face as you feel the other one slide under you. You lazily gaze into her gorgeous eyes and smile, studying the features of her face. Her full lips, sparkling eyes, the lines around the corners of her mouth and eyes, she's absolutely breathtaking.

"Want to go shower?" She says, kissing your cheek.

"I guess." You sigh, not wanting to get out of bed.

You both lay there for another minute, studying each other as she strokes your hair. You pull her in for another kiss and you sigh when you part.

"I guess we should get up." You reluctantly say.

She kisses you on the cheek and rolls off of you and you both get out of bed and head into the bathroom. You turn the water on and wait for it to get warm, you turn around and watch Rebecca from behind as she looks in the mirror. Her blond curls fall just below her muscular shoulders, your eyes follow her body down to her tiny waist and to her round hips. You stare at her perfect ass for an extra second and continue down admiring her long, strong legs. You walk up behind her and put your hands on her hips and place kisses across her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She looks at you over her shoulder with a smile on her face as the bathroom begins to fill with steam.

You grab her hand and lead her into the shower. The warm water is soothing as is cascades down your body. Rebecca is admiring you as you get your hair wet, you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips and steps forward under the shower and kisses you. Your hands instinctively move to her face as she pulls your body into hers, you feel her tongue flick across your lip and you let her in. Your tongues dance around each other as the water pours over you. She slowly pulls away, gently pulling your lower lip between her teeth before she finally lets go.

You grab your shampoo and begin to lather it into your hair, as you go to wash it out you feel Rebecca's hands running through your hair, her nails gently scratching your scalp. You hum as you relax and enjoy the sensation. She washes the shampoo out of her own hair after you do and massages conditioner into your hair and hers. She grabs your hairbrush and gently combs out each knot, starting from the bottom of your hair, working her way up. You both wash out the conditioner and you grab her body wash and squeeze some onto the puff, the calming scent of the soap filling the bathroom. You gently wash Rebecca's body, across her shoulders, her chest, you wash both of her breasts, giving them extra attention which gets you a giggle out of her. She turns around and you wash the back of her shoulders, down her back and down to her butt, giving each cheek extra attention like you did her breasts and she giggles again. She turns back towards you and you kneel down, you drag the puff over her thigh, between her legs and down to her calf, doing the same to the other leg. You stand back up as she rinses off and she grabs the puff from you, rings it out and puts your soap on it and begins to wash you.

You feel the puff across your skin, along with her free hand as she washes you. She gently massages your shoulders as she washes your back and you let out a sigh of relief. You turn to face her and she washes the front of you, giving your breasts extra attention like you did with hers. You wash off the soap and turn the water off.

Rebecca hands you a fluffy towel and you dry yourself off. You walk into the bedroom and Rebecca puts on a bra, thong and a pair of lounge shorts and sits on the bed as she waits for you. You throw on a sports bra, underwear and some lounge pants. You walk up to her and stand between her legs, she puts her hands on your hips and looks into your eyes.

"That was really nice." You say with a smile.

"It was." She says back.

You lean down and kiss her, you feel your hair dripping down your back and you part. You dry your hair off a little more and your stomach growls, loudly.

"Looks like someone's hungry." She says with a smirk.

"I'm starving." You say with a laugh.

"Come on, let's go eat." She says as she stands up and reaches her hand out towards you.

You grab her hand and she leads you downstairs into the kitchen. You both begin to pull out things to make breakfast and you both start cooking. As you're at the stove she wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your neck, you sigh and lean into her.

When breakfast is finally ready you both sit at the table and eat, Rebecca opens the door to the backyard and the cool summer air blows through the house.

After the dishwasher is loaded you grab your cup and walk into the living room. You stop and look at the pictures on the wall, when you first moved in there was just a piece of art hanging, now it's filled with memories you've both made. Vacations, pictures with friends, family, and your favorite ones, photos from your wedding. A smile crosses your face as you look at the photos, memories from the day flood your mind. It went by so quickly, but it was perfect. Rebecca looked absolutely stunning, you can see how happy the two of you are in the photos.

Rebecca walks up next to you and wraps her arm around you.

"Looking at the pictures again?" She asks as she admires the wall.

"Yeah, this is my favorite wall in the house."

"Mine too. I never thought I would have a wall like this in my house, then you came along and turned my whole world upside down." She looks down at you and you meet her gaze as you smile at her. She kisses your head and turns back to the pictures.

"I love this one." She says, pointing to a picture of the Richmond family at The Higgins' annual Christmas party. There were damn near 30 of you Squeezed into their house that was not meant to hold 30 people, but it was one of the best Christmases of your life.

"That was so much fun. I really like this one." You say, pointing at a candid picture of Rebecca and your childhood best friend laughing with their arms around each other.

"Oh I love them." She says.

"I love that you love my friends, that you get along with them and actually like hanging out with them."

"I really do, they're a lot of fun, and they're all really good people."

"Yeah, they're a good bunch."

"I mean I know this is obvious, but this one is my favorite." She says with a big smile as she points to one of your wedding photos. It was taken right after you saw each other for the first time, you both had tears in your eyes and your arms around each other, but it's one of the best pictures from the day. You both look so genuinely happy and in love, everything about it is perfect.

"Of course, it's my favorite picture out of the thousands we got back from the photographer, it's perfect."

You both admire the pictures for another few minutes and Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you to the couch. She sits down and you lay with your legs across her lap, her fingers trail up and down your leg mindlessly as she sips on her tea.

"Did you ever think that we would be here when we first met?" You ask.

"How do you mean?" She asks.

"Like married, living together, being in love, did you ever think that any of this would happen when you first met me?"

"Truthfully, no, never in a million years would I have even thought we would be where we are right now back then. How about you?"

"No, not at all. I really thought that we would have fun for a little bit but the age gap and the financial gap would be too difficult and we'd just end up breaking up."

"I had no idea what I thought was going to break us up, I just never expected it to last. But it's one of the biggest and best surprises of my life." She says, looking at you adoringly.

"Mine too, I'm very happy that I was wrong about what I thought was going to happen."

You put your cup down on the coffee table and swing your legs off of her lap and sit next to her. You tuck her damp hair behind her ear and rest your fingers on her face as you gaze into her eyes.

"I love you so much Rebecca. You're my favorite person in the whole world."

"I love you so much too y/n. I never knew I was missing such a huge piece of my life until you came into it, I'll love you until the day I die."

"Me too baby."

You lean in and her lips meet yours, the sparks you feel when your lips meet send chills down your spine. You've never been so in love with someone, you never thought it was possible to love another person as much as you love her. Neither of you have truly been happier than you are right now.