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nalgenewhore · 4 years ago

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an: hmm. well. it is what it is. enjoy !

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Sipping on her tea, Elide stared across the table at Ress, who was steadily ignoring her and looking at his phone. She reached her leg under the table and poked his thigh, “Who’re ya texting, Ress?”

“No one,” he muttered, blushing at the message he received. Elide poked him again, idly scratching Bear’s head as she attempted to annoy her bodyguard into cracking.

“Come on, just tell me. I’m very good at keeping secrets,” she said, jabbing him sharply. He hissed and shoved her foot away, his cheeks bright red.

“Elide, seriously, it’s- it’s nothing.”

Elide hummed, “Whatever you say.” She sighed dramatically, batting her lashes at him as she speared a chunk of watermelon on her fork. “Pretty please? I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Aelin.”

“You won’t tell me what?”

Ress shot her a pleading look as Aelin swept in, heading straight for the drink bar to pour herself a cup of coffee. Elide nodded imperceptibly and made a dismissive gesture with her hand, “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just teasing Ress.”

“Don’t be mean to him,” Aelin said, walking behind his chair and hugging him with one arm around his neck. “You’ll scare him away.”

The door opened again, in walking Rowan who commented drily, “I don’t think there’s a single thing that could scare him off now, Fireheart.”

Elide slowly drank from her cup, watching her cousin’s smile soften as her husband kissed her gently. Aelin deserved a love like the one she had with Rowan and Elide couldn’t be more happy for the both of them. She noticed Rowan had something tucked under his arm and nodded towards it, “What have you got there, Ro?”

“This,” he said, tossing it down and sliding it across the dark mahogany table, “is for you.” Elide put her cup down and picked up the paper, a picture of her spread across the front page. The headline read Perranth Welcomes Home Its Duchess-To-Be!

Aelin slid into the seat next to her, trying to subtly sneak a piece of bacon down to Bear and failing miserably. Bear snatched it right out of her hand the moment she got a whiff of it. “Those pictures turned out well,” Aelin said, letting Bear lick the grease from her fingers before wiping them on a napkin.

Elide nodded, “They did.” She flipped through the rest of the pages, scanning the article before dropping it down. “So, what’s happening today?”

“I have a parliament meeting in an hour,” Aelin said, adding copious amounts of sugar and cream to her oatmeal. “Ro and I will be there for the morning.”

“Am I not invited to parliament?” Elide pondered, knowing anyone who wasn’t a member or of royal status were barred from attending. Rowan rolled his eyes, quickly hiding his smile in his coffee. Aelin chuckled, sneaking another piece of bacon down to Bear. “Oh, woe is me. I shall wallow in grief until your return.”

Aelin’s eyes held a wickedly amused look as she huffed, “Well, I should expect nothing less.”

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Elide walked with Aelin and Rowan through the castle to the larger of the conference rooms, where Perranth’s government was assembling.

She mainly chatted with Rowan, as Aelin had her head stuck in her briefing file, going back between the meeting’s agenda and her personal notes. The queen barely gave Elide more than a vague wave before ducking into the side office.

Rowan went to follow her, but stopped at the last minute to pivot neatly back to Elide, “El…”

“Yes?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, concern flashing in his pine green eyes, “You seemed really upset last night. Are you sure you were just tired?”

Disappointment clenched her heart, at the fact that her mystery partner hadn’t even told her his name and Lysandra hadn’t been able to get it from the guest list. She shrugged her shoulder, “Oh, I’m fine. Just tired and a little tipsy.” Rowan’s worried frown didn’t ease. Elide insisted, “Really, Ro, I’m alright.”

He muttered something and pulled her into a hug, still wearing a frown, “Ok, but text me if you want company, I don’t really have to be here.” Elide smiled and hugged him back, shaking her head slowly. “Ok?”

“Yeah, ok, Anneith above,” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and pushing him towards the doors. “Aelin is right.”

“About what?” His silvery-blonde eyebrows raised, an innocently curious light entering his eyes.

He looked so earnest to know that Elide almost felt bad about saying, “You are a mother-hen, buzzard.” She cackled as his mouth dropped open and quickly ran away, waving at him before ducking around a corner.

Her laughter was cut short when she saw her uncle, Vernon, and one of the most prominent women in Perranth, Maeve Nathair. “Oh, pardon me. Good morning, uncle, Ms. Nathair. It’s good to see you.”

Maeve gave her a disapproving look, making Elide feel self-conscious when her hawk-like gaze snagged on Elide’s right ankle and the corners of her thin-lipped mouth turned down. “Lady Lochan.”

Without another word, the pair swept away. Elide rolled her eyes, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling of… catching them in the corner, looking like they were conspiring. She shook her shoulders and went back to the dining room, skirting around the staff to get one last cup of tea.

Elide bent down as she stirred her sugar in, “Bear, come on, you can’t stay here the whole day.” The dog wore a look that told Elide she was not impressed by being found out. Bear hung her head low, moping as she padded over to Elide’s side. Elide laughed, bidding good-bye to the staff as she pushed Bear out of the room.

Bear pressed against Elide’s right side as they walked down the hall, her tail not wagging for once. She followed Elide into the entertainment room, passing her owner to hop up on one of the large couches. After sniffing it and turning around several times, Bear sat, whining softly until Elide sat next to her.

Elide shook her head as she scratched Bear’s stomach, “You are the biggest baby I know.” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV to the local morning shows, flipping through the channels.

They were all talking about her ball last night and what everyone was wearing. Only Remelle had a different subject. Elide frowned, putting the remote down, and watched Remelle’s show.

Seated at her desk, the blonde woman stared directly into the camera as she spoke. On the screen behind her, there was a picture of Elide dancing with Rowan, her head thrown back as she laughed.

A headline flashed over it, reading Trouble For The King and Queen?

Elide rolled her eyes and turned the volume up as Remelle spewed nonsense about Rowan’s first dance not being with Aelin.

“Confirmed sources from royal staff have confirmed in the last few months, the monarch’s relationship has taken a downfall. Many attribute it to Queen Aelin’s near constant travelling and heavy workload.” A smug little grin appeared on Remelle’s face, “If I were her, I would spend more time focusing on her delicious king consort rather than unimportant busy work.”

“Well, fuck you too,” Elide muttered, watching the rest of the segment out of pure spite. Bear shifted to rest her head in Elide’s lap, growling softly at the screen.

“And that’s the lowdown, with Remelle DuBois. Tune in next time–”

Elide shut off the TV, “Yeah, I doubt that.” She rolled her eyes and stood up, “Well, B, where should we go next?”

Bear loped after her, her nails clicking against the polished floors as they walked back to Elide’s rooms. She made a beeline to her bed, curling up and tucking her nose beneath her tail to sleep. Elide snickered and closed her bedroom door behind her, letting Bear have her little nap.

She hadn’t had that much time to explore her rooms since her arrival home, so Elide opened the closest door in her entry hallway. It was a small powder room, just enough space for a toilet, a sink, and a mirror hanging above it.

Elide looked at the artwork hanging on the wall, swearing she could see a shadow running along the wall next to it. Curious, Elide ran a finger down it, feeling a slight crash in the wall. With a small gasp, Elide pushed it and a section of the wall popped open.

A cool gust of wind blew through the passageway, making her shiver. Elide glanced over her shoulder, debating just closing the secret door and forgetting about it but… curiosity got the best of her.

She pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight to see as she walked carefully. The passage twisted and turned, but there were no forks in the path. Elide ran a hand along the cold stone walls, looking up at the spiderwebs covering much of the ceiling.

There was a soft light flickering a little ways ahead. Elide walked faster, eager to see what it was.

The passage opened into a small room, the only exit the way she’d came. On the wall to her right, there was a small grate where the light was coming from. Elide looked at it, feeling around for a latch or something to open it.

She found it and flipped it open, peering carefully through the peephole. Elide swallowed her gasp when she saw the parliament room.

Her uncle was standing, a smug look on his face. Worry pumped through her and Elide looked to where Aelin and Rowan would be sitting.

She only saw Rowan, the seat next to his empty. The king’s face was tight, the muscles in his jaws feathering. His green eyes were unreadable as he stared intently at his wife. Aelin remained poised from her standing position beside the speaker’s desk, but her hands were clasped tightly enough that her knuckles were white. “I beg your pardon, sir?”

Vernon’s snivelling voice echoed up into the room Elide was watching in, “As of November of three years ago, when he turned twenty-one, he became eligible for the title.”

“I understand that, Duke Lochan, but your niece is first in line.”

Another member of parliament spoke up, raising a hand, “Not yet, your Majesty. Terrasenian laws state that a woman must be married before she succeed any royal titling.”

Aelin made a helpless gesture with her hands, “We have never enforced that law, gentlemen. And- and this is the twenty-first century, by the gods. A man would never be forced to marry, why should Elide?”

Elide felt tears well, her blood rushing through her ears. It couldn’t be true. She- all her life had been preparing her for this moment and because she was unmarried, she was unfit? She couldn’t focus on anything the congress said. Her lungs started gulping down oxygen, her vision fuzzy.

She was having a panic attack, this she knew, but Elide couldn’t ground herself to anything until a heavy mallet struck down. The startling sound frightened her enough and she looked back down, seeing the parliament members pack their things up.

They filed out of the room, one by one shuffling towards the double doors. Elide flicked her eyes to Aelin and Rowan, hoping maybe they had reached a verdict, something that would help her.

But when all she saw was heartbreak on their faces, Elide fled back to her rooms.

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Elide paced the carpet in her office, “How- how is anyone else in line for the title? I’m the only Lochan left and Vernon is the duke regent. He’s a placeholder, for the gods’ sakes.”

Aelin didn’t look up from the groove in Elide’s desk she had been staring at for the past ten minutes. She ran her nail along it, uncharacteristically silent. Elide looked to Rowan for help.

He was standing at one of the windows, leaning against it with his arms crossed, a fierce frown gracing his face. Feeling her desperate gaze on him, Rowan turned to face Elide, sighing tiredly. “It goes back to the beginning, Ellie.”

“What do you mean,” she whispered, picking at the skin around her nails out of nervous habit. “What aren’t you guys telling me?”

Aelin finally lifted her head, the redness of her eyes making the blue pop, “I swear I didn’t know, El. No one- I didn’t know.”

“You’re making me nervous, Ae,” Elide said, her voice trembling. “Just- just tell me. I deserve to know.”

“Why don’t you sit down,” suggested Rowan, gesturing to the couch by the window. “We’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Numbly, Elide walked over to the plush chair and sank down into it. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, “Tell me the whole story.”

Rowan looked at Aelin, waiting for her to speak. The queen exhaled shakily, refusing to meet Elide’s eyeline. Instead, she picked at a loose thread in her pants, “The Lochans aren’t the only family in line to the throne. When- when Perranth was formed, there were two warring families.”

“Who?”

“The Lochans and… the Nathairs,” Aelin whispered, as if speaking any louder would summon some evil being. “The families settled here and fought over the crown. When-” her voice cracked, her face crumpling, but still, Aelin continued, “when the Lochans won, they agreed that if either ruling family couldn’t produce an eligible heir, the title would automatically go to the other family.”

“But Maeve isn’t married either,” Elide said, a spark of hope igniting in her chest. She sat up, “She isn’t married either, how can she get the…” she trailed off when Rowan shook his head. “Oh, she isn’t- she isn’t talking about herself, is she?”

“No, she isn’t,” Rowan confirmed, leaning against the desk. “Her brother, Cillian, had a son.”

Elide swallowed past the tightness in her throat, tears stinging her eyes, “How long do I have? They aren’t just giving it to him, right?” The conversation halted when the door opened, the three of them tensing.

When they saw it was just Bear, intrigued by the noises, they relaxed. Bear ambled over to Elide, planting herself in front of Elide and growling. She bared her teeth and her hackles raised, the dog on edge due to her owner’s obvious distress.

“No, you have time,” Rowan said.

“How much?”

He and Aelin looked at each other, avoiding Elide’s question. She repeated herself, her tone hard, “How much time do I have, Rowan?” She figured at least a year. It was still short, but she could make do.

“Sixty days.”

Elide gasped, floundering for the words. “No, that’s not right.” She looked at Aelin, pressing her lips together to stop from crying. “Ae…”

Her friend dragged her gaze to Elide’s, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“But- please,” Elide pleaded, tears coursing down her cheeks. “Sixty days?” Rowan nodded solemnly, moving towards her with an outstretched arm. He let it fall when Elide shook her head, pressing herself further into the corner of the couch.

“I’m so sorry,” whispered Aelin, her own eyes filled with tears. “I tried to make it longer, but…”

Elide shook her head, “H-how can they expect me to find anyone I love enough to marry them in two months? It’s like-” she sniffed, crying anew when Bear bumped her nose into Elide’s leg, “it’s a big trick for an arranged marriage or…”

But there was no ‘or’. It was the only option, she married whoever was most suitable or she lost her throne. “There is no ‘or’,” she said.

“You don’t have to do this,” Rowan muttered. Aelin opened her mouth to say something, but Rowan cut her off, “No, Aelin. She doesn’t have to do this.”

“How?” Elide asked, her voice cracking. “Tell me.”

“Rowan…”

Rowan shook his head, dismissing Aelin’s warning tone. “Elide, you don’t have to be the duchess. You- you can say ‘no’ and live a normal life.”

Elide gawked at her friend, not entirely sure she’d heard him correctly. “Are- are you serious right now, Rowan?” Bear whined, clearly distressed by Elide’s visible upset. The dog pawed at Elide’s leg, her tail tucked beneath her. “I’m not just going to give up. I can- I can do this. It’s my throne and I won’t let some pompous, crown-stealing bastard take it from me.”

Aelin chuckled a bit, wiping her eyes. She stood, walking across the room, and sat down next to Elide. “That’s my girl.” Aelin wrapped her arms around Elide, shooing Rowan away over her shoulder.

Feeling spent, Elide practically collapsed onto Aelin. She felt calmer when the queen started rubbing her back and speaking in a soothing tone, “We’re going to get through this. It isn’t the end of the world.”

Elide nodded, not entirely believing Aelin. “Yeah. I’ll be ok.”

It seemed almost silly to think that in the morning, her biggest concern was the name she didn’t get of the man she would never see again.

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lilacfrostdraws · 4 years ago

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my thoughts about Saeran’s After Ending (GE & NE spoilers)

first thoughts: be still, my heart. the final frame of the good ending made me cry. i adore the twins so much, and i’m so thankful for an ending in which everyone is truly happy! i suffered a bit for this ending (i failed) but it so very was worth it to see everyone’s “promise of happiness” fulfilled.

the artwork: absolutely stunning! all of the stills are gorgeous. i endeavored to achieve as many endings as possible in order to collect all of the frames. Saeran is absolutely adorable in this artstyle. i’m also grateful for the amount of Saeran kiss CGs we received. :) also, the frame of him holding his hand to his chest below the moon as tears fall down his face is beautiful. i believe it perfectly conveys forgiveness, understanding, and acceptance.

saeran: he truly is a sweetheart—one of the kindest and most inspiring characters. i was touched when he said, “if i am to choose the very last thing to do before death, i’ll choose understanding [rather] than hatred.” how beautiful... he has suffered so much but still chooses to embrace kindness. we Saeran stans were fed with his VA’s sweet lines, texts, & multiple teeth-rotting stills with hand holding, hugs, etc... this perfect marshmallow boy deserves all of the love in the world.

on the other hand...

what in the world happened to Rika & V following the Good Ending? i know that in the Normal Ending, Rika confronted the prime minister to protect Saeran & later sought to “atone” for her crimes. but in the Good Ending, did she and V just...disappear? perhaps i just wasn’t paying attention...

the dark endings: Mystic Messenger is notorious for its dark themes, but this route and its entirety were heavy. there are so many endings full of despair, & there is even an ending in which saeran ends his own life. i was sickened while playing this segment. Cheritz does show a warning in the app store of the dark themes of the game, but the topics in this route can be mentally & emotionally draining. i warn all who seek to play this route of its themes!

V: i feel pity for the V stans. he acted selfishly to satiate his guilt with Rika’s evil by feigning a desire to protect everyone & kidnapping the twins. he was a complete 180 degree turn from his character in Another Story. in the past, his actions, though not necessarily right, stemmed from a desire to truly protect everyone. in Saeran’s AE, he returned to a toxic relationship Rika & though he did want to minimize damage, he still primarily wanted to keep the twins for Rika’s sake. i am not necessarily a V stan, but i am disappointed with the way Cheritz handled his character. i also hated when he said something to MC along the lines of, “I wish I had someone [like you who could help me solve my problems].” there’s a continual emphasis of the importance of MC’s decisions and how they save everyone/affect the story. no wonder this route was so emotionally heavy, quite a burden for us to achieve a good ending...

Rika: i am a person who naturally strives for peace and understanding, so i sympathized with Rika & criticized her to a degree. however, those choices led to a Bad Relationship Ending on the Day 4 branch at 2:16 a.m. instead, which sharply contrasted Another Story... AS encouraged the player to forgive & empathize with Rika, while AE gave Saeran’s magenta hearts in answers that were curt & distrusting of Rika. i don’t understand why Cheritz decided to do this.

nevertheless, something that did bother me is that Rika...does not pay for her crimes? i think Saeran is a deeply kind person and so full of love, which is why he forgave Rika & V despite how badly they hurt him. however, forgiveness does not erase the price Rika must pay for the suffering she caused at Mint Eye. she was an abuser & did not deserve to be “redeemed.” she brainwashed hundreds of others. she killed the twins’ mother, albeit in self-defense. there is no clear accountability for Rika that i observed in the Good Ending. she is merely forgiven. (this also alludes back to V’s Judge or Forgive AE, in which Cheritz pretty much requires the player to forgive Rika if they want the Good Ending.)

RFA: I’m happy to know that in the GE, all RFA members found roads to their own happiness. however, i do wish Cheritz would’ve shed a bit more light upon Yoosung’s reaction to Rika. V’s Judge or Forgive did a better job in covering Yoosung’s perspective, but Saeran’s AE almost skipped past it besides a few brief moments of Yoosung crying.

I enjoyed Jumin’s role in this story. unlike V’s JoF in which he falls into a deep drunken sadness, in Saeran’s AE, Jumin discovers how fickle material possessions and wealth truly are & how love prevails over all. honestly, Jumin is an MVP of this route; he sacrificed so much & still fought for justice for the twins & clarity in government intentions. go, Jumin! i’m happy for you!

also, Vanderwood was fantastic! what a cutie. i adore him. he was a bit fickle initially, which was very understandable, but i’m so glad he truly cares for saeyoung. another MVP of the AE!

the twins: the twins’ story is so bittersweet. these boys have suffered enough. i believe that my favorite part of the AE is their reunion in the end. i love that Cheritz alludes to the fact that the player, Saeran, and Saeyoung live together & travel the world. i couldn’t help but smile when they thanked me, the player, for helping them finally reach an ending in which everyone is happy. i cried when the fourth wall shattered. i love them. i did feel that the ending was a bit rushed—even Saeran said, “why are you trying to end this?” i wish Cheritz would’ve shown us a bit more scenes with Saeran and Saeyoung together, but i’m content that they’re both safe and happy. it’s all i wanted!

overall...i enjoyed it! i believe it was worth the wait. it certainly was far from perfect—i disliked Day 3’s chats in the evening, especially, and the story as a whole is emotionally heavy & may be triggering to some. i also wish V’s character would have been handled differently & Rika would be held accountable for her abusive actions. also, there is the prevalent, continual emphasis upon the weight of the player’s decisions. but finally achieving the good ending—a good ending for everyone—is a feeling like no other.

i love saeran, & i’ll always cherish MM! i truly hope this isn’t the end. there’s always the chance for a Valentine’s DLC for V & Saeran. :)

#saeran ae spoilers #saeran after ending spoilers #saeran choi #mystic messenger #saeran x mc

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itsreigns · 4 years ago

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Surprising Him

Elias x Reader

(Y/N) surprises him at Monday Night Raw after not getting to see him for a few weeks.

Warnings: Angst. Mainly Fluff.

Words: 2,676

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It’s been too long since I’ve seen my boyfriend. Three weeks with nothing but FaceTime and iMessage back and forth. I missed his face so much. Yeah, I know I saw it on the screen but it just isn’t the same.

I miss his face close to mine. I miss his face tucked into the crook of my neck. I miss his beard tickling me as he kissed down my body. I miss his scent. I miss the warmth that emanated from his body. I miss his deep voice. I miss him.

For the past few days, he tried to dismiss it but I could sense he was upset. If I had to guess, I’d probably say he was just bummed that we couldn’t be together on our first anniversary. He always said he wanted to be home, so we could have a private dinner, just ourselves, and enjoy our company. But unfortunately, his work schedule didn’t play in our favor.

Initially, he asked for a couple of days off and they granted them, but a week ago, after Raw, he was informed that he was needed on the show on our anniversary day. He was so disappointed, and almost embarrassed when he called me to tell the news and call our plans off. I shrugged it off, obviously, and tried to comfort him.

It wasn’t his fault, so I definitely didn’t want to make him feel even worse. Plus, it was very likely that it meant a huge improvement in his career and in his current storyline. Deep down he knew I was right, but I think he might have gotten the wrong idea. I had the slight feeling that he thought I was okay with not seeing him and not celebrating our anniversary.

But it was the complete opposite. I was so heartbroken with the news of our now cancelled plans, but I didn’t want him to feel guilty or sadder about it. I moped around for some time, bummed about not seeing my husband, until I had a lightbulb moment.

If he couldn’t come to me, I’d go to him.

How had I not thought about it before? Seriously, so dumb of me. It’s a special date for us, and I can definitely arrange to take some days off work. It will be perfect.

I grab my laptop, my credit card and my phone and head to the sofa, ready to start booking my flight and arrange some nice hotel room for us. It took me about an hour and a half and lots of surfing the internet and scheduling to do it all, but it’s all finally set.

Seattle is waiting for me! In three days, I’m going to surprise my husband on our anniversary. It’s going to be unforgettable. It’s not what we had planned or wished, but what truly matters is that we’ll be together.

I decided not to tell him anything about my trip. It’s kind of rude, I know, but I’m definitely not trying to torture him. If I’m being honest, I just can’t wait to see the look on his face, always full of love and lighting up when his eyes land on me, especially after some time apart. And I can’t wait to have his arms around me, holding me tight against his warm and broad chest.

Three days later...

It’s finally here! Today’s the day. I’m already on the plane, 10 minutes away from landing in Seattle. I am so anxious, my stomach is flipping. I’ve got jitters just thinking about how close I am to seeing him. I swear I feel like a teenager on her way to meet her crush all over again. Help!

I’m bouncing my leg nervously, as I look through the window, watching the city come closer and closer in sight. When we finally land, I swear my legs tremble like jelly, I can barely stand up for a few seconds. It’s almost hilarious. I mean, he’s my husband and I feel like I’m about to go on a first date or something. I love how we still get this feeling about and around each other.

Once I check out, I call an Uber as I go wait outside the airport. In less than 20 minutes, I’ll be entering the arena. Oh God, the chills running through my body just thinking about his warmth enveloping me.

The Uber arrived in no time and the trip down to the arena was quicker than I expected. Thankfully though! The anticipation is killing me!

I step out of the car, thanking the driver before he drives off. I reach my phone so I can pay for the ride, and give him a tip as well because he was so nice the whole time. When I’m done, I stare at the gigantic building in front of me, taking in the sight before texting Nattie, who was my inside girl.

“I’m outside!” I write, barely holding onto my phone as my hands shake nervously.

A few seconds later, it beeps, signalling a new message. “Don’t move! I’ll be there in 5. So exciteeeeed!”

I smile as I read Nattie’s text. Of course she’s excited, she’s all about surprises and parties and helping out her friends. I love her, she’s a great friend, I just wish I could see her often.

“GIRL!” I hear her voice coming out of the building, making me turn as I spot her running towards me with a huge smile on her face. “How are you? I missed you so much!” She squeals excitedly, pulling me into a hug.

“I missed you too, Nattie! And I’m better now that I’m here.” I admit, feeling myself blush a bit as we pull back and she fully faces me.

“Yeah, now that you’re about to see your man, you mean.” Nattie teases playfully, shooting me a knowing grin and earning a genuine laugh from me. “Let’s go inside.” She says, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and leading me through the front doors.

We walk through God knows how many halls, carefully so Elias doesn’t spot me earlier than expected, until we finally arrive at the women’s locker room. As we step inside, all eyes turn to us. Some of them, I already met, the others I haven’t but Nattie quickly solved that problem by introducing me to everyone. And they are so nice!

“Don’t be nervous! Elias will love your surprise.” Alexa said.

“I bet he misses you so bad, he’s going to loooooooove it.” Nia replied.

“He won’t even see it coming. I want to see the look on his face when he sees you!” Lana added.

Everyone was trying to support me and calm me down, I guess my nerves were that palpable. But being with them, eased me off. I’m feeling so much better, and I’m so ready to see my man.

It’s been almost 2 hours since I’ve arrived. Raw is halfway through and we’re watching Elias’ segment. My stomach twists in nervousness from both his segment and our imminent encounter. God, I truly missed him.

I watch him intently as he plays his guitar in the middle of the ring, only to be interrupted by Randy Orton who proceeds to attack him. They engage in a rough fight, making my heart contract in fear for Elias. I’m always so scared he’ll get hurt. He’s been there before and it wasn’t easy at all.

The match finally ends. I look proudly at Elias through the screen, he’s all sweaty and there’s a bit of blood on his forehead but... I am so proud of him. All of his hard work is finally paying off. He so deserves everything good this world has to offer.

“It’s time!!!” Nattie yells, clapping her hands enthusiastically, snapping me out of my thoughts. “C’mon (Y/N)!” She insists, extending her hand to me. I take her hand before getting up and following her lead. “Charly texted me, Elias is getting his forehead looked at by the medics, so we’re waiting for him outside the examination room.”

“Okay, let’s go!” I say, taking a deep breath.

She squeezes my hand a couple of times as we walk towards the room, shooting me a couple of reassuring smiles along the way. Five minutes later, we arrived at the door signaled as examination room.

“Now we only have to wait.” Nattie smiles, sighing deeply. I could tell she was also nervous for our encounter. She’s so sweet. “It will be great! I can’t wait!”

By my count, it’s been 10 minutes since we got here. I’m getting super worked up, definitely not liking this delay at all. What if something was wrong with him? What if the cut in the forehead was more than a mere cut? I am getting even more nervous.

Sensing my uneasiness, Nattie pulls me into a hug. “Hey, it’ll be ok. Sometimes these things take a bit longer than we’d like to.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried about him.” I mumble softly. “And I truly miss him.”

“I know you do. He’s just seconds away, though.” She encourages, smiling widely as she pulls back and faces me.

Suddenly, the door opens, revealing an exhausted and shirtless Elias, with his gaze glued to the ground as the palm of his hand is connected against his freshly stitched forehead as if relieving some of the pain. I can also see some red and purple-ish spots on his abdomen and his pecs. He really took a huge beating.

“That’s my cue. Bye.” Nattie whispers to me, managing to leave without Elias noticing neither of us.

“Surprise!” I shout, for some reason really shyly.

His gaze moves up in a fraction of seconds, shock written in his features as he stares down at me, his mouth hanging open. His eyes are shining, filled with emotion and love. I feel my own get blurry with unshed tears.

“What-? I mean, how did you-?” He tries to ask, unable to form a complete sentence. I bet his mind is running a thousand miles per hour. “Nevermind, come here, baby.”

He takes a step towards me and I meet him halfway, launching myself at him, carefully so I wouldn’t hurt him, and hugging him tight, wrapping my arms around his waist, as if my life depended on it. He quickly envelops me in his arms as well, wrapping them around my shoulders and pulling me to him tightly.

I can feel him taking in my hair’s scent as he kisses it a couple of times. That makes my insides flutter. He misses me as much as I miss him. How difficult it is to find someone who is on the exact same page you are. I am so goddamn lucky.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” I whisper against his chest, then planting a kiss right on the same spot. “I missed you so much.”

He pulls back slightly, resting his wounded forehead against mine. “Happy anniversary, love.” Then, he presses his lips to mine, slowly and gently, pecking me repeatedly. “It means a lot to me that you’re here, (Y/N). You have no idea how much.”

“Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be, Elias.” I reply, in all honesty. “Wherever you are, that’s home to me.”

“I love you so much.” He sighs, hugging me again. “Every day that I spend with you just shows me that I made the right choice when I asked you to marry me. You’re my girl, and you’ll forever be my girl.”

“And I made the right choice by saying yes.” I smile widely at him, once we pull back. Then, he lets out a weird laugh, so I raise my eyebrow in confusion. “What?”

“You know… I kind of got the feeling that you didn’t care that I couldn’t be home today.” I’m about to interrupt him, but he doesn’t let me. “I know you care, but I was just… angry for failing you, and then you just acted indifferently, and it kinda stung.”

“I knew you weren’t feeling good about canceling our plans, I knew how much you wanted to be home, and I didn’t want to make you feel worse. It wasn’t your fault, and I bet you were feeling guilty. That look on your face right there tells me I was definitely right.” I chuckle, and he smiles back, as blush creeps up his cheeks. "I didn’t act indifferently.” I assure him, resting my hand on right above his heart. “I was destroyed inside, Elias. I missed you so much, and all I wanted was to have you for myself and myself only for a whole night.”

“You can have me, baby. Anytime, I’m yours. Only yours.” He reassures me, pecking my lips again. “I’m sorry I failed you, though. I really wanted to be with you, at home.”

“I know you did. That’s why I came up with this magnificent plan of coming all the way down to Seattle to surprise you.” I laugh, feeling really proud of myself.

“Yeah, about that… How did you pull this off in like… what? Three days?”He asks genuinely curious and amazed by my idea.

“I sat on our sofa for almost two hours, surrounded by my phone, my notebook and my laptop. I called Nattie and she also helped me with some of the details. It was hard, I’m not going to lie, but I’m stubborn, so yeah.” I sum it all up really quick, so I wouldn’t let it slip that I had one more surprise.

“You’re very stubborn.” I cut him off by smacking his arm playfully. “And intelligent, and pretty, and everything good in this world and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper, feeling myself blush a bit as I get on my tiptoes so I could kiss him properly.

“Speaking of which, I’m really tired and I have a hotel room waiting for us.” He informs, looking much more relieved and happy now.

“About that… I’m not going to your hotel room.” I say, watching his face fall. “But neither are you.” This time, it’s his turn to look confused. “With Nattie’s help, I got us a really special hotel room, so we could celebrate properly.”

“You got us a suite?” He asks incredulously.

“You’re goddamn right I did. A master suite, with a king size bed. Champagne, strawberries and chocolate waiting for us.” I can tell by the look in his face that his mind is already wandering in dangerous places. And I love it. “And a little bonus, that I think you’re going to love, considering you’re so sore: it has a jacuzzi.” I add teasingly.

“Oh great. A jacuzzi, I think you’ll find it very helpful too by the end of the night.” He replies, his voice laced with desire and love.

“Yeah? How’s that?” I tease him back, biting my lip. “You’re going to wear me out? Get me sore?”

“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good, I’m going to show you how much I love you. I’ll be giving my wife the anniversary present she deserves.” He starts, whispering into my ear. “And then, I’m going to hold you tight to me and sleep peacefully with you in my arms after we’re all worn out and sore. When we get up, I’ll get you in the jacuzzi and I’ll massage your shoulders and your back. Or maybe we’ll go in for another round before we get up and then we’ll get to the jacuzzi.” He informs, lust filling his eyes, his tone so low, that it had me clenching my thighs together. Of course he noticed. “Already ready for me, baby?”

“I’m always ready for you. So can we go?” I stutter, knowing I sound really ablaze and unsettled but that’s the truth, I can’t wait to be alone with him.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on you either, baby. So after you.”

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Paleyfest 2006: Supernatural Panel

So I’ve watched about half the panel so far and am taking a break because my airpods have ran out of charge as I keep pausing to make notes. It was a natural break anyway as the first part of the panel was a hosted session and the next part is a questions from the audience.

So many memories and a couple of things I’d forgotten but been smiling for the last couple of hours as I watch, pause and pull the notes together. Definitely worth a revisit to remember falling in love with this show and these guys.

Here’s my notes so far which I’ll tidy up and reissue all in a single post when I’ve finished watching tomorrow (timings are based on the video link)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6YHq20XmNE

Placing under a cut as longish post:

Supernatural was named in the Top 5 of new series by Entertainment Weekly

Aww. Kim Manners ☹ Miss his influence so much on the later seasons

2:20: Jensen followed by Jared are announced to the panel. Jared arrives and doesn’t quite know where he’s supposed to go. Oh Jared.

Robert Singer looks so young! Wworking with J2 for so long has definitely aged him. 😊

3:35: Erik says as far as he’s aware, this panel is the first gathering of Supernatural fans

3:40: Erik tells the story of them filming in Stanley Park the night before the panel and they get a call about a man near their filming with a handgun, set gets shut down, J2 held away, police etc. called in and 2 hours later they find out it’s one of their own guys from Special Effects team.

They showed Scarecrow episode at the panel – great choice!

7:15: Jensen is reintroduced to the panel. The host can barely get through Jensen’s previous roles because of the fans. Jensen says something at 8.10 “Over to you, Jared.” I think, not 100% sure, but he definitely shouts something to Jared (who has still to be introduced).

8:11: Jared is reintroduced to the panel. The host is still having the same trouble getting through Jared’s roles as he did with Jensens. A guy shouts, “I love you.” Same random audience member, same

8:55: J2 slap hands as Jared sits down beside Jensen at the panel.

13:40: Erik’s been talking about the concept of the show and the care the brothers have for each other. Cut to Jared who is currently pouring Jensen some water. Aww

15:00: They auditioned “everyone in town” so J2 did really, really well getting these roles. They flew Jensen down from Vancouver and Jared’s complaining he had to drive. They thought they had found their Sam in Jensen.

15:45: Jensen and Jared trying to dodge the question by passing it to each other, Jared: What’s the exact question?

Immediately following this Jared’s talking about getting the role from his perspective and his little baby!Jared Texan accent is just…

17:05: Jared, talking about his mom being an English teacher who teaches mythology and legends: “…the taught teachings of Joseph Campbell” Jensen: “Didn’t rub off that she was an English teacher” Oh boys! Stop bullying Jared, he worked till 4.30am before flying down to the panel!

17:45: Jared’s still talking, Jensen starts snoring. I can’t… Jared shakes him to wake him up.

18:20: Jared and Kripke are trying to clarify something (who was in the room when Jared auditioned) but Singer is in the way and they keep going front and back trying to make eye contact

19:24: we get to what Jensen’s experience of the audition process was. Jensen: Pretty much the same. Jared (immediately): zzzzzzz (resting his head on Jensen’s shoulder). Jensen goes on to talk about liaising with Nutter who wanted to bring him in and reading the script (for Sam). Jensen reading the script: “What about Dean? I like Dean. He’s funny” He studied for Sam (and Dean a little bit just in case) and went into the audition, said he felt good about it and got a call later from Erik: “There’s this guy, Jared Pada, Pada Something… that they’re really liking for one of the brothers” So Jensen looks him up on line and he’s like…

Jared: He thought I was hot.

Jensen: This guy’s smoking hot, I can’t play his brother!

Jared throws his head back and does that clapping thing he does.

21:10: host is asking by the time they performed together, they actually had the parts? Jensen: No, we didn’t have it officially. Jared (a bit surprised): Didn’t we? (looks at Erik). Erik says they were the only actors they brought into the Network audition (as you have to have the formality of the network signing off).

Jared says auditioning for the network is usually a terrifying process in front of around 5 people with a few others auditioning but when they turned up, it was only the two of them. Jensen: Just you and me pal. And it was the first time they’d met.

22:00: Jensen: “...And we’ve hated each other ever since.” He reaches for his water, Jared: “I poisoned your water so…” Jensen looks at water and drinks anyway

22:15: Kim Manners gets asked how he became involved. Kim: “I read for Sam…” Miss this man so much!

23:00: Erik says he doesn’t know what they would do without Kim up there [Vancouver] Kim: I know what you’d do, you’d get another guy! Panel: There is no other guy. Not true... Jared: “There is no other guy… named Kim.” Kim looks like he’s scheduling Jared in for a 4am pick up on his next episode.

23:40: Jared and Jensen talk about Kim and when he directed for the first time – Dead In the Water – they’d asked who he was and all David Nutter told them was they would love Kim, which they did and they contacted everyone from Day 1 saying he was incredible. Jared’s memory during this is pretty amazing in terms of episodes and directors etc. All the love for Kim and completely deserved!

24:20: Jared gets so expressive he sends his mic flying. Is this the very first Jared v microphones?! I think it might just be. Jared: 0, Microphones: 1

Jensen offers his own mic then Jared asks Singer for his also then finishes speaking by just holding his own mic, saying they begged and pleaded them to give Kim a job. Jared: because he was hungry… and he kept trying to bite my arm… and I was really worried.”

24:45: They were asked what is so incredible about Kim. Jensen: “Jared and I…” Wait, I need a moment here. Jared and I… sobs. He says they just responded well to him and his style of directing.

25:15: Bugs is mentioned by Jensen, Kim puts imaginary gun to his mouth. He really hated that episode and pleaded with Kripke not to do it. Jensen goes on to tell the bees story, 65,000 bees in a room, crew with full gear on. “Okay Jensen and Jared, hop on in…” Jared: “And don’t swat them because it makes them angry!” Jensen credits Kim saying that if J2 didn’t have bee suits on then he wasn’t going to either.

I should point out that J2 are mirroring throughout this segment in terms of their body language.

26:45: John (Shiban I think) is talking about how he got involved and what drew him in, and he said 2 things: the premise, he can see 5 years of suffering for these guys. Jensen throws his head back dramatically. The second thing is casting and chemistry and chemistry is something you can’t manufacture and these guys have it… 27:20 Jared and Jensen look at each other hearing this and Jared leans in for a kiss. Jensen shakes his head and points to the audience. Jared: worth a try. Oh boys. Jared will go on to try (and fail) to get a public kiss several times and will eventually give up and admit he doesn’t kiss Jensen... in public.

27:35: Bob [Singer] is asked what about you? Bob: Can I just watch them? (indicating Jensen and Jared). Same Bob tbh

27:55: Bob has to stop talking because J2 are doing something and we can’t see what they are doing but everyone is laughing. Bob throws his hands up and says “This is what it’s like to direct them!” I think from memory, Jared might be pouring water for Jensen and he keeps pouring and overspills and Jensen stops him. I might need to check my DVD as I think it’s got a different angle than this youtube video that I’m using or possibly this point comes later in the video.

Bob’s is a very interesting segment where he talks about how he and Kripke complement one another and I think this helps understand why Drabbernatural has gone off the rails as Singer (character focused) needs someone like Kripke (plot focused) to balance him out (and vice versa tbh) whereas Drabb is too much like Singer and can’t keep a handle on the plot. Anyway, interesting to watch from perspective of 14 years later and the mess that Drabbernatural is in terms of plot. This segment ends at 31:00 where Bob and Erik hug – after complimenting each other.

33:09: Kripke and John are talking about mythology v MOTW and at this point Erik is saying they have a mythology plan for season 2 and season 3 (if they are picked up). Jared looks confused at Jensen and they both turn to John. Jensen: When do we get to see this?

34:35: Erik Kripke (when asked if he knows where the story ends): He does, but you don’t know if you’re going to get cancelled or go 37 years like Gunsmoke. Kim: The boys are in Walkers. Jensen (I think, old man voice): Sam!

Oh, how they would be shocked to learn they went for 15 seasons in total

It was a good watch, highly recommend, particularly if you’ve been flagging with Drabbernatural and all the negativity over the summer.

I’ll be back tomorrow with the rest of it.

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domesticblisss · 4 years ago

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By My Side | Pt.02

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Baby’) Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 2257 Warnings: Smut, angst and fluff. PiV, oral (female receiving) rough sex, relationship discussions, alcohol mention and language. Inspired by INXS’ song, By My Side. Pt.01

“Welcome to NXT, Thatcher.”

Timothy turns around and stops for a second, staring at her. Baby looks him in the eyes, not blinking once. Silence is shared between them for what feels like an eternity. Tim hugs her as tight as he can, knocking the wind out of her, but Baby doesn’t reciprocate, her arms limp by her side as Tim holds her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Tim breaths on her hair.

“Fucking liar.” she whispers back to him.

Tim releases the hold he had on her, but still keeps her close by keeping one hand on her shoulder. “Can we talk? I feel like we need to talk. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, I understand that you hate me, you have all the right to. But can we please talk? I’m staying at Junior’s, if you want to...”

“Fine. I’ll be there at 7.” and she leaves before hearing his answer.

Dakota and Rhea find her a few minutes later on the locker room, crying.

“Baby, what happened? You were talking to Thatcher and vanished from the gym. Did he do anything to you?” Kai says as she wipes her friends face clean.

“Do you want me to beat him up? You know I’d anything for you...” Rhea offers her.

“God, Rhea. No! But thank you. I don’t think I ever told you guys about this part of my time in Germany, yeah?” she tells them everything. About how they met, them touring together, all the happy moments and their downfall.

“We never fought, not once. Whenever something the other did bothered us we would just sit and talk. He always told me how great I was, how I was one of the best professionals he had ever seen. We talked about our dreams. I still can’t understand why he didn’t believe I couldn’t get here.” her voice breaks at the end and Baby starts crying again. Rhea hugs her, dries her cheeks once again, while saying “First of all, you need to stop crying, he doesn’t deserve it. Second, you guys really need to talk.”

“You do, babes.” Kota intervenes, “You guys need to have some closure to it. You left without even officially ending your relationship.”

“I know. He asked me to meet him tonight. I agreed to it. I don’t know why I got so shaken up after seeing him. I thought I had gotten over it, you know?” Baby sighs.

“Look, it’s normal. Just go, talk to him. If anything, call us and we break his nose again for you, yeah? Ripley offers.

“Okay, I love you guys.”

The day goes by way too quickly and when she realises, it’s almost 7. Sometimes, it’s a good thing that her and Junior live on the same Condo, being so close to each other really makes things easier when they want to do something together. Right now she is regretting that nearness. She wishes she had some little time to give herself a little pep talk before seeing Tim again.

She arrives just as Marcel leaves his apartment with Fabian. Both of them hug her and tell her to call if she needs anything as Tim waits by the door.

“Hello again, Timothy” she says, entering the apartment.

“Timothy. Wow.”

“Can’t call you chocolate eyes like I used to, can I?”

“Well, technically you can, my eyes hadn’t — “

“No technicalities here, Timothy. Let’s get this over with, please.”

“Right, I’m sorry. Please sit.” he begins. “Do you want something? Water? Beer? Also, I ordered take out from that Lebanese place Junior said you like so much.”

“Tim...” she sighs, exhausted. “I’m not hungry or thirsty. Can we please get over with it?” Noticing how harsh she was and the sad look on his face, she continues “Fuck, I’m sorry. I appreciate your efforts but I really can’t do this. Not right now, I can’t pretend everything is fine and dandy and eat and drink like nothing happened.”

“No you’re right. I just... I really need to apologise to you. I was so frustrated that everyone I knew was getting what they wanted and I kept stuck in one place. It felt like I was getting on a dead end road. I panicked when I noticed you were leaving, I felt like I was losing the one good constant thing in my life, the most important thing in my life. And I fucking did because of how much of a prick I was to you. I am so, so sorry for that. I won’t ask you for your forgiveness, it would be nice, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“We could’ve worked out the whole ‘long distance’ thing you know... anyway Tim, you fucking broke me. I don’t think I ever loved anything, anyone more in my life than I loved you. I thought we were going to be together forever, you know? I couldn’t imagine my life without you... and you just insulted me, insulted the only thing I was proud of, the only thing I’ve ever felt I was good at when my dream was becoming a reality. The truth is I’ve already forgiven you. I did it as soon as I calmed myself down because I knew how much in distress you were. But you’ve broken me and I don’t feel like things can come back to how they were. I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can in the PC, I would appreciate if you did the same. I really don’t think we have anything else to say to each other, so goodbye.” She kisses his cheek and leaves before he can say anything else.

It has been months since they talked and Baby was able to stay away from Tim. She made sure to workout whenever he wasn’t at the Performance Centre. Whenever they had classes together, they would stand on the opposite sides of the room, far from each other. She never looked at him, but could feel his eyes staring at her. She was also very thankful to whatever high power that exists that they never got paired together. She had finally moved on.

Whenever she wanted to see Marcel or Fabian, they would either go to her place or the three of them would meet at a bar. For some reason, today’s bar date felt like a deja vu. They were on a booth, her with her back to the bar’s entrance, nursing a beer while Junior and Fabian took shots. The boys were in front of her, laughing when she felt her anxiety creep in. A few moments later, a presence is felt and Tim stands there, in all his 6ft3 glory.

“Good evening, guys.” Tim says to everyone, but his eyes never leave hers. Baby answers him back, while scooting a little far into the booth so Tim can sit by her side.

They never directly talk to each, their interactions only happening when Marcel and Fabian say something that requires an answer from the both of them.

She can feel Tim is nervous, his leg bouncing like crazy by her side, the fabric of his shorts rubbing on the skin her skirt didn’t cover. Baby has lost count on how many times she has held herself back from putting her hands on his knee to rub her thumb on it, like she always did when he was nervous.

The night went on like this. Soon enough, Junior and Fabian were shit faced, making Tim and Baby take them home together.

They arrive at the boys place, the both of them taking their designated drunk to their respective room and meeting back again on the living room. Tim speaks first before she tries to leave.

“Does this feels like deja vu to you too?

“God it does! Except it was Mack instead of Fabian last time.” she laughs softly back at him.

“I guess the next thing should be me raiding his fridge for a beer, right?” he asks reluctantly, afraid of her answer.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you on the balcony.”

Tim is back a few moments later, “I don’t know where Junior finds all this european stuff.”

“Oh, there’s a store nearby that sells foods and drinks from around the world. The day we first went there he was so excited I thought he was gonna pass out.”

“That does sounds like him. Look, I didn’t know you would be at the bar tonight, if I did, I wouldn’t have gone, as much as I want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it was Axel’s fault. But yeah, I wanted to see you too.” She tells him, a bit ashamed and they both smile at each other. They share a few moments of silence together, just appreciating their beers and the light breeze they were getting tonight.

She’s moves around on the balcony to stand somewhat in front of him, and is the one to break the silence. “The PC is doing great things to you. Your ‘Thatch-as-Thatch Can’ segments are incredible. You’re better at talking, more confident, it really suits you.”

“Thanks. I saw you’re doing moonsaults now. I remember you always wanting to do it but afraid of. They look great. Everything you do is impeccable. I always knew you would be able to.”

They stare at each other in silence for what feels like ages, the breeze picks up again, making her hair fall to her face. Tim brushes the hair out of her face, glides his thumb across her right cheek and then her lips. On impulse, Baby grabs his t-shirt and crashes their lips together. When Tim feels her letting go, he holds her close, trapping her in his arms and deepening the kiss.

It’s a raw, desperate kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. She moans when he lets go of her lips, leaving a wet trail of rough kisses from her face to the sweet spot on her neck, giving little bites to the space behind her ears.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Timmo.” She says, rubbing her core on his hardening length.

“Me too, doll. C’mon, let’s go to the bedroom”.

They are attached to each other, stumbling on furniture, knocking down the living room lamp. When they get to Tim’s bedroom, they don’t bother on wasting time to take their clothes off. Tim pulls his shorts down and snakes Baby’s legs around his waist, lifts her skirt up enough to easily shove her lacy panties aside and fuck her against the wall.

It’s angry and rough, the result of one year worth of pent up rage and regret. They don’t care about the noises they’re making, fuck the neighbours, fuck Marcel, fuck Fabian, they are in their own little world now. Tim pulls the straps of her bra down, enough to attach his lips to her left nipple.

“Tim, babe, please don’t stop, I’m almost there. FUCK!”

He goes in harder, rougher and in no time she comes, flooding their clothes with her juices. Tim only stops when he feels her spasming against him, letting her gain some strength back. They move to his bed, taking the rest of their clothes off and Tim on her again, kissing her heat, sucking on her clit while he fingers her, mercilessly. It’s not long before she comes again, stronger than before, while gripping her hand on his hair, tears involuntarily streaming down her face.

He comes up to her lips, lays his body on top her and kisses her sweetly. “I’m sorry, doll. Was I too rough on you?” She lazily nods her head, silly smile on her face, still speechless.

Meanwhile, she strokes his still hard cock, lining it on her entrance, Tim asks if she still can take it, she only nods and lets out a soft “Mhmm”.

This time, Tim is gentle, rocking his body in an almost teasing motion, all while kissing her, telling her how much he missed her. They come together a few moments later.

Tim tumbles to his side of the bed, bringing Baby to lay her head on his chest, both of them coming out of their highs, just cherishing this moment together.

“I love you.” Baby finally breaks the silence. “I love you so much it hurts. I’m sorry I’ve been such a stubborn idiot.”

“Doll, you have all the right to be stubborn, I was a prick to you. And yes, I love you too. I love you more than anything, you still are the most important thing in my life.”

“So… do you want to try this again?” Baby offers.

“More than anything.”

Baby wakes up around 07am, their limbs tangled together. She tries to get up without waking Tim up, failing. He holds her hand and asks where she’s going, “Breakfast”, she answers sleepily.

“Your famous eggs and bacon?”

“If Marcel has any on his fridge, yeah.”

“Yes!!!” she laughs at his attitude and goes to the kitchen.

A few moments later Marcel appears in the kitchen, stops in his tracks and asks “What are you doing here? Did you fuck Fabian???”

“She didn’t fuck Fabian, dipshit.” Tim says as he walks past the german, who has a confused look on his face. He eyes Tim’s back, all red from the scratches she left behind last night, and it comes to him.

“What do y – oh my god, yes! FINALLY!”

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fatuismooches · 11 months ago

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Reader is always sitting on dottore’s lap.. but what if dottore say on readers lap instead?I love the idea of reader holding one of the segments while they work just sitting on their lap <3 They will get antsy and flustered but you can easily fix that with a peck!! 😌

Something about being close and up and personal with dotty makes me feel so fuzzy and warm! I want to cup his face, kiss him all over, tell him I love him again and again!!! I just really really love the closeness for dottore :(

This goes for the segments as well because they deserve all the love too. Especially webttore!! Give that man a hug during one of his passion rants, no questions asked just do it.

And when I think of akademiya zandik & reader, I think of so much BECAUSE THAT WAS THE HONEYMOON PHASE!!!!! Just two dorks being in love and defending each other and trusting one another. Imagine reader with zandik after he tells them a bit of his past, his childhood, (A bit OOC but perhaps that could be the first instance where reader sees zandik cry for the first time..?) with reader reassuring him whilst embracing him.

I’d love to come back here and talk more!! Can I please become 🎨 anon? I do have troubles with speaking so I am sorry if this is a bit wonky. :1

There are certain words that you simply do not refer to Il Dottore as. Cute and submissive are two of these words, but you? You use them anyway. Because they are cute and submissive when they're all comfortable (although terribly embarrassed and defensive) in your lap. In the beginning, when you suggest the idea, Dottore and the other segments laugh at you because they think it's an amusing joke but, nope, you're 100% serious. It takes... a lot of perseverance and bothering and begging and pleading but!! Soon you'll have the segments fighting over who gets to sit in your lap, because well... it's comfy and soft and they get to be held by you for hours on end as they do their work... (Prime and Omega are obviously the last to give in, their egos are not handling this embarrassing treatment.) You always wrap your arm around him and ask him about his work! Giving him kisses when he starts to get irritated and working your hands into his shoulders and back... :( You're good at repelling the oncoming stress and headaches in this position.

Webttore's ego literally blows up whenever you show such blatant affection and interest in his rants, like yes please keep indulging because he WON'T stop as long as you keep doing it. You could be on the verge of falling asleep and all you hear is him continuing to tell his stories in the background. He wouldn't even notice at first because he gets very into his storytelling as to how he casually demolished a few dozen camps of enemies but then he realizes you aren't commenting anymore... oh you fell asleep :( all of this was probably too much for you to handle all at once...

HONEYMOON PHASE AKADEMIYA ZANDIK AND YOU... :( ugh you're so right 🎨 anon. That was when times were so much simpler... sure school is a pain but!! It was fun. It was when you two found love. Finding comfort, finding each other. It was when you two could simply be Zandik and [Name], no other titles getting in the way.

Zandik despised opening up about himself, much less his past so, he'd only tell you after like many years, and even then he kept it brief and acted like he didn't care and it didn't affect him, because he didn't want to be pitied, he doesn't want your comfort. And so you don't push the topic, but you know he was hurt by it, hurt by being called a monster since birth, being run out by the people who were supposed to be family. So when he does end up crying about it, you don't say a word, you just hold him even as he tries to cover it up, even as he curses you for being like this, because you love him.

#smooches talks #🎨 anon #dottore love notes <3 #THIS WASN'T WONKY AT ALL. I LOVED IT SM!!#put il dottore on your lap right now!! this instant!!#he becomes putty in ur arms its actually so embarrassing for him babygirl behavior tbh #you are so real for this 🎨 anon. being up and close and personal with dottore is so cute. he deserves all the kisses #i am like very tiny so this probably wouldnt work well for my 4'9 ass but yk i can dream. 😭

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beca-mitchell · 4 years ago

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brain is in the back seat (heart's in drive) (1/1)

Summary: Life has a way of not working out like the movies. Not like Beca likes movies anyway. Beca and Chloe’s first kiss.

Word count: 4,125 words.

Fic title from the song "the movies" by Nightly. Part of the daylight au. As always, many thanks to @asimplefavors for letting me cry at you re: this fic which I’ve been sitting on forever. I’m just glad it’s done.

Read below or on AO3.

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LOCATION: Brookline, MA MONTH: March AGE: 15/16

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Beca hates movies, so it makes sense that she’s kind of getting the feeling that her life is turning out like one.

After the Winter Formal, Beca kind of just wants things to go back to normal, not that she really has a baseline for that anymore.

It also doesn’t really help that she has to endure Valentine’s Day amidst all her peers. If there’s something people never really grow out of, it’s the excessive gift giving and over-emphasis on the quantity of candy grams received in one’s locker on that specific day.

...And it further didn’t help that Beca had quickly shoved the Valentine’s card she had been planning to give to Chloe into her own locker upon seeing Tom walk down the fall with his arm snugly around Chloe’s shoulder, a small bouquet of roses pressed into her arms. Beca had thought it inappropriate at the time—figured Chloe didn’t need extra Valentines when she was so obviously taken...even though it had been their tradition for years.

And of course, the fact that Chloe hadn’t given her a valentine either. That was telling enough. Not that Beca gave her much reason to, with how much avoiding she had been doing since January.

That February break that follows immediately after is one of the most relaxing breaks Beca has ever experienced. She spends most of it sparsely replying to texts from Chloe and begrudgingly visiting her father and his family for the short break.

It’s the time apart (again) that really only cements that the nauseating feeling in her stomach is because she’s not getting over her feelings for one Chloe Beale anytime soon.

The more selfish part of her—the part entirely consuming her heart—doesn’t really want to give up on her feelings, but the rational part—somewhere between her heart and her head—knows that she’s just setting herself up for more heartbreak, if the Instagram updates from Chloe and Tom are any indication. It’s horrible, really because they’re not even together in person. Beca knows this solely because she knows Chloe’s family takes a trip to Stowe every February break for a ski trip.

It’s like the social media back and forth is just designed to hurt her. The little comments they leave on each other’s photos. The hearts. The inside-joke emojis.

She knows rationally that her thoughts are spiralling and it’s entirely untrue that Chloe would ever want to hurt her purposefully. It’s just that, well, Beca wouldn’t blame her. She knows that her avoidance of Chloe over the past few weeks has been more than obvious and less than desirable.

So when Beca sits down with her father and his new family, the sensation of being replaced never really gets old even if she knows that she has no real right to feel that way. But it’s hard, looking around her and feeling so out of place, and then knowing that when she returns home, the one person who she had always considered the literal embodiment of home is also starting a new segment of her life in which Beca has no real place.

And even sitting in her father’s home in New Haven, she imagines what it would be like to blurt out that she’s in love with her best friend—a girl—simply to see the disdain cross his face like a shadow. It would be enough to make her forget about her current plight. Plus, she’s just so tired of feeling like shit all the time.

She sees it, in all honesty. Like her mind has two screens, she sees the mildly foggy memory of her father saying something disparaging against homosexuality on one screen while the other gleefully rolls imagined footage of Beca sweeping his pretentious dishes off his dining table and declaring her love for her best friend, the very girl she grew up next two for the past eleven years.

Still, as appealing as that sounds and looks, she bites her tongue and listens to her father spout off something about psychology or some other academic topic that Beca has zero interest in. She would normally be texting Chloe, but she just can’t bring herself to pick up the phone.

Chloe doesn’t text her either.

It all sucks.

February break sucks.

She sucks.

Her thoughts follow her all the way back home to the desolate wasteland she calls home (classic Boston-in-February weather) where her mother (shockingly) greets her with a hug and the promise of a sit-down meal. The thought warms her for a moment before Beca remembers that her mom probably just feels guilty without really wanting to do anything. Not even apologize for being absent. Emotionally distant. Neglectful. Beca’s sure the list could go on.

As she sits at the dinner table thinking about a myriad of things floating around her mind in an attempt to distract herself including the dreaded first day back at school, the assignments she should probably work on, seeing Chloe again—

Her fingers twitch towards her phone on instinct.

She draws back with a flinch, resisting the urge to mindlessly text Chloe even though it’s what she wants most in the world at the moment. Quickly, she spares a glance at her mother who hasn’t looked up from her own plate.

With a sigh, Beca furrows her brow and returns to staring sullenly at the table until it is an appropriate enough time to retreat to her room.

The next day passes without incident. Beca decides to walk to school early instead of catching a ride from Chloe’s brother like she normally would. She’s not sure what the point is. Chloe will just figure out a way to corner her later regardless.

Even with that in mind, Beca isn’t expecting to see Chloe sitting on her bed when she opens her bedroom door. In fact, she’s kind of expecting her room to be exactly as she left it that morning before heading out for school—empty, her bed unmade, and cold.

But now—

“What are you doing here?” Beca asks, harsher than she intends. She swallows, willing herself to reign in her emotions as best as she can.

“Your mom let me in,” Chloe says softly. Her palms glide briefly over Beca’s bedspread before she’s pushing herself off the bed and moving awkwardly to the middle of Beca’s bedroom. “I…hope that’s okay?” she asks hesitantly, like she is no longer sure of her place in Beca’s house; in Beca’s life.

Beca steadies her grip on her backpack for a moment before dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. “It’s fine,” she says finally, trying to ignore the way her heart pulls and tugs at the mere sight of Chloe—Chloe, out of her school clothes and wearing comfortable loungewear. Chloe, with her hair down instead of up in a ponytail. Chloe, whose lips are slowly spreading into a hesitant smile. “I just…” Beca blinks, turning to walk to her desk quickly to be safe. Distant. “Why are you here?” she asks again, softer.

“I…” Chloe takes a deep breath, but she thankfully does not seem to move closer to Beca in any capacity. “Are you mad at me?” Chloe asks with a delicate softness that only makes Beca’s heart ache more.

In her mind’s eye, she plays out the variety of expressions Chloe could possibly be wearing. An expression designed to elicit the highest amount of sympathy in a willing audience. Outwardly, Beca stares hard at the notebook on her desk, reaching out to run her finger along the spiral. “No,” she murmurs. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Did I…” Chloe sighs, like she can’t quite bear to finish that question. But Chloe, as resilient as ever, pushes through, though she doesn’t finish the question. “Beca, please just look at me.”

Beca bites her lip but she complies nonetheless, taking her time to drag her eyes up to Chloe’s face.

She hates that she immediately wants to break into a smile upon simply seeing Chloe’s face—a natural by-product of the happiness she usually feels upon seeing her best friend’s face, though her more recent emotions have obviously been veering towards the romantic.

But more than all of that—more than the positive emotions—she hates the hurt she sees there, especially knowing that she had actively contributed in some way.

“Did I do something?” Chloe asks rather quickly. Nervously. Her hands come up to grip her own arms, hugging herself. “Did I do something to you to make you…”

“To make me what?”

“Like this,” Chloe says quickly. “Like you can’t stand being around me.”

It’s not you, Beca thinks. It’s me and I’m so sorry. “It’s…nothing,” Beca says evasively. “I…” Her eyes narrow as her brain catches up with the rest of her emotions. She fully processes that Chloe is in her room. After school. On a nice evening. “Didn’t you have plans today? With Tom?”

A blush rises on Chloe’s cheek at the mere mention of his name, as usual. And as usual, Beca finds herself reacting viscerally with something akin to nausea. “I cancelled,” Chloe admits. “I wanted to see you. It’s been a while since—”

“—Well, you’ve seen me.” Beca tries not to let some of the acidity seep into her tone because Chloe doesn’t deserve it, but it does anyway. Too late. Beca sighs. “I have homework to do.”

Chloe brightens. “Great! So do I. We can do it together.”

Chloe’s chipper tone, while normally something that Beca finds charming and attractive, grates on her nerves today. Beca glances at Chloe out of the corner of her eye. It’s then that she notices Chloe’s full backpack resting on the floor by her feet. “Don’t you have to do it with Tom? Like you guys normally do? He made that pretty clear.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Chloe says in a tone that Beca can’t identify. She doesn’t know if she has the energy to identify anything at this point.

Beca grits her teeth. “I still think you should go.”

“Why?” Chloe challenges. When Beca doesn’t respond, Chloe continues, this time with an angry tone. “Do you know how worried I am about you? What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me? Is it Tom? Did he say something to you?” The way Chloe says his name then is so distinct that it makes Beca’s ears perk up. It reminds Beca of so long ago—of Chloe immediately demanding the names of people who had hurt Beca’s feelings.

Her own knight in shining armor.

Beca exhales noisily and finally meets Chloe’s eyes head-on. “Chloe, no. We’re not doing this right now.”

Blue eyes flash like lightning. “Oh, well at least you’re looking at me now.”

“Chloe,” Beca says, exasperated at the bitterness in Chloe’s tone. It is absolutely well-deserved, but the sting makes Beca’s hackles rise nonetheless. “Come on.”

“No, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s been going on with you.” Chloe literally stomps her foot on the ground. “I swear it, Beca Mitchell.”

Chloe kind of looks like she might stomp her foot again. Instead, she crosses her arms and stares at Beca defiantly.

It’s like the dam breaks all at once. Beca bursts out laughing at both the sight and the sound. “Did you just—? A foot stomp? Really?”

Chloe freezes, like she isn’t quite sure what’s going on. “Oh, I…” The mild confusion in her eyes causes Beca to smile again, unable to hide her own adoration for her best friend even if she tried.

(Which she has been. Trying, at least.)

For a moment, it is finally silent in Beca’s room. Chloe’s stance softens and she is suddenly staring at Beca with a different kind of expression on her face. “What?” Beca asks, not realizing that she has the tiniest smile on her face still.

“There you are,” Chloe says affectionately. “My favorite smile.”

Beca blinks, feeling the sudden urge to cry. All kinds of emotion well up inside her, each warring for some kind of dominance; each warring for attention. Beca feels like Chloe is really looking at her for the first time in a while.

It also occurs to Beca that they’re finally alone and Beca has no idea what to do.

“Stop,” Beca says quickly. She averts her gaze. “Stop doing that.”

Chloe’s confusion is immediately visible. New tension grows palpable between them. “Stop doing what?”

“Stop…” Beca gestures wildly. “Doing those things. Saying those things that make me…” she trails off, licking her lips. The air feels thick. Difficult to breathe. “Stop,” she whispers.

Her heart races uncomfortably, like what Beca imagines a heart attack to feel like. Or if she’s being less dramatic, what she imagines a panic attack to be.

“Beca,” Chloe murmurs. “You can talk to me. Please, you’re scaring me.” She steps closer, right in front of Beca. Beca sees Chloe’s annoyingly cute socks in her line of vision and slowly lifts her head. “Hi,” Chloe says softly upon catching Beca’s eyes with her own. “Beca,” she starts. “It’s okay.”

Is it? Beca thinks. Will it ever be?

It’s then that Beca realizes how close they’re standing. How nice Chloe smells. How much softer her sweater looks up close. The very light freckles on Chloe’s face, now faded compared to how prominent they had seemed during the summer months.

I love you so much, Beca thinks, her traitorous mind breaking down every last confine as usual. I don’t know what that means, but I know that it’s true.

Beca isn’t sure what comes over her then.

(She kind of knows, but still. It’s easier being ignorant to her thought processes.)

In reality, it feels like the oddest fog passing over her brain while her heart beats with startling clarity. Her fingers graze Chloe’s cheek before she realizes what is happening and her lips meet Chloe’s with force that surprises both of them. Beca feels the tension leave her body immediately replaced by the most peculiar warmth—a warmth that fills her chest unexpectedly and so wholly that her body all but sags into Chloe’s.

To her surprise, just as she is about to pull back, Chloe’s hand comes up to cup the back of her head while the other hand curls around her hip with, Beca realizes with a jolt of fire to her chest, stark possessiveness and protectiveness. For a few blissful moments, Chloe’s lips move in tandem with her own, as soft as Beca always imagined. The initial shock of experiencing her first kiss wears off, but…

Chloe is kissing her back. Chloe is kissing her and Chloe is not moving away except—

She does.

Chloe finally moves back, their lips separating with suddenness and abruptness that leaves Beca reeling.

“Oh my God,” Beca says immediately. Her throat feels tight and her voice is high and rough with the fear that courses through her body. “God, Chloe, I—”

“You just kissed me,” Chloe interrupts. Her voice trembles even as she continues. “You kissed me, Beca.”

There is something more than accusation in her tone. There is a hint of desperation that Beca recognizes all too well and further, something almost foreign in terms of their interactions with each other. Chloe has never sounded unsure or insecure when talking to Beca. The fact that she did just then breaks Beca’s heart a little bit.

“I’m…” Beca swallows. Pushes down the emotion threatening to spill over. She isn’t even sure what there is to really say. All she can think about is how Chloe pulled away first—essentially pushed her away. It stings more than Beca had anticipated even though it had been what she entirely expected. “I know. Chloe, please, just listen."

“I’m dating Tom,” Chloe responds immediately. “I’m dating Tom and I can’t…you can’t just spring this on me and just…” Chloe’s eyes well up with tears and Beca feels her own eyes sting at the sight. “I can’t cheat on him.”

“We didn’t,” Beca says quickly. Desperately. “Chloe, please, can we just…” Beca feels the last false shred of happiness finally crumble away as she sees the despair in Chloe’s eyes.

She doesn’t feel the same way.

She never did.

She was just caught up in the moment.

“I don’t know what I expected,” Beca says in a small voice. “Fuck,” she murmurs, running her hands through her hair. “I’m sorry.”

She feels so fucking embarrassed.

Chloe hesitates. “Beca, wait.”

“No, you should just go. You should go and just.” Beca turns back to her desk and grips the edge of her chair tightly. “Just go do your dumb homework and go be with your boyfriend. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I just need time—”

“Chloe, now.”

The way Beca’s voice rings around her bedroom weighs heavier than the silence that follows. She thinks she hears Chloe sniffle once, but she can’t bear to look. She can’t bear to see Chloe’s expression and even more viscerally, the metaphorical imagery of Chloe finally crushing the last pieces of her already-shattered part as she leaves Beca’s bedroom.

The door clicks quietly, but the sound still makes Beca jump. Unfortunately, not like a movie, these end credits close out with nothing more than a whimper from her own mouth.

She finally allows herself to crumble, finally unable to outrun the magnitude of her emotions.

Not like running had worked very well before.

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Chloe I shouldn’t have left, i’m sorry

That’s the text message Beca receives the next morning.

Beca I wanted you to go

It’s one of the few lies Beca has ever told Chloe over the span of their eleven-year friendship.

Beca I’m sorry too

She bites her lip at the added-on text, sending it on impulse because she doesn’t want Chloe to be upset with her. Whether she’s apologizing for the kiss, for her feelings, or for chasing Chloe out of her bedroom, she’s not sure at this point.

It doesn’t matter, however. Chloe doesn’t reply; doesn’t even call her out on it.

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Beca goes a few days with some relative quiet in her life. She drags herself around aimlessly doing her best not to be too rocked with guilt and discord as her mind traitorously replays the kiss at unfortunate moments.

“Beca, wait!”

Beca does her best to steady herself and she takes a breath. It does feel like self-sabotage, knowing that Chloe is equally likely to spend time at this specific spot—their spot—so Beca supposes a part of her wanted so badly to just see Chloe’s face again. Just to see if Chloe would be disgusted or upset with her.

All she sees is desperation written across Chloe’s face. The same desperation that had been on Chloe’s face just a few days ago in her bedroom. Since then, Beca had been avoiding her as best as possible, weaving around people whenever the opportunity presented itself (which was often, due to Beca’s smaller stature).

Beca had never been so grateful for crowded high school hallways. Blending in and being nearly invisible never felt so good.

“We need to talk,” Chloe says quietly. “You know we do.”

“There’s…” Beca presses her fingers tightly into the metal bar in front of her, unable to look at Chloe directly. She should have expected Chloe to come here. Self-sabotage, she supposes. “Nothing to talk about.”

“That’s crap and you know it.”

Beca refuses to acknowledge that. “I can’t right now, Chlo.”

“Please,” Chloe says, a bit closer than before. “You…” Chloe sighs. “You can’t just kiss me like that and—and—” Biting frustration seeps into her tone. “I shouldn’t have left you alone like that,” Chloe whispers after a moment of silence. “But there’s no way you can just expect me to ignore what happened between us.”

Beca takes a brief moment to marvel over how Chloe somehow manages to be good with words. Or at least that she manages to get words out at all. It’s something Beca envies.

“I’m trying so hard to understand, Beca,” Chloe murmurs, taking a step closer.

Beca continues to focus on anything but Chloe. “There’s nothing to understand. I made a mistake. You can forget about it.”

The air seems to still around them. Beca can hear the shouts of their peers, sharp and crisp in the brisk, chilly air.

Finally, Chloe responds, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want to forget about it, Beca.”

That makes Beca look at Chloe. She twists so sharply and quickly that she think something cracks in her neck, but she brushes off the brief twinge that runs through her body. “Why?” she asks, hating how weak her voice sounds. “You should, it’s for the be—”

“I don’t want to forget about it,” Chloe repeats, firmer than before.

“Why?” Beca asks quickly as curiosity and hope win out.

Chloe says nothing, simply watching Beca with a near-inscrutable expression. Finally, she sucks in a breath. “Why did you kiss me?” she asks, in lieu of responding, like it’s all the response Beca needs. The challenge in Chloe’s voice is familiar. It makes Beca’s heart race. She resists the urge to reach out and grasp onto Chloe’s forearms or shoulders to steady herself. Instead, Beca forces herself to keep her eyes on Chloe steadily.

In that moment, Beca just wants Chloe to steal the words right from her mind. She wants Chloe to speak so she doesn’t have to—Chloe has to know at this point. She has to know, there’s no real reason for her not to know. It becomes evident that Chloe isn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. Beca sighs. “You know why,” she finally murmurs. “You know,” she presses.

Chloe’s eyes flash with emotion—finally something akin to the familiar passion that Beca has come to know over the years. It sends Beca’s heart into a tangle of emotions as she attempts to steady her own breathing. She could go on. She could keep talking. She feels the urge—she recognizes it in its rarity—course through her with startling sincerity. You know why, her own words echo back at her. Tell her, she begs herself. Please.

I like you.

I’m in love with you.

I love you.

“Then you know why, too,” Chloe finally says after a long silence.

Beca’s eyes must do something—she feels some muscle in her face twitch—because Chloe takes an immediate step back after the words leave her mouth.

“Chloe,” Beca breathes, like it’s the first breath of pure air she has taken in and expelled in a long time. Tom, Beca thinks frantically. But Tom is—it can’t be—

“I—I should go. But—um.” Chloe shifts, drawing her lower lip between her teeth as she assesses Beca once more. Beca doesn’t dare breathe, wondering if Chloe is going to kiss her—whether Chloe will kiss her first this time. Or if Chloe will hug her. Or if Chloe will say more. She longs to ask more questions, say more words, but she’s too afraid of the thick air between them suddenly.

Chloe finally takes a breath; she finally takes a step back and lifts her hand in a half wave, like she realizes she needs to leave. “I have to go,” she repeats. “But I...Beca,” Chloe murmurs. She lifts her hands together, like she might take the necessary steps to close the distance between them, but she casts Beca a sad expression, clenching her hands into fists and drawing them close to her chest. It is so vulnerable and unexpected for Chloe that Beca has no idea what words could possibly come out of her mouth then. “Don’t give up on me.”

That alone steals Beca’s breath from her once more. She can do nothing more than nod, because how can she even fathom the thought. It had been nice to indulge in the possibility of not loving Chloe Beale—not being with her, even as friends—but this reality, however half-formed is more than Beca could have ever dreamed of.

With that, Chloe finally twists and darts away from under the bleachers. Beca watches her go with bated breath, and when she finally exhales, she watches the way the air condenses in front of her, like a flurry of thoughts and emotions finally making themselves known in Chloe’s wake.

She breathes, allowing herself to think of their shared kiss in Beca’s bedroom just days ago. Maybe even a week now.

“I won’t,” she replies, speaking to nobody except the ghostly presence of the memories past, present, and future.

And she finally feels like the future—whatever sequels may follow—might not look so bleak.

fin.

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askforimagineoroneshot · 5 years ago

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Pick your team (Jeff Hardy x Reader)

wwelover0789nathalia: Hi, since I saw you do WWE imagines I have a request for you to do! I was hoping for you to do Jeff Hardy x Reader. When the reader is wrestler as well. She had some connections to the SHIELD boys but is friends with the Hardy boyz. She use to have a thing with Jeff but they went separate ways with nothing bad happening. She just needed time for her mental health. Now there is a tag team match - mixed - two women and three men. What no one knows is that they will choose they team when they get to ring. Like we have a SHIELD, Hardy boyz and maybe Sheamus and people coming in the match don't know who they are with and they get surprise that they have to choose for themselves. Maybe something like pick a shirt from Rene or something? Thank you very much!

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Reader's point of view

After some time away from all of this I have to say I missed it. I missed all of the chaos from backstage and the people running around. I am so lucky to be able to return to my family. Even when it is doing to be hard and not just for me but also for people I call my family.

When I left this place I did it because of me. I had mental health issues that I needed to take care of. I left everything behind. My job, my friends, ma family. I even left town for almost a year. And it had helped me. I am much better now. With me leaving there are changes that comes with life. I left love of my life behind. I left Jeff. Even that he understood why and respected that, he even encourage me to do it. He knew I needed it. But I still feel like I broke his heart. I know he was hiding it, and he did that so well. I know him better. And with his heart mine broke too. A big piece of it stayed here.

Knowing that no one knows that I am back except for Hunter that helped me return here to Wrestlemania makes me so petrified. Hunter did a lot more for me as well. He came up with this idea that there will be a huge match - a mix tag team with five people in each team. I am not sure what it will be but nobody actually knows what he wants to do. I am told to be ready at the time in the arena. And that is what I am going to do.

I am nerves because I know my family will be in the ring with me. My Hardy boyz will be there without knowing I will be there. Will Jeff be angry with me. That I didn't tell him I am back and that I am going back to work. Did he move on from me. Should I be surprise about it? I think no. I am the one that left. He deserves someone who can be there for him just like he was there for me. Someone strong. Maybe it would be better that way. I want him to be happy.

I am just second guessing everything I did in my life and everything I am about to do now. That is just something I do when I am alone in the room for to long.

I am in a dressing room now. This room doesn't belong to anyone. The hole idea that Hunter presented to me is that I am one of the big surprises for the evening. I will be in a one of the teams. In which one I have no idea. I know that it will be my boyz and SHIELD and the Celtic warriors but that is all I know about this evening.

I am not sure how will people react to seeing me. The fans will they be happy. Do they even remember me? And what about the boys? How angry will Jeff be? I know nothing will happen in the ring since fans don't know we were in relationship but still. Also Seth and his team? Back in a day I use to have a connections with them. The storylines and everything. I was the one that thought them that family means that you don't turn your back to them no matter how many times they turn their back to you. I put the team of SHIELD boys back together after Seth did what he did.

Who will I be with? How will this go down?

“We are ready to go.” a woman came to the room. “The match will start in five minutes.”

“Thank you.” I guess I will know sooner than I thought.

I go through the halls behind her. It still looks the same. No matter how long you are gone this place has a spirit. That's why people love this place so much. And why so many people wants to work here.

As we walk I see some of the divas watching me. I know that they are talking about me being here again. I am not surprised. When we get to the gorila I see Stephanie watching TV screen.

“Hi.” I tell her so she knows I am here and ready.

“Hi sweetie. Just a moment and the show will start for you.” she looks at me with a smile on her face. “Hunter will just start the segment.”

I stand next to her after I nod to agrement. I want to know what is happening and how will Hunter work this out.

“You wanted a chance to win a tag team championship and so I will give it to you Sheamus!” I watch Hunter play his role that he had written for himself. “But I want something from it too. Since fans are a little tired from the same people crying at the same stone so I dicated to play a little game with you all.”

The boys around him looked surprised. Fan would say it is a role they play but I can see on them they really didn't know about any of this. It had happen before to be honest.

“You can fight for the tag team championship but in teams like this. It is time to give other people chance to.” he continued. “Only question is will they chose you as their team?” with that he drops the mic and walks up the ramp.

“What does that mean?” I aks without turning away from the TV but Steph knows I am asking her.

“Well,” she puts her hand on my arm and looks at Becky that was standing behind us. I didn't even knew she was there. “Let's go.” she tells her and I can hear her music play. My eyes turn back at the monitor. When Becky gets to the ring and picks the mic that Hunter left there.

“Since I am the only one that knows what is going on let me start.” she smiles and the crowd love her. “It's time for a mixed tag team five people per team match.” she chers and crowd loves it. They want to see this so bad.

“And since there is not that many people in this ring for this we will need more.” she looks at the gorila before she does anything else Steph gives me a sight to go as my music hit.

And so I go. Crowd goes crazy. I am so happy right now. Adrenaline is in my veins and I feel the moment. As I made my way to the ring I look at the guys and I can see pure shock. I can see Matt and how happy and pump he is about seeing me here. When I look at his brother, my Jeff, I can see how surprised he is. It is a good surprised but there is something on his mind and I can't really tell what. When I get to the ring I do my thing.

The music stops and I look at Becky. She is smiling still. I look at her to know what to do. I know nothing and by looks of it I am not alone.

“Now that you are back I thought that you should have a right to pick first. Pick the team that you are ready to fight for and suffer for.” she tells me with a smile.

I am in shock. And I can't take a minute to think about this. I know I am not going to pick warriors. Can I pick by who I really want to fight for or do I pick the one team that I had my last storyline.

I look at the table with the shirts. Nice and folted. When I look at Seth I can see a smirk wich he knows I hate. When I look at my boyz I see Matt's crazy jet cute smile and sparkle in the eyes of Jeff. I do what I want to and I pick Hardy boyz. Crowd goes crazy but it's like I in the box and can't hear them.

I get to Jeff's corner and change my shirt. I can feel Jeff's hand on my lover back. I lean in. Was he waiting for me or did he moved on? Do I have a right to be angry if he did? No. Will it broke my heart? Yes.

After the match

I walk with my team behind me. We won and crowd loved it. I am not hurt in a way of me not being unable to perform tomorrow but I am hurting. I did what I always do. I am not a afreight to get hurt. I am giving my everything. Some call it reclase.

“I will see you guys later.” Charlotte said as she walked to her dressing room.

“Yeah.” Matt said and before I could Jeff stopped me.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked me calmly.

“Yeah, but I don't have a dressing room so we have to go to yours.” I smile at him. God, how much I missed him. Now he is so close and yet it still feels so far.

When we get to his dressing room he closes door but doesn't lock it. I turn to look at him and I see him really happy, smiling at me.

“WOW.” he laugh. “You are back.” I have to look down to not disappoint him. “How are you feeling.”

“Yeah, I am.” I start with the laugh not so honest as his. “I am well, not perfect but I am good. How are you?”

“Now I am good to.” All I can see in his eyes is joy and love. It is hard for me to not kiss him right now.

“How were when I was gone?” I asked him scared of what he will tell me.

“You were not gone you were away. And for a good reason.” he get closer to me. “And I was fine. You know. Waiting for you to be ready to come back.”

“You didn't have to wait for me.” I felt guilty for what I made him go through.

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” he hugs me and I know I am safe and where I am meant to be. I hug him back like my life is depending on it.

#jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wrestling

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suncityblues · 4 years ago

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Little Miracles// 2k words destiel, mentions of saileen

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In the morning Castiel likes to turn his bedside radio on and listen to the news. He’s especially fond of the science segments. Listening to people try and understand the little mysteries of their world in real time makes Cas feel grounded, and less like he’s making a mess of being human, since it seems like no one really knows what’s going on anyway.

But they’re trying, and he likes that they’re trying because he’s trying too.

Sometimes Dean sticks around, because he drank too much the night before or just fell asleep without remembering to go back to his own room, and he’ll grumble something along the lines of: “How can you listen to these nerds talk out of their asses? You know all this stuff better than they ever could.”

Castiel just shrugs and ignores him, preferring to concentrate on how these people think fractals work, or black holes, or the glands on a dog’s nose. Sometimes they’re right and sometimes they’re wrong. Dean’s always cranky in the morning so Cas knows it’s best not to take him seriously. And besides, Dean always stays for the whole segment, sometimes asking Castiel to elaborate on the topic and sometimes just dozing off until the end before getting up to feed the dog, so he can’t hate it that much.

These are Cas’ favorite kind of mornings, and they’ve been happening more and more since he got back but he doesn’t know exactly what to make of it. He does not allow himself the luxury of optimism.

Things feel strange and different now that the world isn’t ending. Too real maybe. For angels everything always had a purpose, a plan, and all things fell into place accordingly. But now, it’s like he’s writing a new story with no outline, one that can be kind of meandering and boring in places, but peaceful too. There’s a kind of power in winging it and just hoping for the best. Maybe life is like poetry or jazz now, though admittedly Cas doesn’t have much experience with either of those things to really know.

He’ll have time to find out though. A whole hopefully long lifetime to read or listen to anything he pleases. Jack brought him back as a human at his request, with the understanding that he could return to angel-hood anytime, with just a little prayer. Cas doesn’t think he’ll take Jack up on it but he’s aware of how lucky he is, and how loved. He can still do miracles, but only small ones. Making flowers bloom. Healing paper cuts. Boiling water. Cas is grateful for it, like a taste of home without all the family drama.

Jack had popped him back into existence at a pie festival Sam and Dean stopped at on their way to a hunt. Dean had kissed him in public for the first time that day, after years and years of motel bathrooms and dark corners. It seems significant to Castiel, but Dean’s cultural hang ups always felt dumb to him in the first place so he chooses not to read into it too much. When Dean pulls back he says, “I, uh… I…” but doesn’t manage to finish the thought because Cas is pressing kisses to Dean’s cheeks, the sides of his mouth, his forehead. Dean gets pie on Cas’ nose, but Cas didn’t mind. After that, Sam pulls him into a bear hug. He whispers, “I’m happy for you, man” and Cas doesn’t know if he should to reply to that or not.

They get so distracted by his reappearance that they lose the trail of the vampires they were looking for. When Cas mentions it to Jack the next time they talk, he replies that it was all for the best. Cas gets the message and doesn’t need to ask for any more details.

The adjustment is hard on Sam and Dean, he can tell. It’s like suddenly their lives are starting in the middle, and it’s not fair they had to wait until their knees were shot and half their friends were dead to have a chance at a real life.

Sam, at least, still has Eileen. She doesn’t stay with them full time but she swings by the bunker often. Privately one night Sam had asked Cas if he thought Dean would be okay if he joined Eileen on a hunt. Just the two of them. Cas hardly thinks he’s an expert on Dean Winchester’s psyche, but recognizes that Sam is talking to him rhetorically, looking for reassurance. So Castiel tilts his head. “I think Dean will be happy as long as you’re happy, Sam,” he replies cautiously and hopes this is the answer Sam is looking for. It’s not a lie by any stretch but not the whole truth, either. Castiel thinks Dean will worry himself sick, and obsessively check in on his brother, and repress his anxiety so deeply that no one will be able to talk to him about it for days without it turning into a fight about something completely unrelated. Then Sam will come home and Dean will pretend nothing was bothering him in the first place. But he’ll get used to it, eventually. Dean is nothing if not resilient.

Sam runs his hands through his hair, a little exasperated. “Yeah,” he says, “You’ll be here so… he’ll be okay. I think this is good. Right? A good change? You guys are, ah, good? Together?”

Truth be told, Cas has no idea what Sam’s getting at or why he’s suddenly so nervous and uncomfortable but he just says, “Of course, Sam.” And Sam looks relieved, so Cas knows he said the right thing.

“Dean can be… well anyway. I’m glad he has you,” Sam continues. Then, with the look on his face Castiel recognizes as the one he wears when he teases his older brother, “But he really doesn’t deserve you.”

That makes Castiel smile, though he knows they do, in fact, deserve each other.

His days start to form a kind of unintentional pattern. He wakes up, listens to the radio, showers, and gets coffee from the kitchen. If Sam isn’t off on a hunt with Eileen that day there’s usually a pot of coffee already brewed, and if he is Castiel makes it himself. He takes his coffee with a bit of almond milk and some cinnamon. Sometimes when he knows Dean’s particularly hungover he’ll make a cup for him too, whole milk, one sugar, and leave it on Dean’s bedside table, careful not to wake him or the dog up. He uses one of his small miracles to keep it warm.

Then he goes on a walk in the woods. Sometimes he talks to Jack, sometimes he just listens to the trees shift in the wind. By the time he gets home Dean’s usually made breakfast or lunch, depending on what time he rolls out of bed. They eat together, sometimes with Sam and Eileen, or other hunters who roll through town, but usually just the two of them. They talk about movies, or possible new hunts, or Dean’s job search.

After a while Dean will leave to do his own thing, and Cas will read or watch TV, and then they’ll have dinner. After that maybe a movie or a game of cards, always accompanied by a few beers. They wait until Sam and Eileen go to bed if they’re home and then Dean will put a hand on his knee or his hip or his back and lean in close until they’re kissing. Cas always lets Dean make the first move, he doesn’t want to seem needy, or like he’s asking too much, he’s been human before but all the functions that come along with it still take some time to get used to, and there are boundaries, and so many other complex things to navigate. At some point Cas will pull Dean into his room. They have sex and Cas will fall asleep, and Dean will get up and go back to his room, or he’ll stay and they get up together and listen to the radio and start all over.

They’ve been having sex on and off for years but it’s been different since the empty took him and Jack returned him. It’s not some kind of desperate end of the world adrenaline thing anymore, or an open secret that everyone dances around, it’s deliberate now, and sometimes gentle. They get to take their time, if they want to. And it’s not like Dean doesn’t know how Castiel feels. But they don’t talk about it, Dean hasn’t said it back, and Cas doesn’t want him to if he doesn’t mean it. It makes him a little, something, though. Something between being irritated and sad, he’s not sure exactly what.

Castiel thinks that, maybe, for the first time in his long, long life he’s bored with what he has, and he wants more.

So, he decides to get a job as a distraction, and because that’s what people do. He works from home as a research assistant with a carefully crafted and entirely fake resume Sam helped him come up with. It’s easy work for someone like Cas, but it passes the time and gives him new things to think about, and new people to talk to. He has work friends, and he likes them. Sometimes they see Dean walking around behind Cas when he’s in a meeting and they ask him if that’s his partner. Cas decides to reply with “yes” because it’s easier and more work appropriate than explaining it in full. Besides, mostly they just want to see the dog.

Still, the word feels nice to say, like a relief. He mentions it to Dean offhandedly, and Dean just shrugs nonchalantly, but gets red at the ears and gently tugs Cas into his room for a nooner.

Dean hasn’t had any luck with his job search and Castiel pretends not to know that it’s because Dean is stalling for time, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and not really applying to anything with any follow through. Sam’s noticed it too, but doesn’t push the subject, though sometimes he’ll suggest a hunt if Dean’s looking particularly cagey. All three of them are aware that Dean doesn’t have much first hand experience with peace, and the one time Cas tries to help by showing him a construction supervisor ad on his phone, it results in a two day long fight. In the end Dean apologizes and buys Cas a lumpy cactus with a little white flower on it. Cas names it Earl and Dean applies for the job. He gets it.

Sam spends more and more time away from the bunker with Eileen, and then one day announces that he’s moving in with her. Not far from them, just a few miles into town because Sam misses having a window in his bedroom, and waking up to the sun on his face. Wants to have a bathroom he doesn’t have to share. Wants to buy crappy Ikea furniture he gets to pick out himself. Castiel understands. He wants a window too, because he wants plants in his room, but doesn’t know how to ask Dean about it. He’s afraid Dean will take it the wrong way, and think Castiel wants to leave again.

Sam gives them each a key to his new apartment, and tells them to come over any time they like. He gets drunk alone with Dean the night before he moves out and long after Cas has gone to bed Dean comes into his room stinking of whiskey and sweat and tears. He lays down next to Cas in bed, puts his arm over him and leans heavily into the crook of Cas’ neck.

“You’re my best friend,” Dean mumbles, “You’re my best friend and I…” Cas cuts him off with a tame kiss on the forehead, and the miracle sends Dean into a deep dreamless sleep. For whatever reason, now didn’t seem like the right time. His heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his chest and wonders if this is normal or if he’s dying. He ends up staring at the ceiling until his alarm goes off. Then, he turns the news on.

Dean is miserable for an entire week without Sam but brushes it off with a joke whenever Cas asks him how he’s doing, or Sam calls to check in. He starts sleeping through the night in Cas’ bed so often the dog comes too, and then shortly after Dean’s clothes get mixed in with Cas’. Then comes Dean’s shoes, the dog food bowls, and Earl, with a grow light.

Cas decides to buy a bigger bed because two adult men and a fifty pound dog in a full sized bed is a lot. Besides, he has money now after all, he has a job.

Then, one morning they’re laying together listening to the woman on the radio talk about DNA and Dean leans over and places a gentle kiss on Cas’ shoulder. He doesn’t have to say it out loud because by now Cas knows it clear as day, but Dean chooses to say “I love you,” anyway.

#destiel #Fic #my Fic #Spn #supernatural #supernatural fic #deancas

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {33}**

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fluff, Angst, NSFW 😁

Word Count: 10.3K 😳

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Y’all said 10.3K was not a problem. Prove it, let’s see how many of y’all read it all. LOL. Hope you guys like it, you deserve it. 🙃😏

Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

***Interactive***

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Chapter 33: Ready?

-Vixen-

“Hello, earth to Vixen!”

You shook your head and noticed your friends and Nexus staring at you. You’d zoned out—again. You’d lost track of how many times your mind drifted.

“Hey, yeah.”

“Hey, yeah? What the hell was that? where were you just now?”

You shook your head and rubbed your forehead. “It was nothing. where were we?”

They looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. “We were talking about how fine your baby daddy is,” Angie blurted out.

“Oh boy, here we go.”

“Yes, here we go. To think your disappearance act that night in Vegas was more than you being a workaholic choosing work over fun. You were off getting your back blow—wait, can he blow backs? He is white.” They all laughed, and you took the opportunity to take a long sip of your half and half iced tea lemonade. You really didn’t want to divulge any details about your sex life. You almost laughed because it had been years since you’d gotten any sort of blowing out of your back.

“You’re quiet. Oh my god, white boy can lay pipe Vixen?” Jia’s tone was full of shock, and it matched the bugged-out eyes of all your friends.

“Why do you look so surprised? Have you guys heard the rumors about him over the years? I can pull them up right now,” Drea added as she took up her phone and scrolled.

You were suddenly filled with dread as well as a strange level of curiosity. Over the years, you purposely stayed away from a lot of fodder that surrounded him. You couldn’t stay away from the movies and everything about that part of it, but anything personal you kept away from like the plague.

“Okay, so for the last threeish years, he’s been a little quiet, but there have been girls. Jessie that was a fling that lasted a few months, but she told anyone that would listen about him being her ideal guy. She even talked about the sex said he was the best she’d ever had. Sarah, not much info on that one, but she’s pretty. There are rumors about a string of flings that he’s kept pretty low key, and one named Lita, they had been together most recent a few weeks ago,” she finished.

“Wow, he’s a whore.”

“Every saint had a past, and every sinner has a future. I don’t think we should judge him based on tabloid fodder,” Nexus voiced. She looked at you, giving you a stern eye that said ignore it.

“Saint, sinner, doesn’t matter to me. I am just trying to get some deets on how Captain America’s stroke game is,” Angie clarified.

“Guys. It was years ago, who remembers that far back?”

“If it were good dick, I’d remember it on my death bed and tell all you hoes about it,” Drea chimed.

You shook your head and looked around the restaurant you were at. It screamed authentic Boston. It screamed lowkey but didn’t gimp on modern luxuries. The wooden tables looked like fine red cedar; the glass top roof gave the space an airy and warm glow thanks to the afternoon sun, and the scattered potted plants gave the restaurant great pops of color. Looking around at the faces of the diners you could tell they were enjoying the food as well as the ambiance of the place and that made you like it even more.

“Vixen!”

You looked at them. You’d once again drifted off. Only this time, it wasn’t to thoughts of Chris it was to thoughts of a restaurateur. If it wasn’t one, it was the other.

“Sorry I got lost. This place is great.”

“Could you stay present and not drift off to work land?” You rolled your eyes at Joan. She should have been the one to get it; she was the one who’d gone to culinary school with you. She did the same thing all the time. That was one of the reasons you got along well; she knew what you were going through.

“I would stay present if you all weren’t so damn nosy about what kind of dick game my kid’s father has,” you blurted out, the stress of everything was compressing on you.

“Let’s get off the topic of dick,” Nexus suggested.

“We will, she just has to admit one thing,” Angie began.

“What Ang?”

“You know and remember what kind of dick game he has.” You smiled though you tried not to. This wasn’t a smiling matter. You’d always worried about the day they found out who Ella’s dad was. You worried because you knew they would be like this.

“Fine. I know and remember—kind of the kind of dick game he has. What I will not do is talk about it.”

The four of them booed you while you and Nexus laughed. Your phone chimed in your bag, and you dug for it. Your first thought was something was wrong with Ella. This was the first time Chris was left with her. Your parents were close by, but for the most part Ella was his responsibility. When you looked at the screen you saw a message from Kassius.

MSG Kassius: Second wave of publicity starts in a few days. The first batch of pictures we took will suffice for now, but soon we need to do reshoots to push that ASAP. When will you be back in LA?

MSG: A few more days. Four tops. I’m still dealing with a few things.

MSG Kassius: Okay. If it works, I can set up for you to get reshoots in Boston. The team can be out there in twenty-four hours and get it done in one afternoon.

MSG: Yeah, that actually can work. I don’t want to hold the timeline up anymore.

MSG Kassius: It’s fine, Vixen. We are right on schedule. The team has been doing excellent promo work, and I hear lots of whispers and interest in you. I think you are about to blast off fame wise.

Your heart sunk a little. You hadn’t thought about fame when you decided on all of this. Fame was not what you were after. In San Francisco, you’d passed up on huge partnerships because the idea of fame was terrifying especially with Ella and your situation then. Now your situation was much more precarious. You didn’t know if fame was the best thing.

MSG Kassius: I’ve been getting calls from the head bosses at Food Network.

Again, your eyes bugged out.

“Food Network? Holy shit!”

MSG: Food Network? As in cooking shows Food Network?

MSG Kassius: Yeah. One of the executives saw you at Culinary Expo said you did a cooking segment and loved it. He says you have something. I wasn’t going to tell you until they requested a meet, but cat’s out the bag.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Someone at Food Network saw your segment at the expo and was now in talks for god knows what.

MSG Kassius: I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything about it. As for the team and the reshoots, how about the day after tomorrow?

MSG: Yeah, I’ll confirm before then.

MSG Kassius: All right, thank you. Get back to it.

You were so stunned you weren’t even hearing your friends.

“What is going on with you?”

“That was Kassius, the guy I’m working with. He just told me there was an Executive from Food Network that was at the expo, and they saw my segment and liked it, so now there may be talks about something.”

They all squealed and clapped bringing all the eyes in the restaurant to you. Your smile was so broad that it almost matched how big your embarrassment was. They swarmed you with hugs and congratulations and even more questions about what it meant. You had no answer. You didn’t know.

After another hour at the restaurant, the six of you were now checking out the types of shopping the area had. You found a few things for Ella and thought about finding a new outfit, but you didn’t know how you’d explain it to them. You knew they wouldn’t just leave it as you wanting to get a new outfit, they would badger and press and be invasive, and you didn’t have any more mental space. You were processing a lot.

In a few hours, you were going on a date with your daughter’s father, who happened to be your ex-husband. This date was happening years after you’d met, slept together, had a child together, and divorced. You wanted to laugh at the mere thought of your entire situation. You’d jumped over every step and went right to the endzone. Now it felt like you were backtracking to dot your I’s.

You didn’t know what you were doing. You always knew what you were doing—always. You were in unchartered territory, and you knew it. Once you realized you were still attracted to him, you’d entered unchartered territory. You didn’t know precisely how to be or what to say. You just knew you had an overwhelming desire to jump his bones.

Before you knew it, you and Nexus were at their hotel helping them pack up so they could get to the airport. As you watched them dance around and act ridiculous you were grateful for each of them. Yeah, they drove you absolutely bat shit crazy, and they were loud and often times hella uncensored to the point of embarrassment, but they had good hearts and were always there when you needed them. You were born with one sister, but you’d discovered four more.

At the airport, the goodbye was short and sweet. You thought you’d get away without one of them giving their unwarranted advice, but you were wrong. Joan was the one to turn back to give you one last hug. It was a hug that lasted a little longer.

“You have a beautiful brain that loves to overthink and loves to ignore and avoid. It’s part of your charm. You also have a beautiful heart; it’s big and kind and broken. You can’t live with a cold heart Vix. You can’t live by shutting people out and never letting anyone in. All you have to do is let the right one in.”

When she pulled back and looked at you, there was an “ah-ha” moment between you. You knew she’d caught the nature of yours and Chris’ relationship, knew she’d picked up on whatever was drifting around the two of you whenever you were near each other. In the glance that lasted a few moments the two of you understood each other. She walked off to catch up to everyone else, and you and Nexus got into the car and headed back to the house.

When you walked inside, you expected to see chaos, but it was all quiet. As you walked around the house looking for Chris and Ella every expectation was not met. You expected to see nothing but mess, hear nothing but screams or cries, but every turn you didn’t find that. You were met by more quiet and calm. When you got to the back you expected to see them in the pool, but they were not in the pool. You walked further into the yard and saw Chris and Anthony playing with Ella. Both of the masculine men were wearing brightly colored princess costumes. You and Nexus stopped in your tracks and looked at each other with your jaws dropped.

Anthony wore a yellow Belle costume with full-on Burnett wig. He was sitting at table decked out with teacups, flowers, pastries, and a few other items.

“What the hell--,” Nexus began.

Chris was walking around the table dressed as Rapunzel, but the one from Tangled. He also wore a wig, but it was blond and ridiculously long, so long he had the braid wrapped around his arm. He was serving tea to Ella, who was dressed as Ariel but wore items of Tiana’s as well. From the distance you stood, all you could hear was the high pitched voices of Anthony and Chris as they chattered along with Ella. You looked to Nexus again, who had her phone out and was filming the entire thing. The smile on her face was huge.

“I’m gonna marry him.”

Your head snapped to her again. Nexus never brought up the “M” word. She always said she was not the marrying kind. This was a first, and you knew she meant it. You’d be surprised if their relationship didn’t lead there at some point. They were extraordinarily compatible and similar. Half of you marveled that after such little time someone could know something so important. It was as if their hearts recognized each other the minute they met, and everything was pulling them together. You almost laughed as the thought popped into your head that if you and Chris had done things differently then maybe Nex and Anthony may have already been married.

The closer you got, the more you could hear.

“Oh, princess Ariel Tiana, this tea is just delightful,” Chris informed in a high-pitched tone that you were sure was supposed to resemble a woman’s voice.

“I have to agree with our dear friend Rapunzel, can I call you rap girl? Your name is so long,” Anthony responded in his own high-pitched voice. He was sitting to the side of the chair with one shoulder poked out ad his head angled up. It screamed attitude.

“Of course, rap has a nice ring to it.

“Thank you, sis,” Anthony finished.

Ella nodded her head and took a sip from the cup.

“Goo tea sis.”

You and Nexus busted out laughing, unable to hold it any longer. The “sis” took you out. All eyes went to the two of you. It was then you noticed the two men had very badly done makeup on. Chris had pink and purple glittery eyeshadow on that matched the deep purple blush that was applied to the high points of his cheekbone and bright pink lipstick. It all went very well with the outfit he wore. Antony, on the other hand, had yellow eyeshadow on with bright red blush to his cheeks and the same bright red lipstick. It made you and Nexus laugh even harder.

“Mama!” Ella ran over to you just as you stooped down to meet her and hug her. You then noticed her makeup. She had on glittery green eyeshadow with a peachish colored blush to her cheeks and soft pink lipstick. It wasn’t bad, though none of the colors looked good together.

“Wow, princess. You look—wow.”

“Who did this to you, Ella?” Ella pointed to Anthony who batted his eyelashes quickly.

“I did a marvelous job,” he informed in the same high-pitched voice. Nexus smiled again. Ella led you to the table with your pinky in her hand. It gave you the chance to take in Chris’ outfit fully.

“Tea too mama, tee-tee,” Ella ordered.

“Yes, please do join us for a spot of tea,” Chris pressed. You smiled and sat down adjacent to him as Nexus sat next to Anthony.

“My goodness, I feel like we’re underdressed for the occasion, Vix.”

You snorted then pinched your lips.

“I feel it too Nex.”

“Fiddle-dee, we understand don’t we princess Ariel Tiana. Not everyone can be as fashionably amazing as we are,” Anthony quipped.

Looking at Nexus’ face, you knew she was head over heels, no way of getting up in love with that man. Your eyes turned to Chris to find him already watching you. Your face heated, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Tea sis.” Ella said again, holding out two cups, one to you and the other to Nexus. All of you busted out laughing at the same time.

For the next thirty minutes, you enjoyed teatime. You watched Ella’s interactions with Chris and took notice of how perfect it all seemed. She didn’t hesitate to touch him or to smile at him, and he looked more comfortable as well. You loved watching them interact. It was quickly becoming your most favorite thing. Your eyes dropped to his lips, and you mentally corrected yourself.

“Second favorite thing.”

Soon you were sitting and watching Ella just twirl around the yard. She looked happy and carefree, and it warmed your heart.

“What’re you thinking?” You looked to Chris, whose eyes were already on you.

“Uh—nothing, just she looks so happy and carefree. I think she loves it here.”

He smiled and nodded. “Well, she’s always welcome here. Her room is always prepped.”

You looked down at the table and snorted. “Who did this to you?”

“She did.” You examined his face again.

“You don’t like it?” You laughed, then nodded.

“I love it. The purple and glitter really bring out the blue in your eyes.”

Chris nodded and then shook his head. “Go on laugh it up. If I were a less secure man I’d be very self-conscious right now.”

“So you’re secure wearing the prettiest Rapunzel get up I’ve ever seen and makeup to match?”

“Absolutely, my little girl wanted to play princess tea party costumes and all, and I was not going to disappoint.” You smiled again. He had no sense of toxic male masculinity, and it was yet another thing to like about him.

“How was your day?”

“It was good. Got some food, did a little shopping, and took my friends to the airport.”

“Maybe I’ll get another opportunity to get to know them better. They seem like great women.”

You nodded again and wondered if he always knew the right thing to say.

“Da-da, come ance.”

“Go, dance, and frolic in the grass princess Rapunzel,” you teased.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Chris responded in his high-pitched woman’s voice as he got up and skipped over to Ella.

“That is the worst woman’s voice I’ve ever heard, by the way.” Chris turned back and stuck his tongue out at you then began skipping and dancing with Ella. You couldn’t handle watching any more, so you stood and walked back to the house. As you walked inside you saw Anthony and Nexus whispering and giggling together in the kitchen. She never giggled.

Once you made it to your door, there was one single long stem lavender rose taped to the door. Your steps slowed as you got closer. Standing in front of the door, you took it and took a whiff. The fragrance was strong but soft all at once, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. You bit your bottom lip and opened the door still lost in the flower. When you turned around you nearly dropped everything. There was a huge bouquet that housed pink, white and purple roses were wrapped around a few layers of soft white tulle lying across your bed.

“Oh my god.”

Slowly you walked to them. Each step felt like your legs were filled with lead. Once you made it to the side of your bed your fingers traced the tulle and then the delicate soft petals of the roses. They were beautiful.

You perched on the edge of your bed, then bent to smell them and moaned. No matter how detached you were, you couldn’t ignore that flowers still gave you that warm and fuzzy feeling. You noticed you didn’t feel like this when Zack gave you flowers. You felt nothing then. That acknowledgment made your nerves rise.

You saw the note sticking out from between two buds. Once you opened it, you read it’s contents.

Vixen,

There was a conversation we had all those years ago that plays in my head often. I asked you what your favorite flowers were, and you said you didn’t have one, but you were a sucker for roses only if they weren’t red. You mentioned red roses were so typical and the only thing men ever thought to give. You said you liked the unconventional choice rather than the predictable one. That alone told me a lot about you. It said you preferred sincerity over intentional shows, you would rather a plain and simple expression over something fake and extravagant. You only needed the sentiment to be evident and real. I can do that. There are many ways to give you the world. I’ll see you at five at the gazebo.

-Chris-

Your heart was racing. You began to wonder if he’d always been this charming. Thinking back to those years ago, you quickly found your answer. This had always been him. He’d just become more devastatingly so.

“Oh dear god, I beg you help me keep my panties on tonight.”

~~~~~~~~

-That Night-

You didn’t want anyone to know, neither of you did. You had an early dinner with your family, Chris and Anthony. Neither you or Chris ate or spoke; you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you just rolled it around your plate. Thankfully because of Anthony’s presence, you were not the topic of conversation; it was instead Anthony and Nexus. Then you allowed Chris to tuck Ella in while you began getting ready.

You did and undid your hair more times than you could count and changed way more than you should have. It was annoying. You were never like this. By the time it was almost five you stared at yourself again and took a few deep breaths. With your shoes in your hand you walked out your room and downstairs, hoping no one saw you. Just as you were about to be home free you saw Anthony and Nexus cuddled up beside the pool. You froze and tried to think of another route. Before you could move Anthony was the one to see you. He smiled and nodded then fanned you along while he distracted Nexus. You scurried across the deck and then the backyard toward where the gazebo was.

As you approached, you saw Chris standing there with his back to you. From behind he looked delicious. The closer you got, he must have felt your presence; he turned around and froze just watching you approach. You smiled, and the look on his face was like someone had kicked him in his gut.

“Hi. Am I late?”

Chris didn’t speak; he just stared at you for a long while. Then he shook his head as if he’d just zoned out or something.

“Sorry, um—no, I think you’re right on time.” You smiled and watched him hold out another purple rose. Smiling, you took the flower.

“Thank you; it’s beautiful. I love it, and the ones upstairs.” Chris smiled, and the two of you stood there, staring at each other. Chris cleared his throat and took a breath.

“Shall we?” he motioned to two bikes, one blue and the other pink.

“Are those bikes?”

“They are. Tell me you remember how to ride.”

“I’m willing to try to remember.”

You shook your head at your dirty thought and smiled. “Sure. It’s been over ten years, at least.”

“Same for me, but we’re not going too far, and the truck isn’t the best mode of transportation there.”

You looked over yourself at the dress you wore then to the bike and shook off the worry. You were actually getting a little excited.

“All right.” You approached the bike and dropped your heels in the basket then lifted your leg. “Don’t look.”

Chris snorted and looked away and climbed on his bike. You sighed once you were finally on it.

“All right, follow me.” Chris peddled off, and you followed close behind into the forest.

As you rode, he pointed things out and teased you for the way you peddled trying to keep your legs together. The more he teased you, the more you got in touch with your tomboy self and pushed impropriety to the side and enjoyed the ride. You stood on the peddles and enjoyed the carefreeness you felt. After you’d been riding for about eight minutes, the house was no longer in sight. Chris went into a different part of the woods than you’d ever been and cautioned you to be careful.

After another ten or so minutes, you pulled up beside a stopped Chris. “Why’d you stop?”

“We’re here.” You looked where he was, and your jaw dropped.

You’d made it to a lake, but it was not just any lake. There was a long walk path that was decked out with lanterns. It began at the shore and went out over the water for several feet. At the end of the way, there was a tiny cabin that was decked out It was decked out with twinkling tree lights that had it competing with the amazing backdrop of nothing but wilderness and the reflection of the lowering sun and the sky.

“Oh my god.” You pressed your palm to your stomach and tried to steady the butterflies that were rampantly causing havoc on your nerves. You didn’t know how long you stood there just frozen. A plethora of possibilities and outcomes ran through your mind.

“Are you okay?” Chris’ voice brought you out of your head and back into the present. You looked at him, and for the first time you didn’t have any words. That was new for you. Staring in his eyes your mouth went dry, and you felt your body drift to him. Quickly you pulled back and cleared your throat.

“Ye—yeah.”

“Okay. This is where we leave these and go on foot.”

“On foot? Down that?” You nudged your head to the steep dune before you.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Chris assured as he leaned the bikes against a tree and waited for you to take your heels and clutch from the basket of yours. You looked down to see his held out hand. “Ready?”

You felt like it was a loaded question, felt like it didn’t just mean ready to go down the dune or walk across that walk path. You felt it asked if you were ready for what came now? Were you ready for what came next? Were you ready for whatever happened tonight and any other night or day beyond? You didn’t know if you were, but you also knew that everything had been leading here. Fate was on your ass, and that bitch was saying your move.

-Chris-

With your hand in his, he took it slow leading you down the dune. He was glad you weren’t wearing heels because you may have twisted your ankle. Though the heels looked to go perfectly with the dress, he liked you barefoot, liked you looking carefree and down to earth rather than fully put together. He remembered he loved the way you looked that first morning he woke up to you. Your hair was a mess, mascara and eyeshadow smudged, lipstick smeared across your cheek and naked. He honestly thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on spot. When you put on his shirt and paced the room, that was the first time he’d had a strange feeling in his chest. You squealed, and he saw you about to fall, without thinking about it; he scooped you off your feet and carried you the rest of the way.

Once at the shore, he looked at you to find your eyes already on him, and you were breathing hard as if you’d run a marathon. “What?”

Your Adam’s apple bobbed, then you cleared your throat and looked away as he let you down.

“Nothing, just—I didn’t ehm—expect you to be so—strong.”

He smiled and tried to prevent the blush he knew was creeping up his neck.

“Well, I am Captain America.” You laughed, and the tension was immediately broken up.

“Good one.” He began the walk to the boardwalk with you following behind.

As you walked, he felt you lagging behind. When he looked back, you were looking around at the lanterns and the water and every so often the cabin ahead. Your expression was concealed so he was having a hard time piecing together what you were thinking. It was a miracle he was able to pull this off especially since what he wanted to be done in the time span was what some would call impossible. He made it happen though, another perk of being Chris Evans. As he looked at the cabin, he had no regrets. You deserved nothing less.

“What is this place?”

“It came with the property. Remember I told you the lake was the selling point for me? Well, on the lake there was this old decrepit cabin, and I restored it. I don’t use it really. I always found it interesting it was kind of in the middle of the lake rather than at the shore. There were so many possible places I could take you tonight, but this was my number one choice.” He stopped in front of the door as did you. You looked around your feet and saw the lavender moss floating above the water, then you looked up at the lit trees, and in the glow of the light you looked at him.

“It’s beautiful.” He smiled and nodded, then opened the door and stepped over the threshold. Slowly you walked in and gasped. He watched your face as a few emotions passed across them, but you didn’t speak. Just when he began to think he’d missed the mark here and went way over the top, you rubbed your forehead.

“Well fuck!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You blew out a breath and looked to him.

“Well, you just made it that much more difficult not to sleep with you.”

He could have been knocked over with a breeze, and he was sure his expression showed it.

“Wow.”

You laughed, it began small but got louder and much freer, it was almost obnoxiously loud, but it was contagious. Soon the two of you were laughing together as if you hadn’t just said you would possibly sleep with him. He motioned for you to take a seat, obliging him you walked around and sat on one of the cushions on the floor behind the table. He followed suit but took up the bottle of wine that was off to the side in an ice bucket.

“Wine?”

Nodding, you continued to look around as he filled your glass. He couldn’t help wondering what you were thinking, couldn’t help replaying your words from mere seconds ago. He knew you were kidding, but did he know you were kidding.

“She was probably being truthful.”

“Since I know you didn’t have dinner, I know you’re hungry.”

“Starving, Evans. Feed me, please.” He laughed as he went into the insulated bags that were in the corner. He took out container after container filled with appetizers, salad, main course, and extras.

“My God, where did all this come from?”

“One of my favorite restaurants in Boston. Everything they make is good. I’ve had everything on the menu.”

“Did you get everything on the menu?”

“Maybe. I know you love tacos and burritos and nachos and all the os, and spaghetti but I got to thinking what else do you like so. Voila, we’re having a bit of everything.”

When he was done, there were easily twenty containers that decorated the table. You snorted and laughed loudly again.

“Wow, that’s one way to get answers.”

“All right. So over here are appetizers, these are salads, and here are all the entrees. Pick what’s first.”

You ran your fingers over the tops of a few containers he’d shown were appetizers, then pointed to one that was furthest away. Opening it, he held it out to you. Your face lit up as you took up a piece up with your fingers. He smiled, loving you didn’t bother with utensils.

“What is it?”

He looked at the lid and read the table.

“Lettuce cups, they’re filled with oyster and pickled vegetables with a chipotle sauce.”

You bit it chewed then nodded your approval.

“Not bad.”

“Is it a like or nah?”

“Eh—I’m not big on oysters. I’ll cook them, but eating them is another thing.”

“They say oysters are an aphrodisiac.” He had no idea why that came out, but your amusement was evident.

“They do say that. Have at it, tell me if you agree.”

He ate his lettuce cup with you watching him. After a few seconds, he felt no different.

“Guess not,” he answered. You scoffed but didn’t look convinced. He picked the next container and read its contents.

“Crab cocktail.”

“Yay, I love crab,” you chirped as you took one and happily gobbled it down.

“I like crab too, any seafood really.” You took another while pointing to the next container.

“Avocado salad.”

“Another favorite, I love eating and cooking with Avocado,” you informed.

You ate a few forkfuls of the salad, as did he. The two of you went back and forth picking different containers then enjoying the different types of foods. There was a wide variety, seafood, various meats, textures, and flavors. You heartily ate and didn’t seem to care how you ate or how much you ate. He hated when women ate like they weren’t hungry all for the benefit of men. You didn’t care what he thought, and he was grateful for it.

After almost an hour, all the containers had been opened and consumed, and you sat there, sipping your glass of wine laughing at his jokes.

“No lie, ask Scott, that is exactly how it happened.”

You pinched your lips and slapped your hand over your mouth to quiet the snort that escaped you.

“Sounds like the perfect situation to scare you straight.”

He laughed and nodded. “I was scared for a long time.” You laughed louder, and he just sat there nodding.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you, just—wow.”

“No, by all means, I was an idiot kid.” You smiled and finished your glass.

“Have room for dessert?”

“Oh my god, Chris are you trying to get me fat? This was easily twenty-five hundred calories, not including those two bottles of wine.”

“I never took you as a woman who counted calories.”

“Oh, what woman did you take me as then?”

He shrugged and smiled to himself and took another sip from his glass.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit, that little smirk spoke volumes. Go on, tell me.”

He shrugged again, then finished the glass. “I don’t know, maybe one who did what she wanted when she wanted no matter what.” You shimmied your shoulders as you made a face as if you were thinking.

“Well--,” you stretched out. “I wouldn’t say you’re right, and I wouldn’t say you’re wrong,” you answered.

“So you are that woman then.”

“When I want to be.”

“Well, Vixen. Do you want to be; here right now?”

It was a question with double meaning. He was curious how you’d respond. He watched your tongue slowly dance across your bottom lip before you sucked it into your mouth.

“Dessert it is.”

With a smile, he stood and cleared the containers away, putting them in the trash bag in the corner. He walked around to you, held his hands out and waited for you to take it. He didn’t have to wait long before you placed your smaller hands within his larger ones. He led you out the cabin down the boardwalk, but only halfway, then he stopped.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Your eyes bugged out as confusion knitted your brows together. You looked at him incredulously.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Why? What are you about to do?”

“Give you dessert, but you have to trust me.”

You stared at him, and he could see the ill trust shining through your eyes, you looked conflicted as if you wanted to say something, but something held you back.

“Trust is a funny thing with me, Chris,” you began. He nodded, fully understanding what you meant and how you felt.

“I understand completely. So I’ll modify, tonight, do you trust me?” You gazed into his eyes for a few moments then nodded your head. He had to earn your trust; he knew it.

“Okay, thank you.” He sat at the edge of the boardwalk and slid into the waiting canoe. It was a fluid motion for him; he’d done it tens of times. When he turned to you, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He held his hand out to you.

“What the fuck?”

Laughing, he steadied the vessel and waited for you to take his hand. After almost a minute you took it.

“Do what I just did, I’ll do the rest.”

“Oh my god, are you going to pull me into the lake, Chris?”

“No, I promise.” You took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the boardwalk just as he did. Just as he was about to take over, you stiffened and held your other hand out to his chest.

“Wait.” Stopping, he looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to fall in.”

“You can swim, it’s no big deal either way.”

“No big deal? Chris, this took hours to accomplish,” you explained, gesturing to your figure from head to toe. “If I fall in, it’ll be ruined.” He smiled. It was sweet you’d put so much effort into the way you looked tonight, and it was sweet you even wanted to.

“As I said, no big deal. You’ll still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

The air became thick, and the moment heavy. You sighed softly then took his other hand, quickly he pulled you into the canoe pressing you against his body as his arms engulfed you. Your soft gasp was cut short by the force of how your bodies met. Slowly you looked up into his eyes, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you. He brushed the back of his hand across your cheek then cupped your jaw.

“Dessert better be mind blowing.” He smiled, nodded, and set you on one of the benches in the canoe. He untied the rope and pushed off from the boardwalk.

“I promise it’ll be to die for.”

He rowed further out to the lake. The setting sun cast a warm glow in the water, and you just marveled at it.

“Wow. How the hell do you leave this?”

“It’s hard, especially when I think what’s waiting for me back in LA. The only comfort is knowing I will be back. I spend maybe three to four months in LA, usually when working; otherwise, I’m here—home.”

Your eyes fell to his, and that is where they stayed while he continued to row the boat. As you rowed in silence just enjoying the sounds of the paddle hitting the water and pushing through it and the trees rustling in the gentle breeze he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Underneath the sunset here in the lake close to his home he’d never wanted to keep things the same as much as right now. If he could he’d press this moment, sealing it forever.

When he stopped, he took the two containers from underneath his bench and held one out to you. When you opened it you smiled widely.

“You look like you’re a cheesecake woman,” he theorized. You nodded.

“I am. How’d you know?”

“I remember the two of us buying and finishing an entire cheesecake after we got married.”

You looked down and took a piece of the cake and began eating. “You then called room service for apple pie and drizzled a diabetic shock amount of caramel sauce all over it,” you added. He cut into his dessert and held up the forkful of apple pie drizzled with caramel. You snorted and laughed.

“Some things never change,” he voiced.

The two of you ate in silence for a few moments.

“How long did it take for all of it to come back?”

“About a week,” he informed. You nodded.

“A few days for me.”

“You know as far as weddings go, I think it was a good one,” he admitted. The two of you sat in silence and thought back to the night.

“Eh—I guess it was all right.” You smiled at him, and it was a smile that hid so much. He pulled out the bottle of wine and poured a glass for you then himself.

“What should we drink too?”

He thought for a moment, then looked to the sky and smirked.

“Sunsets.”

“Sunsets?” He nodded.

“I see sunsets as a sign of the beginning of something new. A lot of people see it as an ending, but I see an opportunity to start something fresh, new—something better.”

You looked at him from underneath your eyelids, and you looked just like how Ariel did with Eric.

“So—sunsets.”

“Sunsets,” he repeated. Your glasses clinked together then you drank still peering at each other.

After enjoying the final remnants of the setting sun, the lake turned dark. The only light was that of the lanterns on the boardwalk and those in the trees that framed the cabin. It was more than enough to see you clearly.

“Remember what you said in LA when your parents found out about Ella and me? You said you hid Ella because you were hurt.”

Your eyes dropped.

“What did you mean by that?”

“Let’s not go there, Chris. Let’s just—stay present.”

“My mom always says that you can’t move forward until you address the past. I want to move forward, Vixen. Any way we can.”

You studied him for a few long moments, then took a deep breath and let it out.

“Uuugh. Um--,” you stuttered.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fine, yes. It is so easy in situations as those for someone to get hurt. Did I get hurt? Maybe—yes.

He nodded and toyed with his glass. You averted your eyes and looked around the lake. The tension between you rose. As he looked at you, his mind went back to the last night with you. Somehow it felt like full circle. He went over every detail then he saw it. The one thing he’d regretted this entire time. The one thing he’d been running from facing.

“Vixen, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Your face was blank as you took another sip from your glass, the cheesecake was long gone.

“I was the world’s biggest and worst asshole three years ago.” You were lowering the glass from your lips when he said the words, but you lifted it again and finished the drink on one breath.

“I said something to you--.” Your voice interrupted him “

“Chris, you don’t--.”

“Yes, I do. Please.” You reached for the bottle and refilled your glass then took another sip.

“I said something to you that I am ashamed of, something that I have run from and deeply regretted every day for the last three years. I don’t even know where to start to--,” he sighed, closed his eyes, and tried to find the words he’d wished he’d been brave enough to say before.

“The guy I was then—” he shook his head remembering all his younger antics. “I was a dick. I was self-absorbed, I knew women wanted me and would do just about anything for a taste of the lifestyle I’d been thrown into, and I let it get to me. I fell in that lifestyle headfirst. I became the douche brothers tell their sisters to stay away from. I slept around--a lot. I woke up to a different woman every week. I lived for the next party, the next pretty face, and the next movie. It was always about what was next. Settling down, sticking with one person was a nightmare then, I didn’t think I was ready. There was still too much I thought I wanted to do.” He took a breath; your eyes were on him, but he couldn’t read you. It was like you’d shut down and become android like.

“I saw you that night, and you froze me, no lie. I didn’t expect that or everything else that happened that night. I didn’t expect the effortless conversation or the smooth way we grooved together. I didn’t expect to tell you everything I did, or feel so good with you, so effortless. The night at my house was great. It is easily one of the best nights of my life. What I said to you was wrong on so many levels, it was insensitive, disrespectful, rude and a bunch of other words I’m going to let you fill in. I didn’t think how it would make you feel, how it came across, how it sounded, I didn’t think at all. I’m sorry, Vixen. I am very sorry.”

You didn’t speak or look away from him. He wasn’t sure you’d respond, and he intended to give you all the time you needed to process. As a few seconds, turned to a minute and a minute to a minute and a half, then two, he began to lose his nerve.

“The insanely ridiculous thing is that what I said couldn’t have been further from the truth. I didn’t even realize it until I came back out of the bathroom and saw you were gone. It hit me that I was an idiot,” he rushed out.

Silence fell between you again, and this time, he decided he wouldn’t speak again until you did. A soft melodious hum sounded, he looked down and saw your finger slowly rotating the rim of the glass. He remembered you doing this the night you met. He showed you his secret talent, and you showed him this. You switched fingers to your pinky, and the sound became higher pitched but still beautiful.

Suddenly you stopped then sighed.

“Okay.”

“O—okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’m done holding on to that. Thank you for apologizing.”

“I am so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

You hesitated for a moment then spoke. “I forgive you.” Feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he smiled. It was a smile you returned.

Slowly but surely, his body drifted to yours, and unless he was crazy yours drifted to his as well.

“I have something I have to tell you,” he began with a whisper.

“What?”

Your faces continued to drift closer and closer. As he opened his mouth to tell you about the marriage, one of the ores fell into the water. You tried to reach for it but leaned a little too quickly, and the canoe rocked. In the blink of an eye, you screeched and tumbled over into the lake. When you came up your eyes were huge.

“Oh my god! Chris! I told you my ass would fall in. Look!”

He didn’t mean to laugh, but he did, and it wasn’t a small one either. It was a gut-busting one. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, are you laughing at me!?”

He shook his head as he tried to catch his breath, but every time he tried to stop laughing, a fresh wave began. You screeched and slapped the water. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing. Come on let me help you.” He reached over for your hand. You pulled him into the lake headfirst. When he reemerged you were cackling and not even trying to hide it.

“Wow, that was petty.”

“Then call me queen petty because that was funny.” You laughed some more as he came closer and splashed you in the face with a big wave of water. Your shocked expression made him laugh until you pushed your own wave of water in his face. That began the water fight. You each splashed, screamed, laughed and played in the water. He felt like a kid again, felt like he had no care in the world. Slowly the two of you stopped splashing. He drifted closer and brushed back your hair from your forehead.

“See, told you,” he began.

“Told me what?”

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” You smiled small at first, but it spread across your face until you hid it behind your hand.

“Whatever, Evans.”

The two of you swam back to the boardwalk. Once there, he hoisted himself up and onto the wood, then he reached into the water for you.

“Come on. It’s warmer inside.” He led the way back to the cabin. Once inside, he closed the door and went for the small solar-powered space heater he kept in there until he brought over one of the blankets and wrapped it around you.

When the two of you sat in front of the heater, you offered him some of the blanket. Soon you were huddled together sitting in silence. It wasn’t an awkward one either. It felt as natural as breathing.

“Why did you stay at your house if you saw that night everywhere?”

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He wondered if he could be this open with you. Half of him wanted to, but the other half was afraid. He knew he was in love with you, knew he wanted you without a doubt, but your feelings were still unknown. He didn’t know if he could be this vulnerable, then have you pull away.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you added.

“In the beginning, I used it as a way to punish myself. I knew I’d messed up and regretted it. As time went on and years did I used it as a way to remember,” he admitted.

“Remember what?” He looked at you and skimmed your face.

“You—us.” Your eyes met his, and he knew this was the moment that would dictate everything moving forward. He decided to go for it. Closing the space between you, his lips met yours for a soft peck which turned into another, then another until it turned into a timid kiss, one he could feel your hesitation in.

“We can’t,” you whispered in the middle of the kiss. His forehead pressed to yours.

“Why not?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek and your jaw. He loved your skin.

“Because Ella. Our daughter.” Your eyes were closed.

“So it’s not because you don’t want to? Don’t want me?”

He had to know once and for all.

“Do you want me?” Your counter question had him pulling back but only a little, and enough to look into your eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

“Vixen, you know I want you. How can I not? Jesus, I’ve wanted you for three years.”

The shock on your face was evident. Your lips crashed to his taking lead of a passion-filled kiss, one that stole almost every ounce of his control leaving him with only a tiny sliver. As he was about to deepen the kiss you pulled back.

“Mmm, No. God, Chris. There is a difference between wanting me and wanting this from me,” you expressed. He knew what you meant.

“I know there is. I know the difference. I don’t want this Vixen. I want you.”

Needing you to take the lead, he waited. When your lips met, the kiss was a soft, sensual rapture. Slowly your lips danced, teasing one another, daring each other to let go and have everything they wanted. He didn’t want to think about anything else, not what he should do, or shouldn’t do, not the future. He just wanted to think about you and him right now.

The kiss intensified, and your moan was the first to escape between you. It coaxed his free until the two of you were moaning and relishing in the feel of the beginning of your desire for each other. After several long minutes you slowly fell to your back atop the blankets and stared up at him. He held his breath afraid you’d pull away; instead you grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of you to continue the kiss. That was what he needed for his confidence to take flight. His hand gripped your calf and slid up your leg to the hem of the wet dress.

“You’re shaking,” you whispered. His embarrassment shone on him with his blush. He looked down to his hands that were, in fact shaking.

“I am.”

“Are you cold?” He shook his head, then met your eyes.

“No, not cold.” The moment stretched with you staring at him. He wondered if you understood. You raised his hand to your lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. Using the same hand, he caressed your cheek, down to your jaw, then chin. Using his thumb to softly rub across your bottom lip, he then dipped it inside. You kissed his thumb and never took your eyes off his.

“God, she drives me crazy.”

Your lips met again, but the heat he felt inward crept out as he took control of the frenzied kiss. When he felt your legs part for him he comfortably settled between them and pressed himself against you. You gasped and angled your head back, giving him the leeway he needed to taste your skin. He kissed, licked and sucked your neck as his hand found yours to entwine with. You pulled your hand away to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head. The material dropped to the wooden floor with a wet “splat.”

Your hands were on his chest in seconds, and you slowly took him in. He sat up and allowed you to get your fill. Slowly your hands roamed across his chest, down his abdomen and back again.

“Is it the way you remember?” You smirked and shook your head.

“A lot has changed.” He smiled then lowered to kiss you again. You had lips that needed kissing and kissing often. Your hands at his waist surprised him. When he felt you undoing his belt and pants he nearly lost it. Until this morning, this was just a dream or a nightmare of his. He’d envisioned this so many times over the years, and every time he thought of it he wanted it, but he didn’t feel as if he deserved it.

Your small hands began to urgently pull at his pants. Lifting off his knees he helped you get them off. Once they were at his thighs he broke the kiss, stood, and pulled them off kicking them to the side. You gazed up at him with half lazy eyes, and he’d never wanted anyone more.

“Come here.” You sat up as he dropped to his knees and claimed his lips. You rolled him onto his back and sat on his need. His groan was more forceful than he intended, and it rivaled your moan. Just like that, his need for your rose exponentially. His hands gripped your back then trailed to your hips. Once there he squeezed and got lost in the feel of your full hips in his hands.

When your lips left his and trailed to his neck, your hips began rotating making his need pulsate even more. Your moan said you felt it, and the way your rotations picked up speed said you wanted more. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, and he slowly lowered it as he did, the material loosened on your body. You sat up bit your bottom lip then slipped the straps off your shoulders revealing your bare breasts to him for the first time in years. A stronger man would have laid there marveling at your beauty and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but he was not strong anymore. He had you the woman of his dreams—and nightmares in his arms, and he was filled with more wants than he’d ever had in his life.

Sitting up, he cupped your breast and latched his mouth to one pert nipple. As he did you hugged his head to your chest and arched back. Your moans were like music to his ears, and the louder you got, the more he needed to hear them. Switching to the other he lapped at your flesh and moaned his pleasure. He rolled you onto your back and pressed your hands above your head. The new angle had your breasts poked out for him like they were offerings—offerings he happily accepted adding soft nibbles to your stiff peaks.

“Mmm, Chris!”

Slowly he kissed down the center of your body to your stomach, where he pulled the rest of your dress off. Once he made it to your pelvis he slowly pulled your underwear lower until he saw the tattoo he remembered, the tattoo that was part of his nightly haunting. He dropped a soft kiss to the design then pulled the remainder of the fabric from your body. With you fully bare before him, he thought you looked like a goddess.

He parted your legs and wasted no time dipping his tongue to your sex. At the first touch, you arched your back and gasped loudly. He’d intended to tease you and go slow, but your reaction made it impossible. His tongue had a mind of its own. He flicked and sucked at your bud getting lost in your taste. He was a thirsty man, and your juices were the only thing that could satiate him. With every pass his tongue made you writhed and moaned. When he sucked your flesh into his mouth your thighs clenched together, trapping his head where it was. Feeding off of your pleasure he sped his tongue. You were soon bucking and riding his mouth as your hands gripped his head.

“Fuck, Chris, yes, yes!” When he felt the gush of fluid into his mouth, he slurped at your skin and kept your sex firmly on his mouth though you tried to push his head away and pull yourself free. He wasn’t having it.

“Shit,” you stretched out as your body convulsed.

It was then he tore his lips from yours. When he looked down at you he watched you shake loving the way your breast jiggled and how hard you bit your lip. When your eyes met his, the fire he saw there matched every flame he felt within. He felt your hand grip his length as your eyes fell to his protruding need as it rested on your pubis. Your mouth fell open looking at the part of him he wondered if you had forgotten. He wondered often if you ever thought of him, of it, and touched yourself. Did you ever imagine him on top of you—inside of you.

You positioned him right at your opening, but both of you were frozen as if taking in the moment. He moved forward, intentionally nudging your wet bud with the tip of his dick. You moaned and rolled your eyes back. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful he did it again and again. On the fourth buck of his hips, he slowly slid inside your heat. At the first touch your eyes flew open, latched onto his, and your mouth opened.

Every centimeter he slid in, he felt as if your body both accepted and rejected him. You were tighter than he remembered, and he nearly lost his mind because of it. After sinking halfway into you he pulled back to sink in again, feeding you more and more of him each dip. Once he was fully sheathed, you clung to him while your core squeezed him, sucking him in deeper.

“Fuck, Vixen!”

Of their own accord, his hips began a slow pace that quickly picked up, creating a steady rock that stretched you. Your moans egged him on and made him want more and more of you. The more he wanted, the faster his hips thrust, the faster his hips thrust, the deeper he plowed. It didn’t take long for your moans and grunts to compete against each other and bounce off the walls of the cabin. Your eyes locked onto his and held him captivated.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Dipping down, he kissed you as your bodies collided together taking everything the other offered and giving even more in return. When he felt you clench around him for the third time he almost claimed his release, but he wanted too much and didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay nestled deep inside you for the rest of his life.

“Chris!” Your high-pitched moan brought him out of his head. Your hand latched onto his jaw. He kissed your palm and felt his release quickly approaching. The sight of your bodies connecting was enough to drive him mad. The way your body accepted him was a thing of beauty, and the way you responded to him was pure magic. It had never been like this with anyone—just you.

“Vixen!” That was his only warning as his release claimed him, and he released himself deep inside you. His body shook from the power of it. his grunts fell from him one after the other. Dropping his head onto your shoulder he could barely catch his breath. Holding you tightly, he rolled taking you with him allowing you to lay across his chest. Slowly your bodies stopped shaking, and your breathing evened out. Soon all there was to hear was just nature all around you, but he’d already pressed to memory the sound of you shouting his name as you came. It was a sound he was already addicted to, a sound he knew would haunt him, as would his love for you.

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When Disaster Strikes

Here's my take on March 29th's Modern AU prompt for @rwbyrosegardenweek

It was nine minutes before disaster, and Ruby and Oscar were eight minutes away from their first kiss.

A series of unexpected events started to unfold that morning for this disaster to occur. Headmaster Ozma Pine, Oscar’s father, received a call that preparations for the upcoming school festival were met with questions regarding city regulations that he needed to confirm. Because of this inquiry, Ozpin needed to contact the mayor whom he later called after breakfast. Unfortunately, that same mayor was none other than the headmaster’s ex-wife, Salem, and neither had an amicable relationship post-divorce. This call ruined the good mood she had that morning that lasted well into the afternoon. When her daughter came into her office around lunch to ask to borrow one of her mother’s rare classic cars, Salem met the request with an angry stare, a chiding of her daughter’s poor behavior recently, and a grounding. More annoyed than upset, her daughter ignored her and decided to go over to her father’s house in the evening to borrow what she needed.

Oscar, however, wasn’t privy to any of these events. That morning when his father told him that he would be gone this evening for work, he took it as a chance to invite his longtime crush, Ruby, over to his house to spend time with him. Perhaps he could even muster up the courage to ask her out on a date or confess his feelings for her. This line of thinking was quite common for sixteen-year-old boys.

Ruby, also, wasn’t aware of any of these events. That morning when she met Oscar in their folkloristic class, she offhandedly mentioned that she hadn’t done their latest homework yet and how it would be a great idea if she could do it with someone so she could make sure she get a decent grade. She received what she asked for when Oscar invited her to study after school. Now all she had to do was muster up the courage to ask him out on a date or confess her feelings for him. This line of thinking was also quite common for eighteen-year-old girls.

It was now 5:37 PM. At 5:41 PM, Ruby and Oscar would share their first kiss. A minute after, disaster.

“I’m glad I took up your offer to study together, Oscar,” Ruby said, stretching her arms after jotting her final notes and leaning closer to the boy.

Her closer proximity made the boy flush, but he managed to smile. His confidence was rising. “You don’t have to mention it. I mean… Folkloristics is more my dad’s thing and, well, I never thought I would enjoy it. You, uh, you certainly make the class fun.”

Both of their hearts pounded as they stared at one another. Whatever words they wanted to say were caught tangled at their tongues. Blood rushed to their heads as each admired the other. Fortunately, with their minds too flummoxed, they just allowed instinct to take over. The two would move as one towards each other. Their breathing grew shallow; their eyes closed half-lidded. Their lips crashed into one another like gentle waves at the beach.

For a blissful minute, there was no one else in the world but Ruby and Oscar.

“Wow. You’ve surprised me, Oscar. I never thought you would bring a girl over,” said a sarcastic feminine voice.

Ruby and Oscar pushed each other apart. Standing above the two of them spinning a key ring around her finger was Cinder Fall, smirking down at the two of them with mirth in her eyes.

“CINDER,” Ruby shouted, nearly gasping.

Cinder chuckled. “Ruby Rose. Did you enjoy kissing my little brother?”

“Ruby, we came as soon as we heard about you having an emergency,” Weiss shouted as she barged into Ruby’s room with Blake in tow and nodding along.

Yang greeted them from her lax position on Ruby’s couch. “You’re just in time. Just wait until you get a load of what Ruby just went through.”

Weiss and Blake glanced at one another, then to Yang, and finally on Ruby who looked dead on her bed with a pillow firmly hugged against her. Her eyes seemingly spiraled with despair and confusion.

“Well? What’s the emergency?” Weiss asked, taking a seat at Ruby’s desk. “You know I had to cancel my club activities.”

“I had to leave Ilia in charge for the protest we had planned at city hall,” Blake said, sitting on the couch beside Yang.

“Oh, dope. What for, Blake?” Yang asked.

“Nothing big, but they recently passed a regulation where—”

Weiss loudly coughed into her fist. “Girls, no time for that. Ruby. Emergency. What happened?”

Yang grinned and let out a loud giggle. “Well, I’ll go ahead and tell since Ruby is being all sulky. What happened was—” A pillow struck her face.

“Shut up, Yang. I’ll tell everyone,” Ruby said morosely, rising from her bed with dull eyes of torment.

What followed was a summary of events that codified the beginnings of a romantic comedy. She retold everyone how she made a mortal foe with Cinder Fall, her upperclassman in the Archery Club. Their rivalry was the stuff of legends that involved defeating their good friend, Pyrrha, in her last competition before she transferred schools, thus totally bumming their friend circle out. And how she totally ruined the farewell party with Penny who was going home for her foreign exchange program with her gang of ne’er-do-wells who cheated their win against Penny in Dance Dance Revolution. Ruby also told her friends of how she met a wonderful boy named Oscar Pine who got into school early like her at the start of the new semester after her two good friends left and how he was so cute. She told them how she was falling completely head over heels for him because of how sweet and caring and thoughtful he was. This particular segment lasted for thirty minutes and thoroughly annoyed her sister and two friends.

Finally, she revealed how during a study session at Oscar’s house earlier that afternoon, it was revealed that his older sister was none other than Cinder!

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on.” Weiss stood up, crossing her arms. “Are you telling me I had to skip out on my extracurricular because it turns out your boyfriend is related to your rival?”

“He’s not my boyfriend… yet,” Ruby protested.

Blake groaned as she allowed the couch to consume her. “Ruby, I know it’s your first boyfriend and all, but you shouldn’t freak out just because your boyfriend has relatives you don’t like. Or vice versa, even.”

“Oh right, I remember you telling me how Adam’s parents were, like, the sweetest couple ever,” Yang said. “How’d the two of them get such a jackass of a son…”

Frustrated, Ruby groaned. “None of that is the point! I don’t mind if Oscar is related to Cinder! What I mind is that I totally smack talked about her all the time in our previous conversations! I outright completely hated her and said super mean things behind her back to her little brother!”

Weiss, Blake, and Yang paused.

“Shit. You got a point there, sis,” Yang admitted.

“Ruby totally hates me now!” Oscar shouted, panicked hands grabbing at his horror-stricken face.

Cinder, meanwhile, helped herself to the snacks left on the table. There were many words that could describe Cinder. Beautiful. Conniving. Gorgeous. Terrifying. Ambitious. Unfortunately, sympathetic wasn’t one of them. If you were able to crack open her mind, you would see mostly images of her ruthlessly showing up Neo and those ugly twins later tonight at Junior’s club with her new dress and car.

“You’re being overly dramatic, Oscar,” she said breezily.

Oscar turned and faced her, looking exasperated. Their relationship was complicated, but they didn’t hate each other like their parents did. “Cinder, Ruby absolutely despises you after what you did to her and all her friends. I’m your brother. She’s going to hate me.”

Cinder would have snorted, but wouldn’t do well for her image. Instead she opted to just roll her eyes. “Look. What she and I have doesn’t have any bearing on what you do with her. Not to mention, I saw the way she looks at you. The girl is smitten.”

“…she is?”

“Focus, boy.” Cinder snapped her fingers. “Besides, if she does end up hating you just because of me, she wasn’t worth your time anyway. Besides, Neo likes you. Maybe? In a dom sort of way, I guess? I could introduce you to her if things with Ruby don’t work out.”

“But you hate Neo.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Of course I do. That mute thinks she’s better than me. I will admit she’s gorgeous though, and you deserve at least that.”

Oscar sighed and shook his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll… I don’t know, call Ruby and ask her if she hates me or something.”

Cinder sighed and grabbed Oscar by the wrist, pulling him as she made her way towards the garage. Little known fact about Cinder Fall was that despite her appearances and her ruthlessness, she did have a few weaknesses. When Oscar resigned himself to an awkward phone call, he inadvertently made his lips pout and his eyes went downturn looking up. Deep within the cold, unfeeling heart of his older sister, Oscar somehow managed to unfreeze a little bit of actual human kindness with a simple, unintentional puppy dog look.

“I’m taking you to Rose’s house, and you’re going to talk it over with her. Then you’ll clear things up by making out,” Cinder declared as she forced Oscar into their father’s muscle car.

“Um, Cinder. Why are you being so nice to me?”

Cinder stared dead ahead as the garage door slowly rose, letting the glare of the sunset burn her eyes and clear her mind with pain. “Because I need you to help me with dad once he figures out I took his car.”

Cinder lied as easily as she breathed.

Ping!

[It’s Cinder.]

Ping!

[Rose. I’m coming over to your house.]

Ping!

[Don’t bother asking how I know where you live. Of course I do.]

Yang whistled appreciatively as she read the latest text messages that sprung up on Ruby’s phone. She had relinquished her phone to her older sister in a vain attempt to stop herself from texting Oscar and further worsening the situation. In another timeline in which Ruby kept her phone on her and did text Oscar, things were a lot better and the misunderstanding would’ve resolved a mere thirty minutes after Ruby ran off in panic from his house. Unfortunately, this was not that timeline.

“Is it Oscar, Yang?” Blake asked curiously as she watched Ruby continued to rant and rave about her misfortune as Weiss patted her on the back in comfort while bored out of her wits.

“Nah, it’s Cinder,” Yang answered, chuckling. “Classic big sister move she’s doing. I think she’s going to come over and beat Ruby up for laying her lewd hands all over her little brother. It’s what I would do.”

Blake grinned. “Oh? Why aren’t you doing the same then?”

“You’ve met Oscar, Blake! The kid is a total sweetheart. I’m more afraid of Ruby hurting him.”

“Hey! I heard that,” Ruby shouted, her cheeks puffed up by the insult. “I definitely would not hurt Oscar.”

“You punched him in the schnoz when the two of you trained with Qrow.”

“Yeah, well—”

CRASH!

The girls yelped as a rock came crashing through the window.

“Cinder, are you crazy?! You didn’t have to throw a rock!”

That was Oscar.

“Rose! Come on out. I brought Oscar with me.”

That was Cinder.

Ruby turned to her sister and two friends, unsure what to do. Weiss looked panicked as she stared at the broken shards of glass now on the floor. Blake looked equally as shocked, but not that shocked, that Cinder literally threw a rock through Ruby’s window. Meanwhile, Yang gave Ruby a thumbs up and motioned for her to go downstairs.

“I got your back, Ruby. If Oscar’s here, you probably are just going to talk! I’ll watch your back if Cinder tries anything while Weiss and Blake cleans up the mess,” Yang said as a matter of fact.

“We will?” asked the two volunteered for clean-up duty.

“Do Ruby a solid, you two. This is her first romance! What’s a broken window or two?”

“Adam literally jumped through a window to chase after me when I dumped him, Yang.”

“See! It’s completely normal!”

“Fine, I’ll clean it up. But only because it is so unsafe to leave broken glass here,” Weiss groused.

Despite her nerves and the erratic pounding of her heart in her chest, Ruby nodded bravely and started her descent downstairs. When she opened her front door, she found Cinder leaning against a car parked by the sidewalk and Oscar nervously gazing at her. With a roll of her eyes and a kick, Cinder pushed Oscar forward. The two slowly closed the distance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said nervously, her fingers steepling together.

“Um… hey Ruby,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

Neither two knew what to say. It was to be expected, after all. The two were completely inexperienced when it came to romance. For Ruby, she didn’t quite know romance very well. Her family was a confusing chart of relations that involved too much melodrama. For Oscar, he only read books about romance. There was also his parents, but their enmity towards each other was legendary. However, at least they knew one thing. The person right in front of them was someone they really, really liked.

“I’m sorry!” “Sorry!”

Ruby and Oscar paused and stared at each other as they both apologized at the same time. Oscar smiled sheepishly and gestured for Ruby to go first.

“Oscar, I’m so sorry when I ranted to you in the past of how much I didn’t like your sister. You must have been so hurt that someone was saying horrible things about your family.” Ruby sighed and stared longingly at Oscar. ‘Goodbye my first love story.’

However, the boy blinked owlishly at the apology and asked, “Wait. You don’t hate me?”

“How could I ever hate you, Oscar? You’re so kind and thoughtful. You’ve helped me out so much even when starting college was all new to you. Meanwhile, all I ever did for you was just vent my worries.”

“Ruby, don’t ever apologize for having feelings. I told you before that I’m there for you, and I mean it. I was afraid you now hated me for being related to Cinder. It’s not the first time I’ve been treated differently just because of someone I was related to.”

It was if death no longer hung over the two. They then relaxed into one another’s embrace, hugging each other as relief filled them to the brim.

“So… that kiss we had? Does that mean we’re together now?” Oscar asked into her soft, red hair.

Ruby laughed into his shoulder. “Of course, silly.”

One hour and thirty-seven minutes after disaster, Ruby and Oscar found their happy ending.

“Um… Oscar. Cinder just drove off.”

“She does that.”

“Then would you like to stay for dinner?”

“I would love to.”

Twenty-three minutes after Ruby and Oscar found their happy ending, a tired Taiyang and Qrow would come home. One minute after that, after the two entered the living room where Ruby and Oscar explored their relationship in newfound romantic territory, disaster struck once more.

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