#her trying to play Future Days but she can’t because she couldn’t let go and it tore her hand apart (figuratively AND literally)

[evergreensnowqueen]

Crying over TLOU2 again don’t text

[patscorner]

kate fic idea ! okay so you and kate have been best friends since you can remember, but something happens around third grade were you had to move away. a few years later (towards college or so) you guys reconnect (bc yall decided to apply to the same college) then it ends up on them going on a date and kissing 🙏🏽

will do! 🫡

ALL OF THE ABOVE

Summary: You and Kate grew up together, but when you move across the country, you lose contact with her forever. Or so you think.

wc: 2,339 (she's a long one, buckle up folks)

Contains: mentions of alcohol, nothing...?

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For as long as you can remember, you have always had a best friend. Whether it was your first imaginary friend, your dog, or your brother. One of the most memorable of them all, though, was a short, dirty blonde girl in your third grade.

Kate was assigned as your table partner in art. Even as an eight-year-old, you knew she was the prettiest girl you’d ever laid eyes on. You both instantly clicked, bonding over favorite colors and working on your math problems together.

You both would play outside in recess together, swinging on the swings, or you’d play in the dirt while Kate played with a basketball. You guys were instantly each other’s ride or die, going to one another’s houses for sleepovers almost every weekend. Even throughout the seventh grade girl drama (canon event), and even after both of your friend groups crashed and burned, you two stood strong.

But sometimes things happen that you can’t control, like your parents separating in the middle of your eighth grade year. When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your dad decided to return to his hometown and move across the country to Iowa, taking you and your brother with him.

You’ve never fought anything harder. You spent most of your time screaming at your dad and begging him to let you stay. When he kept refusing, you eventually accepted the fact that you were leaving. Leaving everything behind, your childhood home, your memories, your best friend.

At the time, the hardest thing you’d ever done was tell Kate you were leaving. You were in tears the whole time, even before you told her. She’d looked at you with worry and concern before embracing you, telling you that no matter what it was, she’d be there for you.

That’s the moment you knew you had fallen in love and that there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

After you told her, you both cried together, vowing to write everyday (this was before you guys owned phones), and promising to never forget each other.

And that’s exactly how it started out. You wrote to her everyday, filling her in on everything that was happening in your first year of high school. And she’d write back, telling you about how she made the basketball team.

But soon, she started getting busy with all the media attention on the sophomore star, and your letters every day turned into nothing at all. You kept writing to her, but you never got anything back, even after you told her you got a phone.

You figured it was because you both got busy, but you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that she didn’t write to you back. Eventually, you distracted yourself with finding your love for soccer and her, creating her future in women’s basketball.

You wouldn’t say you forgot her, because how could you? But you didn’t think about her much anymore, and she fell to the back of your mind. You’d moved on with your life, and you were certain she did, too.

Eventually, you graduated and got a full ride to the University of Iowa because of your amazing talent in soccer. Little did you know that a year later, so would Kate. Of course, hers was for basketball, but the same campus nonetheless.

You lay on your bed, watching old soccer highlights, trying to see if you could predict the plays and the fouls before they happen. You look up as you hear your dorm door open and watch as your two roommates drunkenly stumble in. One of your roommates, Sarah, fumbles with the keys before dropping them and leaning on your other roommate, Devon, doubling over in laughter. You roll your eyes and close your laptop. Guess we’re done with that for now.

“What happened to ‘not getting too drunk’?” You asked with raised eyebrows, helping Devon, who is much more drunk than Sarah, to the bed. She mumbles incoherent words, so you look up at Sarah to translate as you take Devon’s shoes off.

Sarah shrugged. “The football team showed up. They’re the life of the party.” She slurs the last bit and then covers her mouth before rushing to the bathroom.

You shake your head as you turn back to Devon, who’s staring down at you. “You’re hot as fuck.” she mumbles.

“You’re drunk, and you have a girlfriend.” You say. You’re far too familiar with Devon when she’s intoxicated. All she does is flirt with people, whether her girlfriend is in the room or not. Luckily, most people on the Iowa campus know her and who her girlfriend is, and they know to stay away, not engaging or encouraging any of her behavior.

“Cait is so annoying.” Devon whines. “She didn’t wanna come to the party with me.” she throws her head back on the pillows, flinging her legs on the bed when you finish taking her shoes off.

“Or.” You grab her a water bottle from the fridge before opening it and making your way back to her. “She has a game tomorrow and doesn’t wanna play hungover.”

You’d been to a couple of Caitlin’s games, and it’s even more amazing to watch her play in person (she’s also fine as hell, but you’d rather keep your life, so this one stays in your head). And with your brother being on the college baseball team, he’d go to many sports events, whether it be basketball, football, women’s basketball, or baseball itself.

Devon sighs before taking the water from you, practically drinking all of it before handing the mostly empty bottle back to you. You put a blanket over her before making your way to check on Sarah.

Opening the door, you notice that she’s taking her makeup off and her hair down. “Oh, shit, you’re all good then?” you say, surprised to see her standing. She turns to you and nods. “Unlike Ms girl in there, I can hold my liquor.” You laugh and turn to leave.

“Oh, you comin’ to the game tomorrow?” Sarah asked, turning to look at you. You sigh deeply before shaking your head. “Nah, I gotta study.”

“Bitch, you’ve studied for like three days, you’re gonna burn yourself out. You’re allowed a break.” Sarah says in a light-hearted manner but you can tell she wasn’t all the way kidding. She wasn’t all the way wrong either. You’d been studying relentlessly for a test in your business class, and gave yourself little room for a break.

“Come on, a small break isn’t gonna kill you.” Sarah persisted. You sigh defeatedly. “Fine.”

She grins widely, already planning outfits to put you in. You shake your head at her antics, when in reality, it was one of your favorite things about her.

Guess you're going to a game tomorrow.

Big mistake. You completely forgot that it was the first home game of the preseason, so the stadium was packed. The people looked like little bees, swarming around in their yellow and black jerseys.

But you and your roommates made sure to take shots before you left the apartment, so the alcohol eased your nerves a little. Since your brother was a baseball player and your roommates girlfriend was Caitlin fucking Clark, you guys had scored courtside seats, right behind the coaching staff.

You shuffle into the aisle, pulling your short black dress down as you settle in. You sit down, and turn your attention to the court. The teams are doing warm ups, and you watch as they do layups. One girl catches your eye, her dirty blonde hair tied back into her signature braid. She looks painfully familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it.

That is until she turns around to sit on the bench , and you get a good look at her last name.

Martin.

Your jaw drops in shock, as your brain tries to process all the emotions that hit you at once. On one hand, you’re pissed that she left you in the lurch, but on the other hand… she’s Kate, and Kate is your best friend, someone who you once didn’t think you could live without.

She’s sitting in front of you, conversing with Caitlin. You obviously couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you’re an expert at reading lips (thanks to your parents), and you make out the word ‘single’, to which Kate nods her head at.

For whatever reason, this made your heart tingle, hope flashing through your mind. Maybe things could go back to how they were.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Sarah nudging your shoulder. “Stop staring, girl, you’re gonna burn a hole into her head.” she teased. You bit your lip as your cheeks flushed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mutter unconvincingly. You knew you weren’t being subtle, but at this point, you didn’t care. Your best friend, your first actual best friend, was seated no more than 15 feet in front of you.

Sarah rolls her eyes at your stubbornness. “C’mon bro, you're practically drooling.”

You shake your head. “I know her.” is all you say. Sarah shakes her head, giggling at your antics. “Yeah, everyone does. Her high school stats are off the charts.” You nod, although you’re not surprised. You’d watch Kate play in middle school, and she was a beast then, so you could only imagine what a powerhouse she was now.

And you were right. Kate and Caitlin dominated the entire game, piggy-backing off of each other, getting assist after assist. Whether it was Caitlin passing it behind-the-back to Kate, or Kate doing a no-look pass to Caitlin. The stadium was louder than you’ve ever heard it, most of the ruckus coming from the student section as they cheered on the freshman and their beloved Caitlin Clark.

The duo scored a total of 98 points together, and along with the rest of the team, Iowa won with 112 points, beating the opposing team by 67 points. The crowd storms the court, and you sit and watch as thousands of people in yellow and black attire swarm the players.

You and your roommates stay behind, as Devon waits for the people to clear out so she can hug her girlfriend. Eventually, most of the audience cleared out, only a couple of fans lingering. You take a deep breath as your roommates stand and make their way to Caitlin and Kate, who are laughing about something together.

Kate’s laughter is like music to your ears, a sound that almost makes you cry as an overwhelming amount of memories of hearing that beautiful noise every day swarm your brain.

You stand a little farther back as Devon goes up and hugs her girlfriend from behind, eliciting a yelp from a startled Caitlin. Caitlin turns around, hugging her girlfriend before kissing her passionately. You’d be disgusted, but you're far too distracted because at this point, the attention from Kate is on you.

You both stared at each other for a second before she spoke. “Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked. Her voice is just as amazing as you remembered it to be, only slightly deeper. You smiled nervously as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“I’d hope so. My brother used to drive to take us to the Phillips gas station, and you’d force him to buy you Skittles.” You smile as you watch her eyebrows furrow before they light up with excitement, just like they used to.

“No fucki-” she cuts herself off by jumping on you. Your hands go instinctively to catch her, hooking your hands under her thighs. Kate buries her face in your neck, squealing as she squeezes you as if you’ll disappear if she lets go.

“I can’t believe…there’s- how are you here right now?” She asked as she pulled away from your neck. You’re still holding her, and you know for a fact that if you weren’t in shape, you’d be tired, but because of the workouts your coach has you doing, you’re able to hold her with ease.

“After the move, I got into soccer… it turns out I was pretty good, and they gave me a scholarship.” You say, looking up at her. She grins at you. “That’s amazing! After you stopped sending me letters, I assumed you had forgotten about me.”

Your eyebrows furrow at this. “Wait, what? No, I kept sending you stuff, I just stopped getting stuff back, so I just thought you got busy.”

She shakes her head. “I never got any of them.”

“Really?”

“Not one.”

You shake your head as you put her down. “I don’t know why, I wrote to you every day.” Her arms stayed around your neck as your hands navigated to her waist, resting there as you two looked at each other.

Kate bites her lips in thought but shakes her head, pulling you into a hug. “Doesn’t matter. I’m so happy you're here.” Your heart swells at this, hearing those words healed every single ounce of doubt about her that you’d ever had. She didn’t forget about you, she was in the same boat as you, waiting for a response. For years.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You whisper, finally letting tears fall. Kate hears the way your voice shakes and pulls away. She looks at you with sympathy.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers. You shake your head, shaking off her apology. “Not your fault.”

She smiles at you, and you're both looking in each other's eyes for a moment.

Everything freezes. This is the girl you grew up with. The girl who kicked the boy who purposely stepped on your brand new kicks with his muddy shoes. This was the girl who made fun of you for your shitty spelling, the girl who made you feel at home, even while yours was falling apart.

You look in her eyes and you realize home is not always a place. Sometimes home is a person.

Your rock. Your home. Your person.

And she is all of the above.

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taglist: @bueckerslover @wintersstan @lilia22hicks @fake-intelligences @breeloveschris

[dami-anne-damn]

CookieSized!Beast Cookies x HumanSized!Reader

Cuddling Head-cannons!

Shadow Milk Cookie:

He’s super into cuddling, but only when he wants too. Like, man is clingy in the same way a cat is.

He would totally want to crawl up the inside of your sleeve like a gremlin and curl up on your chest.

Speaking of chest, that’s his favorite place to snuggle up too, either that or your face. Specifically your cheek since he’s tiny. (He likes to be a presence you can’t ignore.)

If you love cuddles prepare to be absolutely smothered in them. He wants to be all you can focus on in this world, and allowing him to cling to you is an opportunity he just can’t pass up.

If you don’t like cuddles then you are fresh outta luck because he does not care. It doesn’t matter to him how large you are, or how intimidating you can be. He’s snuggled up to you and he’s comfortable. Plus… since when were you in charge?

Like, if you’re resting he’s all up in your business, IMMEDIATELY. If you try to push him away enough times, he’ll walk off in a fake huff talking about ‘diva(s)’. But once you finally fall asleep he’s right back where he wants to be.

Ironically enough if you try to cuddle up to him without his prompting, he’ll play hard to get. Might even bat your hand away too- (well, as much as a itty-bitty cookie his size can to a human).

When he’s cuddled up on your chest, sometimes he’ll worm his way up to your ear. He’ll begin to whisper things, things he couldn’t possibly know. Tidbits about your day you never told him, stuff that has yet to happen, knowledge on how to help you succeed in future endeavors. You are normally asleep by the time this advice comes, so why does he do this?

Is it the joy he feels knowing that he has all the answers you need and all the control to tell you only when you’re not listening? Or is it something else? Only he has the answer to that.

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Mystic Flour Cookie:

She’s definitely not clingy, but she doesn’t mind it when you two cuddle.

I imagine since she’s the Beast of Apathy she is quite neutral about where she lays in accordance to you in bed. You could have her in your arms, your hands, heck probably even on the top of your head and she’d be ok with it.

She won’t admit this, but her favorite way to cuddle is with your head in her lap and her hand in your hair. Yes, you are still human sized. Also yes, she is still cookie sized. (You guys make it work though.)

Love cuddles or hate cuddles, she couldn’t care either way. Calm and composed, she decides when and when not to allow you to breach her personal space.

Although, if you do catch her off guard with a pick up and cuddle attack from behind. Even if she may not show it immediately, she doesn’t like when people just take what they want from her. Expect the cold shoulder.

On rare occasions, Mystic Flour can and will ask to be held. There’s something unusual about her tone, something more..alive.

When you have long since fallen asleep, she finds her hand stroking your hair absentmindedly. She then slowly lowers her body to lay against your head, all of HER own volition. For cuddling you was her choice, not your will. Hers.

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Burning Spice Cookie:

Normally, I would never think that Burning Spice would go for cuddles. Too boring and stagnant for his tastes.

But if you did manage to get him to cuddle, you bet you had to earn that. And it wasn’t easy. So if you like fighting tooth and nail for the right to cuddle, then Burning Spice is your man!

Battle against him, he doesn’t care how large and fleshy you are. He wants a fight, he needs a fight. If you want to cuddle The Great Destroyer, then show him you can handle it! (This is an every night before bed thing too).

Finally you win—(because let’s be honest..he’s like what, 3 inches tall?) —and now you’ve earned the right to cuddle. Burning Spice’s favorite place to cuddle is right against your stomach or heart, things he can hear.

Sometimes during these sessions, you can catch a glimpse of Burning Spice’s face, it looks empty as he listens to your body work and breathe. You wonder whats going though his head.

But as soon as it’s there, it’s gone and is replaced with his usual scowl as he loudly exclaims how ‘bored’ he is with the current situation.

As I’ve already explained, if you want cuddles Burning Spice is definitely going to play hard to get. Much like Shadow Milk in that sense. But on another note, much like Mystic Flour he doesn’t care if he gets cuddles or not. (If anything he seems to project more no than yes. But if that’s really true, why does he still offer to fight you each night?)

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Eternal Sugar Cookie:

Are you a couch potato with big emotions?! Do you like to cuddle?! Then maybe you should consider getting yourself an Eternal Sugar Cookie to keep you company!

They are a MASSIVE cuddle monster, (they might even be clinger than Shadow Milk in this sense) you’re like a big warm pillow! They are perched or nestled somewhere on you from 24/7 to eternity.

Their favorite place to cuddle is curled up on your neck. Wings draped over the sides of your shoulders in a sort of possessive hug. Feeling your pulse.

If you like cuddles Eternal Sugar is definitely a provider, and is pretty good at making you feel right at ease. I could imagine them curled up, tangled in your hair and lazily strumming at their lyre with droopy eyes.

Being the Beast of Sloth, I could see them using their power to perhaps make you feel a bit more lethargic than usual.

After a while with Eternal Sugar you might start missing your morning alarm, sleeping in, missing breakfast, lunch, maybe even dinner too…a couple days go by…wait, how long have you been sleeping for again?

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Silent Salt Cookie:

Tbh, I see this cookie as very hit or miss when it comes to cuddle time. Either they’re all in on some nice quiet quality time or they want absolutely nothing to do with it.

If they are into it I could see them liking sleeping tangled up in your legs (keeps you from moving too much) or I could see them resting in your hands, especially if you sleep with them curled up to your face.

Don’t expect any kind of talk though, if you start yapping while you two are snuggled up close they’ll just end up getting up and walking away. It’s silence or nothing. (And if you talk in your sleep, just forget about it.)

If they are not in the mood for cuddles, don’t try and convince them. Begging and pleading will only serve to annoy this beast. You gotta let them come to you, like a stray cat you gotta earn the trust of before they come inside your home.

On the days you guys cuddle, if you stay really quiet and still, you can feel Silent Salt press into you almost longingly. Is it despair? Is it loneliness? Want, need? It’s impossible to tell which emotion the beast is feeling with that helmet on. All you can guess is that they are comfortable in the palms of your hands. That’s all that matters…right?

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Fin and thank you for reading!

[pt2change]

my only one — park jihyo

pairing: mom!jihyo x mom!reader

genre: parents au, fluff, jihyo gets jealous, and it’s ceo!jihyo, she’s a hardworking woman, but always makes time for her family: ’))

word count: 1,060

↣ jihyo masterlist

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it’s honestly not jihyo’s fault that she has to work on jay’s first day of kindergarten……

she was supposed to have the day off but things happened at the office and now she HAS to go in

but she put on a brave face and acted like it didn’t matter

……

but it did!!!!!

in fact she even cried out of frustration while she showered

she was missing her son’s first ever day of school

jihyo saw him in the morning before leaving and she just couldn’t bare the thought of missing him when he gets out in the afternoon :(

you and jihyo lived a few streets down from the school, so you ended up walking jay to school in the morning

you told jihyo that you were able to pick him up again when he gets out

which was fine but jihyo hoped she would make it out early

it’s 3pm when jihyo finds herself parked in front of the school waiting for you and jay so you could all ride home together

she leans on outside of her car after receiving your text about being at the entrance of the school waiting for the bell to ring

and minutes later the bell rings and jihyo spots jay walking out with his large backpack on

jihyo just can’t help but smile to herself when she sees the backpack bouncing up and down on his shoulders

or how his hair is ruffled compared to how nice and sleek it was this morning

or how he’s talking and laughing with another boy who jihyo assumes must be is a classmate

as jihyo looks past her son, shortly behind him is you, and her heart begins to flutter

you and jihyo met during a college class you both shared, and it took you both a while to come to terms with your feelings for each other and begin dating

3 years later and jihyo decided to propose, and that’s where you both are now; happily married with a little boy

and jihyo couldn’t be happier with how her future turned out

you were glowing, having your eyes set on your son as you talked with a man…

a man who jihyo can only assume was the father of the other boy jay was playing with

jihyo leans off her car and crosses her arms

and when you bend over slightly to hear what jay is trying to you amongst all the commotion of the other kids yelling and laughing

that’s when jihyo notices the man eyeing you up and down….

jihyo feels a hint of jealousy and anger because he totally just checked you out…..

and you turn back to the man to speak to him quickly, jay looks around and sees jihyo standing by her car

jay’s entire face lights up, “mommy!”

and jihyo pouts and feels her heart flutter again at the sight of her son running towards her

she squats down, opening her arms in time for jay to cling onto her, “hi baby”

she wraps her arms around jay and his tiny hands latched onto the back of jihyo’s shoulders

you smile to yourself as you watch from a distance

as you watch your wife and son hug, you notice jihyo staring at you

so you say goodbye to the man you had been making small conversation with and begin walking towards jihyo and jay

jihyo glares over to the tall man who’s holding his child’s hand

….. and he is checking out your ass as your walking towards her

jihyo’s focus changes when she hears your voice, “i thought it was just gonna be me picking him up”

and jihyo hikes jay on her hip, “i couldn’t miss the chance of picking him up on his first day”

she tickles his side making him giggle uncontrollably

right when you get closer to jihyo, she uses her spare hand to pull you in and gives you a hard, deep kiss

you laugh against her lips and and tap her on the shoulder, pushing her away slightly

your cheeks heat up, “hey, there’s people watching!”

jihyo lowers her hand to your waist, and grins “good”

and that’s when you put 2 and 2 together

“oh my god,” you cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, “you’re jealous”

jihyo shakes her head no, but you raise your eyebrows at her

she smacks her lips together, “he was staring at your ass!”

there’s a small gasp from jay’s mouth, “ooo, mommy said a bad word”

you open your lips and look back and forth between your wife and son

you furrowed your eyebrows, “yeah, mommy’s gonna be in trouble for saying a bad word”

jihyo faces jay, “oh you’re gonna snitch on me, huh?”

she tickles him again, and he squirms out of her grip and runs over to you holding your hand

you walk with jay to the back of the car and open the door, buckling him in

jihyo closes the car door, and right before she walks over to the drivers side you grab her by the hips

you kiss her softly, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulders

you pull away from her soft lips and smile at her, “don’t be so jealous, babe. no one can ever make me feel the way you do.”

jihyo pecks your cheek, “you’re gonna make it up to me later.”

you nodded getting into the passenger seat, and jihyo makes her way around to the drivers side

and just before she gets in, she waves at the other parent who you had been speaking to.

……..

………

when it’s 11 pm and you and jihyo are laying next to each other in bed, she presses your side

“so what did you two talk about?”

you jokingly roll your eyes, “oh my god, you’re so jealous, it’s not even funny anymore.”

jihyo lays her arm over your abdomen, “but i just want to kn-”

she stops talking when you’ve turned to face her

“you know what?” you reach over to her give her a peck on the cheek

you move down to her neck and start kissing it slowly, “i’m pretty sure i have to make it up to now, huh?”

and you place kisses all over her neck and shoulders

“mmhm, you do”

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @welcometololaland, @heartstringsduet, @strandnreyes @whatsintheboxmh - thank you!

Sorry I've been MIA the last week or so - work was insane, and then there was a friend's multi-day wedding thing going on (A+ wedding, would let her plan all future weddings I go to). Also, please bear in mind I have not actually had a chance to see the episode yet, because see above about A+ wedding related shenanigans.

But ....

He’s late to Elian’s birthday. He didn’t mean to be. He never means to be late these days. “I just need to stop by the station," he said this morning as they were getting ready. He'd caught the way TK’s lips tightened, but all he’d said was. “I’ll come with you." “No, baby, you’ll just have to sit in the car.  That’s no fun.” TK eyebrows had gone sky high.” I’m not allowed in the station anymore?” “That’s not what I mean.“ TK’s muttered, “are you sure?” is just soft enough that he ignores it. And now he’s late, the one thing he wanted to check turned into five things and then a conversation with Campbell and a lead to check on.  It wasn’t wasted time.  But by the time he makes it back out to his car there are two messages from TK on his phone — a few months ago he thinks there would have been more, and he’s not sure when TK decided to stop trying so hard to get him to come home.  There are messages from his mother and sister too. He ignores them and sends TK a text / on my way /. Doesn’t get a response, which makes sense — he’s at Elian's party, probably helping Ana, or letting the kids use him like a personal jungle gym.  The party is still going strong when he pulls up to Ana’s house, but the look she gives him when he walks in is unimpressed. His mother looks worried, and all TK says is, “You made good time, light traffic?” “Yes. “  Smiles at Elian who has appeared at TK's elbow, “Happy birthday!” The eyebrow Ana gives him promises a longer conversation, and he’d be grateful that Luisa couldn’t make it out from LA, but he’s sure Ana will fill her in on all the ways he’s failing to live up to their father’s standard. Their father had never missed a birthday, or play, or recital. He doesn’t understand how. Wishes he could ask.  He can tell TK's pissed when they leave from the set of his shoulders, isn’t sure if it’s better or worse that they’d come in separate cars and can’t drive home together. Manages to catch him before TK gets in his car. “Hey, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.“ “I figured.” “I’ll make it up to Elian. He probably didn’t even notice I was late there were so many people here.” “He’s 8,” TK says flatly. “He absolutely noticed that his favorite uncle didn’t make it in time for cake and presents.”  Carlos winces, but tries for the joke anyway. “Pretty sure you claimed favorite tio a while ago.”  Regrets it the second he says it.

tagging @freneticfloetry, @carlos-in-glasses, @reyesstrand, and @lemonlyman-dotcom

[poge-life]

Interview where reader’s character is taken to singh’s mansion instead of kiara and reader and drew talk about how interesting it is play enemies even though they’re dating irl

This was the final interview of the day and you couldn’t wait to go home and change out of the dress you were wearing. You and Drew had been in Interviews since 8 this morning and you were running on very little sleep. You and him just got done doing the ‘20 questions with MTV’ and now it was the interview about the new season.

You let out a yawn as you leaned your head on Drew’s shoulder. He placed a kiss on your head before leaning his against yours, placing his hand on your thigh, “This is the last one.”

Lacing your fingers through his, you gave his hand a squeeze, “Any for tomorrow? Just wanna know how much sleep I’m getting.”

“None, I think.” Drew told you as the interviewer sat across from you. She gave you both a smile, which you returned as you sat up, still holding onto Drew’s hand. She had a sympathetic look on her face as she noticed your sleepy state, “I promise we’ll get through this as quick as possible.”

“So, your characters clearly have hostility towards each other on the show,” she started, “and yet, you two are together. Is it hard to act like you don’t get along?”

You looked over at Drew, thinking about your answer as he spoke up, “It was at first. Her and I got along really well when we started filming and since we had most of our scenes together, we spent a lot of time together. I think it’s harder for us now to act like we hate each other just because we know we could never actually be like in real life.”

You brought the microphone up to your mouth as you grinned, “It’s definitely more challenging for us to get through a scene without laughing just because we can’t ever be super serious with each other. I know I struggled a lot at the start trying to get myself to even remotely feel like I hated you just because you’re nothing like Rafe.”

“Thanks, baby.” Drew winked, bringing your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on the back of it

“Do you guys think your characters will get together on the show later on?”

“Honestly? I hope not,” you answered, “Only because I feel like it would be really random just because it’s very obvious Rafe and (y/c/n) hate each other.”

Drew nodded, “Our characters do better not being together. I would like to see them kind of work together, in the future. Whether it be to team up against the Pogues or just them working together.”

“I feel like (y/c/n) would try and kill Rafe in his sleep if they ever got together, just because of how much they don’t get along,” you added with a laugh, “Also, she could never have the same chemistry that Rafe and Barry do.”

[perseephoneee]

I have a request if you are interested? :)

A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact) if anyone reading this would like to turn this into an actual story, I'm totally down for reading it :) if you choose this request, I look forward to reading it. Thank you!!

alright i kind of changed the story idea around a little bit butttt i tried my best *cries*

don't be a stranger (jess mariano x afab!reader)

cw: angsty, unexpected pregnancy, but otherwise fluff??

↳ masterlist  ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist

When you got pregnant, it was…unexpected—not planned whatsoever. You were only sixteen, not ready to raise a kid, of all things. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to give it up. And when your daughter was born, it made all the pain worth it. She was ethereal.

She was three years old now, full of personality, a lover of all things squishy. She preferred to hide behind you in the grocery store than talk to people, but she smiled at every book she saw and pet every dog you passed. Even with all of that, she didn’t have her Dad.

It wasn’t surprising that Jess got freaked out and ran when she was firstborn. You guys were just friends who hooked up, and suddenly you were pregnant. With the way his life went, it didn’t surprise you. But it hurt; it made you so angry you wanted to scream. You endured, though; you had to.

That’s why it was unexpected when an unknown number called you in the middle of the day.

“Hello?” You answered, shoving the phone between your shoulder and head as you finished cutting some carrot sticks for a snack. There was breathing at the other end of the line, and for a second, you worried something nefarious was at play. “I will call the cops—“

“Don’t,” the voice said, the familiar baritone New York accent you had spent years learning. The intonations, the snark—you knew it like the back of your hand.

“Jess?” You guessed, setting down the kitchen knife and holding the phone tightly.

“I, uh….fuck,” you heard him swear on the other line. You didn’t say anything; just let him work out whatever he wanted as you tried your best to control your breath. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“Really,” you deadpanned. “Three years, and that’s all you got?”

“I don’t know what to say to you,” Jess sighed. “I thought I did, but, fuck, hearing your voice…” He didn’t elaborate, but he didn’t have to. You knew all too well. You were experiencing that same feeling right now. “I’m sorry.”

“I…appreciate that,” you coughed.

“I want to see you and…”

“Her, Maria,” you responded. It occurred to you that Jess never learned your kid's name. He wasn’t around long enough for that.

“Maria,” he said, feeling the name around his tongue. I want to try.”

You laughed at that, some of that bubbling anger surfacing in a way you hadn’t felt.

“Why now?” You inquired, your fingers tapping on your cutting board.

“I’m ready now,” Jess said, and you could hear that familiar snark you used to love so much.

“I wasn’t ready; I just had to deal with it,” you seethed, and it took a deep breath to help you not start yelling. “I didn’t get that choice.”

“I know, god, I’m…sorry.”

You don’t remember the last time Jess ever really apologized for anything.

“You can’t choose to show back up because it’s convenient.”

“Y/N…” his sigh was evident on the other line. “Please, let me be better.”

You were silent for a few moments, contemplating everything—whether it was worth it, whether you wanted to try. You rubbed your eyes as if it would clear your head.

“Lunch,” you sighed. “You get a lunch with us. And only if Maria wants to. It’s her choice whether she wants you in her life or not. Alright?”

“Alright,” the relief was evident in his voice, and you tampered down any softness that might undermine your frustration.

“Alright.”

Lunch happened at Lou’s, a deli you frequented with your daughter. It was public, safe, but neutral territory that helped you see Jess again after so many years. You almost didn’t recognize him when he came in, even though he looked exactly the same. He just seemed…older. You guess you were, too.

Maria was quiet during lunch, picking at her sandwich and sending shy glances towards her father. You didn’t realize that they had the same eyes, the same suspicious furrow of their brow that showed how intelligent they were. You convinced yourself she had none of him at all.

One lunch became two, then three. Then it was routine to get lunch. At some point, it became dinners. Eventually, you let Jess take Maria out, just the two of them. She’d come home with a smile and some book he bought her. He introduced her to the Ramones (you thought she was a little young, but it wasn’t terrible, so you let it pass). She sometimes would mumble the words “Judy is a Punk” to herself while she read.

Jess became such a staple of your life that you allowed yourself to open up to him again. He was writing, getting his GED, and working on opening a publishing press with some friends. He was excited to hear you were still in college and hadn’t given up. He said the saddest thing that could’ve become of you was never realizing your potential. You had to hide your flush when he said it.

One night, when Maria was asleep, and the two of you were picking up toys in the living room, he asked you to move in with him.

“Can you even support that many people?” You scoffed, piling her books on one of the side counters.

“Yes.”

“Why?” you inquired, standing with your hands on your hips. Why was the question that haunted you throughout this entire experience. Why did he call? Why does he care? Why did he leave? Your life was dominated by the second-to-last letter of the alphabet—why?

“You guys are my family,” Jess breathed, fingers twiddling from nerves. You raised a brow, wanting more of an answer. “I had a revelation, after spending time with my Uncle…that I was terrible. I want to be better.”

You took a breath before answering. “Where do you live?”

“Stars Hollow.”

“Where’s that?”

“Connecticut.”

Your eyes bulged from your head, and if you had a drink, you would’ve spit it out.

“Jess!” You exclaimed. “That’s three hours away!”

“I’m aware since I’m the one who travels it,” Jess said, his hands in his pockets, indicating obvious discomfort. You were wrapping your brain around the fact that Jess traveled three hours every week just to get lunch with you—with your daughter—and he had never brought it up. Something shifted in your mind about that. “Look…”

“Jess–”

“I want to try again.”

“Another baby?” you exclaimed, and Jess put a hand up to his face and groaned. 

“No, Jesus Christ,” he swore. He cut you off before you could say anything else. “I was a complete idiot for leaving you, for leaving Maria. I don’t deserve half the kindness you’ve given me, but, fuck, I want to try this…family thing. I want to try with you.” Jess shoved his hands in his pockets, reminding you so much of his teenage self that it was almost painful. “I want to try with us.”

It took you a second to decipher what he was saying, and you felt your eyes widen. You were never actually in a relationship with Jess, just two friends who had drank too much one night. But you always cared. You loved everything in his nature up until he left. With him back, you remembered why you felt so much in the first place. 

“Okay,” you stammer, watching Jess’ eyes widen with disbelief. “Let’s try. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“We hate each other?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you chuckle, and that coaxes a similar laugh out of Jess. You both end up dissolving into laughter, something raw and so unlike the layer of the past that has haunted you guys for the past months. It felt like a dam opening up, everything crashing down but resolving into something tangible. 

A few weeks later, you move to Stars Hollow, your meager items in matching luggage. The college agreed to let you finish your degree online, and you find work at the Dragonfly Inn. The town is much more colorful and friendly than the New York you are used to. Still, you find yourself loving it—just as you find yourself loving Jess, how he responds to your daughter, and the apparent way he’s grown up. 

Yes, it was unexpected. But not unwanted.

[misguidedasgardian]

Blurred Lines / Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your separation with Harwin wasn’t easy, specially with his oldest son hanging around your home 

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, talks about postpartum depression, therapy, Harwin is a c*nt, for reals, like, sorry, I love him, sorry sorry, misogynistic beliefs, body shaming, again, Harwin is not a good person on this… 

Wordcount: X K

Notes: Uff this is a tough one, I never thought I’d write something like this, it quite evolved from Jace’s darkish spicy one shot with Alicent, so it wasn’t really a surprise that it evolved into this actually, jeje well, have fun, and i think that in the future I’ll write the other one too, “the boy next door” muahaha

“She is 21 Harwin! what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“It just happened!”, Jace looked up, almost rolling his eyes at the back of his skull

“She is the same age as your oldest child!”, you whined

 “I never meant for it to get this far..”

“It’s been happening for three months, Harwin!”, your broken voice made him shiver as he played with a rubber ball against the wall of his room

“We haven’t had sex in forever”, he heard his father said

“Because you…”, he raised his head off of his pillow, wanting to heard what she was supposed to say, but he didn’t hear anything else, “I can’t do this”, Jace smiled wickedly

He knew it was a matter of time before his father screwed up the best thing that ever happened to him, well, after he and his brothers

“What do you mean?”, he asked

“I think you should leave”, you whined

“The boys are sleeping in here”, he said

“Tomorrow they go back to Rhaenyra’s, sleep on the couch”, your voice sounded so broken, the only thing he wanted to do was hug you tightly against his chest 

“We can work through this”, he said, so faintly Jace almost missed it

“No we can’t”

“Think of Aerea, she is only two”

“I wish you had thought of her when you were having an affair with your secretary, of all people Harwin, like, really? that cliché?”

“She was there, when you wouldn’t…”, you said nothing, and Jace, even through the wall of his room, could feel the tension rising in the living room, just next door

You were discussing in shushes, but he could still hear you clearly, and smiled about it 

“Say something”

“What would you like me to say?”

“Yell at me, throw something at my head… something…”, he said

“Your sons and our daughter are sleeping under this roof”, you sounded devastated, but he couldn’t hear tears and sobs, and that made it worse

“We can work through this”, he repeated

“No we can’t”, you said back

“We can go to therapy”, he continued

“Harwin, when I was diagnosed with postpartum depression, you wouldn’t go with me”, Jace opened his eyes widely, “In my worst days, you weren’t there in that sofa with me, but now you are willing to go to fix your own fuck up?”

“Please, it will be different this time”, he whispered 

“Don’t touch me”, and then is when Jace got ready to pounce, if his father didn’t relent, he didn't know what was happening, but if he heard you asking him to release you one more time, he was going to jump his own father

“Please, my love”

“You disgust me Harwin, even thinking about touching you makes my skin crawl”

“I’m still me, I’m the same person you married”, he said

“That man died when you told me you didn’t want to touch me five months after Aerea was born, when you confessed, while drunk, that you couldn’t stand looking at my stretch marks, that my postpartum body disgusted you” 

“I didn’t mean any of those things”

“But you did Harwin, you never fucked me again, not for the lack of trying, it was humiliating”... there was an awful silence, in which, Jace couldn’t believe how the fucking planets were aligning for him, “so exactly what is it that you want to salvage? your second failed marriage? too much humiliation for you?”

“No… I love you”, he heard him say, “I realize now I need help, professional help, let’s get therapy…”

“I don’t want to fight anymore Harwin”, you whispered, Jace had to stuck his head to the wall

“Good, me neither”, he said, relieved

“No, I don’t want to fight anymore, for us”

“You don’t want to fight for us?”, he asked back

“No”, Jace could laugh in relief, as his hopes and dreams were suddenly materializing

While your world was crashing down around you

The worst part? as you admitted you didn’t want to forgive him, that you didn’t want to “work” in fixing something you didn't even break yourself, you saw in your soon to be x-husband, the pain and heartbreak

Harwin had always been so easy to read, his eyes said it all, not that his mouth didn’t. If he was happy you could tell, in the way he talked, and moved, if he had a rough day at work (which he hadn't in the last couple of months), you would have known before he even opened the door, only the slam on his own car door would tell you in what mood he was in, even as he opened the door and stepped in to the house.

And now? he looked completely devastated, as you told him you didn’t want to forgive him, that you didn't want to “work things out”

“You are going to throw it all away?”, he asked

“You did Harwin, when you started to fuck your 21 year-old secretary, of all people”, you whined, “like, really? she could be your daughter”

“I did it because… I was stressed, she was there, we haven’t been… intimate, since a long time”, you where whispering now, your temper had subsided, and it was true, you had your daughter, and Harwin’s kids from his first marriage sleeping in your home, you couldn’t wake them 

“How do you expect me to be intimate with you Harwin?”, you asked, eyes filling with tears of anger and humiliation, “after what you said to me that night?”

“I was drunk”

“Even if you were, actions speak louder than words don’t they? you were the one who rejected me at every turn for the past year, only started fucking me again when you started doing your secretary, its disgusting” 

Your eyes traveled to the papers you had printed, that harlot had the audacity of emailing you texts and conversations between them.

The fact is, that you had grown apart from your husband after Aerea was born, you got into a deep postpartum depression, you didn’t want to leave the house, you had to admit, you let yourself go, and Harwin wasn’t there, he didn’t even believed in therapy, and wouldn’t go with you as much as you had implored him to.

But you found comfort in your daughter, and when she started growing into a beautiful, kind, smart, calm little girl, you wanted to think you flourish again, you began cooking for yourself and Harwin, no more takeout, you stopped wearing sweats, you started moving move, your body slowly coming back to where it was, but it hasn't yet, you had made your peace, he hadn't

Aerea was the perfect little girl, and that did wonders for your deep doubts and PPD.

“Please”, he whispered, grabbing your upper arms, “I can change… I would do anything for you”

“Then give me time”, you begged him, “please, move out, I can’t even dared to look at you right now”, you whispered, releasing myself from his grasp

“I have the kids a week on and off, where am I going to go?”, he said then

“Well, I’ll go, I’ll take Aerea and go to my godmother’s”, you offered, and now he looked panicked

“No, is alright, the kids leave tomorrow, how a week to start sounds?”, he asked, and you barely nodded

“Sleep on the couch”, you asked, “and tell that fucking tart that if she ever contacts me again I will ran her over with my car”

“She and I are not talking anymore”, he said

“Oh good”, you whispered sarcastically

“Please, my love”, he begged again, “I cannot afford to lose you, or Aerea”

“You already lost me Harwin”, you said, not dared to look at him in those eyes that even now could melt you, “And Aerea, well… you won’t, she is a daddy’s girl trough and trough”, there was no smiles, no nothing you couldn’t even look at him in the face

It hurts too damned much

He was your husband, you married when you were 25 and he was 36, now, four years later and a two-year old, it had faded pretty quickly

You were destroyed over this.

You met him, coincidentally, when you started an internship in the company Harwin worked at, you were not his secretary, you were an intern and he was just an executive, he was way older, handsome, so sweet, nice, in a lumberjack kind of way, he was divorced and had three children, little guys who you adored with all your life, well, at least Luke and JOffrey who ere really young when you married Harwin.

 When you got married he insisted you stayed home because he wanted more children, and you obliged, you haven't worked since then, your life revolved around him, your home, and specially your child

But that wasn’t enough for Harwin.

You slept alone, when Aerea woke in the middle of the night, you went and grabbed her, Harwin slept sloppily in the small bed in her room, didn’t even wake, and you brought her to sleep with you, she was calmed almost immediately.

The next day you held her in your arms as you got up and went to make breakfast, Jacaerys, Harwin’s oldest child, he was pushing 21 right now, was behind the kitchen island, making scrambled eggs, he had woken up before you apparently

“Good morning”, he purred

“Good morning Jacey”, you greeted with smile, Aerea threw her chubby arms at him and he smiled warmly, taking his baby sister in his arms

“Good mornin’ mama”, he greeted, you thought he was sweet, he obviously was talking to Aerea, who cling onto him like a Koala

“How do you like your eggs?”, he asked

“Surprise me, I’ll put on some toast and coffee, and juice for Aerea and Joffrey”

“Already got it”, he said, with his head signaling at the table, you smiled

“You are too kind Jace”

It was summer, he was on vacations, and he joined his brothers who were still underage on visiting Harwin every other week, Harwin got a big house for all of you to fit in, and Harwin’s sons were just so kind, it was sweet having them around 

If only you knew what Jace was only thinking that this was going to be his life in a couple of years, of course the baby that he was going to hold was going to be his, and Aerea would be sitting on the table by herself, eating the pancakes his stepdaddy was going to make for her. 

You missed the smug look Jace gave Harwin over the table, as you didn’t even look at him, this was going to be the last family breakfast in a long time…

You also missed the way Jace looked at you and then at his father, he was the only one who knew besides you both, that it was Harwin’s last day with you as well 

“Thank you for everything (y/n)” said Luke sweetly as you said your goodbyes at the door

“You are most welcome sweet Luke, thank YOU for coming”, you kissed him on the cheek and hugged him, you were going to miss him, and Joffrey, who was ten and clinged into you, you kissed the top of his head too

“bye Aerea”, he then kissed his sister on the cheek and then ran back to his car, only Jace was left, he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, you turned your face for accident, and his lips landed way close to the corner of your lips, but it was probably a mistake

“See you next week”, he said with a shy smile 

“See you”, you whispered and smiled, you didn’t have the nerve to tell him that probably you were not going to see him again…

Aerea waved her hands saying goodbye as the car drove away, you wiped the bitter tears that fell down your cheeks, your chest hurt, your heart breaking, Harwin had sneaked a bag, so he was not coming back, and neither were the boys next week… 

Or that is what you thought…

[deathblacksmoke]

call me when you get the chance

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, long distance yearning, it’s pretty fluffy my friends

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake

let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future fics!

author’s note: thank you lady v once again for the beta; i added some pitt back in just for you. and thank you @darksigns-exe for the poly boyfriends brainworms. no smut in here - wild change of pace. and i’ll probably be writing more little bits of these sweet babes at some point 🤍 i got euclid on the brain so title from that, obvi. enjoy!

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Nick sends a postcard from every city.

Missing you from Atlanta! Love, Nicholas.

It makes you feel warm and loved, every time you open your mailbox to another card from another city, with your partner’s pretty writing on the back.

You imagine him standing in the store for ages, sifting through the cards, trying to pick the perfect one for your gallery wall. You imagine Noah picking one out as a joke, and Nick scoffing, putting it back irritated.

No, man, she’s particular about her wall. Remember?

It makes your chest swell. You long to be there, to play mediator like you do when they’re both home with you. They need it sometimes, and you’re sure Jolly could use the break every now and again.

Noah sends memes. They’re ones you would never see otherwise because you won’t step foot on Twitter, but they make you smile and remind you of him, his stupid sense of humor, and the way his face lights up when he laughs. You close your eyes and imagine it, his eyes scrunching closed with his laugh, and your chest tightens.

They always send a selfie when they get off stage, and another before bed, sometimes a FaceTime if you’re still up. They don’t show you their intertwined hands. They know it makes you jealous and weepy, but you’re so grateful that they have each other. You imagine them kissing when the call ends and you cry anyway.

***

When you couldn’t make it to the show you had all planned for, you thought that was it. Work gets in the way again, sends you out of town, but you’ll see them when they come home to you and all will be okay.

The show looks incredible. You brave social media just this once to see clips of your boys, weep in bed in your hotel room. You stay up late to see them before you sleep—they tell you they wish you were there, they miss you, they love you. You catch a glimpse of a love bite on Nick’s chest and wish it could have come from you. You fantasize about quitting your job. You get closer every day.

The postcard comes two days later, a pop-art rendition of the Pittsburgh skyline, Nick’s little note scrawled across the back. It feels silly to have but you knew he wouldn’t dare to break the tradition he’s created.

Wish you were here! Love always, your Nicholas.

You don’t know how much longer you can go without them, holding back tears as you put the card in its frame, giving it its place on the wall.

You feel helpless and hopeless until you get an email, the airline notifications you had set up on cost changes doing you a solid, for once. Flight to LAX, suspiciously affordable, landing at 2 PM on the 8th of October.

It’s not a question. You don’t think twice. You have the PTO, and your boss can’t possibly deny you again. And if they do, fuck it, you’ll really dig your heels in about them needing another girl working on the tour. You’ll get Lana on your side this time around. They can’t say no to you both.

You book the ticket, arrange a guest list spot with Matt and buzz with excitement in preparation for your surprise.

***

You never tire of watching them perform.

The way Noah owns the stage, running from stage left to stage right, commanding the crowd to chant and jump with him. Nicholas, his long hair swaying with each rock of his neck to the beat of the song. His slender fingers grip the neck of his bass as he bounces his leg, growling backing vocals going straight through you. You wish you could be at every show. You swell with pride and know you couldn’t have picked two better boys to share your life.

You head to the green room when they come back out to say their thank yous and goodbyes. You hate to miss the photo slides but you helped pick most of the photos, anyway. Lots from your private collection and you think maybe you owe some of these people a “you’re welcome.”

Sitting on the old, worn leather couch, you start to panic. You’ve never surprised them before. Noah hates surprises, but you hope at least you’re a good one.

Folio comes through the door first, followed by Jolly, and the door swings back closed. Shocked at first when they see you, Folio’s face breaks out into a huge grin before turning on his heels.

“Yo, Noah, you’re gonna wanna see this—” he yells as he swings the door back open, to reveal Nick, sweaty and looking exhausted, but when his eyes land on you—

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

You can barely make it out above the roar of noise in the hallway. You don’t know where Noah is, but Nick looks as gorgeous as you’ve ever seen him. You need to take a deep breath but find your throat stopping you as your vision starts to blur. The look on his face as he crosses the room to you melts your anxiety in an instant. You haven’t seen him in so long. And he’s here. He’s right here with you.

When he reaches you, he sinks to his knees at your feet. His fingers digging into your thigh, eyes glazed over as he looks up at you, you lean down to meet him halfway.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel dizzy. The feel of the wetness on his cheeks when you cup his face makes you want to sob, but you don’t, you lick into his mouth and bask in the sound of his gasp.

“Where the fuck were you,” he speaks into your mouth when he pulls away from you.

His fingers are gripping your thigh painfully. You know you’ll bruise, you wince, but it’s Nick and you don’t care. You’ll press your fingers there when you get home and you’ll think of him and—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was flirting with the pretty bartender. I think you’d like her, Nicky, do you think Noah will go for a fourth?”

He’s leaning in for another kiss when you hear the green room door slam back open, thundering steps getting closer and closer until Nick is jostled forward, Noah’s head resting on his shoulder, eyes focused on you.

“You were a very naughty girl, keeping this secret from us,” Noah says, his head angling to press kisses and nip at Nick’s neck. Nick grins and you watch as the hand that was digging into your thigh takes Noah’s hand and laces their fingers.

When you’re far away, it makes you jealous. When you’re right here, when you have them both in front of you, that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

When you kiss Noah and he smiles into it, when the hand not laced with Nick’s threads through your hair, when Nick nips at your neck while Noah kisses you, you’ve never felt more at home.

Because they are your home.

“Nicky let me pick your postcard this time,” Noah tells you when he pulls away.

“You’ll hate it,” Nick says, but he’s grinning as he stands up to rummage through his backpack.

When he returns to you and holds it out, it’s a silly little card, but both their names are signed this time.

Loving you from LA. Love, your Nicholas and Noah.

Noah’s grinning as wide as you’ve ever seen. It’s your favorite of the bunch.

[blazingstar400]

Incorrect Scarlet and Violet Quotes Part 3

Guess who still has a bunch of these sitting in a document?

Juliana: Happiness is like rainbows! If you see one, you smile because it’s so colorful! Sometimes, you get two and you get double happy!! :D

Kieran: Sometimes, you always get none even after watching so many rainy days you just stop and you just sit there, disappointed that no matter your effort, happiness doesn’t want you and life just truly hates you.

Penny: *calling a therapist*

Kieran, at the beginning of Teal Mask: *looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll*

Kieran, at the end of Teal Mask: *looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you*

Kieran, at the beginning of Indigo Disk: *looks like he could kill you, could definitely kill you*

Kieran, at the end of Indigo Disk: *looks like he could kill you, is a cinnamon roll*

*if Nemona was a waitress*

Nemona: Okay, guys, who wanted the macaroni and bees?

Everyone, at the table: …

Arven: …You mean cheese, right?

Nemona, struggling to keep the bowl covered: That does make more sense, actually—

Juliana, barging into Penny’s room, pushing in a wheelbarrow with Nemona in it: PENNY! NEMONA’S DEAD!

Penny: *gasps*

Nemona, getting up: That’s right! Dead serious about going to Disneyland!!

Penny: *groans*

Florian, about to leave Naranja/Uva Academy: Don’t spend all day watching anime, okay?

Penny: I forge my own path!

Clavell, tired: I’d like to live through one week in this school that’s not a whole new verse of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’.

Yukito, meeting Juliana for the first time: Oh, is this the girl your always telling me about, Kieran?

Kieran, nervously chuckling: AHA, Grandma! Stop making things up!

Yukito: She’s even prettier in person—

Kieran, opening a window and jumping out: Okay gotta run, bye!

Arven: Just when I thought Nemona couldn’t get any weirder, I saw her trying to write three different essays at the same time.

Arven: She was taking one essay at a time and writing a few sentences before moving onto the next.

Carmine: I think I’m getting sick, I’m losing my voice.

Juliana: That means you can’t yell at us anymore!

*later*

Juliana: Turns out Carmine is a lot scarier when she’s quiet.

Kieran: Do you think we could ever be… more than friends?

Juliana, beaming: I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I can totally see us as Pokémon! I even drew a picture, let me go ge—

Carmine: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and look at the picture.

The squad: Aww.

Carmine: And then I tell myself ‘If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything’.

The squad: Oh.

Arven: Did you get the eggs like I asked?

Nemona: Even better!

Arven: What did you do?

Nemona, holding up a chicken: Her name is Fluffy.

Kieran: What are you? Two?

Drayton: Yeah, two heads taller than you!

Kieran: *inhales deeply*

*5 minutes later*

Kieran: OPEN THE DOOR, YOU COWARD!!

Drayton: I WAS JUST JOKING! Juliana, calling Penny: Can you come pick me up? I think I’m lost…

Penny: I swear, if you got lost playing Pokémon Go—

Juliana: I caught an Eevee. If you pick me up, I’ll name it Penny.

Penny: I’m on my way!!

*when Juliana first meets Kieran again in Blueberry Academy*

Juliana: *going in to hug Kieran*

Kieran: *pushes her away and assumes a fighting stance*

Juliana: Hey, why’d you push me???

Kieran: I thought you were going to attack me.

Juliana: I was going to hug you!

Kieran, narrowing his eyes: Why would you hug me?

Juliana: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU?!

And that’s the end of part 3!! I still have so many quotes so there will probably be a part 4 in the future. (I swear I’ll post more than just incorrect quotes but they are just really fun to write lol.)

[hopefulidiocy]

yoo can i request a helaena x male reader where she is still married to aegon. she is appointed a queensguard and she falls in love with him as he’s truly the only one who accepts her for who she is and he reciprocates but he can’t act upon it due to his sworn oaths + she’s literally the princess / future queen. throw some angst + forbidden lovers trope + sunshine x grumpy in there as well!

thanks for reading （╹◡╹）♡

His Queen

Queen!Helaena x Queensguard!MaleOCReader :)

Warnings: offensive language, angst, fluff, poor grammar.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HOTD CHARACTERS

A/N some of the timeline is muddled up so please just bear with. I hope this is good enough!

~

Every day is the same Helaena dresses her children, she over watches their lessons and she embroiders clothing, blankets, just about anything for her family; but they do not admire it. She will always make elaborate stitchings and look after her insects because they take her away from the world she has been thrown into.

She does not need her family’s attention, she is happy all by herself in her chambers with her children as they play and laugh; those are the moments she cherishes more than seeing her mother and grandsire, in fact her entire family.

Her ladies followed her as she escorted her son to the library, his little ponytail swayed as he held onto her fingers with his innocent fist, all morning he had been talking her ear off and at first it was sweet but she became overwhelmed at all the information he was throwing at her. Being so young herself, she didn’t believe being a mother was her thing and this morning proved that. She swallowed the large lump in her throat as her husband, and brother, approached them with a smile; but the smile wasn’t towards her, it was never towards her and she was used to it by now.

“Jaehaerys!” He opened his arms and their son flew into them, he picked him up and twirled him around. “My heir!” He announced to his hand, who looked on with a grimace. Otto had always made Helaena uncomfortable, as did most of her family, even her mother wasn’t a source of comfort anymore. Just behind Aegon was Aemond, who walked with a spider like stealth; if you looked away from him, he would attack and it set everyone on edge. He never broke a smile as he watched his nephew laugh at his father making faces at him, all three of them were still children. Made to grow up quick.

“I’m taking him.” Aegon spoke to Helaena with no softness, no gentle tone or touch, just a statement and she was meant to accept it. She nodded, watching as they ran towards the Council Chamber together.

“Sister.” Aemond acknowledged and walked straight past her without a response. She cleared her throat, pressing down on her chest to stop the rising bile escaping and to stop her heart from burning.

~

Later on in the day, Helaena was sat by her window seat in her chambers, watching the world go by when Aegon stormed in with Ser Criston Cole. Cole wrinkled his nose at the caged insects that sat by her feet, he was lucky he didn’t see them scattering across her feet because that was usually her way of relaxing. But today she simply couldn’t. She turned her head, just to focus in on Aegon who was looking at her ladies in waiting; all of them uncomfortable and trying to busy themselves with anything that wasn’t his predatory glare.

“My Queen.” He laid on the affection thickly. She smiled falsely to let him continue. “I have a gift for you.”

“Where is Jaehaerys?” She asked calmly, scouting the entourage around her brother and not seeing her little boy.

“In his lessons.” He shrugged.

“He was meant to be finished by now.” She rested her back against the wooden panel, rolling her head back to the window.

“He started late.” He shrugged, his gaze turning back to her ladies. Helaena didn’t respond, instead watching Otto climb into his saddle and ride off into the distance.

“Ooookay.” He scoffed. “As i said, i have a gift for you.”

“You can leave it at the door, Aegon.” She responded quietly. A bustle of footsteps then came, a hand clasped her elbow and dragged to her feet, she stumbled slightly before standing straighter.

“Don’t be so ungrateful. I have a gift.” He spat through his teeth and all Helaena could do was smile. “Step forward, Ser Prito.” Helaena watched as a man she didn’t recognise walk towards her, his hair sandy and his jaw strong. Stronger than most of the men here, initially her breath was taken away but she swallowed her gasp down and looked into his dark, chestnut eyes as he bowed to the ground. She watched as he raised his head, his eyelashes long and curled, his hand reaching out for hers. Hesitantly, she gave him it and hitched her breath as he kissed it softly.

“Ser Prito Caesar, at your service, my Queen.” His voice was soothing, it was naturally at a lower point than any voice she had heard in the Red Keep.

“I have appointed you a Queens Guard.” Aegon slapped her on the back like he would one of his close pals. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded as Prito rose to his full height, head and shoulders above everybody else. “I must get on, acquaint yourselves.” He left with his entourage and Ser Prito stood tall in front of the Queen. She ringed her hands, trembling as she didn’t know how to command him or what to do with him. So both of them just stood looking at each other.

“My Queen.” Lady Crystal approached her, her closest maid but even then she wouldn’t call her a friend. “Command him to stand outside your chambers, that’s what they do.” Helaena cleared her throat.

“Stand outside my rooms.” It came out more blunt than she meant too, but he grunted in acceptance and left to stand guard. She watched as he seemed to float out of the room, disappearing behind the door.

~

Two days later at night, Helaena held her children’s hands as she led them towards their nursery. Both of them were talking, more babbling, to each other and she simply turned off from it as her head began to swim with the metal-like footsteps behind her from Ser Prito. Dayna welcomed them into the nursery, Helaena kneeled down to strip her children’s clothing and into their nightgowns. As she was at their height, she noticed how alike they are to her and her heart knocked; whenever this happened she would feel this surge of love that she hoped to hold onto for the rest of her life. She caressed their faces, smiling very slightly as they watched her in silence.

“Goodnight, children.” She whispered, planting a soft kiss on their heads as Dayna tucked them into bed. She watched on as they settled in, their hands clasped in prayer.

Once she was outside the door, the cold air of the corridors was blowing and made her skin prickled; Ser Prito silently behind her as she gazed over the grey stone and the silence that filled her ears. She relished in this, letting her mind turn off and closing her eyes. She breathed in and out measurably.

“Helaena?” Alicent questioned softly, her heeled shoes stepping towards her. Helaena opened her eyes to see the concerned look on her mother’s face, she was always worried even though Helaena felt fine most days due to being used to these emotions. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, mother.” Alicent’s eyes drifted from her daughter to her Queens Guard. “Who is this?”

“My Guard.” She responded shortly, before moving away and towards her chambers, leaving her mother in the wake of her awkward small talk.

Lightning candles and incense, Helaena settled on the pillowed floor she made for herself and let her roaches scuttle over her fingers, she smiled as they roamed over her. Their black, sleek backs shining in the moonlight. She looked for their feed but couldn’t find it so she moved from her knees to her feet, her cockroaches still on her hands with the sudden movement of her body. Slowly, she opened her door to Ser Prito still outside her door. With the movement, he instantly turned, watching her intently.

“My Queen.” He bowed low again.

“Um, hello.” She said awkwardly, shuffling on her bare feet. “Could you fetch me some sweet meats?” She asked, leaning her head on the door she had open enough to see him. For a moment he looked perplexed.

“I am not meant to leave you, my Queen.” He said. “Could you ask one of your maids?” She shook her head.

“No, they are abed. I will come with you.” She shut the door and placed her cockroaches in their cages, slipping on her silk slippers and walking out of her chambers.

“My Queen, no one knows who could be lurking in the darkness. It might be dangerous for you.” He said carefully, his eyes on hers, making her breathing deeper and perhaps a small blush rising.

“We will be quick.” She shrugged and started walking in front of him towards the kitchens of the Red Keep, usually someone was always awake down there.

“My Queen, aren’t you cold?” He asked, keeping up with her.

“No.” She responded shortly and opened the doors to the kitchens, all the maids stood instantly for her and she had always hated it because she felt lower than them. She requested for sweet meats and was brought a plate of honey covered beef, a curtsey and a muttered goodnight.

“Goodnight, Ser Prito.” She didn’t look at him and hastily walked back to her chambers.

~

In the morning, Helaena was strolling through the courtyard with her children, they were running in front and playing with each other as her mind wandered towards the weather and how it’s slightly changing.

“Fire is coming.” She whispered, playing with her pendant at her neck.

“My Queen?” Ser Prito thought she was speaking to him, he craned his neck forward to hear her properly.

“Fire is coming.” She repeated, her chest tightening.

“There is no fire, My Queen.” He didn’t understand. No one did. So she kept quiet as the fire rose in her head.

Aegon entered her chambers later that afternoon to spend time with his children, mainly his son, as she stitched a fire in a wood into her blanket she was making for her window seat. She watched as the oranges and yellows brushed against her hand, creating another image of a dragon in her head, forging a new path of darkness that was all too familiar.

“Ser Prito!” Aegon shouted, the door opened and the handsome guard appeared, bowing low. “Has my wife shown you her collection?” He was mocking her, Helaena tried to hide her humiliation in her embroidery.

“No, Your Majesty.” Aegon laughed and clapped his hands.

“Come, let me show you.” He stood and stormed over to the cages with a confidence stride, he was set on humiliating her. Aegon opened the cages, bending at the hips to properly look at them, he laughed at the spiders who were hiding in the corner, probably asleep but he took it as them hiding from him so he laughed hard. Helaena’s skin prickled as Prito joined him, bending at the hips also.

“What are these?” He asked.

“An insect collection.” Aegon laughed. “Isn’t that right, My Queen? Your insects tell you things.” He mocked and Helaena couldn’t find it within herself to speak or look at him so continued on. “Respond to your King! These insects tell you things, correct?” He shouted, slamming on the table and instinctively she covered her ears.

“Yes.” She whispered, her voice trembling and he laughed manically.

“The Queen is a mystery to us all!” He announced, laughing. “Why won’t the insects talk to me?” He mocked.

“I think it is nice. A pet companion for a human is important except in Her Majesty’s case her companionship is with insects.” Ser Prito said, confidently. Then, Helaena looked up and slowly turned her head towards him, he was watching her with a smile and a muscle twitched in her cheek; she felt some warmth envelope her skin before looking down at her embroidery again.

~

A ball was Helaena’s worst nightmare, all those people dancing and having a good time getting drunk was overwhelming. Watching her husband flirt with women in front of her and making her look a fool was also something of a discomfort despite not having any romantic inclinations for him at all. She sat on a chair next to the Iron Throne, significantly smaller than her husband’s and watched with an elegant stillness as Aegon drank cups after cups of beer. Aemond was stalking the outskirts of the hall, his hands daintily on his sword as he scanned the women around who flew flirtatious looks at him. He always looked away in disgust and never gave anyone a second glance. Helaena turned up her nose at the wine being offered to her by her mother.

“Helaena, have some fun. You deserve it.” She pleaded, placing the glass of wine on her side table.

“I can’t.” She responded quietly, gripping the edges of her seat.

“Why not?” Alicent slumped in her body.

“Because of the fire.” She said, as if it was obvious.

“You must stop this behaviour. There is no fire, the Keep is heavily guarded. You need to get out of your head, daughter.” She tapped the side of Helaena’s temple, she swatted her away.

“Leave me alone.” Alicent stepped back and sighed, watching her daughter with perplexity and stormed off into the crowd. Helaena looked down at the wine glass, watching the red liquid slosh from side to side as the beat of feet made the floor shake; Aegon stalked towards a pretty lady and began dancing with her, Helaena shuffled uncomfortably on her throne.

“You can have it, Ser Prito.” She offered him the glass.

“I mustn’t, My Queen. I cannot drink on the job.” He responded, giving her a slight smile. Helaena nodded and set the glass back on her table.

“You are very good, aren’t you?” She questioned quietly. He couldn’t hear her so stood a little closer, bending down so her mouth was at his ear. “You’re very good at this job.” He laughed.

“I do try, My Queen.” He smiled and continued standing still behind her.

Helaena sighed into her plush throne as she watched the merriment in front of her, she was a complete stranger to the court unless she was beside her husband. She didn’t mind usually but he was definitely hard to see everyone have fun without her, her stomach started growling but if she wanted food; she would have to walk to the food table at the end of the hall.

“I want to go.” She stood up, patting her skirts and walking to through the back door so no one sees her leave, Ser Prito close behind as always.

“Sleep well, My Queen.” He said, taking position outside her door. She smiled and entered her chambers, taking her skirts off almost instantly. She could breathe finally once her corset was off and she felt comforted at the sight of her insects, she let out the spiders and had them running over her hands. Getting close and watching them, her stomach churned even further than earlier and she noticed the hunger that was rippling through her body.

Outside the door, Ser Prito was resting his eyes at the sound of the distant music and laughter. Balls weren’t really his scene either, after what happened at his sister’s birthday ball - dubbed the Dark Birthday - he swore to never have fun at them again. His eyes snapped open when his Queen opened the door, her innocent blue eyes peering up at him as she surveyed him.

“Are you hungry, Ser Prito?” She asked.

“A little, My Queen.” He replied. She nodded and started walking hastily towards the kitchens where they had been before. He watched as she floated throughout the hallways with the grace of a dove. In the Stormlands, word of Helaena being weird and mentally unstable made people wonder whether she was fit for the throne beside the king. In Prito’s opinion, she was a bit odd but he would describe it as eccentric and interesting; he enjoyed her interests and the way she spoke a bit awkwardly and struggled with nerves, just as any small folk.

He watched as Helaena’s soft importance to the kitchen staff made them look at her differently to how they look at other royals, they didn’t look at her with pity but with pride and respect. Helaena earned her respect by the servants instead of demanding it like the King and Prince Aemond. She was given a basket of fruit, meat and some desserts and it bounced on his hips as she speedily made her way back to her chambers.

“Come in, Ser Prito. We can eat together.” She said, holding the door open for him.

“I’m not sure if that’s wise, my Queen.” He said, even though his mouth was salivating at the food.

“I’m the Queen and i want you to eat supper with me.” She beckoned him in with her hand and he entered behind her. “I hope you don’t mind insects.” He shook his head for no.

Together they sat on the floor, surrounded by cushions and blankets, picking at a bowl of berries. Helaena nipped at a strawberry as she watched with interest at her Guard who carefully picked out the best looking strawberry.

“Where are you from?” She asked, swallowing the strawberry.

“The Stormlands, My Queen.” He responded, leaning back on his hands.

“Please don’t call me that. In private Helaena is just fine. I hate being called Queen.” She blushed, reaching for a slice of chicken. “I was happier before I was Queen.” She commented. Prito felt a knock in the heart at that.

“How come?” He questioned, cocking his head. Helaena looked at him, noticing soft beige freckles that scattered over his nose and his bottom lip fuller than the top. She noticed he wrinkled his nose whilst waiting for her to answer.

“Because I was able to live how I liked. My chambers were full of my insects, they lived free but now they are caged. Like me.” She looked over at the cages, sighing and leaning back like Prito.

“You are Queen. Free to do whatever.” He shrugged, looking at her kind face.

“No, I am not. That is a misconception.” She said sternly, swallowing her chicken slice. “I wish for the days my sister Rhaenyra was still here. Peaceful times with her around.” She looked off into the distance, her mind going back to her sister.

“I’m sorry to hear you feel trapped, Helaena.” Her name slipped off his tongue like sugar, so sweet and gentle and when it came to her ears. She breathed in its gentle aroma and sighed, smiling.

“With you around, I feel slightly more grounded. It’s nice to have someone on my side, even if you aren’t. I’m sure you think I’m mad, most of the realm does.” She sighed, shaking her hands on her nightgown.

“I don’t think you’re mad.” He said sternly. “You are not mad, if people don’t understand you then that’s their issue, isn’t it?” He smiled, hoping to get one out of her and he did. She smiled somewhat widely.

“I appreciate that, Ser Prito. Thank you.” She blushed and looked away.

“Can I ask about your insects?” He asked, nodding his chin towards them.

“Yes.” Her eyes were wide. No one had asked this before. No one cared.

“Why do you have them?”

“They don’t judge me. I look after them, I feed them and let them roam around. They do talk to me, they tell me how they feel and what might happen in the future.” She said, seeming to go into a daze.

“Which ones are your favourite?”

“That’s like asking my favourite child.” She laughed. “I do like the cockroaches. They just relax there. They don’t attack like the spiders.” She giggled and then looked at him under her blonde eyelashes, suddenly shy. “Do you want to see them?” She was testing the waters and she would definitely understand if he said no and wanted to have distance between them. But to her surprise he said yes and was instantly on his feet, ready to see them. She smiled, ready to get onto her feet when his open palm came out in front of her for her to take to stand with his help. When her fingers met his palm, he clasped them, not hard but enough for there to be some pressure. They kept their eyes on each other as she rose from her position, his hand still around hers when she was standing, both of them simply gazing at each other; exploring each other with their eyes. His brown eyes, so warm and full of curiosity compared to her ice blue eyes, so worrisome but bright at the same time. It was such a contrast. It was beautiful. She sucked in the air and removed her hand, beckoning him over to her cages. He bent as he watched the insects inspect each other or sleep, resting whilst two large humans look into their lives.

“It’s fascinating.” He whispered.

“Is it really?” She asked, her hands clasped together.

“Yes. I’ve never seen anyone as interested in insects as you. It’s admirable.” He stood up straight to face her and both of them went back to gazing at each other, Helaena’s chest started moving up and down faster as her heart perked towards her ribcage. Instinctively, they stepped towards each other. A breeze brought a piece of her hair in her eyes, she didn’t seem to notice it though and Prito reached, gently placing the hair behind her ear. This knocked Helaena out of her trance, stepping back with an awkward cough.

“I’m getting tired, I should probably sleep.” She said, not looking at him. He bowed low and exited, sweat pouring from his hairline at how close he got to breaking his oath.

~

After a near kiss, Helaena sat up in her bed the next morning pondering over what had happened last night; confusion was unsettling and it made her think hard about why it had even happened in the first place. If anyone was to find out, not that there’s anything to find out, he would be executed for breaking the oath he swore to the crown. She could even be punished for it.

She must be ready for taking her son to his lessons, she was dressed by her maids, her hair wrapped up in a veil and a dainty tiara placed on top of her head — Jaehaerys took his mothers hand and they walked, with the prickling sensation of her guard behind her. Jaehaerys sauntered off with his tutor, babbling to her and uncaring about his mother. She turned to Prito and breathed in deeply.

“Thank you for coming last night. For spending time with me. Not many people do that anymore.” She smiled meekly.

“My pleasure, My Queen.” He sent her a gentle wink, understanding to call her by title in public and she blushed, turning away from him.

Later that night, she stalked the length of her chambers wondering why she felt her heart pick up speed whenever she saw her guard and it wasn’t a way to live with being so nervous around him when she sees him all the time. Prito was thinking the same thing and wondering what would happen right now if he just walked into her chambers, what would she do? If he chanced it, he could put his place in jeopardy. Just as he was thinking about this, the door opened to reveal Helaena. Her innocent, doe-like eyes looked up at him and then she left, leaving the door open for him to walk inside. So he did.

“Last night-“

“I know, Helaena. I’ve been thinking about it too.” He said, breathing deeply. She nodded, looking away and trying to calm her hasty breathing. He stepped forward, taking her cheek in his thumb and index finger. “I can’t break my oath, Helaena.”

“I know.” She whispered, looking at his lips and then up to his eyes. A spark ignited between the two of them, a bolt of lightning from the space in their feet and shooting straight up to the ceiling. He caressed her chin with his thumb, looking at her lips and wishing to kiss them. But he couldn’t. It would be too difficult.

“I want you to be happy. With your insects. Your children.” Not your husband. Helaena closed her eyes, sighing into him and then stepping on her tiptoes.

“Just once, Prito. It doesn’t have to be more than that.” She admitted then that she wanted it too. Prito looked to her lips, slightly pursed and wanting; skipping his eyes back to hers, he sighed into the tension into the room, finding some kind of comfort in it. Helaena ached to lean forward, just to find his lips for a mere second; that’s all she wanted. He kept still though, he wouldn’t give into it, not yet and he couldn’t.

“I can’t.” He said at last, letting go of her and stepping back; his heart aching to go back into that position with her but an oath was made the moment he entered the Keep. She nodded, thinning her lips and smacking them together as she looked towards the window where the moon was rising high, knowing her husband was in bed with another woman and her mother with her own Guard. She waited to hear the door close with Prito gone and she threw herself on the bed, thinking about what could’ve happened that night.

~

Helaena curled her legs up to her chest, her back pressed hard against the wooden panel on her window seat; her children playing with their toys by her, finding solis in their mothers’ silence. She was meant to be seeing something but couldn’t find the concentration so opted for watching outside the window. She watched as Aegon and Otto pulled themselves up onto their saddles, chatting animatedly about something unknown to her and there was some kind of ache as she was left out once again from everything. Maybe if she could stop being so weird, so odd, people would accept her and would approach her; maybe if she was a better mother, people would tell her how proud she must be, people would tell her how much her children look like her. If she could be different, maybe her Guard would be more comfortable around her and to kiss her and to hold her; something she longed for her entire life… for someone just to see her. But it didn’t happen and it likely wouldn’t.

“Helaena.” Aemond’s gravelly voice came from the doorway. She looked over to see her brother standing as still as can be in the doorway, she kicked her feet onto the floor and walked towards him.

“Brother.” She said, clasping her hands at her stomach.

“Leave us.” He commanded everyone in the room. The servants halted, waiting for approval from the Queen. “Now.” He ordered even harder, Helaena gave a quick nod and they gathered their things to leave. Prito narrowed his eyes when the servants came billowing out with the two children in tow. They waited outside with him, quiet and silent as the doors were shut on Aemond and Helaena.

“What is it, brother?” She asked, her voice quiet because she had some kind of idea.

“The Pretender is forging an army against us, as you are aware.” His eye watched her carefully, she didn’t know that. “I need you to be ready with Dreamfyre. Remind her of her duties and ride her into battle when it is time.” Helaena’s breath hitched, she brought her hand to her sternum and began rubbing it gently, her heart pattering against her ribcage.

“No.” She said, her breathing becoming laboured. “I don’t want to.”

“It doesn’t matter if you want to or not. You have to, to protect your people.” Aemond was becoming impatient, he began shuffling on his feet when Helaena had to look away from him to try calm her breathing.

“I don’t want to, Aemond. You won’t force me.” She couldn’t face him. Aemond scoffed, grabbing her wrist harshly and instinctively she tried to pull away, something cracking there and making her whine as he attempted to pull her towards the door. “Let go of me, Aemond.” She managed to squeeze out, braking her heels into the ground to stop herself from moving.

“You need to do this. You know you have to. It is your duty!” He turned away from her to open the door but she pulled away hard enough for him to stumble back.

“My duty has already been completed. I have provided an Heir! Let me go!” His hand gripped harder, making her veins close in and the blood stopped flowing to her fingers, she whined again and attempted to twist out of his grip but they were already halfway out of the room. Aemond ignored the servants watching on with wide eyes. “Aemond! Let me go!” She pulled him back, he stumbled over his feet before smacking her arm harshly.

“Let go of the Queen.” Prito came in a flash once he understood what was happening, his hand gripped on Aemond strongly, his eyes fierce. Aemond laughed in his face, rolling his eye and continued to pull her. Helaena began to cry, tears streaming down her face with pure humiliation and anxiety. This was happening in front of her personal maids. “You are manhandling the Queen!” He shouted, readying his sword with his free hand as his other was occupied with stopping Aemond from pulling his Queen any further.

“Are you fucking her?” Aemond teased, flashing his teeth. Helaena watched as Prito’s grip tightened, his fingers sticking into the large vein in Aemond’s wrist leaving his letting go with a hiss. Once Aemond had let go, Prito stepped between them with his sword almost drawn.

“Must I remind you, you manhandled your Gentle Queen.” He shouted. Helaena’s breathing became hard and laboured, gripping the pendant at her neck, trying to gulp for some air but not finding anything.

“She is my sister.”

“She is your Queen.” Prito responded quickly, shooting it back at him before Aemond scoffed.

“I don’t fucking care. You must know out of everyone that the Seven Kingdoms is under threat by The Pretender.” He said, almost spitting it out. Helaena lungs began to spasm, the breathing harder to get in and to get out.

“She is your Queen!” Prito bellowed. “You respect, Our Queen! I don’t care who you are and I’m sure the King would agree.” He drew his sword then, ready for a fight. Ready to fight for his Queen. Aemond laughed, backed away and turned; taking the loss. Seeing the back of him, Helaena buckled to the ground, her lungs no longer filling up with any air, nothing was entering her and she started to panic. She leaned forward, her palms flat on the ground, trying to grip and find something to be able to breathe but she couldn’t find it. Tears streamed in fat blobs as her servants looked onto the scene without knowing what to do or how to comfort their Queen.

Prito’s skin was on fire as he watched the slimy Prince disappear, he turned to find Helaena on the floor, hyperventilating. He kneeled down instantly, reaching for her elbows, trying to ground her himself because she wasn’t making it work. His blood was boiling, he couldn’t hear anything apart from his own rush and her sobs as she begged for oxygen.

“Leave the Queen.” He ordered, scooping her up in his arms. Her legs draped over his arms and her arms loosely hooked around his neck, her head tucked into her chest as she gagged on her own sobs. “Leave the Queen!” He bellowed, moving into her chambers and closing the door behind them. Quickly, he brought her to the bed. Settling her there, kneeling beside and holding her hands against his chest, for her to feel his own heartbeat. She sobbed, wept, as he held his hands there; he watched on, helplessly, but trying all the same. “Come back, Helaena.” His voice was like honey, sticking to her mind and bringing her breathing to a controlled pace. She sniffed and finally, her lungs expanded. He tucked her hair behind her ears as she let go of him, his heart beating hard against his chest as he kept his hands on her cheeks; caressing them softly with his thumbs.

“You’re safe with me.” He whispered, bringing her forehead to his lips and breaking that oath by pressing them onto her, beaded with sweat she relaxed into his embrace. They stayed in that position for a moment, enjoying the electricity and warmth mixture; Helaena was the first to pull away and finally look at him. She was a mess, her cheeks red and tear marked as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“I’m safe with you.” She repeated, whispering. He nodded, taking her hands in his and kissing her delicate fingers.

“You are safe with me.” They gazed at each other but this time was charged with a different energy than before, both of them simultaneously leaned forward, their lips ready and quivering as they met in the middle. They relaxed into each other, Helaena’s arms draping over his shoulders as she pushed into the kiss and he pulled her closer with his strong arms at her waist, bringing her closer than he had before; both of them becoming one as they felt their hearts fall into the same pace. She sighed into him and he brought her to a different world with one simple kiss, she felt the stresses of being Queen melt away as she leaned her entire body weight onto him and she knew he could handle it. The kiss was magic, it was power and it was beautiful. He broke every oath he made for the woman who would forever be his Queen, no matter what. But right now it didn’t matter, all she was, was his Helaena. The only one other than family to call her by name not by title and he would cherish that for the rest of his life.

[bokkura]

I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter four

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist.

you’re visibly dejected the days after your conversation with sunghoon. you still don’t know how you made his mood deplete so fast and you feel shitty for it. and no offense, but you feel like your friends aren’t much help. it’s always just the same ‘that’s how sunghoon is’ speech.

you want to look for sunghoon again but you keep thinking that maybe you should finally leave him alone. you’ve done this twice and it’s ended badly both times. maybe this one time you should give things up.

days go by, weeks even. you’re spending time with your friends more. you’re exploring areas of the land of the dead you hadn’t before. you were living — ironically enough — after cutting out distractions. all because of what yunjin told you;

“distractions are temporary. if you want to get over heeseung, come with me, i’ll take you to do things all the time!”

you tilt your head in confusion, “isn’t that still a distraction?”

“not a constant one. this way you can let yourself heal — not get all tangled up with another boy. and use him to make you feel better.”

you gasp, “that’s not what i’m doing!” yunjin raises a brow at you, silently telling you she doesn’t believe you. “really. it’s like playing detective. i’ve even figured out how he died.”

now even yunjin can’t hide her curiosity at that. everyone had an idea; the whole wet dog look gave a lot away. but maybe he drowned, maybe he was murdered in water, maybe he was just wet when he died.

but you refused to tell her. if you had any possible future chance in getting to know sunghoon again he would feel so betrayed that you had told your friend his story. and yunjin is a sweetheart, but a little too gossip happy.

she’s also very fun, and very lively. she does a lot of things ranging from shopping to going to clubs. it’s fun but, admittedly scary. mostly due to the gruesome sight of some ghosts. one was missing a head!

the most eventful of you and yunjin’s rendezvous was the parties. specifically the one jake was hosting, the one you saw sunghoon at. yunjin was just as surprised as you to see him there. bustling crowds aren’t usually his thing. more like aren’t ever his thing.

but he was looking at you all night. that same monotone expression set like stone on his face. you were back to an outsider in his world. you missed that brief moment where you had gotten somewhere with him.

you couldn’t shake that off the days going forward. you didn’t hang out much with yunjin and you would be lying if you said you weren’t brainstorming ideas on how to approach sunghoon again. because why would he go to a party, which is not his scene, just to stare at you the whole time? he knew by now that you’re good friends with jake, he knew you would be there.

that brings you to now, you’re sitting in the library, mind finally off of sunghoon and onto the next distraction; reading as many books as you can in an hour and trying to beat your record each time. a clever game you have to say so yourself. you have eternity to play it.

you let out a shrill squeal when your chair is pulled out and swung around. sunghoon leans over you, hands on each side of the chair. you pull your book up to your face, covering all but your eyes. you squeeze them shut, flustered by the closeness and the stares you’re getting for your loudness.

“why did you stop?” god, this boy is getting awfully confusing.

“you’ve been begging me to!” you whisper shout, tossing your book to the side. he doesn’t move despite your little tantrum, his face still close to you and his eyes challenging you.

“but you don’t listen, why did you listen this time?”

you blink slowly, “you walked off like a defeated puppy the other day. i thought i hurt your feelings and leaving you alone would help.” sunghoon sighs exasperatedly,

“i wanted you to chase after me and go on about how you care and shit.” ah, he is like you after all. “look, when i was alive it was near impossible making friends. it’s why i avoid people now. but most of them don’t persist and i found it…”

he trails off and you beam up at him, “i’m just awesome aren’t i?” he rolls his eyes and backs away, grabbing a chair to sit across from you.

“i liked it. it felt different.” you wanted to fuss at him for running away from you if he liked how you treated him so much. but you bit your tongue and just nodded. “when you said what you said… it just sounded like everyone else and i panicked.”

you can’t help but giggle at him, and sunghoon glared at you. “i don’t talk this freely with anyone. you better treasure this, y/n.” you purse your lips and nod in response. but your smile grows once more as you lean towards him,

“does that make us friends?”

he merely sighs in annoyance and stands up, walking away. knowing his back was turned to you, he was able to smile freely when he heard the familiar clacking of your shoes behind him.

later that day when yunjin comes into your dorm you practically throw yourself on her like an excited puppy. “i won! i did it.” you laugh and grab her hands, shaking them in victory.

“you little gremlin, what did you do?”

you smirk at her and guide her to your bed. “i made friends with park sunghoon!” yunjin’s eyes widen and she lets out a short laugh,

“you’re kidding?”

you smile shyly and look down, “well he didn’t give me an exact answer… but he didn’t say no! he did that thing where he avoids my questions because he knows the answer is what i want, he just won’t admit it.”

yunjin’s jaw goes slack and she covers her mouth to giggle. “you sound like a schoolgirl talking about her crush right now.” you make a noise in protest and shake your head at her, reassuring her this is all out of pure curiosity. just interest — and not in the romantic way.

“mhm, sure. i believe you.” yunjin gives you a knowing look and you swat her shoulder. “so what now? what are you going to do now that you’re friends with him? follow him around still?”

you hum and tap your chin in thought, “i’ll probably annoy him more since i can do it without the fear of risking our friendship.” you think about it, you could ask him about why he didn’t have many friends when he was alive. you could maybe pave the way for sunghoon to make more friends.

you’re getting ahead of yourself. but you can’t help but be so intrigued by the pretty ice skater.

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[juicycoutureheaux]

Fixer Upper

This is an AU with sheriff!Leon x innocent!farm girl reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I usually don’t write for Leon, but I felt inspired to write after a work inspired by Lol I felt like the story idea was fitting for his character. This is set in another time, around the 1950s, so there will be some sensitive topics that my personal values DO NOT align with. We can’t change the past but we can change the future, I will put TW but if I miss anything please let me know, I would love to be accommodating. Let me know what y’all think if it’s good enough to be a series or if I should even want to entertain the idea.

This fic was inspired by a new friend who I have been so excited to be able to get to know over a short period of time. thank you for everything @heavennights , you're an amazing human.

Y/N wiped the sweat from her brow as she leaned over the truck’s steaming engine.

It was her daddy’s old Ford truck and she wasn’t even supposed to take it out this long. She cursed herself for not bringing her tool set, but she didn’t anticipate the truck to get overheated so quickly either.

You wanted to cry, you were dreading the tongue-lashing you’d get from your daddy when you got home. Y/N had just turned 18 earlier that month, right before she graduated high school. 

You wanted to go to college,learn about space, and how to get there; but mama & daddy said it was a waste of time, they would never let a woman work at NACA; no matter how hard she tried. 

Instead, Daddy had pulled in a favor from one of his childhood friends that worked at the police station and got you a job there as a secretary. Daddy prayed that Y/N would settle down with a good man that could take care of you. The farm was going to be passed down to your older brother, Hank. 

Hank was already married with a child on the way. His wife, Mary-Anne, was one of your only friends. She was two years older than you but they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. 

You were deep in thought when you heard tires coming down the dirt road. She turned around and saw the flashing lights coming from the vehicle's top. 

When the vehicle came to a stop, you realized you hadn’t recognized the man getting out of the front seat. You couldn’t help but stiffen up at the stranger and felt a cold shiver down your spine despite it being close to 90 degrees outside. 

You couldn’t deny the man was handsome; his clear skin was complemented by his stormy blue eyes. His features mirrored the men in the magazines, his hair longer in the front and slicked to the side. His official Springfield County Name tag read “Deputy Kennedy.”

You must have been staring too long because he smirked at you playfully. It made you blush.

“Looks like you have a dilemma here, darlin.” He said, his voice lacking the southern accent most people had in this area. 

“Oh…uhm…” you said timidly looking at the broken down truck. You were sure you had never seen this man before despite working for the local police force. She knew the sheriff's position had opened up but didn’t realize they had someone in mind since Chuck DuBois had resigned.

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. I’m here to help.” He smiled a toothy smile at you. 

You couldn’t help but return it meekly. “I was trying to get home, but my engine overheated,” you said, trying to choke back tears. “I can walk up the road to Parker’s Gas station and call my daddy, I don't want to waste your time.

The man looked at you shocked. “In this heat, sweetheart? You might as well call the coroner now.” 

It was a hot day, and your hairline growing damper by the second. 

“Let me take you home, I’m sure we can get your daddy out here and we can fix the truck for you.”  He opened the passenger door for you and you gladly accepted.

“Deputy Kennedy” cranked the car and the radio blared to life playing “I Walk the Line” by Johnny Cash.

He extended his hand to you. “I realized I didn’t introduce myself; I’m Kennedy, Deputy Leon Kennedy,” he eyed you up and down absentmindedly. “And you are…?” 

You blinked. “Oh, I’m, “Y/F/N, Y/L/N.” 

Leon looked at you for a minute, before he asked, “That last name, is your father Farmer L/N?” 

You shook your head.

Leon smiled at you brightly. “So you’re my new secretary! Damn, this town is really tiny!” He laughed. 

You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. What were the chances?

You decided to be brave and get to know your new boss. 

“Where are you from?” 

“I’m actually from Colorado, but I moved to Georgia about a year ago.” 

“That’s really neat.” You said meekly, not quite sure how else to respond.

“I guess, have you ever been?” 

You shook your head, “I’ve never been out of the South, but I would like to ride on an airplane one day!” You said excitedly.

His handsome features turned into a genuine smile. “I know you will, Y/N.” 

You blushed and they rode together in comfortable silence until his car pulled down the long driveway of the farmhouse.

Y/N’s father and mother were waiting for her outside the farmhouse. You gulped and suddenly felt like a small child.

Leon let out a deep whistle. “Looks like they’ve been waiting for you.”

He exited the car, waved in the direction of her parents, and opened the door for her. 

She hesitantly got out and walked up to the house. Y/N’s father was the first to talk.

“Where the hell have you been?” He looked at Leon. “And why the hell are you wasting the deputy’s time to escort you home? Why didn’t you call?” He raised his voice.

You were scared to answer, you were shaking and very upset to get the courage to speak. 

“Sir, I insisted that she ride with me. The truck she was driving had broken down and she wanted to call, I felt that it would be more efficient to just take her home.” 

Y/N’s father’s glare softened. “If you insisted,” was all the rugged farmer could say.

Your mother grabbed you to take you inside, but you resisted slightly, thanking Leon for his Kindness instead. 

He tipped his hat, “No need to thank me, miss.” he said genuinely, “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning at the station.” 

He walked back to the patrol car and drove away, the dust from the unpaved driveway following him. 

Your mother wasted no time in pulling you harder than before, into the farmhouse.

“Y/n!” she scolded. “What were you doing accepting a ride from a man you had never met before? I hope Patrick’s parents don’t hear about it!” 

You cringed. You were so taken up with Deputy Kennedy’s kindness, you had completely forgotten that your parents had set you up with someone else.

Patrick was a young, college-educated fellow whose parents were influential in not just your town, but the entire southeast. Your mother was absolutely delighted when his mother, Suzanne approached her in church one Sunday and suggested setting you and Patrick up.

According to Suzanne, you were a charming match for her son, you had no reputation of being “fast” and came from a good god-fearing family. 

You had never interacted with Patrick before, despite your brother Hank having gone to school with him. When you asked Hank about Patrick, Hank scoffed. “That guy is known for being a candy-ass, but popular with the ladies. He was always playing backseat bingo with some floozy.”

“Mama and Daddy want to set me up with him.” She confessed to Hank. “Miss Suzanne insisted we meet.”

“You’ve got to be kidding, they’re that desperate to get you off the farm? I knew you were talking about that NACA stuff, but I didn’t think they were listening.” He said bluntly.

“What are you talking about?”

“They don’t want you going to college, Y/N. They want you close to home, that space shit, its just a bunch of bullshit.”

Y/N felt her ears get hot. Sure, she wasn’t the smartest, but she had won the Science Fair three years in a row, all of her projects inspired by NACA. She was interested in how intricate mathematical equations could put men into space.

“It's not bullshit.” She said quietly. 

“I know it's not bullshit to you, Y/N; but people around here, they don't know the difference.” 

She decided to end the conversation and head up to her room after that.

The next day she was dressed in her Sunday best waiting in the Armstrong family’s Parlor. It would be her first time meeting Patrick. He came strolling in, dressed in preppy casual attire, oblivious of his surroundings.

She rose to meet him. “Oh, darlin’ don’t you get out of that chair, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You blushed at him calling you a pet name so quickly. 

“I apologize, I didn’t know what to expect.”

“You’re too polite! I know why my mother had such an interest in you.” He said proudly.

You analyzed his features, his eyes were dark but expressive; his windblown hair had soft curls. You thought he was quite handsome, no wonder Hank had mentioned him being so popular with the girls. 

He sat down next to you, smelling of aftershave. You were enamored with him already, none of the boys at school ever paid you any mind. You could have never imagined holding a princely character such as Patrick’s undivided attention. 

As you two were starting to engage in casual conversation, an older woman in a maid’s uniform brought in a tray of iced tea & other refreshments.

“Thank you, Lavinia.” Patrick said passively. 

Lavinia just bowed silently and hurried out of the room quietly.

You had never been served by anyone before. You were so shocked you couldn’t even focus on the fact that Patrick was eyeing you carefully.

“Sooo, what do you do in your spare time y/n? Surely you don’t spend all your time entertaining farm animals all day.” 

That last part of the statement caught you off guard. Is that all he thought of you as? A simple farmer’s daughter?

You laughed awkwardly. The laugh was more for Patrick’s comfort as he was obviously proud of his poor attempt at humor. 

“I enjoy reading to the animals,” you said sarcastically. You looked as Patrick’s handsome features contorted into an expression between confusion and genuine concern.

“That was a joke,” you rushed to say. “I enjoy reading, but obviously to myself.”

Patrick’s face relaxed, relief spreading over his features. “Oh, that's neat! What do you like to read?” 

“Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles is one of my favorite books.” 

Patrick looked at you, the confused look coming back to his face. “That's…interesting.” He said, trying to be polite. 

“What do you like to do?” You tried to direct the conversation to himself.

You quickly learned Patrick loved to talk about himself, he couldn’t stop talking about his various “Achievements”. 

You listened patiently, thankful that he probably wouldn’t ask you any more questions about yourself; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself further. 

After he listed off his various conquests of sailing and horseback riding, he began to scoot closer to you.

“I think this has been a wonderful meeting, mother was right, you are quite beautiful.” He said, brushing stray hair behind your ear.

You blushed, you had never been touched like that.

“Do you think we could meet again next week? I would love to take you out.” 

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Wonderful!” He checked his wristwatch. “It looks like it’s getting late, would you like me to take you home?”

You looked at him hesitantly, you were unsure about having another man drive you home. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, an almost devious look shone through his eyes, “I don’t bite.”

You reluctantly agreed and soon you were in his 1956 Red Corvette. It was a sporty thing, he insisted riding with the ragtop down. He handed you a pair of sunglasses that were hiding in the glove compartment.

“You’ll need these.” He said as he put his own pair over his eyes.

He looked perfect. How could he be anything less? His life was absolutely charmed. You wondered if he ever felt out of place, of course not.

As the two of you were riding in the car, he moved his hand closer to you, slowly and put it on your knee.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, completely overwhelmed by all the new sensation. Wind blowing your hair violently, the scent of summer and Patrick’s warm large hand on your bare knee. 

The ride was over too soon for your liking. You handed the sunglasses back to him.

“Keep ‘em sweetheart. You’ll need them again when I pick you up next time.” He winked at you. 

You felt like your knees were going to turn to liquid and you felt like you couldn’t move.

He leaned over and gave you a peck on your cheek and you almost fell over. 

You quickly gathered your things.

“T-thank you for your time. It was really nice!” You stuttered out. 

“Anytime Sweetheart.”

When you got to the door safely and waved goodbye he started the car and rolled away. 

You would be dreaming of this moment for a while. 

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced reader

Warning: little bit of sad Bucky, a bit of upset Lottie (she’s a kid she has tantrums), mentions of the three boys that died, mostly fluff though, bucky being a good dad, Steve being the sweet uncle he is, takes of having children in the future

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: here is some fluff especially after the last two very sad chapters. Fury meets Charlotte, will he resist how adorable she is or will she win him over?

Series masterlist

Ch. 9

A yellow dress and light up sneakers.

That is all Lottie was willing to wear for days at a time. If you even grabbed a onesie or shirt she’d throw a fit. Bucky gave in first and put it on her even though she had gotten said dress dirty and it needed to be washed. The funniest thing to you was the reasons as to why he let her wear it.

‘But she looks so cute in it.’

‘It was a gift from her grandpa.’

‘Of course I put it on her, she was upset and I don’t like seeing her cry.’

You knew he was still working through the loss of the boys so you didn’t push him too much. Currently you had put your foot down and both father and daughter were pouting.

“I’m just going to wash it. The dress is filthy.”

“Mama on.” Lottie tugged on the dress.

“Sweet Angel, I’ll put it on in a little bit, I have to wash it.” You said as you walked toward the washing machine.

“Mama on.”

Lottie followed you out of her room while she cried. Bucky was right behind her trying to pick her up but she wasn’t having it. The washing machine was ready and you tossed the dress in, causing Lottie to be even more distressed. You picked her up to show her what you were doing.

“Look sweet Angel. I’m just washing it, so it’s nice and clean.”

“Bath mama?” Lottie pointed at the water.

“Yes it’s a bath for your dress cuz it’s stinky. Like your butt.” You tickle her sides causing her to giggle through her tears. “Come on, let’s watch Belle with daddy.”

Lottie cheered, completely forgetting about the dress. Bucky had gone ahead and set up the movie in the living room. It was his turn to look upset.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Do we really have to watch this movie again?”

A satisfied smirk rests on your lips. Bucky groans and throws his head back. Since your father had shown up and given his new granddaughter the dress he said it was only right that she watched the movie. She was hooked so beauty and the beast was playing constantly.

“What was it that you said the other day? Oh yeah ‘she’s upset and I don’t like seeing her cry.’ You know I can’t take off the dress while she sleeps because she wakes up. I had to do it my love. Besides, look at how happy she is to spend time with daddy.” You said as you sat Lottie down beside him.

The toddler looked up at her father and pointed at the tv. Her little face was full of happiness the minute the music started to play. She hopped off the couch and began dancing along. You sat down and laid against Bucky when he lifted his arm so that you could be as close as possible.

“You should dance with her.” You tell Bucky when it gets to the scene where Belle and Beast dance together. He turns his head slightly before shaking it no. “Come on, teach her how a girl should be treated.”

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes but the minute he took Lottie’s hands in his and started swaying, he couldn’t stop smiling. He dipped and twirled and lifted her all around the living room. And you got every single moment on video. Lottie’s arms wrapped around his neck as she gave him kisses on his cheek.

“I see how it is. Are you having a dance party without me?” Steve said as he walked into the room.

“Steeb.” Lottie yelled in excitement. She had been learning everyone’s names but she was having trouble with his, it was cute and Steve loved it.

Lottie jumps out of Bucky’s arms and into Steve’s. She hadn’t seen him in about two weeks since he had to leave for a mission.

“Where’s your princess dress, sweetheart?”

“Bath.” She replies as she boops his nose. Steve returns the gesture before kissing her forehead.

“Her dress is in the bath?”

“It was the easiest way to explain a washing machine.” You shrug.

“Oh.” He replies as he sits down, Charlotte in his lap and snuggling into his chest. It was obvious they missed each other. “So is this going to be her birthday theme?”

“Either that or a play on words with the number four.” You look over at Steve and Lottie. “Doesn’t it freak you out sometimes to think she was born in the 80s but she’s a baby?”

“Not really. I mean look at us. We’re almost 100 years old and we don’t look like it.”

“Wait.” You say up straight trying to hold back a laugh. “So if someone that’s older dates a younger person they’re considered a cradle robber, does that make me a grave robber?”

Steve throws his head back in laughter but Bucky just glared at you.

“I’m sitting right here.” He throws a cushion at you. It only serves to make you laugh more.

“Babe, I’m just kidding. You’re the cutest senior citizen I’ve ever seen.” You say as you move closer to him. He side-eyes you but can’t hide his smile when you kiss his cheek. “Don’t forget you’re a total dilf.” You whisper in his ear causing him to turn beet red.

Bucky was pulling away, you could feel it. It happened after the funeral. He was grieving you knew that but every night once he thought you were asleep he would slip out of bed and head towards his own apartment. It wouldn’t matter much except you were practically living together. You gave him the space he so clearly wanted, only asking Friday where he was and what he was doing.

“He seems to be crying.” The A.I. replied and you wanted to go to him but you knew if he wanted someone around he would have stayed.

You wanted to do something for him. It had been a few weeks since your date and you were due for another. Steve had agreed to babysit Lottie. Now you only have to gather your supplies and get ready.

The night was comfortably cool, still you filled the back of the pick up truck with pillows and blankets. There was a small radio tucked in a corner, your laptop and a picnic basket. You had asked Tony to dim the outdoor lighting even though you were driving further into the compound property. The lights would have made it difficult to stargaze. All you had to do now was wait for Bucky to show up. He had asked a hundred questions when you texted him to dress comfortably and meet you in the parking garage.

The elevator doors open and you perk up at the sound of footsteps. Bucky rounded the corner to find you leaning against the pick up. He wore a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was still damp so you were sure he came straight down from training.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about now?”

“Get your ass in the car and let’s go. You’ll see soon enough.”

Bucky walks toward the driver side and you put a hand on his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You look up at him confused.

“I always drive.”

“First of all, you do not and second you don’t even know where we’re going. Now go be my passenger princess.”

“Your passenger what?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you. You laugh and wave him over to the passengers side.

“Will you just get in?”

Bucky narrows his eyes but does as you ask. You climb into the driver’s seat and take off as soon as you’re both settled. The drive is only about five minutes. You both could have just walked there but you wanted to use the bed of the truck. There’s a clearing in the middle of the wooded area, one that Tony mentioned would be used to build cabin style homes in the future. You park the truck and hop out with Bucky following.

“Can I ask what we’re doing out here? Are we burying a body or something?”

You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself on your toes to give him a kiss.

“No, I just wanted to do something nice for you. Although I love the fact that you’re willing to help bury a body.” He shrugs as you open the back of the truck so that you could get in, turning on the lantern you had brought. “Now, music or movie?”

Bucky’s hands cup your face and his lips capture yours in an instant. He’s sure and calculating with his moves. His tongue swipes at your lips but before things go further Bucky pulls away.

Tease.

“Music.” He answers and lets you set up the speaker.

You selected a playlist created just for him with a mixture of big band songs he liked and some modern ones you liked. As the first notes of the song plays Bucky pulls you into him again and sways with you. A bit slower and a lot more intimate. He hums along as he rests his cheek against your temple. When the song ends he pulls back and smiles at you before picking you up and setting you down on the back of the truck. It only takes a few seconds before you’re both comfortably laying in each other’s arms.

“I want to ask you something.”

“You can ask me anything, sugar.”

“Will you officially move into my apartment?” You said as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“You want me to move in?”

You chuckle. “We’re together all the time and you sleep with me anyways. Lottie loves seeing you in the mornings. All you have to do is move your stuff over so you don’t have leave to take a shower at your place. Only if you want to though.” You can see him thinking it over.

“Ok, I’ll move in.”

“Really?” You smile.

“Really. I have a question for you now.”

“Shoot.”

“How would you feel about officially being Charlotte’s mother?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how would you feel about adopting Lottie? Everyone knows you’re her mom but there is no paper that says it. And in case anything ever happened to me it would be difficult for you to care for her in certain aspects.”

“I never even thought of that. Of course I’d love to adopt her.” You kiss his cheek. “Look at us being responsible.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, who would have thought we’d be sharing an apartment and a kid.”

You sit up and look at him. “For the record, I am more than happy that it’s you.” You lean down and kiss him. “And I know we’ve only been together for a little over a month but I’ve loved you for a lot longer than that. So if or when the time is right I’d love to share more kids with you.”

“You’ve thought about it? Having kids with me.”

“Yup. I knew you’d be a great dad and seeing you with Lottie is proof.” He gives you a bashful smile with rosy cheeks to make him look even more adorable.

“I’ve thought about it too.” He admits, it’s just a whispered confession. “A little us running around.” His hand travels up and down your arm.

“I’ve been thinking about the boys a lot too.”

“Yeah? Anything specific?”

“Just what they would be like. If they had abilities like their sister, what their favorite cartoon would have been.” You take a deep breath trying to keep the tears at bay.

“I just hope someone showed them even a little bit of kindness. Can you imagine four three year olds running around here?”

“Couldn’t be any worse than the team.”

Bucky chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

“They’re at peace now and I take comfort in knowing no one will ever be able to hurt them again.” He says quietly.

You nod in agreement and kiss his cheek one more time. There’s not much else you can say. Instead you lay in his arms and listen as he starts pointing out constellations to you.

The team was seated around a conference room table with Fury standing at the front of the room. Everyone had tablets in their hands as fury droned on and on about what important information had been found either by the team or Shield agents.

“So with the intel Sharon intercepted we have three separate missions that you will have to plan and execute.”

There’s a knock that interrupts him. Everyone turns to find Charlotte’s face and hands pressed against the glass on the bottom half of the door. She smiles when she notices the attention and her hand pounds the glass lightly. The team chuckles and Bucky moves to see why she’s up here in the first place.

“I am so sorry Sergeant Barnes,” Ivy said once Bucky opened the door. “She just took off and I tried to stop her but she’s pretty fast. I don’t even know how she found her way here.” She says as she catches her breath.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for looking out for her.”

Lottie had walked past her father, her favorite sneakers lighting the way and into the meeting room you were all in. Bucky shuts the door and apologizes for the intrusion. No one really cares, except for maybe Fury who looks unimpressed.

Charlotte walks towards him and she cranes her neck to be able to look up at him. Her arms stretch upward and she does grabby hands as best she can. She is holding up her pink bear.

“I do not pick up babies.” Fury says in a grumpy tone.

“Come here sweet Angel, come with mama.” You stood up from your place and rounded the table.

Charlotte’s bottom lip jutted out and wobbled. She was on the verge of tears.

“Uppies?” Her voice sounded small and unsure. Lottie’s eyes were wide as she waited to be picked up.

“Who taught her how to say uppies?” You asked.

“Me. Now come on, don't be mean to the kid Fury. Pick her up.” Clint said from his seat. There was a chorus of agreement from the others.

Reluctantly Fury picked Charlotte up and fumbled slightly until he was able to hold her comfortably. They stared at each other for a moment before Lottie smiled at him. The corners of Fury’s lips pulled upward for just a moment before he turned back to the team. You all had shit eating grins on your faces and Tony was taking pictures with his phone.

“Stark, there’s highly classified information in this room.” Fury barked out. “You have to delete those.”

“Chill out man, I blurred everything except for you.”

Fury glares at him for a moment. “Anyways, as I was saying. We have three missions. Wilson, Romanoff and Barton. You will have to head down to Bolivia.” He hits a button on the remote he was holding and the information he had mentioned pops up. “In three days there will be a shipment of weapons arriving at that location. It needs to be intercepted and the location they were going to needs to be destroyed. We believe these weapons were also created with Loki’s scepter. Overall it shouldn’t take more than two days.”

Sam, Clint and Nat all ask the questions they need before Fury moves on to the next mission.

“Rogers, Stark and Maximoff, you’re headed to Japan. Hydra has threatened a small pharmaceutical lab to work on some highly toxic gas or be blown into oblivion. You’ll need to leave tonight.”

“Do we know what this gas would be used for?” Steve asked.

“We think it would be used just like tear gas but this is more dangerous. In high concentration it can be deadly and if used at all it’s basically like mind control.”

“Why doesn’t hydra just create their own?” Wanda asked from her seat, waving at Lottie when the latter waved at her.

“Two reasons. The equipment needed is very difficult to buy. There are many security checks and such it can take about a year before you even get on the list of approved buyers. The second is this person here.” Fury clicks the remote and a picture of a young woman pops up. “She’s the only person with access to use that equipment. They need her to be able to create the gas.”

“Well, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Finally the last mission.” He says as he adjusts Lottie in his arms. She smiles at him and rests her head on his shoulder. This time he can’t hold back the small smile that escapes him. “Y/LN, Barnes there’s an auction happening in six days. Most of it is weapons, art or state secrets. We have people working on those. There is one item we think is a person. Someone with abilities and we think hydra is trying to auction them for missions. If our information is correct this person can make themselves invisible. So we need as much information as possible to find out where they’re being kept. You are only to get information. You will not engage with anyone.”

“So this is just a recon mission?” Bucky asks as he looks from Fury to you.

“Yes, if we can get the name of the person with the highest bid we can monitor when the asset is moved and hopefully intercept the delivery. I know it’s not your normal assignment Y/LN but there is a chance the asset could be there. If that’s the case we want you to extract them from the situation and I’ve heard you have a calming presence.” He says as he looks at Bucky.

The others chuckle as Bucky scowls in Fury’s direction.

“I can do that.”

“Good, you’ll leave in five days so that you can scope out the place and set up any equipment you may need. There will be two safe houses for you to use. One for when you get there, one for when you leave just in case your cover is blown.”

Both you and Bucky nod in acknowledgment.

“We’ll debrief as you come back from the missions and prepare for the next once we have the information needed for the asset.” Fury said his goodbye and gave Lottie to Steve.

Steve heads over to where Wanda and Tony are talking about the mission. He sets Lottie on his lap. Steve loved to hang out with her before a mission if he had a chance. With Lottie being looked after, Bucky takes your hand and you both head toward your now shared apartment.

“It’s our first mission together since we found Charlotte.” You mention.

“We’ll be fine. It’s a recon mission. All we do is sit there and watch and listen.”

“If that’s the case then why are we going and not Shield agents?”

“Because the asset might be there. This is hydra so I’d know how to handle them if they attack. Fury was right though, you do have a calming presence which will be helpful.”

“You think so?” You ask as you step into the living room. Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulders.

“I know so. You helped me feel safe when you guys found me in that little apartment.”

“Babe…”

“It’s true, it’s why Charlotte feels safe with you and why you’re so good at being our field medic. When the team sees you they know they’re safe.”

You give him a shy smile as he sits on the couch and pulls you onto his lap.

“It will be easy, all we have to do is make sure we get the information we need and get back to Charlotte safe.” Bucky kisses your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer.

You just hope he’s right.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: @fayemenelmir Hey there. Is it possible to get some more Gamer Dean? Or a Gamer Sam (With him MMO’s would be awesome)? Read the Gamer Dean Series a 3rd or 4th time now. Probably reader and Sam or Dean meeting in a game, she is a hunter as well and they really like each other and are desperate to meet, but can’t since they are afraid to drag the other one into the hunter life. Then they meet in a bar before a hunt and idk… she tells him about this “hot guy I’ve got to work with now”?

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You drummed your fingers on your desk as you waited for you character to load. Your headphones were on your ears, as you preferred to hear it that way. Barely on 10 seconds, and his name popped up, making you grin.

Theinastus- Well hello.  Kanestinia- Hey :)

You bit your lip. You’d been talking to him for quite a bit now, and seeing his name always made you blush. 

Theinastus- How was your trip? Kanestinia- Pretty good. Boring all on my own :( Theinastus- Poor baby. Want some company? ;)

Laughing, you shook your head and typed out your reply.

Kanestinia- I’m sure I wouldn’t get much driving done! Lol Theinastus- Probably not. Wanna do a random? Kanestinia- Maybe in the morning :( I just got on to do a couple dailies. I’ve been slacking…  Theinastus- 11? Kanestinia- Works for me.  Theinastus- Sounds like a date. I’ll bring the looks.  Kanastinia- You are such a dork. But, I’ll bring the DPS.

The two of you continued to chat while you did your dailies and he screwed around. You didn’t know his real name, and he didn’t know yours. It was safer that way. While you really liked him, you couldn’t drag him into this life. It wouldn’t be right. You were a hunter, and not in that ‘shooting Bambi’ kinda way. You hunted all the evil things that actually existed.

Dean groaned when he saw you go offline. You’d stayed on 10 extra minutes just to talk to him, but had a long day tomorrow. Sam came in, raising an eyebrow at him. “Isn’t that where I left you? Like…4 hours ago?”

“Pretty much. I got up to get a beer, and take a leak. That’s about it.” He shrugged.

“Why don’t you just meet her already? You went from watching too much porn to…that.” He motioned to the computer.

He laughed. “First of all ‘that’ is World of Warcraft. I can be, or do, damn near anything. I was playing this before I started talking to her, not the other way around. And, no, Sammy, I’m not meeting her.” He got up, grabbing his empty beer.

Sam sighed. “Why not?”

“We’re hunters!” He pointed out. “In case you haven’t notice, we lose people we care about in this business. Let her stay some virtual chick that is perfectly safe from the bad luck that comes from being near us.” He ranted.

“You love her.” He grinned. “Dude.” Dean gave him a look. “You’re in love!”

“So what. It doesn’t matter. Drop it.” It was obvious that it upset him, so Sam let it be.

The next morning at 10:50, you logged on to see him waiting.

Kanestinia- Awe. Were you anxious to see me?  Theinastus-  Shut up. Wench.  Kanestinia- Is that anyway to talk to the future mother of your virtual children? :P Theniastus- Fine. Miss Wench!  Kanestinia- Just invite me so we can get in queue.  Theniastus- Yes, dear.

You quickly accepted the invite and hoped you didn’t get a dickbag group again. A couple weeks before you ended up leaving the group because a couple of the guys in group didn’t know what they were doing.

Thankfully you got a pretty awesome group- laid back, but knew how to get shit done. You went through pretty quickly, and thanked them before leaving.

Kanestinia- Not a single upgrade, man.  Theinastus- Wtf you bitching about? I didn’t win a single roll.  Kanestinia- I rigged it. Lol Oops.  Theinastus- How do you rig it? Did you pay someone off? How much gold do you have? :O  Kanestinia- Are you trying to find out if I’m wealthy? Are you a gold digger? *gasps* You just want me for my booty! LOL Theinastus- I’m sure it’s a very nice booty ;)  Kanestinia- I think so.

A week later, a new motel. Another night hoping to see him on. Sadly, he was nowhere to be seen, so you sent him in game mail.

Theinastus-  Hope you’re having a killer Friday night! Don’t get too wasted on me. I need my DH :( I’ll be on tomorrow morning for a few before I need to run some errands. Hope to see you then! -K

Hitting send, you opted to quest for a bit before heading to bed.

Dean ducked as a fist came flying at him. “Son of a bitch!” He growled, running into the vamp’s stomach with his shoulder, taking him down.

Sam came running from another room, blood splattered on him. He was breathing heavy as he rushed to help his brother.

“Awe, man.” He sighed, seeing your name go offline just as he logged on. Seeing he had mail, he grinned. Reading it quickly, he went to reply.

Sam looked over his shoulder to read. “Awe. How sweet. She needs you.” He chuckled, slapping Dean on the back before walking away.

“At least there’s a woman in my life, Sammy.”

“Who you refuse to meet.”

Dean turned and looked at him before typing. “Look at us. We came back to the motel covered in blood. You think I want to bring her into that?”

Sam gave him a sad smile. “I know you don’t, Dean. Go on. Write back.”

K- I’m sorry I missed you. You can say I had a pretty killer night. Lots of action ;) I’ll be on and waiting for you.  Until then- T

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Hijikata's Short Story from the Manyo no Shou Special Edition Booklet (Translation)

I think this story deserves a CG: It’s got that cinematic quality.

No one can survive Hijikata’s stare unless it’s Chizuru near the end of Edo Blossom:)

(As stories from this particular booklet can be read either before or after playing the Manyo no Shou game, I’m not adding spoiler alerts. If you need spoiler alerts in future translations from this booklet, please let me know.)

This story was written by Izumi Nagano (長野和泉）.

“Hijikata-san, I brought you some tea.” 

As usual, I was working on some documents in my room when I heard Yukimura’s voice from outside the shoji. 

“Yeah, come in.” I replied, still busy with the documents. 

I felt the shoji open behind me, and Yukimura came to my side of the desk. 

And then, as she tried to put the teacup on the desk——

 “Oops……！”

My elbow knocked against Yukimura because I was trying to write a character.

“Ouch…!” 

Yukimura slipped her hand and dropped the teacup on the tatami floor. 

“It's hot…!” 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

I quickly took Yukimura’s hand and checked the extent of the burn. 

“Ah, I’m fine. It didn’t get on my hand.” 

Yukimura said, trying to pull her hand back, but——

 “I’m just doing this to make sure that you are alright.”

 I grabbed Yukimura’s wrist and stopped her from pulling back. 

And then, I made sure that she didn’t get any burns on her hands.

 “Good, it looks like you didn’t get burned.” 

“Y-yes…” 

While I felt relieved, I noticed that Yukimura’s hand was trembling in my grip. 

Yukimura’s cheeks were turning red, and she looked embarrassed as she avoided my eyes.

(I’m in trouble. I thought it would be awful if she should get burned, so I forgot myself and grabbed her wrist, but Yukimura is after all a young girl…)

 I should have a proper sense of the subtle boundaries between men and women. 

“…Sorry, I suddenly grabbed your hand. I don’t usually do such a thing, but I just forgot myself earlier.” 

I apologized just in case, and Yukimura nodded, all blushing. 

“I, I understand. I’m…fine.” 

She said with a face that didn’t look fine at all, which made me more worried. 

But she just kept her head down and stood up. 

“I’ll get a rag for the cleaning. I spilled tea on the tatami.” 

“Go ahead. Sorry for making you go through the trouble.” 

“No…it’s my fault.” 

After saying that, Yukimura left my room as if to escape.

After that, Yukimura came back with a rag in her hand. She wiped up the spilled tea, and put the tea she just brewed on my desk. 

“…Please enjoy your tea. I’m sorry for taking so long.” 

“No, it’s not like I have any urgent work to do, so don’t worry about it…but it’s rare for you to make such a mistake. Is something wrong?..Huh?” 

When I looked at Yukimura’s face again, I noticed that she had an odd complexion, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

“You don’t look well, are you getting enough sleep?” 

“Ah…” Yukimura lowered her head awkwardly at my remark. 

“You’re not sleeping, are you? What were you doing? Did some of the soldiers tell you to do some chores for them or something?” 

“No, that’s not it…!” 

“Then why? You can’t  fall asleep?”

Her father was still missing and his whereabouts unknown. I thought to myself that it was understandable that she couldn’t sleep because of the anxiety. 

But Yukimura said, “Actually, the other day, I borrowed a book on medicine from Dr. Matsumoto to read and… before I knew it, it was morning.” 

“From Dr. Matsumoto?” 

“Yes. I thought that if I learned some medical knowledge, I could help treat the injuries and illnesses of the soldiers. It would be best if we could always get Dr. Matsumoto to visit us, but he is busy. ” 

“…I see.” 

I was somewhat amazed by her reasons. 

(She’s in a position where we’re holding her captive, and yet she says she wants to help us. How nice can she be?) 

But still, I couldn’t help feeling glad that she sincerely wanted to contribute to the Shinsengumi. 

 “I understand your feelings very well. But if you overdo it and end up like this, you may cause trouble for the Shinsengumi instead.” 

“…Yes.”

“From what I see, you are doing your job conscientiously. Just take it easy. Got it?” 

I regretted sounding like a moralizer. 

“…Yes, I understand.” 

Yukimura also seemed to think she was scolded, and looked down with a solemn face.

 (This is awkward, somehow…)

 As I was thinking so, I sipped the tea from the teacup. 

It was the same tea she always brewed for me, with just the right strength and temperature. After moistening my throat with the mellow bitterness of the tea, I said, “You can go now. And go back to your room and take a nap. Okay?” 

“But…” 

“If you have something to do, ask another soldier to help you. If you don’t learn to delegate work to others, you’ll never reduce your workload.” 

Then Yukimura looked at me with her eyes wide open, as if she had heard something surprising. 

“…What’s wrong?” 

“No… I just remembered that Sannan-san said something similar to Hijikata-san before.” (perhaps this is a flashback of one of the tsukikage no shou drama CDs...but the problem is Chizuru is not present in that story)

“You don’t have to remember unnecessary things. Just return to your room, okay?” 

“Ah… Yes! I will take my leave.”

 Yukimura said in a flustered manner, then bowed her head lightly and left the room. 

(True, I’m not in a position to nag Yukimura either.)

I thought I’d go for a walk for a change of air, and I stretched lightly. 

A few days had passed since that incident.

I was working in my room when Yukimura brought me some tea, as considerate as always.

 “Excuse me. Hijikata-san, I brought you some tea.” 

“Thanks. Just put it there.” 

Yukimura heard my reply and was about to leave after putting the tea down. 

I suddenly remembered what had happened the other day and stopped writing. 

“Wait a minute.” 

As I turned around, I saw Yukimura’s face and she looked surprised.

 “Don’t move.” 

“Y-yes…” 

I ignored Yukimura’s trembling reply, brought my face closer, and stared into her eyes. 

“Hmm… You don’t look like you stayed up late last night... You can go now.” 

“…Y-yes!”

 Yukimura’s cheeks turned red in an instant, and she ran out of the room after this strained reply.

 “Ah…” 

I realized that I had made the same mistake as the other day, but it was too late. 

While sipping the tea that Yukimura had brought me, I absent-mindedly wondered what I should do. 

(The end)