#honestly it’s giving ‘i’m 14 and make out with my hand’

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Oh shit Never noticed slowed down first .gif Tom slightly opens his mouth before kissing Greg on the forehead which makes it infinitely more sensual e.g. Greg kissing Tom’s hand while doing coke

They are……… so gay

Tom Wambsgans + Greg Hirsch in Succession - S3E07

[callooopie]

Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. 2)

— The hastily written during work break edition —

I get messages from the stars, when you’re making love to me — Messages From the Stars // The Rah Band

i go to college to get more knowledge but why does college interfere with my tumblr writing 😔 I’m not even at school yet and I’ve gotta start kicking into academic gear..

In light of some recent episode developments. I think I’ll rescind the headcannon that his name is Benjicot Davos. It’s just Davos now. (Lowkey… I thought HBO would just honestly write out the character of Benjicot… I was apparently wrong when they just mentioned him ig) anyways new headcannon Davos has a little brother, surprise. Ben’s gotta learn unhinged behavior from somewhere after all.. and what better way to start than with his “cool” older brother.

You know that text post that goes like “Have you ever argued with your girlfriend?” “Nope. She tells me to shut up and I do.” That was actually a text convo between Davos and his friend. He’s dumb, but not stupid. If you tell him to do something he’s doing it (as long as it’s legal… then again he’s really not the type to listen to the law)

He likes slow and domestic mornings. Getting up late, brushing your teeth together. He’ll flick water at you as you’re brushing your hair or doing your skincare routine with the most dopey and tired smile. He knows he’s won when you stop what you’re doing to stare at him with an unamused look. He washes his face like a lunatic though (both hands just furiously rubbing his face with little to no product). He’ll make the coffee and you turn on the tv. Pure silence except for the background noise of a news channel or show. Don’t even get him started on the part where you both fall back asleep on the couch as the sun rises and sunlight funnels in through the curtains. Pure bliss.

He LOVES girls night. How did he get an invite? He didn’t! But he’s quiet and normal, so he gets the girls night pass. It could be just you, or a few friends, even a group. But Davos will be there using the face masks, eating the finger food, drinking the fancy drinks. His girls night pass gets revoked though because he does not pay attention to the talk. He’s too busy devouring the charcuterie board to care about drama! …oh that’s the whole point of girls night? Oh… “Oh—and we like her right? …she’s problematic? …So we hate her? Oh… okay yeah she sounded weird—“

“Unique” pet names. There’s always the classics (love, darling, cutie, honey) but he’s got a few under his belt that turn heads, in a bad way maybe. He starts off pretty tame, he uses “my lady” a lot (chivalry-pilled). “Ma’am” too. “My lady” has a chance to devolve into “my liege” :/ Davos calls you pookie and you call him pookie back. You’re both pookie what can I say (sometimes uses the shortened ‘pooks’). Every single pet name he uses must have ‘my’ in front of it. “Do you want to get that pizza from that one place, my lady? Yeah? Okay—No I can pay don’t worry about it, my lovely.”

If you’re not a gamer, but you like to play in both casual and competitive games with him. The only reason you’re having a pretty good game in a competitive game is because Davos is fighting for his life to give you guys the W. Sometimes you’re a little lost, sometimes you clutch up. But usually it’s him, keyboard furiously clicking, eyes darting around his monitor. His face is literally in the monitor he’s so locked in. And you’re just in the call like (“Aw dang it I died.. woww you make it look so easy!”) “Me? No you’re doing work too—look at all those assists and kills you got. You’re pulling your weight too. You get ‘em low I clean up. It’s these other fuckers on our team that aren’t—“ (he went 30/14/5 and you went 10/21/16)

Regardless of your skills in video games, he gets so hype for you in them. Casual or competitive, he’s screaming about every single achievement you or you both make. A clutch round you win all by yourself? GG EZ TELL EM TO GO NEXT THEY DON’T WANT YOUR SMOKE. You build something in your shared Minecraft world? Stunning, beautiful. The architecture is to die for. The redstone? You did that all yourself? He would’ve thought you followed a tutorial it was so good!

Can eat, will eat. He’s a big strong boy, he’s gotta eat. Which means if you ask for Taco Bell or McDonald’s at 2 am? He’s gonna get some with you! You can honestly just text him an order and he’ll understand right away. This turns into you both driving around late at night, music blasting and you feeding him fries. Speaking of food; he’s a heavy believer in the ‘boyfriend tax’. He will steal a sip of your drink or a bite of your food, regardless of consequences.

I do believe Davos is sassy. It’s like dangerous levels of sass he gives you sometimes. It makes you do a double take. Side-eyes, eye rolls, scoffs, dramatic sighs. He is a drama queen.

How he deals with others who bother you in public can range between normal and not normal. Davos has a few options that run through his mind when you encounter a catcaller or unwanted advances. He can either tell the guy to fuck off, start a fight, start barking at him. He will bark, he has barked. It startled you more than the offending guy. But also Davos knows when to get serious, when to actually deal with someone who’s invading your space or not leaving you alone. He’s a tall dude, he works out. He can be pretty imposing. And he’s not afraid to be the first one to hit or push, especially if the offending man has gotten on his nerves too. And not just because they were trying to flirt or shoot a shot at you.

A big aquarium date guy. Or any date really. Actually, any way he can hang out or be near you is considered a date to him and something that makes his day much better. He likes spending time with you, and he likes showing you off to the public. He gets to walk next to you and say “that’s my date! They’re on a date with me!” It’s perhaps the best part of the whole day, being able to be seen right with you. Even if you’re just a passing couple, two people in the midst of a whole crowd, it’s still something to Davos. And that something tells everyone that you’re his.

[themultifandomgal]

I have a Mark Sloan x female

What if Mark Sloan had been dating Meredith’s older sister who is head of trauma. Y/n and Mark broke after the situation with his daughter and grandson.

After the night at Joes after the attendings had been celebrating Derek, Mark and y/n ends the night with sleeping together.

About 8 or 9 weeks y/n starts to feeling nauseous and tired. Callie starts to feel the same way as y/n, the two friends takes a pregnancy test and they both finds out that they are pregnant.

Callie had slept with a stranger from joes bar.

Y/n tells Mark that she is pregnant with his child and he wants them to get back together.

Maybe you can make it as two or three parts, something based on season 7 episode 9, 13 and 14

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt1

It all started 9 weeks ago with one drunken night at Joe’s Bar. One night of weakness. I promised myself I wouldn’t run back to Mark, but I did. We broke up because I felt he needed to focus on his daughter and his unborn grandchild. I still love him, I think I always will. Maybe braking up was a mistake, but here we are. Now Callie and I are sat in my bedroom both with pregnancy tests in hand

“I’m scared” I reveal

“Me to. At least you’ll know who the dad is though”

“Why did we go to the bar that night?”

“Because we were celebrating Derek. The real question is why did we get so drunk?” Callie replies

“Cal, what are we going to do if they’re positive?”

“Well, you need to talk to Mark. But whatever you decide to do I’ll be by your side. If I’m pregnant I’ve already decided I’m going to keep them”

“I mean I have wanted to be a mom forever and I am getting older” just then the timer goes off. Both Callie and I take in a deep breath and look down at the tests in our hands. 2 pink lines. Pregnant. Tears immediately start to threaten to fall from my eyes, emotions are all over the place, scared, confused, excitement

“I’m pregnant” Callie says

“Me to”

“You ok?”

“I honestly don’t know how I feel. You?” I turn to face my best friend

“Same. Guess I gotta tell Arizona now”

“Fuck I gotta tell Mark” I groan placing my head in my hands

“You want me to come with you?”

“No” I shake my head “I gotta do this myself. I’ll call you later”

“Good luck” Callie says as I get up from the couch and leave my apartment, heading straight for my car and then Marks place.

I knock on the door waiting for what feels like ages until it finally opens up to a confused looking Mark

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure…” Mark opens up the door more so I can step into his place. Knowing where everything is I head straight to the kitchen to get out a bottle of beer for him and a glass of juice for myself

“Bit early to drink isn’t it”

“I think your gonna need it. Go sit” I follow Mark back into the living room and sit down next to him. It’s silent for a number of minutes until Mark finally says

“So you going to tell me why your here and trying to get me drunk while you sip on orange juice”

“Mark, I’m pregnant”

“Your… you… are you sure”

“Yeah. Took a test this morning. Plus no period, I’ve been feeling nauseous and tired. Boobs are aching and I swear they’re already a cup size bigger”

“But we used…”

“Are you sure we did because we were both pretty drunk. Look I think I want this, the baby. I’m getting older and I’ve wanted kids for a long time. If you want to be apart of their life I would love that, if not then that’s ok I under….”

“No I want to do this. I’ve missed the chance to be a dad before. I’m not doing that again. I want to be part of their life”

“Well ok then. I still need to book for a scan so I’ll Errm let you know” I stand up ready to leave

“Wait. Err I was just making some lunch, made to much for one… so if you’d like, you can stay for a bit” I give Mark a little smile and nod my head

“Ok. Yeah”

[tiredmamaissy]

hey 👋

i think this is the longest i've been gone. i missed you all a lot. i've been writing this entire time, and wanted to finish the last (for now, it’s definitely not completed) two chapters of the ralak series before officially coming back. i didn't want to come back without some sort of peace offering (lol how could i come back empty handed?) and i don’t want to leave you guys hanging again, gotta give some sort of closure to this series!

i'm almost finished, but i felt like i needed to come on here and explain myself.

i've been really struggling with my mental lately. it's just been pretty bad, to be frank. and when i get like this, i find it extremely difficult to juggle all that life entails, and will typically neglect certain aspects of it just to get by. unfortunately, this, and my social life, have taken the biggest hit. i find it hard to keep in touch regularly with friends, and i end up just retreating into my shell. motivation becomes little, or nothing at all.

i don't want to go into too much detail, but i've found myself between a rock and a hard place. i don't feel like i have many options in my current situation. i feel trapped. i suppose i've felt this way for the past few years, but it's just been pretty bad recently. issy has been an escape for me. i created a ‘new’ identity, one that i could unapologetically be myself. no face to the name type of thing. i fell in love with pandora, yearning to go there. and suddenly, my ideal world--my ideal everything was at my fingertips.

when i first started, the feeling of regaining my identity after so many years was exhilarating. i put many, many things on the back burner to immerse myself into this feeling and this world. quicker meals, shorter showers, later bedtimes. i did any and everything to dedicate as much time as i could muster up to hold onto this new identity. i could feel myself becoming happier, slipping back into who i was before i lost her.

but life just happens. you know? it continued, and it did so ten-fold. it was one thing after the next, and soon my plate was so full that i had to take something off of it. i guess i'm used to choosing myself to neglect first, so i told myself i'd put this off until i could get through this and then come back. so i did, and i came back. then life happened again. so i left, and came back.

but this time around life hit me hard. i felt like i was playing a game on the hardest difficulty, with a half a life, no pauses, and no way to exit safely. i'm still playing that game, but i've realised that i should really try to make the most of it. so i've been writing in what time i have. it's been one of my biggest escapes and it makes me happy that i can share it, and see that others enjoy what my silly brain comes up with.

i'm ready to come back, but i'm honestly still really overwhelmed with life. i really, really don't want to disappoint anyone…and i can't promise that i won't leave again anytime soon. i never want to leave. and honestly, i don't think i'll ever really leave for good. i will forever love avatar, and all that it’s done for me for the past 14 years. i guess i’m just trying to say… thank you all for your patience and love.

okidoki, let me stop here while i can lol.

ill be posting the chapters as soon as i'm done with them, ofc. i love you guys!! i’m heading to bed and will try to clear out my inbox and dm’s asap

-issy 💜

[redrose10]

Chapter 14! Honestly I didn’t expect this go past 4 or 5 chapters in total so this is crazy, but I really appreciate all the feedback and love that I’ve received. I think this chapter and the next one are going to be quite the roller coaster ride.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,018

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

“Alright, I just texted Suri to let her know that I told you about the baby and that you’re really upset and trying to leave. I asked if she wanted to come over and talk this through. She said she’s on her way.”, Yoongi said taking a seat next to you. You were still nervous about this whole thing. Even though the previous week had been spent doing everything to prepare. Making sure everyone’s stories matched up. Woo-Sung came over for dinner and he was even more handsome and charming in person which made Yoongi turn into a jealous rude jerk causing a small argument, but the two of you recovered quickly. Your bags were already packed and hiding out in your room. All you had to do was put your acting skills to the test when Suri got there and make it believable.

Yoongi noticed that you were still uncertain about the whole situation by the way you kept twisting your wedding ring around your finger. A nervous habit of yours that he had picked up. Gently he placed a hand on your thigh giving it a light squeeze.

“Text me when you get to Jimins and call me if you need anything at any point. I’ll keep you updated too.”

You nodded in acceptance, “I will Yoongi. I just hope everything goes smoothly.”

“We’ll make it wor-“

There was a knock at the door that interrupted you both.

He looked over at you with a sly smile, “Show time.”

He gave you a quick kiss before jogging over to the door. You ran off to your room to wait for Yoongi to join you. It had only been seconds, but already felt like hours.

Yoongi swung open the front door greeted by a smug Suri sipping on an Iced Americano.

“Glad to see you finally came to your senses.”, she said letting herself in.

Yoongi rolled his eyes closing the door behind her.

“Should you really be drinking coffee like that right now?”

“The doctor said a cup a day is fine. You’d know that if you bothered to show up at all for our baby.”

He had to take a deep breath and remind himself to stay calm before he snapped and ruined everything.

“So where is the little boyfriend stealer? Did she leave already? I definitely want to turn her room into the nursery.”

Yoongi couldn’t believe just how delusional Suri had become. He almost felt bad for her.

“She’s still packing some of her stuff.”, he responded.

“Good. I want her out of my house.”

“Alright Suri. That’s enough now. Let’s just relax.”

While she made herself something to eat Yoongi paced back and forth a little trying to calm his own nerves. He had been trying to put on an act for you, but deep down he was nervous himself. There was a lot riding on this and he knew how dangerous Suri could be.

“I’m gonna go check on Y/N.”, he said watching as Suri already made herself comfortable. Once he entered your room he felt a sense of relief when he saw you sitting on the bed.

“Ready?”, he whispered. You nodded.

He chuckled before taking a big breath and shouting, “Y/N, can we just stop and talk about this?”

“No Yoongi we can’t. You got another woman pregnant. Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?”

“I do know Y/N. I am so sorry. Just please let me try and fix this.”

“There’s no way to fix this. You have done nothing but hurt me since the day we met when all I wanted to do was to try and love you and make this work between us. Do you know how that has affected me? What that’s done to me? How many nights I was alone and I cried myself to sleep listening to you fuck other women? And now one of them is pregnant on top of it. From now on I am merely your date for the evening when it’s required of me. That’s all. I hate you Min Yoongi.”

When you were finished you were slightly out of breath and felt a burning sensation in your eyes as your vision blurred from the tears that were forming. At that moment you realized that maybe you weren’t acting so much after all. Yoongi seemed to realize too as he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He squeezed you so tight you had a hard time catching your breath. “I’m so sorry Y/N. It will never happen again. I swear on everything that I will never intentionally hurt you again.”, he whispered in your ear.

When you pulled away he wiped away your tears before handing you the small bags you had already packed and opened the bedroom door for you giving you a kiss.

“Call me later.”, he mouthed.

“Go fuck yourself Yoongi.”, you yelled followed by a smirk that turned to a silent giggle watching him act dramatically hurt by your words.

Slamming the door you stormed off towards the entrance way not even paying Suri any attention, afraid that you might blow it all and laugh if you looked at her.

Once in the hallway you took a moment to catch your breath and compose yourself. You were quite proud of your little performance and it felt great to finally get some of that aggression out.

You texted Yoongi once you got to Jimins to let him know you were safe and to ask how everything went once you left. According to him Suri believed everything and was beyond happy you were out of the picture.

The following week should’ve been relaxing in theory, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Yoongi called you every day and even snuck over to see you after work a couple times. He reassured you nothing had happened with Suri and he had managed to convince her to sleep in the other room without much of a fight. She seemed to just be basking in the glory of thinking she finally won. You also had the bonus of spending a lot of extra time with Jimin, the two of you spent most nights up late watching tv and snacking on various goodies while partaking in the occasional gossip.

Your worries came to the forefront of your mind on Friday and everything quickly came crashing down around you. It was the day before you and Woo-Sung were supposed to head over to Yoongi’s to get some more of your things. Jimin had headed to the office pretty early that day and you hadn’t heard from Yoongi yet so you spent the day alone.

While laying in bed you could hear your phone ringing from its spot on the table where it was charging. Really you wanted to just ignore it and let it go to voicemail, but then you got worried something could be wrong. Walking over you saw a familiar name flashing on the screen.

Mrs. Chan lived next door to you and Yoongi. She was a tiresome older woman who had more time on her hands than she knew what to do with which led to constant complaints on her part. Always little things that most people wouldn’t even notice. You once heard from the security guard that she complained to the manager of the apartment complex where you all lived that she didn’t like the color of the red lettering on the exit signs around the building. They were too bright and she demanded a more muted red be installed. It still makes you laugh thinking about it. The only reason she even had your number was because you watched her dog one time while she went on vacation a few months ago. Something you’ve regretted ever since. You weren’t really in the mood for her, but once again your anxiety got the best of you and you answered the call to make sure nothing bad happened back home.

“Hello Mrs. Chan. How are you doing?”

“Oh well I’d be a lot better if I didn’t have to walk past your husband and his mistress all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers out in the hallway of our apartment building.”

Your mouth went so dry you didn’t think you’d be able to breathe.

“Honestly dear, I don’t know why you let him act like that. You know if that was my husband, I’d put itching powder in every single pair of underwear he owned.”

Your brain was still having a hard time even forming words.

“Y/N, are you there?”

“Y- Yes Mrs.Chan. I’m sorry about that. Are you sure it was Yoongi.”

“Certain of it. I just saw him about ten minutes ago when I was coming back from visiting my daughter. He had his lips all over her, but I could recognize him. I could smell that cologne he always wears. You know, that cinnamon and vanilla smell. He was with that woman. You know long brown hair. Pale skin. I’ve seen her around many times. Looks like she’s starting to get a little bit of baby bump too. That’s definitely not a good look Y/N.”

The walls felt like they were closing in around you. It certainly sounded like she was describing Suri and who else would she be with other than Yoongi. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You thought you were going to be sick. After all the begging and pleading and promising he did, he still went ahead and broke your trust and it didn’t even take a full week. For all you knew he probably slept with her the night you left for Jimins.

“Alright dear, well I have to get going. Just make sure you say something to your husband or next time I’m gonna get out the spray bottle.”

“Yes Mrs. Chan. Thank you for calling me.”

With shaking fingers you placed your phone back down in its place.

Biting your lip you chuckled to yourself while you replayed in your head what you just heard.

That was the very last straw. You no longer felt like just relaxing in bed. You don’t want to just sit here and cry and feel sorry for yourself. Jumping in the shower you scrubbed at your skin, shaved, and lotioned up. You put on some make up and added a few light curls to your hair. Then you started digging around through the hall closet where you knew Jimin stored various articles of clothing left behind by old girlfriends and one night stands. You hoped you could find something decent in your size since you only packed your comfy clothes and needed an outfit that was more risqué to go along with what you had planned. Thankfully you found a skin tight black silk dress and a pair of strappy heels. They were a size too big, but you’d have to make it work. Taking a final glance in the mirror you were happy with your work. You took off the large diamond ring that you’d been wearing since Yoongi gave it to you at the start of your marriage and placed it down on the dresser not wanting that reminder to follow you right now. You started walking towards the door and while you took the steps you pulled up your contact list on your phone scrolling for the name you were looking for, the one person who had really been getting under Yoongi’s skin recently.

Once you found it and clicked dial it only took a few rings for a familiar voice to answer.

Putting on your best fake smile you reached for the door handle while putting your plan in motion.

“Hey Woo-Sung, it’s Y/N. I was wondering if you were free tonight. Maybe we could hang out and get to know each other a little better. I could come over to your place if you’d like. Yoongi doesn’t have to know.”

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 69

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5K

Masterlist

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Monday, March 14; 9:30 AM - Manchester

A small routine had developed over two weeks. School continued, where I was pushing myself hard with revisions. It had become difficult to fit my friends into my schedule, but I had to make a choice. I wanted to pass my exam at any cost. I received some reproaches from them, though. Only Alexia and Alessia stood up for me. Maybe even Leah and Lotte now, too. Thanks to Alessia, I was able to talk to Leah and resolve our issues. She understood my intentions for studying, and I think she wasn’t as upset anymore about my relationship with Lucy.

"I just found it strange at first and was worried for you. I get that you're being careful. Now, give me some time to get used to it," she had told me.

I thought that was sweet of her. It wasn’t for nothing that I liked her so much. As for Lotte, we also had a conversation. I apologized for not remembering her. She was surprised and told me she had wanted me to figure it out on my own. Still, she accepted my apology, saying we could maybe reconnect now. I agreed, though I still struggled with the idea. I don’t think knowing each other from before changes much about our relationship today.

Outside of my friends, I’m happy with my life right now. Things with Lucy are going great. We spent a quiet weekend with her friends, which I needed after the last one in Barcelona. I’m still waiting to hear back from the galleries. It’s nerve-wracking, but I haven’t lost hope. I continue sending letters with Beth’s help and Lucy’s encouragement. On the other hand, I still haven’t called my mom. We left without seeing her, as she was called to the hospital urgently. In a way, I was relieved. I avoided confrontation at least. Knowing her, she probably thinks I’m angry at her. I can’t blame her; she’s borne the brunt of my outbursts. Lucy advised me to contact her soon, but I haven’t had the courage yet. I still feel guilty about what happened. One positive thing is that I’ve long been prepared for the idea of marriage. My father drilled it into me, and I’ll go through with it, if only to honor his memory.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I jump slightly. We were in the car, on the way to my meeting at the gallery with Mr. Fields. I was glad Lucy was coming with me. At least we’d get to spend some time together outside of school.

"Yeah," I exhaled.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little… Not too much, honestly."

I had no idea what would come from this meeting. I had already resigned myself to not having high expectations. I didn’t want to be disappointed by the outcome.

"Actually, I wonder why I even accepted this meeting. I should have declined, and it would all be over."

"Don’t say that. We don’t know what’s in store. Maybe it’ll go well, and he’ll offer better solutions."

"Hmm..."

I love her optimism. I’m not as hopeful. Maybe she’s just trying to reassure me. We arrive at our destination. This time, it’s the real gallery in the center, not the workshop. Mr. Fields said he’d be here today. He insisted that Lucy accompany me, and I couldn’t be happier. We walk into the building, and I’m struck by its splendor. Everything is beautiful, modern, white, and sleek. There are so many paintings on display. Some are for sale, others aren’t, or at least that’s what I gather since some don’t have prices. I feel a bit lost. I see Mr. Fields nearby, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed us. He’s talking to no one in particular as he approaches a woman at the reception. She notices us and looks uncomfortable as he gives her cold instructions before walking back down the hall he came from.

"Great start," Lucy whispers.

I nod slightly, focusing on the paintings to keep myself busy. The receptionist has seen us, so I assume she’ll come over. My mind wanders a little. I wasn’t expecting a gallery like this. Could I work in a place like this? It’s so large. Honestly, it’s massive. I don’t even dare explore the whole place. I understand its reputation now. This isn’t my thing. I’m not sure I belong in an environment like this.

"Hello, can I help you with something?" the young woman approaches us.

She seems uncomfortable, and I get it. Her boss spoke to her like dirt right in front of us without even realizing it. She knows we saw everything. Seeing me frozen, Lucy steps in first.

"Hello. We have an appointment with Mr. Fields."

"Oh yes, he mentioned your arrival. I’m sorry, I can’t remember the name he gave me, though."

No surprise there… Lucy nudges me to snap me out of my daze. The woman looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"Batlle. Ona Batlle, that’s my name."

"Yes, that’s right. Thanks for reminding me. He’s on the phone, but I’ll let him know you’re here. Feel free to look around while you wait."

"Thank you."

"Excuse me," Lucy stops her. "Are you an apprentice here?"

The young woman turns bright red in front of my girlfriend. Okay, I’ll admit Lucy can be quite intimidating when she wants to be, especially with that serious look. Why is she asking about this? The woman stammers a sort of "yes" before hurrying away. I sigh and start fiddling with my fingers. I’m starting to feel stressed, and I don’t like it. I wait until she’s far enough before turning to Lucy.

"I’m not feeling good about this," I mumble. "And why did you ask that question?"

"Relax, I’m here. I just wanted to know. Do you still want this job?"

Lucy is completely calm. I can tell she’s up to something. I shrug.

"I... I don’t know. This environment isn’t really me," I admit hesitantly.

She smiles and runs her hand through my hair.

"I know, but we’re not leaving now that we’re here."

"Fields seems really busy."

"Hmm, you’re right. I hope he’ll give us the attention we deserve, or I’ll get mad quickly," she tells me. "He’s already late," she points out.

I laugh softly. If he’s late, he’s definitely not winning any points with Lucy. I hope she’ll be able to keep her cool. I’m glad she’s with me. Unlike me, she has enough character to speak up if necessary.

"Hey," she says, catching my attention. "Don’t feel so uncomfortable, okay? If Fields wanted to meet with you, it’s because he believes in your talent."

I blush, feeling easily seen through.

"Do you want to know what I think?" she continues.

I nod. I think I need to hear what she has to say to lift my spirits.

"I think your talent is even bigger than this empire, so don’t lose confidence because of this," she says, gesturing to the room around us.

"Are you sure...? Then why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

"Because it doesn’t reflect your personality, but that has nothing to do with your talent. What I’m trying to say is that not every gallery will be the right fit for you, but that doesn’t mean you should doubt yourself. Okay?"

I take a deep breath and nod. I knew I could always count on her to lift me up. I felt like a burden in the middle of all this.

"It’ll be fine," she reassures me with a gentle pat on my back. Maybe things don’t happen by chance after all...

"Ladies!" a deep voice calls out, startling me. "What a pleasure to finally have you here."

Mr. Fields walks out of the hallway he had disappeared into and comes toward us. It seems he really hadn’t noticed us before... I force a smile.

"How are you? Come on, let’s go to my office."

His initial question, just for formality, is quickly forgotten. He leads us to his office. It’s more spacious and better furnished than the one in the workshop. Everything is so different from my first meeting with him. There’s no doubt he must host more people here. It’s more contemporary and softer. The one in the workshop was clearly more personal and better decorated in my opinion.

"Please, have a seat," he said, motioning to the chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit down.

Lucy let me take a seat first before joining me. Her presence gave me confidence. She made me feel safe.

"I'm happy to finally meet you, Miss Bronze. May I also speak to you informally?" 

A lump formed in my throat. During our first meeting, he had addressed me informally without asking. I hate people who seem to have more respect for some than for others. It feels like he's categorizing people to decide how to speak to them. He doesn't help me feel any better. It’s like he’s a completely different person, someone I’ve never met before.

"If you like. It’ll make the conversation easier."

He smiled, nodding.

"Oh, excuse me. I have a call," he said, touching his ear.

Until then, I hadn’t noticed, but he was wearing an earpiece. Now I understood why he seemed to be talking to himself earlier.

"Would you like a coffee before we start?"

"No, thank you."

"I'd love one," Lucy said at the same moment.

"Alright," he chuckled. "I'll go get that for you. Would you like anything else, Ona?"

"No, thank you, I'm fine."

"I’ll be right back."

I rubbed my hands together as he left. He took the call. I could hear his voice echoing in the hallway. What a jerk... He dared to take a call in the middle of our meeting. It’s so disrespectful. I jumped slightly when Lucy placed her hand on my thigh.

"Hey, are you okay? Is he making you uncomfortable?" she asked, frowning.

"No, I'm fine..."

"Ona. I can still tell when you're not alright, so don’t lie to me. I don’t like that."

"He seems different. But really, it’s okay. It’s the place that’s making me nervous."

This time I wasn’t lying. I know my reactions affect Lucy, and that’s the last thing I want right now. She nodded understandingly, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

"Relax, okay? I’ll handle the talking."

"No, ple-"

"Shh. I hate seeing you like this. I’m just going to ask him a few questions. Let’s see if he gives me the answers I want."

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"I want to know if this place is right for you. We’ll see based on his responses," she said, shrugging.

"And if it’s not?"

"If it’s not, I’m not letting you work somewhere you won’t feel comfortable. You’ll just end up hating your job, and that’s not the point when you’re just starting a career."

I bit my lip, lowering my head. She quickly lifted it back up with her fingers, brushing them gently along my chin.

"I fully intend to put this guy in his place when he gets back."

"Y-you’re really going to do that?"

"I’d do anything for those beautiful eyes of yours."

"And what if we manage to negotiate a chance for me to work here?"

"Then it could stay an option, if you have nothing better," she sighed.

I smiled, realizing that the idea didn’t seem to thrill her. It was adorable how she was acting.

"Baby, if this interview doesn’t lead anywhere, don’t see it as a failure, okay? I’m sure there’ll be other galleries that will appreciate you a lot more."

"You think he’s going to conduct the whole interview over the phone?"

"He better not if he doesn’t want to face my wrath. That’s exactly why I’m planning to set him straight."

I smiled despite myself. That was exactly what she was aiming for, given the grin she flashed back at me. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, giving us time to adjust ourselves before he ended his call and opened the door. As he re-entered, he smiled and made his way around the desk. I already missed Lucy’s touch, but I knew that here, she had to play the role of my manager, not my girlfriend, unfortunately.

"Here you go," he said, placing a cup in front of Lucy. "Careful, it’s hot."

"Thank you."

"Do you take sugar?"

"No, no, it's fine like this," she replied as he placed a glass in front of me.

"I thought I'd bring you a glass of water, just in case," he said with a small smile.

He’s so fake. I hate it. But I thanked him anyway. He finally sat down in front of us. Our meeting should have started half an hour ago, and I had to admit it was getting tiring that he kept doing his own thing without acknowledging us.

"Alright then. Let’s not waste any more time. I apologize, but I’m very busy today, with many appointments and important calls."

"We noticed," Lucy remarked pointedly. "I hope we won’t be interrupted again."

He didn’t respond to the comment, but his expression showed he didn’t like it. He seemed uncomfortable. He tugged at the sleeves of his suit and clasped his hands on the desk, sitting up as straight as possible.

"Certainly, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again," he muttered. "Well, then. The reason we’re here is that I’ve offered Ona a position as an apprentice at my gallery next year."

"A position in Cardiff," Lucy corrected.

I stifled a smile. For some reason, it seemed like she was irritated. She wasn’t holding back at all. I recognized her now, acting like she did in the beginning, with that heartless demeanor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Fields was a bit thrown off.

"Yes, that’s right," he responded as calmly as possible.

"And why is that?" she pressed on.

Her tone had shifted completely. She was clearly challenging him.

"I must admit that I was a bit surprised by your decision. You have an enormous gallery at your disposal, and yet you can’t find a spot for her here? Ona has already made a long journey to Manchester, she’s settled in, stable, and now you want to send her elsewhere."

Fields was momentarily at a loss for words, as was I. She had asked me to trust her, and now I was starting to understand why. She was protecting me while trying to find common ground. I shouldn’t be surprised. She would always fight for what’s best for me. Fields, who had been eager to meet her earlier, must have been regretting it by now.

"Well… I must admit that Ona’s application came in rather late," he replied without faltering. "I’ve already promised two apprenticeships to other students for this gallery. It’s difficult to take on a third, knowing that I already have two students moving into their second year. That’s why I suggested Cardiff. It’s the closest gallery I own in the area. I’ve already coordinated with the school, should you be interested."

He pushed some documents toward us. He had prepared everything. There was an enrollment form for Cardiff’s school right in front of us, pre-filled with the company’s details. Lucy had been right. He had no intention of leaving room for negotiation. The student’s section was still blank, and something told me that if it weren’t me, he’d have no qualms about finding someone else.

"I understand this is a tough decision, but you have to understand that I receive a lot of applications. Ona is incredibly talented, which is why I made this offer, but she isn’t the only one. I hadn’t even planned on taking an apprentice at Cardiff since it’s just opened. This is a significant opportunity I’m offering."

I looked at Lucy after hearing this. He knew how to respond too. She remained focused on Fields. It was a real battle between them. One thing was certain: he wasn’t willing to accept any other alternatives.

"And from what you’ve said, Ona seems to be doing quite well. I didn’t think a change of city would be an issue."

"It is an issue. She’s found stability here with new friends and even a relationship. You don’t realize it, but you’re asking her to leave everything behind."

Fields absorbed Lucy’s words with understanding. Maybe he wasn’t exactly the person I had described earlier...

"I see. You are in a unique situation, but I’m not sure I can offer anything better. I’ll have to take a look before giving you my final answer."

"Alright..." Lucy murmured, sounding as surprised as I was by his retreat. "May I ask what her tasks will be?"

"Of course. I’ve already discussed this with Mr. Davis, the head of my new agency. There will be no shortage of work. He wasn’t convinced about taking someone on, but I managed to persuade him."

"I’ve noticed the young woman at the reception is an apprentice. Will Ona be doing similar tasks?"

"Yes, of course. She’ll have the opportunity to vary her responsibilities. Reception work will be part of it. »

- She won't just be doing that, right?

- No, he replies with a small laugh.

He had realized by now that she was defending me. I saw him bring his hand to his ear. He had another call, I was sure of it. I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

- I hope you're not going to take that call, my girlfriend warned him.

- Excuse me, we have an exhibition opening this weekend, so there’s a bit of stress, she laughs. I'll call back later, he adds, taking off his earpiece.

- Hmm... Can you elaborate now?

- Well, yes, the tasks then. Ona will have the opportunity to work in the studio, of course. She’ll be able to practice and learn with the other apprentices, and then, who knows, maybe even exhibit her work. It’s rare that we sell them since they’re not professional, but exhibiting is still an opportunity to be noticed by potential clients.

- OK... But I sense there’s a “but.”

- Indeed. There will be alternation between the apprentices. Sometimes they’ll be here in the gallery, interacting with buyers and handling tasks we assign them. It might not be the best part of the job, but I believe it’s a good experience for them.

- We saw you shouting at one of them earlier. At least, you didn’t seem very approachable and didn’t even notice us.

He takes a deep breath. Lucy is perfect. She doesn’t attack him, but she knows how to unsettle him in other ways.

- True. We sometimes get stressed and lose our composure. Of course, that won’t fall on you, but it might happen from time to time, he tells me.

- All right. Will she be invited to exhibition openings?

- Yes, yes, of course. She might even organize one. Well, not at the beginning, but that will be part of the learning process—learning the organization and maybe even assisting if she stands out among the other apprentices. It’s a kind of reward for us.

I nod. The job description is more than interesting... I’d be crazy to say no...

- So, you guarantee she’ll have the opportunity to improve her art through all this?

- Normally, yes. We do allow them some time, but let’s not have illusions. It will be a small part of your work here. You’ll be able to practice the most at school.

School. I had almost forgotten that detail. It’s true that that’s where I’ll get the most help to improve. Still, I hope to have some opportunities for professional advice here. I have my doubts about that. This guy gives me the impression he's selling us a dream, but in the end, we’ll just be there to keep his business running. That’s definitely not what I’m looking for. If I want to do this job, it’s out of passion, not for anything else.

- How big is this gallery? Lucy asks.

- It’s the largest one here. The studio was recently relocated to expand the gallery. As for the one in Cardiff, it's just slightly smaller than this one. However, we managed to keep the studio in the same place, which is obviously better.

- Are you planning to expand your circle even more?

- Definitely, yes. If the Cardiff location does well, there’s a good chance new branches will open in the south, he replies proudly.

- You manage everything by yourself?

- Yes. I don’t like delegating.

- So, the training won’t be from you.

- No, indeed. My agency managers usually handle that part, especially for the studio. However, that doesn’t stop me from overseeing my apprentices, I assure you. I keep an eye on everything.

They all say that... The one reassuring thing is that I won’t have to deal with him often in that case.

- OK, Lucy murmurs. I think I have my answers.

- Do you need more time to make your decision?

- Actually, yes. We’ll accept the offer if you can work something out regarding the location.

He raises an eyebrow at her request.

- I’ve been following Ona since her first day at school, and I can guarantee you that a change of environment won’t do her any good. She’s built a life here, so for her well-being, if we can negotiate that point, I think it would be perfect.

He sighs softly, running his hand through his hair. This doesn’t seem to suit him. He expected us to accept after he sold us on the position.

- Very well, I’ll get back to you in that case, but I can’t promise anything.

- No problem. The important thing is that you’ll have done your best to solve the issue.

- Do you have any other questions?

- No, I think that’s all.

- Good, then we can conclude here.

- Yes. We won’t take up any more of your time. Have a good day, she says, offering him her hand.

- I’ll walk you out anyway, he says, standing up.

I didn’t open my mouth once during this interview. In a way, that suits me just fine. He walks us to the entrance, where we shake hands.

- Thank you for your hospitality, Lucy says.

- It was a pleasure. We’ll be in touch in a few days.

One last goodbye, and we’re outside. I’m happy to take a deep breath of fresh air. I was starting to feel suffocated.

- Well, that’s that... Lucy murmurs. Do you want a hot chocolate? My treat. We can talk about the interview while we’re at it.

- If you’re being so kind, I can’t say no, I say, making her laugh.

I wasn’t going to tell her, but if I could skip a few hours of school, I was happy. It was clear I’d rather spend time with my friend.

Monday, March 14, 12:00 p.m. - Cafeteria.

Our little outing ended at a small café downtown, where Lucy had a coffee and I had a hot chocolate. I realized that Lucy hadn’t even touched the hot drink she’d ordered during the interview. We had a long discussion about it. Mr. Fields' answers were satisfactory, though Lucy still thinks he’s taking advantage of me. She believes he wants to make me work like low-paid employees. Yet, he’d sold the position to me pretty well. Maybe a little too well... She might be right. She explained that she’d already fallen victim to one of those companies before and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to me. I agreed. It was, after all, my only response. It would be foolish not to wait for the other offers now. So, we agreed to wait before giving an answer. Lucy plans to ask Beth for her opinion and to put some pressure on her to use her connections. I don’t like doing that, but at this point, I had no choice. Mr. Fields was right when he said I applied late... I might not get many positive responses, and that thought is starting to scare me. We went back to school afterward. We arrived at 11:30. Lucy didn’t push me to return to class. She wanted me to have lunch with her, but I declined the invitation. Meals are the only time I’m sure to be with my friends, so if I took that away from them, it wouldn’t go over well. She understood and let me spend my half-hour working in her office. I managed to finish my homework and I think I’ll skip my revisions tonight. It’s good to take breaks sometimes.

- Oh, you’re already back?

- Hey, I greet Alexia, whom I was waiting for at the cafeteria. Yeah. We got back half an hour ago.

- Cool! So, how did it go?

- Meh... I’ll explain later, I say as I see our friends approaching.

- OK... she says with a small pout.

- I’ll be around tonight, so we can talk then, I reassure her.

- Really? she says, surprised.

- Yeah. My homework’s done. Plus, Bronze thinks I’m working too much. She says I look tired. She wants me to take it easy.

She’s not wrong... We’ve barely seen you these past two weeks.

I shrug. Losing myself in my revisions allows me to forget everything else, in a way. It’s an escape like any other. Knowing Lucy, she must have realized it’s becoming an obsession.

- You’re not going to start, right? I replied with amusement.

- Oh no, she said, raising her hands in surrender. I said it, but I’m not saying anything.

- Of course, I chuckled. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’ll be there tonight.

- Really? Alessia, who I noticed was on my other side, asked. And what about your interview? It was super long, wasn’t it? You’ve got a morning to catch up on now. But be happy, you missed a surprise test from Johnson. He was upset because no one informed him about your absence after you left during second period. I think he wanted you to take the test.

I groaned in frustration. Johnson was the least of my worries right now. I hadn’t thought about the catch-up work. Skipping three hours of class had been nice until then.

- Damn, I cursed. Do I have a lot to catch up on?

- No, don’t worry. We got a lot of handouts, so I took them for you. I even got ahead a bit for you while I was at it. That way, you won’t try to dodge us tonight.

She nudged me with her shoulder, laughing. I smiled, picking up my tray to follow Ale to our table.

- That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind, you know, I joked. Thanks anyway, that’s really kind of you, I said. Do you think I’ll have to make up the test? What was it on, by the way?

- I don’t think so. It was on the last lesson. He felt like a lot of people were distracted recently, so he wanted to put everyone back in line. It was on those charts. You know what I mean, right? I think you understood it.

- Yes, yes.

- Well, look at you, becoming a pro, Ale teased.

- I wish, I sighed. I’m still far from it, unfortunately.

- Don’t say that. You’re doing really well.

- It’s only thanks to my revisions and Bronze’s help, otherwise, I’d be drowning.

It feels strange to say my girlfriend’s name. It’s like I have to think twice before speaking. Even though a lot of people already know, I wouldn’t want everyone at the table to find out. That would be quite dramatic, almost scandalous.

- Oh right, Alessia continues. We also got the date for the field trip after you left. Bronze didn’t tell you?

- Uh, no, I frowned. When is it?

- Next Thursday. The questionnaire he gave us is due by Monday at the latest.

I let out a heavy sigh. What a great time to hand out a questionnaire like that. We’re already so overwhelmed. We’ve got six weeks left, which means three before the next break. We received our exam schedule and convocations last week. Our exams will take place at the end of May. That’s why I’m putting so much pressure on myself. The serious stuff is finally happening. We’re in the final stretch, and it’s terrifying. If I fail, all my efforts will have been for nothing.

- Great, I muttered.

- Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. I took a look at it, and it’s mostly general questions about the company. There are also two or three management questions. Anderson said those would be the points discussed during the trip, so it’s important to fill it out properly.

I nodded, my mind elsewhere. Come on, just a few more weeks to get through... There’s so much pressure. Not to mention the anxiety about my future. What a mess! I really hope I can hold on until then because I’m slowly starting to feel overwhelmed. If there’s one thing I’ve gotten used to this year, it’s the stability Lucy has brought into my life, and I’m determined to do whatever it takes to keep it.

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Flumpy ( jake seresin x reader ) part 14

summary : jake meets the infamous peanut , feels bumpy kicking as the guys and well everyone is so glad he is home ... he happy to be home cause he get to see his baby on the little screen and help prepare for when they come into a world

warning: slight insecurity but not much , pregnancy themes and hormones , just regular fluff and goofy humour we've come to love from these two .

a.n. ok gif wise pretend that the blood isn't there because come on jake would definitely be a mess seeing his little bumpy on the screen .

previous part

Maybe it was cause she was wrapped in the sheet cuddle up with the man she loved , maybe it was fact for first time in three months she wasn't sexually frustrated but the morning after jake returned home she woke with a smile . eyes tracing over his sleeping feature  this was what she loved most  this big beautiful man who could charm the pope and make the devil himself blush . Never did she believe in true love and all that romance shit  that was til  a tall texan made her swoon and fall harder then she ever did . it wasn’t scary  , it didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would no she knew deep in her heart this was that one , the one that was going to be their til the end . her gut told her as much or wait was that ? 

“ OH MY GOD “ She shrieked sending the sleeping blonde wide eyed and up in the bed . 

“ what’s wrong , is it the baby … we need to go hospital?” he was almost out of the bed only for her hand yanking his placing it on her stomach , his brow furrow completely confused and honestly both terrified and sleep ridden . til she look into his eyes and the little thump against his hand  that made his own eyes get a bit .. tiny bit watery . 

“ kicking ,the baby is kicking…. Awh jake your crying  “ her wide smiled , bright eyes looking at him filled with nothing but love shit how did he get this lucky . 

“ you scared shit out of me “ he wiped his eyes although they both knew he wasn’t fooling anyone . “ shit bradshaw is right is dusty out here” he fanned around himself as she rolled her eyes . 

What he didn’t think would happen was the nerves this woman would give him  as she rushed towards  the hard deck as he told her slow her roll as she was carrying precious cargo and yet she of course didn’t listen to a word he said moment she got in  crouch as the bounding ball of fur came charging at them nearly knocking her back . 

“ my baby boy “ she cooed kissing as the dog licked her face .  “sorry our baby boy” she corrected lifting the puppy up . “ peanut look daddy’s home “ she giggled as jake rolled his eyes  but rubbed the dog anyways ok he could see why she loved him as much 

“ i warned you that would happen” she looked up to see her dad and rooster standing at the bar. Roo was looking a little betrayed at sudden disappearance of the little guy he was feeding . 

“ yeah i’ll be his favorite in no time  , hey pretty girl .. pretty baby .. bagman” he smiled . “ hey it’s uncle roo kid i’m the fun one who will get you shit when your folk say no” he croutched at her belly feeling around . “ come on i’ll get you a car now if you kick for me” he nudged her belly . 

“ i cried when i felt y/n kick for first time too “ mav smiled hugging jake . “ also welcome back “ he added. 

“ i cried cause she woke me out the best sleep my life” he groaned wishing he had his ass back in bed . 

“ yeah yeah liar but ok boomer” she rolled her eyes . 

“ when that start” jake asked . 

“ like a week after you left “ mav hummed .  “ she says ok grandpa for me but i don’t think she means it the way i think it does “. 

“ course i do “ she patted his cheek as jake and rooster shook their heads . 

 “ so you excited to be daddy” penny asked softy . 

“ shit he already is …. Sorry dad” she winced . 

“ i just phase you out now kid honestly “ he huffed but look on his face told different story . 

“ yeah i am shit i miss so much but least i get to be there now “  he kissed her head as rooster took peanut . 

“ yeah good luck my friend” mav chuckled as she shot him a glare. 

“ i wasn’t that bad “ she rolled her eyes. 

“ HANG MAN THANK GOD YOUR HOME “ Javy  crashed into the blonde . 

“ I never thought i would so happy see you home “ payback hug him tightly. 

“ you were saying ?” Mav chuckled . 

“ bobby  tell them i was an angel “ she huffed . 

“ good to see you jake really …. Pickles and taco help “ he whispered  . 

“ your lucky your adorable “ she grumbled walking to their usually spot . 

“Hey hangman!  welcome home … good luck “ yale smiled walking by .

“ well that’s not worrying “ rooster looked back to the were she say smiling like butter didn’t melt or she wasn’t a hormonal filled nutjob .

Getting back into routine after being away as well as navigating life with a six and half month pregnant girlfriend well was a little  hard at first but after first week he  had it down or so he thought when she cried because someone ate the last of her chocolate  which was her the night before or when she wanted to take one of the ducks from the good duck park cause he looked a bit off color which stupidly he asked how she could tell.   He met luke  nice kid although he still didn’t understand why she was calling him a kid he was what two years younger than her but wasn’t even questioning her on it he learned his lesson .  now here he was helping her out the car smiling at her wearing his clothes ready to take on the so called dreaded birthing classes with the wanna be housewives of san diego .  the two walked he didn’t the problem everyone seemed friendly even when they walked into the class . 

“ oh y/n  another brother is it “ a woman called . 

“ hey michelle  actually this is .. “ 

“ oh what  handsome man you are ,  is this one single , he would be perfect for my annabeth “ she continued as he could visibly see the smoke coming off her girl . 

“ oh my god michelle your right like a barbie and ken but real life “ another clapped . 

“ well michelle sorry this ken is mine tell annabitch to find another ken for her barbie” she grumbled . 

“I like bratz not barbies “ jake added as they headed towards lila .  she smiling proudly up at her man all the way over. 

“ bratz dolls ?” 

“ i have a lot of sisters” he winked kissing her head. 

“ hi you must be jake heard a lot about you … a lot”lila smiled .

“ you must be kelce same as what she said” she beamed as they two naval officers gave a nod.  

“ we know each other and  know you two “ jake nodded.

“ both heard how bitchy the class is”kelce added. 

“ to be honest i show up to piss em off “ y/n beamed happily .

“ from michelle face looks like you did it earlier today personal best” lila giggled . 

“ yeah well her and annabitch wanna humble themselves quickly” she shrugged as jake snorted. 

“ come trouble this must be the teacher right “ jake and her sat down . 

“ hey annie look jakes home “ she called. 

“Welcome home jake and kelce welcome to our class all though i will miss the eye candy”  she mused. 

“ oh shit yeah i have bobby’s number , the adorable one “ she waved the paper as the teacher walked around greeting  everyone and taking the number with a mouthed “ thank you” . 

After the class well he couldn’t help agree with her and promised never to doubt her again about snobby housewives and their stink eyes but honestly the thought went straight out of his mind when it came time for their next stop which was the one he was looking forward to since he found out being there for her check up and getting to see the baby and this one was even more special when they were finding out what their little bumpy was . she smile and greeted everyone by name asked them little parts of their lives and honestly he loved that about her. How she was able to remember little details about people and  also filled him with pride when she excited told them who he was .   he followed as  she was lead down the hall talking again with the doctor asking how his wife and kids where as he told her.  Now they sat in the room definitely nothing like the ones he sat in before looking at the different pamphlets on birth and childhood disease . watching as the doctor do what he assume was the usually given how it was now so normal for her the pang of guilt know she done all the appointments alone before .  popping her (his) shorts little as the doctor put the tissue paper on the waist band . she turned and held out her hand  for him to take shit why was he so nervous . 

“ ready to see our baby” she smiled and yet words failed him as his smiled so wide all he could do was nod. 

“ we’re finding out gender right?” the doctor smiled between them . 

“ bet your ass we are him and roo are painting the nursery this weekend “ she giggled excited as  the light dimmed and the two’s eyes locked on the screen . 

First it was black and white blur and fuzz on the screen then he saw it . the sight that made his heart beat and his smile wide and shit was dusty here too as he felt the tears fill his eyes looking at the now baby shape , it wasn’t a blob or  weird shaped potato as rooster called it at start it was a baby full shaped baby  . he could see the little hands , arm . legs and feet moving as doctor was telling them the measurement and that everything was fine in 3D . The little nose and lips he was looking at his baby’s little face god they were beautiful  . then  her hand that was swinging stop  and her head shot up  . 

“ is that another … am i seeing things” she asked as his eye flickered between the two as the doctors brows furrow . 

“ what .. whats wrong “ he asked his heart beating and his stomach twisting what was wrong . 

“ i’ll be dammed you know i never seen something like this  huh guess this one is shy” he chuckled. 

“ this one what you mean this one  “ she asked her voice doing the squeaky nervous thing it did . 

“ seems as though  you got more than you bargained for guys “ he smiled. 

“ is the baby ok “ jake asked . 

“ oh of course seems as both are “ 

“ both as in two … two babies not  just an extra arm and head on the one” she asked almost a little hopeful  . 

“ nope two healthy baby girls here” 

“ i think i’m gonna pass out or throw up … check and make sure  there’s not more in there “ she squeaked looking down at her stomach as jake  didn’t know whether to cheer throw up or pass out himself. 

“ nope just two in there guess this one was shy …monochorionic twins it seems “. 

“ english doc?” he asked finally finding his voice although it was nearly as high pitched as hers .

“ identical twin… congratulations you two let me go get you some copies of these”  . 

“ girls as in plural” like their brains fully catching up to the whole thing . 

“ wow i’m having a litter of kids i blame you “ she snorted  as two burst into laughter til it died down . 

“ oh boy “ he gulped . 

“ oh girls “ she corrected .  

part 15

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“i’m so nervous,” you said for the millionth time that afternoon.

“don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay. and i’ll be right next to you. if you feel uncomfortable at any moment just come up to me and squeeze my hand and we’ll immediately leave.” soobin assured you.

you were walking towards soobin’s friend’s dorm and you were so nervous you felt like you were gonna explode from it. soobin gave you a small rundown of his friends before coming.

sunghoon was the meanest one of his friends. according to soobin, he doesn’t have a filter and doesn’t really care if he hurts your feelings because of it. sakura was the second. typical rich queen bee bitch, but a bit of a wildcard if she thinks you could do something for her. beomgyu was the third, but him and sakura could honestly be tied. he also has no filter, but unlike sunghoon, he thinks before he speaks. soobin said that taehyun was the nicest out of all of them, but not to underestimate his rudeness. he typically won’t say things outright to your face, but you’ll know if he didn’t like you.

you laughed nervously when he told you this and asked, “so why are you friends with these people again?”

“that’s just them on the surface to keep others away,” soobin had said. “once you get to know them, they’re the best friends you could honestly ask for.”

you tried to give his best friends the benefit of the doubt. you weren’t sure if it was working.

suddenly soobin was knocking on a dorm room door and you were hiding your shaking hands behind your back. soobin cupped your cheek and gave you a quick kiss on it.

the door flew open and a guy with longish dark hair smiled widely, looking you up and down. you shifted in your spot.

“beomgyu,” soobin said, then waved over you to, “this is y/n.” he said nothing but just stepped aside so the two of you could come in.

the room was actually quite big, definitely bigger than the dorm room you had.

the other two guys, taehyun and sunghoon, we’re lounged out on one of the beds while sakura was perched on the edge of the other with her legs crossed. when she saw you, she immediately stood up and made her way over to you.

“so this is the famous girlfriend,” sakura said, a hint of a smile on her lips. she crossed her arms and looked over you.

“hello! i’m y/n,” you replied.

taehyun came up next, wrapping an arm around sakura’s shoulders. in the corner you saw sunghoon stand as well.

“don’t crowd around her!” soobin exclaimed, making everyone take a couple steps back.

“well, lets let her sit down!” taehyun said and then guided you over to the couch. soobin immediately sat down next to you.

as they all stared at you, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being analyzed. chairs were pulled up and others sat on the edge of the table in front of the couch to get a closer look. you felt like you were under a microscope.

“guys…” soobin said, and it was like a switch flipped. immediately the tension in the room lifted a little.

“so… tell us about yourself,” sakura started, “what do you like to do for fun?”

suddenly everything you thought was fun to do escaped you. you searched the depths of your brain as fast as you could for an answer. you didn’t want to hesitate on such an easy question.

“i like going down to the beach and swimming in the ocean with my friends.” you finally said. “sometimes around nighttime we’ll buy sparklers and light them. it’s really fun!”

sakura made a ‘hm’ sound, but didn’t say anything. you decided to try and ask her a question.

“what do you like to do for fun?”

she tilted her head at you, pursing her lips before speaking. “i like putting people in their place.”

you gave soobin a quick glance. you weren’t really sure what to say to that, so you said nothing. your eyebrows subtly raised.

the outing was primarily them asking you questions, you hesitating an answer, you asking them a question, and them giving you a slightly uncomfortable answer. the only person who didn’t partake in this was taehyun. he seemed to be the only one to remember your previous answers and ask you follow up questions on them, which you were very grateful for.

if things got a little too uncomfortable or the tension got too thick, soobin would step in. you really didn’t want to have to leave the outing early, though you really didn’t know how long it was supposed to last anyways. you were determined to make it through and make a somewhat good impression.

halfway through the outing, beomgyu just up and left, saying nothing. that made you extra nervous. but soobin quickly informed you that he just had a class to get to.

somehow the topic got on to your birthday. the tension was low and you were finally feeling like you were making a dent into getting soobin’s friends to be your friends.

“your birthday is soon?!” sakura said, taking your hands in hers and smiling. she was sitting on the other side of you now. “well, i have to throw a party for you, of course! when is it?”

you told her that it was actually this upcoming week. and when you said you really didn’t have plans for it, just hanging out with your friends and boyfriend, did she introduce the party idea.

“it’ll be super fun! you can even have your private party on the fourth floor where we usually are!” she motioned around the room. so that was what was on the fourth floor! “there will be security, of course. so if you have any crazy exes, you don’t have to worry.”

sunghoon snickered. you felt your heart drop a little as you remembered your past. you mustered up a smile.

“oh… you don’t have to worry about that.” you said sheepishly. “it’ll probably be just me, soobin, and my friends.”

“i’ll invite people! i’ll text you the deets,” sakura concluded. she stood up and gave air kisses to her friends, and waved to you. “i have places to be, see you at the party!”

sunghoon got up and followed her out the door.

it was now only you, soobin, and taehyun in the room. you breathed in and found that it was a little easier to do so. you were so nervous, you hadn’t realized how close you scooted next to soobin. you were practically so close to him you were in his lap.

“maybe we should all go to the beach sometime,” taehyun spoke. “like a group thing with your friends. if you two are dating then it’ll be good to start merging our friend groups.”

he sat on the edge of the table, leaning back on his hands. he looked at you, awaiting your answer. you looked over to soobin, and then cautiously back to taehyun.

“sure! if that’s okay. maybe we can make a group chat and plan it?” you looked between the two boys. they stared intently at each other before taehyun looked over at you and smiled, nodding slightly. he stood up, which caused you to immediately stand, which caused soobin to stand.

“i have to get ready to go to the library to study, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” he offered you a smile. it looked genuine enough.

“it was nice meeting you too!” you returned his smile.

soobin started to guide you to the door before you heard taehyun say, “y/n!”

you turned back to him, slightly anxious.

“be careful.” he said. you gave him a puzzled look. you felt soobin take your hand.

taehyun pointed to the floor. there was a pile of clothes that you were definitely about to trip over. you let out a quiet nervous laugh as you looked down at it.

“oh! thanks!” you replied, looking back to him.

soobin squeezed your hand and you turned back to him and followed him out the door. taehyun gave his goodbyes as he closed his door.

when you were halfway down the hall and were sure taehyun couldn’t hear you through his closed door, you stopped and let out a sigh of relief. you doubled over, breathing heavily. soobin ran a hand down your head that stopped at the small of your back.

“my goodness,” you finally said. “that was intense.”

“i tried to warn you,” soobin replied, a smile playing on his lips.

you gave a sharp but playful glare and he laughed. you needed to talk to your friends immediately. mainly to tell them about everything, but also to tell them about the party sakura was planning for you. which opened a black hole in your stomach.

“let’s stop by kai’s dorm room,” you told soobin as you began walking in it’s direction.

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summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: sakura throwing a birthday party for you… good luck charlie

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Hey, Queen, love your headcannons so much! I have a request: Could you make a headcanon on how the Marked ones would be if they were parents to (a) teenager(s)? Ik you did one with toddlers etc, but I want to see one with teens. ❤️

Hello Queen!

Thank you so much for this request, and for the Headcanon love! Ok, Marked Ones teenager edition. Hope this fills your cup!

Bodhi:

I imagine he’d have a lot of children and many around the same age as he and his partner can’t seem to keep their hands off eachother

So he’s got like his four eldest kids around the ages of 18-14 A son, second son, daughter, and third son.

Ya’ll He’d be such a good parent

Honestly, it would piss Xaden off at how much of a natural he’d be.

Though on the inside, this man is overwhelmed lolol. I imagine after the war he’s in some type of Assembly position or second hand to Xaden. So he’s always working or taking on some sort of task Xaden assigns him. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bodhi does official acts as king if Xaden is ever away.

But this man will never miss a meal with his kids. Like his mother, he’s home every evening to spend time with his family, even if he is fighting sleep

And because he’s such a family man, His kids know he is wrapped around their fingers and they can literally do anything and he’s like “okay, I’ll let it slide this time”

Mr Durran. It’s been many, many ‘let it slide this time’ lolol

He’s very hands off with them, and gives them a lot of freedom and autonomy. There’s moments when Imogen’s like, “You realize your eldest snuck out with that kid again, right?” And Bodhi responds with a “I know. They don’t think I know, but I do. And I trust that they will be smart and make good choices.”

Though, he’s also protective, so he’d follow up with, “And if that kid decides to break my son’s heart I’ll send you and Cuir after them and whoever gets to them first wins a prize of my choosing.”

And I think because of the freedom and trust he gives them, his kids are angels (they are his kids after all). There’s moments I imagine when Bodhi and Xaden are in some sort of meeting has his second eldest comes in with a frown and confesses to the idea of wanting to break into the kitchens and steal cake. Bodhi’s like “It’s okay, son. I’m so glad you told me. How about we get some together after my meeting? You know, your uncle and I were quite the thieves ourselves in the kitchens when we were younger…”

Xaden is just staring at him clenching his jaw as his cousin is gentle parenting his nephew for thinking of committing a cake heist while his daughter is sneaking out and actually committing various offenses across the kingdom with Violets approval.

Xaden:

I believe I headcannoned that he would have one child, a daughter. For this I’m saying she’s around 16. Third eldest of all the kids but the most rebellious.

I think a lot of Fen would show up when his daughter became a teenager. I know with many people saying they ‘wouldn’t be like their parents’ when they become parents but I think Xaden would slip into his father’s shoes without him knowing.

Meaning, I think he would do a lot of stuff ‘to protect her’ without actually telling her why or the reason.

But he’d be such a good dad like Bodhi. Would be a gentleman to her so she knows what standard to expect when she starts dating

He is 100% thet meme of “I took my daughter to a expensive restaurant so she knows to expect better when you try to take her to a drive thru”

Also, bless the fool who would ever try to court his daughter. He would straight up tell them they weren’t good enough for her or scare them off.

Even if Violet gave her approval of them Xaden would be so salty about it.

If they were to show up to Riorson House for a date he’d pull an old wingleader move and get Tairn and Sgaeyl swoop in and stare them down while they waited for Xaden’s daughter to get ready. Yes, they would be the overprotective dragon parents too, and it was probably Sgaeyl’s idea.

And yes, Xaden would absolutely follow the two of them on their date with his shadows until Violet caught him and made him stop

Also with Xaden, he needs counsel on managing a rebellious teenager so Bodhi is also employed in that regard. Half of their meetings are on raising moody teenagers

But Xaden loves his daughter so much. Even if they were fighting they’d always say I love you before stomping out the room because they know how important those words are.

“You’re grounded and I mean it this time. No flying for two weeks, and I love you.”

“Ughhh!! This is so not fair!! I’m telling mom…and love you too.”

Garrick & Imogen:

I put these two together because I think they would totally be the wealthy aunt and uncle of the group with no children but would spoil and enable the shit out of Bodhi and Xaden’s kids.

Like if any of the kids made a big mistake, they’d go to Garrick and Imogen before their parents

Imogen would absolutely help Xaden’s daughter with any type of sneaking out she’d be doing with her partner or to go up to the nesting grounds to fly with Andarna

Garrick would do all the smooth talking with the parents if they are ever caught assisting their nieces and nephews.

“Relax, Xaden. I made sure to put a tracking rune on her before we helped her sneak out. Shes just south of Aretia and will be fine.”

Bodhi: “Our daughter got extra assignments today because she used inappropriate language today with a classmate. She called her, and I quote - a gryphon faced shit fuck…do you know anything about this Im?” , Imogen: “…I mean it’s technically just ‘a gryphon shit for a face’ but I’m sure it had the same impact. We’ll get it right next time.”

Also, in an alternate headcanon they end up taking care of all the younger marked ones after the war. They refuse to call it fostering, those are their babies now. Garrick gives them all the choice if they want to take either his or Imogene’s last name or keep their family names. Nearly all of them become Tavis-Cardulos

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let you break my heart again — 6

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october 9, 2018

october 10

“charlie! charles!” yn ran, bag in clutch and drink still in hand when she saw charles making his way out of the event they were both invited to. he turned around, smiling at the familiar voice, albeit clearly not sober.

“y/n/n!” he smiled at her taking a quick sip at her drink “i thought about it and i do want to go to that harry potter exhibition. honestly, i was going to go by myself until you asked, the dates just didn’t line up. are you free on your birthday? — silly question i’m so-”

“i am free for you” he interrupted, smiling softly “nice… yeah! okay! i’ll buy the tickets and-“ “no, do not worry about that. i will arrange everything” she shrugged and took a sip of the drink “…and all you need to do is look pretty and bring your harry potter knowledge, which you do everyday” she choked on her drink and laughed “why are you all so confident flirting now, charlie?” charles knew she was definitely drunk by the way she was swaying and using her old nickname for him.

“I thought I made my intentions clear with the flowers, mon coeur” charles raised his eyebrow “it takes more than flowers to win me over” she whispered with a smile and walked away

“night, charles!” she greeted, leaving the glass at a table near by “night, y/n/n” he smiled, shaking his head; oh he was going to do more than flowers.

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october 13, 2018

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october 14, 2018

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october 15, 2018

october 16

charles knocked on your door, flowers in hand, with a smile on his face. you opened the door, struggling putting your necklace on. “charles! you’re early! you can come in” “i got too excited and got here early” he smiled shyly and scratched the back of his neck. “are those for me?” you eyed the flowers.

“Oh, yes!” He hands it over to you and you smell it for a second, your favorites. With the flowers out of the way, Charles could properly see you. He couldn’t take his gaze away from you. He admired you as you put the flowers in some water and grabbed a small bag from your luggage. “Happy birthday, Charles” you handed the bag to him and he looked at it “Can I open it now?” “Of course”

He took out a tiny box that had a custom Ferrari charm inside. “I noticed you still had the silver bracelet I gave you before, might want to add this charm since you’re Ferrari now” you shrugged and sat on the bed to put on your shoes.

“i- I love it so much” he smiled at you, taking a seat beside you. He hooked it in the bracelet and looked at the little details. 5 years ago you had given him this bracelet, saying he could add charms if he’d like. Over the years, he’d added little bead charms that didn’t dangle so he could always wear it without violating the racing dress code or it interfering with his driving.

You two set off to the Harry Potter museum which was roughly 30 minutes away from the main city. You looked out the window while Charles drove with light music playing. “I’m sorry” he said randomly. It had been 10 minuted into the drive when he spoke. “For?” You turned to him “I should have paid more attention to you before. I was caught up with all those girls and… I lost sight of you” your heart clenched. You couldn’t do this again.

the apology you had waited years for was finally here, yet it didn’t fill the hole you thought it would. “Mhm” you bit your lip and stared out the window again “I realized it too late. It is embarrassing to say but I only realized it when you left; when I got that letter” he turned to you and you licked your lips before facing him “So what are you implying?”

“Actions speak louder than words, so I am going to show you how important you are in my life. I am just thankful we are in the same field and I hope you give me a second chance. Like I said the last time we saw each other, I plan to do more than flowers” you hummed while looking at him “What do you think, cherié?” That damn nickname again.

“ I really want it to work with us, because I missed you truly. But it’s also been five years, we aren’t the same people we were then, and I think you hurt me too much” you told him honestly, words racking his head. “Yes, we are not the same as five years ago. Because this time I am wiser to not let you go.”

There wasn’t much to say about your Harry Potter trip. You and Charles both freaked out like geeks as you saw everything. Unbeknownst to you, he was taking photos of you the whole time while enjoying as well. He bought you both a cloak beforehand and you truly felt like you were in your little Harry Potter bubble, with him.

The drive back was less awkward, full of laughs. It was around 6pm the time you both made it back to the city. you and charles had dinner as he suggested. dinner was full of lingering looks as you ate your ramen, fully demolishing the plate after hours of jumping up and down with excitement.

after that you both took a walk, spotting a photo booth that he dragged you into. they used to be something you loved with Charles, taking the silliest of photos. you both smiled walking out and bringing charles to a little cafe. you bought him a cupcake and a candle wishing him a happy birthday.

he could have well partied tonight. he could have been surrounded by hundreds of people to celebrate with him tonight lavishly, yet he was here with you. he was here: sitting in a tiny cafe with a tiny cupcake with you, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

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october 16, 2018

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charles_leclerc merci, cherié 🩷 only wanted to spend today with you yn.yln Ofc, Charles! See you this weekend :) 💌

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Yasmine shook her head with a slight smirk on her face as she put her phone down and looked at Airielle. “You better stop playing with that man.” Airielle shrugged. 

“Girl you gon’ make that man pop a blood vessel” Trinity said as the three of them watched Airielle’s phone light up again with another phone call from Josh that she let go to voicemail. 

“Listen, he lied and I'm supposed to be okay with it.” Airiell rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine. She, Trinity and Yasmine were having a girls night and decided to visit one of Airielle’s favorite restaurants in Pensacola. 

“Girl.” Trinity stressed. “I like you a whole lot, so i’m not saying this because he’s my brother-in-law but, from what I can remember they been separated since August right before the twins birthday.” Airielle sighed and cut her eyes at Trinity. “Don’t let Tracy get in your head, I don’t know what her goal was but what she did was weird as hell.”  Yas nodded in agreement. 

“I mean, why would he have you around his ex-wife if he was lying about something like that?” Airielle sighed and looked down at her plate knowing they were right. 

“Okay so let's say when you got with Jon and his ex said some shit like that and his response was ‘let me explain’ how would have you reacted?” Trinity bit her lip as she thought about the question. 

“Honestly, I probably would have reacted the same way you are, but I would also hear him out to see what he had to say.” Airielle let out a deep sigh and decided to change the topic. She was tired of talking about Josh. 

After the three girls finished eating, they were headed out to the parking lot, towards Airielle’s Jeep when something - or someone stopped them. The three of them stopped in the tracks at the sight of Josh leaning against the drivers side door, staring directly at them. 

Trin and Yasmine shared a knowing glance before Yas took the keys out of Airielle’s hands. “We’ll be in the car.” She said and smiled at Josh before she and Trinity entered the car giggling. Airielle rolled her eyes at the two of them before crossing her arms over her chest. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, scoffing as Josh’s eyes traveled along her body before he finally made eye contact with her. 

 “If you didn’t want me to find you, you shoulda waited until you got home to post those pictures.” She rolled her eyes again in response. “You been ignoring all my calls and messages -” 

“So you decide to stalk me and block me from entering my vehicle.” She cut him off with a scoff and another eye roll.  Josh chuckled and stepped away from the door. 

“If you wanna leave, go ahead.” He smirked when she made no move to enter the car. He nodded his head towards his F-150 that was parked right next to her car. “Get in.” When she didn’t move he sighed. “We ain’t goin’ nowhere. I just wanna talk Airi.”  Airielle nodded and muttered a quiet ‘thank you’  when he opened the passenger door for her. 

When he got in the car he said nothing for a minute or two, he just sat there admiring her beauty. He cleared his throat and reached into the backseat pulling out a manilla envelope that had JAMES V. FATU - DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS written on the front. “I told you when we first started dating that I was never gon lie to you or do any of that fuck shit your ex did.” He started, keeping his eyes on her. “I wanted to explain why Tracy said that shit bout done slapped the taste out my mouth and stormed off.” 

Airielle looked down at her lap and he grabbed her chin, making her look back at him.  “Early October, we tried to work things out, you know for the sake of our children but I found out she was also seeing this other guy that she’d been seeing since before the separation. So I dipped. I told her she could have the house and I moved back down here with my brother and Trin and then I met you. There was no two-timing involved. All the proof is in that envelope just look at it. I wouldn’t lie to you Airielle.” 

February 12th 2021 - Tropicana Field

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Airielle had been avoiding Josh since he popped up on her at the restaurant last Saturday. She had read everything in the envelope and saw that he actually wasn’t lying about he and Tracy not being together around the time he and Airielle went on their first date, so she was happy about that. 

The problem now was.. the problem was still Tracy. Airielle thought she was okay with Josh having an ex-wife but everything that went down last week proved that she was not ready to deal with any of that. 

When she was with Christopher, his baby mom was a godsend and never gave Airielle any problems and Airielle knew if she continued her relationship with Josh, Tracy would be the complete opposite and she was certain that was something she did not want to deal with at all. 

She groaned as her phone went off again, knowing it wasn’t anybody but Josh. 

Airielle smiled at the text message despite how she was feeling. She needed to make a decision about her relationship with Josh and she needed to do it ASAP. 

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Title: Hole in One

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 3100

The sky is the bluest it’s been in months, and I hear birds singing from the trees surrounding the private course. My clubs have been unused for far too long, and I cannot wait to feel the grass beneath my feet. Spying my grandparents talking to a young man who I assume is the club’s pro, I make my way in their direction, eager to get onto the green. The giddy skip in my step is undeniably partly due to the excitement of playing the game again, but mostly because I’ve not seen my jetsetter grandparents since Christmas. 

“Grammy! Gramps!” I call, my hand waving as they turn towards me. Wrapping my grandmother in a hug, I put out my hand for a high five with my grandfather. Gleefully, he obliges. 

“So glad you could join us!” Grammy whoops. “Let me look at you.” Taking my hands, she steps back to survey me in that way that must be a full chapter in the Grandparent Training Manual. “Looking sexy as hell,” she laughs, her greeting likely not in that same manual. “Twirl for us.” She makes that motion with her finger, and I oblige.

As I spin around, my skort not moving in any way that would make a twirl necessary, my grandfather applauds as if I were a five year old at her first ballet recital. 

“Two of the biggest dorks I know,” I giggle. “I’m so happy to see you!” Excitedly, I pull them in for a group hug, wondering why the golf pro hasn’t excused himself yet. So when I step back, I pointedly look in his direction. 

And promptly freeze. 

Fuck. Nope. Not the golf pro. Nor the course manager. Not anyone who works at the place. 

“Hi. I’m Harry.” He leans forward to shake my hand, his left leg raising behind him as a counterbalance to his inclining body. “You must be Birdy.” 

Horrified, I grasp his warm hand, my eyes roaming over his face with that stupid hair clip firmly holding back his bangs and his green eyes examining me, a smile on his face as his dimple deepens. Flustered, I don’t give him my birth name. “A nickname, of course,” I remark inanely. 

“I’m just hoping it doesn’t bode ill for my game today.” His gray pants are matched with a dark blue pullover sweater, a white turtleneck underneath. 

How my mouth continues to work is beyond me, but I throw my head back and laugh loudly. Probably too loudly as I’m feeling a mixture of terror and arousal, and the laughter is decidedly nervous. “I’ve never been a threat to anyone on the golf course,” I comment.

“With grandparents as young as yours, I expected someone younger.” Harry thinks he’s being coy, but my grandmother responds honestly. 

“We’re ancient, Harry, and our Birdie is 31 now. And not getting any younger.” Pointedly, she looks at me as though I had offended her in some way. 

“We’re up,” Gramps points, and we haul our clubs to the first tee. 

“What’s your handicap?” Harry asks as Gramps swings a few times for practice. 

“23,” I announce proudly, on the low end of average. “You?”

“14,” he brags, adding a wink for good measure, an indication that he is aware of his boast. Not that I can complain since I’ve also gloated about my below-average number. He’s too handsome and charming for my comfort, and I engage my attention on my clubs, polishing my driver before withdrawing it from my bag. 

Amiable enough, Harry diverts his focus onto my grandmother, and I’m grateful for the respite to catch my breath. 

“You must go first, Vivienne.”

I want to interrupt and tell him we always go with the oldest first, which is my gramps, but my grandmother has already fallen for Harry’s charm, and she giggles like a schoolgirl as she makes her way to the tee. 

After my grandfather and I have each teed off, Harry prepares for his turn. In those tight golf trousers, his arse is as well defined as the ostentatious naked statue in the fountain at the entrance to the golf club. I find myself unable to stop staring as he bends down to place his tee, and his form when he swings is a thing of beauty. No wonder he has a low handicap. Why couldn’t he be a failure at just one thing in his life? And why couldn’t it be golf? 

Noting where his ball lands, Harry removes his sunnies from the vee of his sweater and slides them over his eyes, shielding his expression. With a nod at the three of us, he twists his body, ready to move on. 

“Shall we?” Gramps gestures, and I hoist my clubs onto my shoulder again, setting off behind the elderly couple who head for a single golf cart. “Sorry, Birdy.” He casually throws over his shoulder as we approach the small vehicle. “We got the last cart. You and Harry will have to walk. But don’t worry. Your grandmother and I will do our best not to burn rubber.” 

If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if my grandparents were trying to play matchmakers. But they wouldn’t have any idea who Harry is. Although maybe it doesn’t matter to them. Perhaps my grandparents just want to pair me up with any Tom, Dick, or ….Harry.

“Mhm. See that you don’t get a speeding ticket, Gramps!” I yell as they take off, leaving Harry and I trailing behind. 

“You seem like a chip off the old block,” Harry jokes as we hike towards the hole. “Get it? Cause a chip is a golf shot.” 

“Oh, I understood the joke, but it was bad,” I groan. “No ifs, ands, or putts about it.” 

His eyes widen. “I see. It’s like that, is it?”

We both giggle, and when he shoves my shoulder at my next golf pun, I wonder if he’s flirting with me. As if Harry Styles needed to flirt with anyone. 

It’s on the fourth fairway that my Gramps gets involved with a joke of his own. “Hey, Harry?”

“Yes, sir?” The polite reply comes as I’m replacing my divot. 

“Why do the golf pros tell you to keep your head down during golf lessons?” 

“I don’t know, Rufus.” Harry withdraws his 3-wood and addresses the ball, shaking his hips in such a way that if my grandparents weren’t around, I’d probably faint. “Why?”

“So you can’t see them laughing.” Gramps guffaws, and Harry shakes his head, the corners of his mouth tilted up as he takes a deep breath and launches his ball closer to the green. 

My grandparents always make me laugh, but today they seem in finer form than usual, as they joke with Harry, my grandmother clearly vamping. Before today, I’ve never wondered if my grandfather was anything other than straight, but the way he touches Harry at every opportunity makes the wheels in my head churn. 

On the 8th hole, Grammy takes a mulligan after her ball sails into the water hazard, just short of making it across. She sighs, pulling another ball from her bag and muttering goodnaturedly to Harry. “Golf balls are just like eggs. They’re white, round, and you need another dozen every week.” 

Harry slaps his knee as he giggles at her pathetic joke. I can almost convince myself that he’s having the time of his life playing golf with these 78-year-olds. He gives every appearance of enjoying the late afternoon game. No wonder no one has anything unkind to say about him. Well, no one he’s met anyway. 

As we walk to the 9th hole, I decide to dive in and bravely ask the question that’s been on my mind for the last two and a half hours. “Why did you join us today?” 

Startled, he twists his head to look at me. “You had three. I was a late single player. The pro added me to your party. Simple.” 

“Okay.” I draw the word out, wondering if I should ask the follow-up question, and when he continues glancing at me curiously, I go for it. “But why do you have a free day today? And why didn’t you bring someone with you?” 

He turns his head away from me, but I still see that left dimple deepen as he shrugs. “I decided on a whim that I wanted to golf in this perfect weather, and my manager was busy preparing for tomorrow night’s show.” Turning around, he walks backwards so he can face me. “But I never thought I’d meet such a fun –” his eyes never leave mine, “and sexy companion.” 

I can feel the red creeping up from my toes through my body to flush my face. How does he do it? Flirting so openly without being gross? If anyone else had delivered that line, I would have gagged. Instead, I pretend that his comment has had no effect on me – like I’m not going to need dry panties before dinner with my grandparents.

“Harry!” My grandfather yells from where he and my grammy have stopped at my ball. “You better watch where you’re going! Sometimes people don’t replace their divots.” 

The musician nods to me courteously as though he hadn’t just made my heart flutter. Turning to face forward, he continues on the pathway where we finish the 9th hole. 

“Birdie,” Grammy stoutly announces to me as she climbs back into the cart. “Your grandfather and I are tired. We’re going to head to the clubhouse and have a drink, but you and Harry should play the back nine.” With that, my grandparents wave to us as their cart drives off towards the start. 

Oh. 

Well. 

That was unexpected. 

This is unexpected. 

Harry has put his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “Well?” He watches me carefully, and I know the decision to continue is mine. 

“I doubt I’ll get to play with someone like you again, so we might as well continue.” 

“Someone like me? A celebrity?” Seeming genuinely confused, he removes his sunnies and scratches his head near that damn hair clip. 

“A duffer,” I tease.

“If that’s the case, it’s because your beauty has distracted me from my game today.” His eyes twinkle when he makes the comment, and that’s the moment I know the flirting is on in earnest. 

When we reach the 12th green, I can’t stand being so close to him without letting him know I am up for more. As he squares up for his putt, but before he pulls the club back to take the shot, I whisper loud enough for his ears only, “If you miss this putt, I’ll let you kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate, taking the shot that rolls right at my feet where I’m holding the flag. And yet somehow the ball doesn’t go in. 

“Does that deal count if I accidentally missed?” 

Biting my lip, I tilt my head and observe him. “Hmmm…I’m not sure. It’s kind of offensive that you wouldn’t want to miss it on purpose. I mean, here I am, perfectly kissable. I’m going to say no. It doesn’t count.” 

Stalking towards me, he picks up his golf ball and tosses it to the edge of the green. “How about now?” His voice is a growl, and he’s standing close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body. 

Fuck. He’s so hot. Beyond sexy. 

I glance around the course quickly to see if anyone is nearby. Spotting no one, I tilt my head up to him. Harry grabs my chin with two fingers, staring into my eyes before he brushes his lips over mine. The moan that emits from my throat is heartfelt and demands more from him, but he steps back, his hand dropping to his side. 

Hooded eyes rake over me, and he smirks. “You’ve never met a golfer with a more delicate stroke than me.” 

“Promises, promises,” I tut, holding out the flag for him to take so I can putt. 

A few holes later, and all pretense has dropped as Harry rests his hands on my hips while I’m lining up my shot. “Are you sure you know how to hold a shaft correctly?” His voice in my ear is so gravelly that I want to drop onto my knees right there on the fairway and show him exactly how skilled I am at handling a shaft.

“Be careful there, Harry,” I murmur, “You’re like a water hazard. You’ve got me soaking wet.” 

“Fuck.” Stepping back from me, he shakes his head. “How many holes?” 

“Three,” I comment, and my eyes bat of their own accord, I swear! 

“Jesus!” He runs his hand over his face. “You’re like a fairway: short, well-groomed, and a pleasure to hit on.” 

“Are you saying you’d like to improve our stroke game together?” 

“I’m saying that I’m not going to make it back to the clubhouse at this rate.”

“Well…” I approach him, again searching the nearby greens for golfers, “...my golf coach says I have a firm grip. Do you want to see if it’s true?” 

“Birdy…” His voice is strangled as I ease my hand over the front of his trousers, feeling his length where it’s tucked safely high and to the left. The air exits his lungs at a faster velocity than a golf swing. “Get your clubs,” he commands, roughly replacing the putter he’d withdrawn and grabbing my hand. 

Yanking me behind him, Harry leads the way towards the parking lot where he uses an electronic key to open the vehicle and throw in his clubs before grabbing my golf bag and more gently placing it on top of his so that the two golf bags look to be spooning. 

“Get in,” he insists, and I don’t hesitate to scurry to the passenger side. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, my hands in my lap after I’ve buckled the seatbelt. The quivering in the lower part of my body will only be appeased in one way.

“Shit. I’ve no idea,” he sighs, not putting the car in drive. “My hotel is too far.” 

“Switch places with me,” I suggest, knowing exactly where we can go. 

With a single nod, the two of us climb from the vehicle and pass each other silently and aggressively on our way to opposite sides. Buckled in, I back the car from the lot and drive the two miles to my grandparents’ house. 

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” I state. “Open the garage before the neighbors spot us.” I share the code, and Harry follows my directions. Without drawing too much attention, we’ve sequestered ourselves in the garage, with Harry waiting impatiently for me to get out of the car. 

The moment I step from the driver’s side onto the pavement of my grandparents’ garage, Harry approaches me, his hands cupping my face as he devours my lips. I do not hesitate, opening to him as my fingers fumble for the bottom of that fucking blue sweater I’ve been jealous of all afternoon because it gets to hug his curves. As I draw the sweater up, he releases my face to raise his arms over his head, and I don’t hesitate, repeating the gesture with his white turtleneck. 

As soon as his skin is free from the clothing, his mouth crashes back onto mine as his long lush fingers make short work of my white polo. He’s backed me almost to the stairs that lead to the house, and he wraps an arm around my nearly naked back just as I’m about to topple over onto them. 

“Where?” His breath is scented with the mint from his gum, and I feel the waft of it across my cheek. 

My brain scrambles. My grandparents’ house. Quickly I discard the master bedroom and the sofa in the living room. Grasping his hand, I haul us both to the only room that makes sense. Stopping to frantically kiss this amazing man, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, his fingers brushing over my boobs as soon as they are bare. 

When I open the door to our destination, Harry pauses, his eyes widening as he takes in the golf trophies, photos of my grandparents with famous golfers on the paneled walls, and the putting green. Shaking his head, he laughs, and the crinkles at his eyes make my panties even wetter. 

“I like my men like a sand trap: dirty, challenging, and unpredictable.” Although I’ve attempted to make the joke with a straight face, I fail miserably as I dissolve into giggles. 

With a face palm, Harry laughs too, glancing at the putting green. “No way am I fucking on that fake turf. One of us would end up with scraped knees, and I don’t know if I would prefer it be you or me.” 

“No question there,” I purr as I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for the button and zipper on his trousers. “I’ve been drooling for this shaft all afternoon.” 

“Well, I am known for my lengthy club.” The smirk on his face drops away as I free his cock and give it a few strokes before sliding my lips over the end and applying light pressure. Pushing his pants and underpants down his thighs, I reach for his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he sucks in air. “I had planned to wash my balls after the game today, but you’re welcome to….ahhhhhh.” The way the sound escapes his mouth when I do as he suggests and lave his balls with my tongue has me hotter than a July game at a Miami course. 

Returning to his cock, I slide his length as far as my throat will allow, practically unhinging my jaw as I take him in. Closing my lips, I use suction until he grabs my head, pulling my hair to remove me from my current activity. 

When I look up at him, I can see the scar under his chin as he’s staring at the ceiling. He takes a deep breath, and I cannot resist scraping my teeth lightly to see his reaction. It’s instant, as his jaw drops and his eyes connect with mine. Just as I get to the end of his cock again, I make a humming sound, knowing he can feel the vibration on this sensitive body part. 

“Birdy…” he gasps. “I need…” 

Releasing him with a popping sound, I sit back on my knees and grin, rather proud of my ability to reduce this cheeky flirt to two-word sentences. 

“What?” I demand. 

“I need to feel your fringe. Taste it even.” 

Closing my eyes, I shake my head as though I’m disappointed with his golf pun, but it honestly gives a zing to my private parts. 

“Fair enough,” I comment, using my current location to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothing so that he stands before me, naked but for his socks. 

“Shouldn’t that be ‘fairway’ enough?” He giggles, his shaft pointing straight at me. 

I groan. “Oh, man. If I weren’t so hot for you, your bad jokes might just turn me off.” 

“Good,” he smiles, and the dimple deepens until I’m confident I could fit a thousand golf balls, each with their own 381 dimples, inside it. That many dimples all in the same space would be overwhelming. “Now let’s put my wood in your golf bag, shall we?” He holds his hand down to me, and I grasp it so that he can pull me upwards, our tongues tangling like a dust devil. 

Fingers fumbling with the buttons on my skort, Harry moves his lips to my neck. “Why ‘Birdy’?” 

“Seriously?” I scoff. “You want to talk about my nickname now?” 

His luxurious fingers shove my panties and my skort down to my ankles, ignoring my shoes completely as he encourages me to kick off the offending clothing. “Yes please.” 

Nude, I plant my hands on my hips, glaring at him from where he’s squatting on the floor after removing my outfit. “My grandfather scored a birdie every time he took me out with him on the golf course when I was a baby.” 

“Oh,” he pouts. 

“Not as sexy as you thought it might be?” 

“As a story, you really should work on it.” 

“I promise I’ll spice up the story with the next single that joins our foursome,” I simper. A look crosses his face that could be construed as jealousy if one were so inclined. Which I’m not. Because he’s just an afternoon fuck. 

As I start to step past him to the leather sofa, he grabs my thighs and buries his face in my crotch, sniffing deeply. Flabbergasted, I pause, my balance off. 

“Widen your stance,” Harry demands, and when I follow his direction, he uses both hands to part the petals at my entrance. Just before his tongue dives in, he blows a puff of air, and I shiver at the sexiness of the move. 

“Fuck, Harry,” I grab for his shoulder so I don’t sink to the floor. Between his tongue and his teeth, I nearly tip over the abyss, but when he uses both hands, inserting one finger in each of my body’s lower entrances, I come, screaming his name as I yank his hair, accidentally dislodging that damn hair clip which skitters across the wood floor. My orgasm continues as Harry rises, one finger still teasing my clit. 

“You were right,” he whispers to me as I gaze at his glistening face, “three holes left. Now taken care of.” Capturing my lips, he delves inside my mouth, his tongue and finger below taking turns, setting a rhythm that would do well in one of his songs. 

Fuck. I’m weak. 

When my body stops shivering, I use both hands to shove him onto the sofa where he lands with both feet out and his driver in the air. 

“Birth control?” he asks. 

“Taken care of,” I grin. “IUD. But if you want double protection or you don’t trust me…” I gesture towards the rest of the house, trying to figure out where a condom might be hidden in my grandparents’ house. 

“I trust you. No one with that nickname and those grandparents could lie about something like that.” 

With a grin, I concede his point. Besides, my grandparents would flip their lids if I got pregnant without a commitment. 

Slowly, as if I’m lining up a putt, I slide onto him. 

“Mmmmm…that’s a hole to be respected,” Harry murmurs as I descend, and I would laugh if not for the fact that I’m gearing up for my second orgasm. 

“Are you up for some stroke play?” I query as I settle completely on him, my insides stretched but happy. 

“Stroke that stroke, babe.” 

With the steady beat of that Billie Squier oldie in my head, I follow his instructions, lifting myself off his shaft before plunging back down as hard as I can. Just when I’m getting closer, panting as I look to the skies, Harry taps my butt cheek. “Turn around here, love.” 

Settling on the sofa with my rear in the air, I am startled when Harry’s finger circles my asshole, and I wonder if I’m in for a different experience than I had originally expected. He’s too big for my back door without a lot of preparation, and it’s clear he knows it as he settles on wedging a finger there while his cock invades my vagina. Between his cock and his inserted finger, I’m so close to exploding that I slam my body backwards into his until he finally removes the finger, grabs my hips, and pounds into me. 

“Drive into me, Harry!” I scream, recognizing the golf pun after it’s already left my mouth. Biting my lip, I reach in front and play with my clit just as Harry shoots his load into me, and I writhe with my second orgasm, his name on my lips as he falls onto my back. 

Seconds, minutes, decades later, Harry disengages from me. 

“That was pleasant,” he smiles, and I wonder if this is it. He’ll leave me here, his cum dripping from me onto the furniture in my granddad’s golf room. “We should probably get dressed and get back to the course. Otherwise, they’ll send out a search party. If we get back quickly, they’ll think we just took our time on the 18th.” 

Agreeably, I laugh. “I can see it now.” Imitating my grandma, “‘But our baby girl is out there with a handsome stranger! They must be exhausted after 18 holes!’” 

Together, we dissolve into giggles at the innuendo as we sort through the discarded clothing and dress ourselves, making our way back to the garage as we locate our shirts. 

“You better drive us back. I’m likely to get lost in your tall bush.” 

“Oh, please,” I roll my eyes. “My grass is perfectly trimmed for the game.” 

“Mhm,” he smirks, “Who’s your caddy?” 

We pull into the parking lot, laughing at our ridiculous puns. Removing our golf bags from the trunk, we make our way into the clubhouse where we quickly locate and join my grandparents. 

“How were the last few holes?” Gramps asks. 

“Pretty good,” Harry grins, glancing over at me. “I got both a Birdy and a hole in one.” 

I want to laugh at his comment, but any suggestion that we did anything other than play golf would get me in trouble, so I simply smile, nod, and announce, “It was quite the round. The best I’ve had in a long time, by par.” 

When everyone at the table howls with mirth, I feel Harry’s hand on my knee as my grandfather speaks up with, “Harry? I think you might be missing a number on your scorecard.” When he winks and gestures towards me, I groan, but my latest lover takes advantage of the moment, holding out his scorecard to me. 

“If you wouldn’t mind…I might need another hole in one the next time I come to town.” 

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Waiting for Love - Part Twelve

You Fulfill My Soul

Content: All of the Elvisy things - angst, fluff, smut, mention of prescription drug use, removal of sweaty jumpsuits, etc. 18+

I know I said two more chapters, but as I started outlining and writing this part, I knew it would take us to the end. I had a loose vision for this story from the beginning. I don’t want to spoil the end right now, so I have written an author’s note at the bottom about how much this story means to me. Thank you so much for reading, liking, commenting, sharing, etc. I appreciate it more than you know. ❤️❤️❤️

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December 1972

“I don’t know, Rox. I’m excited to go to Hawaii and see him do this big performance, but I’m worried about him. He keeps trying to lose all this weight, he’s barely been eating. He just looks so stressed and tired.” Vivien curled the phone cord around her finger, peeking over toward the bed to make sure Elvis was still asleep. His light snores reassured her.

“I’m sorry hon, hopefully he’ll feel better after it’s all over.”

“I hope you’re right,” Vivien sighed. “Oh, are you and Michael coming to the Christmas party?”

“I wouldn’t miss it!” Roxanne sounded excited and then snickered a little bit. “Well actually it depends. Am I going to walk in on the two of you getting busy on the couch?”

“Roxanne! I apologized for that a million times,” Vivien protested, her face heating up with embarrassment.

“I’m just giving you a hard time. I was actually enjoying the show, I wish I had stayed til the end. Does he start singing when he orgasms?”

“No, he just moans my name and, well…” Vivien trailed off as she thought about how he would look at her with such tenderness when they were done, how occasionally she would see a tear brimming in his eye. Those moments were just for her though.

“C’mon, don’t stop now. You’re no fun,” Rox complained.

“Elvis thinks I’m pretty fun.” Vivien blushed at her own innuendo.

“Now you’re just being a tease!”

“You love it,” Vivien laughed. “I’ll see you next week.”

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January 14, 1973 - 3:00AM

“Okay, tell me the truth now baby. How was I? The guys always jus’ tell me what they think I wanna hear.”

Back at their private villa in the wee hours of the morning, Vivien eyed Elvis, still in his sweaty jumpsuit emblazoned with an eagle. He looked beyond exhausted, but also a little relieved that it was over.

“Honestly? I thought you were amazing.” Vivien smiled and grabbed his hand, fiddling with the giant rings he’d worn for the special.

“Really? Ya think the people watchin’ at home will like it? Will they feel the energy?”

“Well, right off the bat they’ll like it because you look soooo handsome.” Vivien winked and Elvis blushed and smiled. “There’s that cute blush,” she teased, watching him grow even redder. “And yes, they will feel your energy. I was just getting upset that they made you keep doing songs after it was over. They’re wearing you out.”

“And that’s your job, right?” Elvis laughed when he saw it was Vivien’s turn to blush. “Don’t worry baby, I still got enough gas in the tank for ya.”

“Oh yeah? Are you gonna shoot me full of rhythm and blues?”

Elvis’ laughter grew as he pulled her in for a kiss. “I shoulda known that’d be your favorite part.”

“I think this next part is actually my favorite,” Vivien whispered as she unzipped his jumpsuit and started slowly peeling it off of his sweaty body.

“I look good, don’t I baby?” Elvis stood before her in just his white briefs, the jumpsuit now a sweaty pile on the floor. “I knew I could lose the weight.”

“You always look good to me.” Vivien leaned in and licked the sweat off his collarbone, sending a shiver through his body.

“Mmm baby, I think I’ve worked up an appetite.” He unzipped her blue sequined dress and let it pool onto the floor at her feet. “Oh God, like a feast for a starvin’ man,” he groaned as he slid her lacy panties down and laid her on the bed, spreading her legs open. “How do ya get more beautiful every time I look at ya?”

“Elvis,” Vivien protested shyly.

“Honey, this is my reward for all my hard work. I jus’ know ya wouldn’t deprive me of that.” He started kissing and licking up the insides of her thighs, approaching the wet delicacy at her center. “Mmm, sweeter every time too.” Vivien moaned as he licked her folds. “That’s right baby, keep lettin’ me know this is your favorite part.” Elvis started grinding against the bed, his dick almost uncomfortably hard as he sent her into orbit, his name echoing off the walls of the room. Ahh, sweet release.

“Okay that was definitely my favorite part,” Vivien panted, trying to regain control of her breathing.

“I think the people staying in the next villa over might know it too, baby.” Elvis laughed as he pulled himself up to lay next to her.

“Let me make you feel good now.” Vivien reached inside his underwear and found he was already a sticky mess.

“Honey, ya already did make me feel good. Ya know I jus’ can’t control myself around ya. And it makes me feel so good when you feel good.”

Vivien blushed, feeling flattered that her moans could excite him so much. “Well, let me take care of you in a different way then. I’m going to draw a nice relaxing bath for you.”

“Okay baby,” Elvis whispered, his eyelids already starting to feel like they didn’t want to stay open anymore.

“Come on, my love. You can sleep after we get you all cleaned up. You can sleep all day if you want.” She slipped on her nightgown and pulled him into the bathroom. “You’ll have to take your underwear off,” she reminded as he stood there next to the tub while she tested the water with her wrist. She smiled at his cute embarrassment when he quickly pulled off his underwear and sat down in the soapy water. As if she hadn’t seen him naked before. Hadn’t kissed and licked every part of him…

“Are ya comin’ in here with me?” Elvis’ voice brought her thoughts back to this beautiful exhausted man lying in the tub.

“No, this is just for you. I want you to lean back and relax while I take care of you.” She took a soft washcloth and started slowly washing his body, starting with his long graceful neck and working her way down. She scrubbed over his hairy chest and stomach and then very gently washed his penis and scrotum. His eyes were closed, but he let out a tiny little moan when she touched his most sensitive areas. She felt her own desire heating back up, but she knew how badly he needed to rest. She moved down his legs and then scrubbed his aching feet, setting aside the cloth when she was done so she could massage them with her hands.

“Baby, you’re so good ta me,” Elvis moaned.

“Okay, time to get you into bed.” Vivien helped him stand and step out of the tub. She grabbed a fluffy towel and carefully wiped him down from head to toe, no body part escaping her attention. Then she helped him into his pajamas and led him over to the bed.

As they curled up together, his arm wrapped around her from behind, Elvis whispered in her ear. “Baby, I was jus’ thinkin’ that my mama would be so proud of me for findin’ such a special woman ta love me and take care of me like you do. I wish you coulda met her.”

Vivien smiled, her eyes watering with emotion. “Elvis, I feel like I have met her in a way. All the love and kindness and passion that shines in you, I know that she gave that to you.”

Elvis didn’t say anything, but Vivien could feel the teardrop that slipped off his face and onto her own.

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April 1973

Vivien awoke to see Elvis staring critically at himself in the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall. He was wearing just his silky pajama pants. The top was draped over the velvet tufted chair next to him. Elvis jumped with a start as Vivien crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

“What’re we looking at?” she murmured into the soft skin of his back.

“N-n-nothin’ honey, lemme jus’ grab my shirt.” Elvis reached for the shirt, but Vivien snatched it away and hid it behind her back.

“Mm-mm, no, that will block my view,” she teased with a wink.

“C’mon baby, lemme have it,” Elvis demanded, turning toward her.

“You can have it in a minute. Just turn back around first. Pwease,” she added in a baby voice.

“Okay baby.” Elvis relented and turned back toward the mirror as Vivien tossed the shirt onto the chair.

“Wow…look at you,” Vivien breathed as she peeked out from behind him, looking at his body in the mirror.

“Yeah, look. I’m gettin’ too fuckin’ fat,” Elvis retorted. “All that weight I lost for the special came back. Plus more.”

Vivien wrapped her arms around him again. “You look amazing,” she murmured, her hands running over his broad hairy chest and down to his soft stomach. “I can’t believe this is all mine.” She slipped a hand inside his waistband and let her fingertips trace lightly over the little pooch leading down to his pelvic region.

“N-n-now that’s enough honey,” Elvis breathed out, but he didn’t make a move to stop her hand from drifting down further.

“This,” she whispered, “this is one of my favorite spots. Cuz if I follow it down, it takes me right to Little Elvis.” She cupped the soft warm appendage in her hand, feeling a shudder run through Elvis’ body as she stayed pressed tightly against him.

A low groan seemed to catch in his throat when she removed her hand from his pants and leaned in to kiss an old acne scar on his shoulder blade. She started slowly sliding his pants off, leaving a trail of kisses down his back and over that perfectly round butt. As his pants pooled around his ankles and she gave a tender kiss to the back of each sturdy thigh, Vivien noticed Elvis’ body trembling slightly. The sight of him being nervous after all this time together made her heart swell.

“Wh-wh-what are ya doin’ down there baby?” Elvis stuttered out as Vivien crawled around to kneel in front of him. She gave a kiss to each foot as she lifted them to help him step out of his pajama bottoms. “Ya ain’t gotta be d-d-down there on your knees like that, honey.”

Vivien took in the sight of him while she knelt there - his foreskin had rolled back to reveal that sensitive tip just begging to be tasted. “It looks like you’re enjoying it.” She smiled up at him and leaned in closer, licking her lips.

Elvis looked down and saw that, despite the…issues he’d been having the last couple weeks, Little Elvis was indeed standing at full attention. He sucked in his breath as Vivien pressed her lips to him, kissing his tip before lapping at it with her tongue and then taking him fully into her mouth.

“Oh damn Vivien, ya always know how ta make me feel good,” Elvis moaned out. His hands rested on her head, his fingers weaving through her thick dark hair.

Vivien could feel her own core throbbing with desire as she moaned around him, grabbing his butt and pushing him deeper inside of her. Every one of her senses was consumed by him.

Elvis looked down at Vivien taking care of him so passionately and his heart swelled with a profound desire. To make her his in every way. If only he could find a way to make his body keep cooperating. Too late…He could feel Vivien’s movements slow as he began to soften in her mouth.

“C-c-c’mon honey, that’s enough now,” he whispered with his eyes closed, the embarrassment threatening to push him into anger.

Vivien pulled her mouth off him but could not turn off her desire to shower him with affection. She saw that he had retreated completely into his cocoon and pressed two soft kisses to it, then two more to the fuzziness covering his pubic area, another one to his lower abdomen, then one to his belly button, until she had worked her way up and her face was buried in his chest. Elvis still felt embarrassed but also oddly grateful for her display of affection toward the body that just betrayed him. He’d never experienced this level of tenderness from someone.

“Did I do something wrong?” Vivien mumbled nervously into his chest.

Elvis kissed the top of her head. “Naw honey, it wasn’t that at all. I want ya, I really do, it’s j-j-just that I gotta couple new medications, a-a-and sometimes it does this ta me. My body’s not in sync with my mind and heart I guess.” Elvis pulled his pants and shirt back on and sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding eye contact.

“More new medications?” Vivien asked softly. “What are these for?”

“Baby, we’ve been over this. Ya ain’t gotta worry about me. I jus’ need some things ta help me keep performin’, ta help me sleep, and now my stomach’s been hurtin’ lately, so I got some more painkillers, but none of this is your concern, okay?”

“Not my concern?” Vivien echoed in disbelief. “I love you. How would I not be concerned? And I’ve seen your medications in the bathroom. Why do you have so many from different doctors? And some don’t even have your name on the bottle…” her voice trailed off when she saw Elvis’ jaw tighten. She braced herself for the storm she knew was coming, the storm she had provoked. But she could no longer bite her tongue and pretend that she didn’t see what was going on.

“You’ve been snoopin’ through my things?” Elvis barked, his whole body tensing up.

“I wasn’t snooping! Everything was right there on the counter by the sink.” She tried to lower the defensive in her tone. “Elvis. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been so exhausted lately, and sometimes you don’t seem like yourself. I think that maybe you should go to the hospital so they can see if there’s something seriously wrong.”

“Oh, I see. Ya wanna send me off cuz I can’t fulfill ya no more?” Elvis still sounded angry but now also hurt. “How do ya like that,” he muttered under his breath. “Like a race horse that’s outlived its usefulness. Just send him off ta die.”

“Elvis, you’re talking crazy now.” She tried to reach out and grab his hand, but he pulled back from her touch. “I know we are both passionate and affectionate people, but it’s not about the…sex,” she said, her voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. “It was never just about that with me and you. From the first time we spoke, I saw something so deep in you that I can’t let go of. You fulfill my heart, you fulfill my soul. And I just can’t watch you do this to yourself.” Her voice cracked with emotion.

“So that’s it? You’ll leave me if I don’t go to the hospital?” His voice was quieter now, but still full of hurt.

“I could never leave you. I love you beyond what I ever would have thought possible. I need you.” Vivien wished there were words to describe how completely her heart belonged to him. “But it will break my heart to see you getting sicker. It will break me. Please Elvis, I’m begging you to try. Just go get checked out and take only the medications that they give you. You can take a break from touring. We can run away together. Anything you need, I’ll be there to help you. I can’t exist without you.” Vivien felt the tears flowing freely down her face as she dropped down to her knees and buried her head in his lap.

Elvis swallowed as he looked down at this beautiful woman who cared for him so much. Who would do anything for him. He tried to let go of his anger as he stroked the back of her head. “Baby, please don’t cry. I know you’re worried about me. You don’t have ta be, but I know it’s cuz ya love me. I will go get checked out, okay? I’ll do it soon. For you. To make ya feel better, okay? You’ll see there’s nothin’ wrong, okay?”

Vivien nodded and wiped her tears away, knowing how hard it must be for him to make that concession, to let go of what little control he had in his own life. “Thank you.”

Elvis pulled her up off the ground and onto his lap, giving her a sweet kiss before reaching to button his shirt, feeling too exposed all of a sudden.

“Do you have to button that?” Vivien asked, stilling his hands with her own.

Elvis let out a guffaw, his face turning pink. “What, ya want me ta be walkin’ round in the nude all day?”

“Maybe I do,” Vivien teased, pushing his shirt back open. “Can you blame me when you look this good? So sexy,” she cooed.

Elvis grabbed her glasses off the nightstand and put them upside down on his own face. “I-I-I don’ know honey, I think we gotta get ya a new prescription in these things. I don’t know what you’re seein’. You’re liable to run off with some other sexy man thinkin’ it’s me!”

Vivien giggled and snatched her glasses back. “Hey, you’re the one who’s always losing your glasses!”

“I don’t lose ‘em baby, I give ‘em to fans as gifts. Plus your beauty is so powerful I could be blind as a bat and still see it.” He put a finger under Vivien’s chin and lifted it toward him so he could plant a sweet smooch on her lips. “Thank ya for worryin’ ‘bout me and takin’ care of me, baby.”

“Oh Elvis, you really want to know what I see when I look at you? It’s this.” She pressed her hand firmly against his heart, feeling the soothing rhythm that guided him. “Your heart is so beautiful it makes every part of you glow. Your looks could change a million times - you could gain weight, lose weight, stop dying your hair,” she teased, playfully running her fingers through his black mane with random pieces of silver nestled throughout. “You will always look perfect to me.”

“Thank ya sweetheart,” Elvis murmured, overwhelmed with emotion and…something else. “Oh baby,” he groaned as she pressed her body into his. “I think we’re back in business.”

VIvien squealed as he rolled her onto the bed and lowered himself on top of her, preparing to join their bodies as one.

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May 1973

“There she is! Vivien!”

Vivien turned her head at the sound of her name to see half a dozen reporters and a news camera swarming toward her. She nervously took a step backward and bumped into Roxanne, who was carrying the sack of Krystal burgers that Elvis had sent them out to get.

“It’s okay Viv, I’m right here with you.” Roxanne whispered her reassurance into Vivien’s ear.

“So it’s true that Elvis is staying here in this hospital? Can you share what condition he’s in after canceling shows due to exhaustion?”

Vivien steeled her nerves against the intrusion, knowing Elvis would be much more polite and kind than she was about to be. “What condition do you hope for him to be in? Didn’t you report last week that he’s been gaining weight and might be losing his touch?”

“I take it you don’t share that opinion?” A condescending smirk played across his face.

“Not in the slightest.” Vivien tried with all her might to keep her voice even and steady.

“Do you think you’ll be the next long-suffering Mrs. Presley, watching over the home while Elvis goes off gallivanting with the boys?”

Vivien cocked her head slightly to the side, fire shooting out of her eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight - I am not suffering with Elvis. He is the kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever known. It is an honor to be at his side, loving and supporting him while he gives everything he has to bring happiness to his fans. But if you’re content to be vultures waiting to pick at the bones of a man, of a human being, who only wants to bring joy to this often miserable world, well, I can’t stop you.” Vivien turned on her heel and marched into the hospital lobby, Roxanne tagging along behind her in awe.

“Wow Vivien, that was amazing! I didn’t know you had it in you to tell him off like that.”

“Neither did I,” Vivien exhaled, her hands shaking with nerves as she took the bag of food from Roxanne.

“You’re gonna have to be strong like that to help him through all this. Have you thought about what you’ll do, I mean what if it doesn’t work? What if he starts taking all the painkillers again? What if he doesn’t get well?”

“Then we’ll try again. I’ll try forever with him, by his side.” Vivien spoke with determination. “I know he hasn’t always gotten everything right, but neither have I. I know he always tries his best. And I wouldn’t trade a second of our story. He has shown me this whole-hearted love that has filled my soul. Roxanne, I need him.”

“I know, Viv. Are you gonna be okay without me? I have to get back to work.”

“Yes, I’ll be okay. Thanks for driving me. And walking with me past the vultures.”

“You go be strong for him now, okay?” Roxanne pulled Vivien into a quick hug. “I love you.”

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“There’s my baby! My baby with my burgers!”

Vivien was relieved to see that Elvis was still in such good spirits.

“Mr. Presley, you really should try to eat something a little healthier while you’re here.” The older female nurse spoke sternly but then smiled at Elvis’ pouty expression. “But I guess one burger would be okay.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Elvis dramatically stage whispered with a wink, a crooked grin lighting up his face. The nurse giggled like a schoolgirl and left the two of them alone in the room. “C’mere baby.” Elvis patted the narrow spot next to him on the bed, and Vivien squeezed herself in, snuggling up to his soft warm body. “They’re just running some tests now honey. They’re gonna find out why my stomach’s been hurtin’ and see what medicines I actually should be takin’. Ever’thing’s gonna be okay, you’ll see.” He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“Of course everything’s gonna be okay,” Vivien said confidently. “I was waiting for love for such a long time, and I’m never letting go of you. Got that?”

“Mm-hm,” Elvis nodded as she pressed her lips against his sweet plush ones, her hand resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heart beat vibrated out and coursed through her own body, an ocean of love washing over the two of them.

Author’s note:

A million thanks to everyone who stayed with me on this one! This was such a cathartic thing to write for me, but I’m also sad and overwhelmed with emotion to let go of it. I feel Elvis gets a lot of undue criticism for just essentially being a human being. I loved being able to explore a little bit of what he may have thought and felt about his own life and relationships and why he did the things he did. My goal is always for my writing to convey the love and compassion that I feel for him, so hopefully I was successful. As for the ending, I had in mind from the beginning that it would be a little bit open-ended as to the future. In my fantasy world, with the right love and support, he would have been able to be with us a lot longer. But I also know that addiction and the health problems he faced were very serious, and sometimes all the love in the world can’t take that away. I don’t believe his level of fame is healthy for anyone’s psyche, and part of me thinks that he would have been better off as a human being if he had a short career at local clubs and then settled down to have a family. But on the other hand, I wonder if, knowing how much love and light he’s spread around the entire world for decades after his passing, would he still take the same path despite what fate had in store? All I know for sure is that, like Vivien, I am never letting go of the love I’ve found in him. ❤️

I would love to hear your thoughts, feedback, comments, etc.!

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 14- Tit Play

Frank Castle x fem!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), established relationship, body worship, subby-sih Frank, praise, dirty talk, thigh riding, no use of y/n

Notes- Is anyone really surprised with with one? No lol. It's no secret I love Frank's titties so this was a no brainer for me to write. Honestly I'm shocked I didn't write this sooner lol. Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Frank, I’m home,” you called out into the space you shared with him. It was late, later than you usually got home, and you were sure he would be there already.

“In here, baby,” Frank’s voice called from the living room.

Smiling, you slid off your shoes and made your way to the other room, but when you stepped across the threshold, what you saw took your breath away. Frank was laying on the couch, shirtless, his sweatpants low on his waist. Part of you knew you were gawking at him, but you couldn’t help it.

Frank noticed of course, “See anything you like, sweetheart?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

Picking your jaw up off the floor, you gave him a mischievous smirk as you dropped your tone, “Perhaps,” you smoothly made your way across the room to him.

Frank Castle’s low rumble of a laugh went right to your cunt, just like it always did.

“You know I like it when you’re just in your sweats like this,” you purred as you straddled his hips.

“I know, baby,” he rested his hands on your hips as he looked at you with pure admiration, “Welcome home,” he added with a smirk.

“What a welcome it is,” you whispered before you closed the gap between your faces in a heated kiss. You rocked your hips against his as you quickly deepened the kiss.

You moaned into Frank’s mouth as you felt his hands roam up and down your back, caressing your body with his big hands. Your own hands ran across his chest, and you smiled against his lips when you felt his groan underneath you.

“Shit baby,” Frank hissed as you squeezed his pecs with both hands.

His cock twitched under your hips as you kneaded his chest while you kissed your way down his neck. You bit down harder as you tightened your fingers around his pecs at the same time, savoring the way the mighty and strong Frank Castle melted underneath your touch. Rocking your hips against his cock at the same time, you brushed your thumb across his nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he dropped his head back.

“You like that… baby?” you murmured.

“Fuck yeah,” Frank groaned.

“Me too.”

You kissed your way down his chest, adjusting yourself in his lap to reach his pecs. You nibbled your way along the prominent muscle there, making sure to suck little marks in his skin as you did so. Frank moaned your name as you paid extra attention to his chest.

But the sound he let out when you wrapped your lips around his nipple almost made you cum then and there. Frank groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you ran your tongue along his nipple, flicking it hard a few times before you sucked again. You sucked hard, taking as much of his pec in your mouth as you could.

Teeth grazed along the now overly sensitive skin, teasing him. You smiled against his skin, enjoying this just as much as Frank was. Starting again, you licked his nipple a few times before you bit down harder.

“Shit baby,” Frank sighed as one hard made its way up to rest on the back of your head.

You giggled as you kissed your way across Frank’s chest to give the other pec the same treatment. You kneaded the one you just worked on with your hand while you nibbled on the muscle. This time, though, you were rougher, more determined to mark him as much as you could.

Sucking hard, you broke away from his skin with a loud pop to admire your work. A bright red spot right on the belly of his pec muscle shined at you. And it only spurred you on more. WIth a moan, you dove back into Frank’s chest, lickign and sucking and biting your way along the muscle.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned as his cock strained in his sweatpants.

You responded by rocking yourself against him, but you didn’t break away. Not when you wanted to worship him more. Nibbling your way to his nipple, you hummed against Frank's skin. And when you finally reached it after all the teasing, he let out another low groan.

A moan of your own escaped your lips as you rocked against him more while your tongue flicked across Frank’s nipple. You squeezed his other pec harder as you grazed your teeth across the bud. All Frank could do was sit there as you had your way with him, and he loved it.

“Baby,” he murmured in that low tone that made your pussy clench, “If you keep this up,” he hissed as you didn’t stop working his chest, “I might… Ahh… I’m gonna fucking cum in my pants.”

It was the first time anything like this happened to Frank. And it was fucking incredible. A younger Frank would have flipped you over and fucked you on the couch, needing to cum inside you. But this… this was new, this was different. This was just as intimate as fucking you, or eating you out, or being in your mouth. This was you worshiping his body in a way no one ever did before. It was something uniquely you, and it made it all the more special.

“Frank…” you hummed against his skin, “I don’t wanna stop. I wanna make you cum like this.”

“Shit baby,” Frank hissed, “Fucking do it,” he growled, “But only if you cum too.”

You moaned against his skin as you rocked your hips against his length faster. Heat rose in the room as you and Frank rutted against each other on the couch, your lips still wrapped around his nipple and your hands kneading his pecs.

Without warning, Frank groaned your name as his climax hit. His mouth hung open as a string of curses and praises flowed from his mouth as he soaked his sweatpants… and your pussy through him. You kept going, licking and sucking at his chest while you rocked against him faster, desperately chasing your own climax.

You only broke away from Frank’s skin when your own peak hit, and the familiar tingles ran up your spine as your clit rubbed against his body over and over again. You leaned back to let out a loud moan as you rode him on the couch, pulling every ounce of orgasm from both your bodies until you were spent.

Collapsing forward, you panted heavily as you rested your head on Frank’s shoulder, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Fuck,” Frank sighed, “Baby, that was so fuckin’ hot.”

“Mmm,” you hummed contently, not wanting to leave his arms.

What a welcome home indeed.

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 14 lips | words: 457

hi, so, i’m actually pretty proud of this one. i rewrote it a billion times but i think it’s really good (for my level), so i hope y’all will enjoy it 🥰

Regulus tugged at his boyfriend’s hand, dragging him up the stairs that led to the roof. He told James that he wanted to show him his star, but that wasn’t all - Regulus spent half the day setting up a date for them. There were candles all over the roof, cozy blankets and cushions to sit on, and James’ favourite snacks such as homemade chocolate chip cookies, cream cheese crackers and blueberries. And Regulus felt proud of himself for managing to make it almost entirely without help - he just needed Effie’s hand with the cookies, being too afraid of burning down the whole flat.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Regulus turned to James to kiss him gently before saying “I hope you’re going to like it.”

As he opened the door, James came to an abrupt halt, stunned, his lips parted slightly. Regulus couldn’t decide if the taller man looked in awe or terrified. At the thought of James disliking the whole thing, his anxiety woke up, running freely around his brain, saying stuff like he hates it, he doesn’t want to be here, he’s uncomfortable, he thinks you’re being too much. And, even though he knew it was some made-up shit, that made Regulus feel sick to his stomach.

“Do you like it?” he asked hesitantly, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper.

At the question James looked over at him. In the matter of seconds he was cradling Regulus’ cheeks with his hands and kissing him breathlessly. And, honestly, who was Regulus to not give into it?

They stood there, the younger man wrapping his arms around James’ shoulders and climbing on his tiptoes, while the other man’s hands slipped down his body to hold onto his hips. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing around each other, teeth biting lips occasionally - it felt like if they broke apart, they might die.

As it turned out after a few long minutes, they did not, in fact, die when they separated. They just lingered close to one another, panting into their mouths. After a moment, Regulus huffed out a breathless laugh.

“So, I take it as a yes” he chuckled, nuzzling James’ nose with his own.

“It, indeed, is a yes. I love it, baby” his boyfriend replied before kissing his forehead.

Regulus finally led James to the sitting area, plopping him down just to feed him blueberries. As he tried to put one in his mouth, James tugged him down, into his lap. He brushed some of the black waves behind his ear, Regulus’ cheeks turning a pretty pink.

“So,” James whispered, looking him in the eyes with so much adoration he thought he could combust right there. “will you show me your star, love?”

[just-aake]

Boundless Devotion - Part VI

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Warnings: slight fluff, slight angst, blood

Words: 6156

Past - Previous Year

Lively sounds of celebration fill the castle’s ballroom as nobles gather for the birthday of Princess Natasha.

Laughter and spirited conversation flow through the air, blending with the enchanting melodies played by the musicians.  

And yet amid all the revelry, there’s a noticeable absence from the crowd. 

The person of honor had mysteriously vanished from the ballroom shortly after the party began, leaving guests to speculate and whisper in hushed tones about her possible whereabouts. 

In a corner of the room, you stand with Kate, listening intently as she shares her latest attempt to convince her mother to allow her to become a knight. 

“I just don’t understand why she's so reluctant to let me join the Royal Guard,” Kate sighs in disappointment.

“She’s just worried, Kate,” you tell her, giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you have Yelena come with you next time? Maybe she can give some reassurances to your mom about being a knight.” 

The younger princess is known for her close relationships with the castle’s knights, often training with them alongside her sister, so she would be a good option to provide some insights into such a role.

As Kate ponders about your suggestion, a voice calls from behind you, prompting you to turn around.

You find Queen Melina standing before you, wearing a tight smile on her face.

“Y/n, may I have a word with you for a moment?”

You nod in response, and beside you, Kate quietly excuses herself to go find Yelena, leaving the two of you alone.

“This is a lovely celebration,” you compliment her, knowing how much time she spent organizing the event.

“Thank you, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” Melina replies, her expression seemingly calm as she nods to passing guests, but you can sense the tension behind her forced smile.

Her tone carries a hint of annoyance as she continues, “However, it seems that Natasha has disappeared. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” you reply honestly with a shake of your head.

While you expected Natasha to escape these kinds of events sooner or later, you didn’t witness her leaving yourself since you ended up arriving after the celebration had already begun.

Melina rubs her forehead in frustration and lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“Y/n, can you please find my daughter and bring her back to her celebration?” 

You manage to conceal your amusement, holding back your smile as you provide an assuring response.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” 

Excusing yourself, you leave the ballroom and make your way to the location where you know Natasha is most likely to be.

With all the food and wine already served, there is one place in the castle where there's a slim chance of encountering anyone else.

As you round the corner toward the castle's kitchen, you spot a familiar figure walking down the hall toward you.

“Madam B, I didn’t realize that you were here,” you greet her.

Madam B has been your governess since you were young, responsible for teaching you different subjects and lessons at your home. She is known for her strict and unyielding nature, a trait she’s kept from her time as a general for your father during the war.

With all of your years together, you personally know that the woman prefers to keep to herself, which makes her presence at an event like this very unusual.

Madam B waves her hand dismissively at your greeting.

“I don't plan on staying long. I just needed to discuss something more with you before I take my leave.”

You groan internally. Typically, conversations with her usually just end up becoming a long lecture for you. 

“I’m sorry, but can it wait for later? I’m actually looking—”

“It cannot,” she interrupts harshly. Her strict tone makes you instinctively wince and straighten your posture as you wait for her to continue.

She nods approvingly at your reaction before continuing, “Your father may not believe you're ready, but I disagree.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at her words.

"I'm sorry, ready for what?" you ask.

A smirk forms across her face as she places her hand on your shoulder.

"You remember the things I’ve taught you, don’t you, Y/n? About loyalty, compliance, devotion..."

As she continues speaking, a sudden ringing pierces your head, drowning out her words. You shut your eyes tightly, holding your head in pain from the shrill sound. 

After a moment, the ringing slowly subsides, and her voice becomes clear again.

“—need to get going. Good luck in your search for the princess."

Recovering slowly from the painful sensation, you finally open your eyes as you try to understand her words, but by then, Madam B is already moving to leave.

Her hand tightens briefly on your shoulder as she brushes past you. 

"I sincerely hope you won't disappoint me, Y/n.”

Letting out a calming exhale to regain your composure, you watch her walk away with a lost and confused feeling, trying to make sense of the strange conversation. 

What did she say to you?

You try to remember, but the effort just gives you a small headache that intensifies the longer you attempt to recall what just happened.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind of those thoughts, you continue on your original path, deciding to ask for clarification the next time you see her.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you push open the door to find Natasha casually sitting on the edge of a table, playfully tossing little treats for Fanny to catch.

“Hiding from all of your admirers?” you tease.

At the sound of your voice, Natasha's lips curl into a grin as she turns to look at you.

“Very funny,” she says sarcastically, tossing a treat your way, which you dodge. The treat lands on the floor next to you, prompting Fanny to dart over to retrieve it. 

You extend your hand to give her a usual scratch in greeting, but the dog surprises you by suddenly baring her teeth and growling cautiously at you.

Withdrawing your hand, you shoot Natasha a questioning look. Fanny has never acted aggressively towards you before.

Frowning, Natasha commands, "Fanny, stop."

When the dog fails to obey, Natasha lets out a sharp whistle and tells her another command, "Find Yelena." 

Fanny growls at you once more before bolting out of the room.

Natasha brushes away the crumbs from her hands, offering you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, she must have been upset about not being able to go outside today."

You brush off her apology with a nonchalant wave of your hand. 

“It’s fine, I understand,” you reassure her before playfully casting an accusing glance her way. “I could’ve taken her outside myself, if only I didn’t have to return to the party with a certain missing princess.”

Natasha squints at you suspiciously for a moment before giving you a resigned look and sighing, "Did my mother send you to find me?"

"Yes, she did," you confirm. 

Seeing Natasha's disappointed expression, you sigh dramatically, "But the castle has so many rooms. It might take me a while to search them all to find you."

Understanding your implication, Natasha flashes you a grateful smile.

You make your way over to her, mirroring her sitting position on the table, and lightly nudge her shoulder with yours. 

“What’s wrong? It’s your birthday, you should be out there celebrating with everyone.”

Natasha lets out a scoff, shaking her head.

“It was starting to feel more like a political meeting than a birthday party.”

She turns her body to you, her exasperation clear on her face.

“Did you know, within the first few minutes, I've already been pestered with dozens of marriage proposals, trade deals, and tax suggestions by the older nobles?” 

Her brows furrow in thought at the memory.

“I don’t think I even received a simple ‘happy birthday’ from any of them,” she remarks.

You offer her a sympathetic touch on her arm in understanding.

The older nobles have become increasingly persistent in asserting their opinions and influence on Natasha in the recent months, especially since the announcement of her coronation date being set for the following year.

Not wanting a bunch of greedy and selfish nobles to ruin her special day, you decide to try and cheer her up.

“So, what would you have preferred for your birthday instead?” you ask with genuine interest.

At your question, Natasha leans back with a sigh, resting her hands behind her on the table.

"Honestly, I'd rather just spend the day training."

You chuckle in amusement, shaking your head.

"You train every day. Think of something else —something that you’ve always wanted to do."

Natasha tilts her head in thought, her face twisting with concentration before her eyes suddenly light up with excitement. She sits up straight and leans toward you with a mischievous smirk. 

“You could finally let me teach you how to fight with a sword.”

You roll your eyes and playfully shove her away. 

"I told you — no training."

She sighs in mock disappointment, “I should’ve just bought some wine with me when I left. At least that would make this day go by faster.”

At her comment, you pause as you remember Yelena’s passing mention of a flask of wine she had stashed in the kitchen, taken from her father’s collection.

Natasha watches you curiously when you stand and begin to rummage through the kitchen cabinets. 

You push aside ingredients and utensils, eventually spotting the wine flask tucked away on the top shelf.

Stretching your arm, you try to grab it, but even when you go on your tiptoes, your fingertips just barely graze the shelf’s bottom edge. 

Frustration and annoyance build up in you as you prepare for another attempt, but a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks, holding you in place.

Natasha’s face appears at your side, and she raises a knowing brow at you, a playful smirk on her lips. 

"As amusing as this is to watch, I feel like I need to intervene before you decide to start climbing,” she teases.

With effortless grace, Natasha reaches over your shoulder and smoothly retrieves the flask, a playful glint in her eye as she offers it to you.

You accept it with a pout. 

"I would've gotten it eventually." 

Natasha's smile widens as she looks at you fondly with a soft gaze. 

"I know."

As a result of her helpful action, Natasha's body is now positioned in front of you, enclosing you with your back against the counter as her face remains close to yours.

The only thing separating your bodies from touching is your hands holding the flask between you. 

When your eyes lock onto hers, the atmosphere around the two of you seems to suddenly shift, becoming charged with some sort of unknown tension.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you drop your gaze down to the flask as if studying it, unable to hold her gaze for some reason.

With a tiny exhale to calm the sudden beating in your chest, you meet her eyes again with a small smile and lift the wine to her in an offering gesture. 

“Come on, let's have a few drinks, and then we'll return to the party together,” you say in compromise. “Your mother put a lot of effort into organizing this celebration, you know.”

At your proposition of returning to the crowd of nobles, Natasha throws her head back and lets out a disgruntled groan.

You reach out and shake her shoulder reassuringly.

"It'll be fine, Natasha. I'll stay with you the entire time,” you promise.

Seeing Natasha consider your words, you press on, “Then tomorrow, we can head out to the lake for another celebration — whatever you want to do.” 

You roll your eyes playfully as you let out a resigned sigh, “I’ll even let you show me some of the basics of using a sword.”

Natasha chuckles at that, shaking her head with a hint of amusement in her expression, before finally giving you a nod in agreement.

“Alright,” she agrees.

“Great,” you say, sliding out from your position before grabbing two cups and making your way to the central table.

With your back turned to her, you ask her curiously.

“How did you even escape from your mother anyway?”

You hear Natasha relax back against the counter as she begins to recount how she evaded her mother's attention while you start to pour the wine into the cups.

“Yelena helped a bit…”

As Natasha continues to speak behind you, she remains unaware of your emotionless expression and glazed-over eyes.

In your other hand, you pour another liquid into the cup alongside the wine.

Her voice suddenly calls your name in a question, causing your consciousness to abruptly return to focus.

Wait, what were you holding? 

Pausing your current action, you try to examine the unknown vial, still half-filled in your hand and suspended above the cup, but your body refuses to move any further, frozen in place.

Your mouth opens, intending to call out to Natasha, who is currently waiting for your response, oblivious to your sudden panic. 

However, your eyes widen in shock when you hear your voice respond naturally to her question with words that were not your own.

When you feel your hand attempt to continue pouring, you struggle to resist the action, but it seems that you are no longer in control of your body.

Feeling hopeless that you're unable to stop the action completely, you concentrate on moving your hand away from the cup instead.

Your hand trembles as it moves slowly, until eventually, all you can do is watch in despair as the remaining contents of the vial spill into the second cup.

The vial is discreetly tucked away as you pick up the cups. You feel your face force on your usual smile as you turn to Natasha, concealing any signs of your inner turmoil.

“Happy Birthday, Natasha,” you hear your voice say as you offer the cup to her.

Your hand trembles slightly when she takes it with an appreciative smile and clinks her cup against yours. 

Unable to say or do anything, you watch helplessly as Natasha downs the entire contents of the cup, your inner voice screaming at her to stop, while your own hand raises your cup to your lips for a drink.

In the next moment, Natasha's cup slips from her fingers as she staggers back against the counter.

With little strength to support herself upright, Natasha collapses to her knees, a violent coughing fit seizing her entire body. 

At the sight of her in pain, you feel yourself finally regain control of your body. You throw aside your cup and rush to her side, calling her name in a panic.

"Natasha!” 

You cradle her head in your arms, your heart pounding worriedly as blood drips from her mouth, staining your hands as you hold her.

“Y/n…”

Her voice is faint, but her eyes still focus on you in her weakened state, her brows furrowing with concern as she reaches for your face.

“It's going to be okay...you're going to be okay," you repeat, unsure if you're reassuring her or yourself, your trembling hand gripping hers tightly.

Approaching footsteps catches your attention.

Looking up, you see Yelena and Kate come into the room, followed by Fanny, who draws nearer to the two of you, whimpering in concern. 

Their eyes widen in shock as they take in the scene in front of them.

"What happened!?" Yelena rushes to your side, taking Natasha carefully from your arms and checking on her.

Reluctantly, you let Yelena take your place, your chest tightening as you gaze at Natasha, unable to explain.

In the midst of her pain, Natasha struggles to push Yelena toward you, her voice strained. 

“...Y/n…help Y/n…”   

You are about to reprimand her for worrying about you when she's the one on the ground, but before you can, Kate turns your body to face her, her eyes widening with panic upon seeing your face.

"Oh my god, Y/n..." she reaches out to you, her expression filled with worry.

Confused at her reaction, you bring your hand to your mouth, feeling something drip down your chin. Pulling away, you find your fingers stained red with fresh blood.

Your blood.

That’s when your throat tightens, and you also begin to cough violently as more blood fills your mouth. 

Your vision blurs and spins while Kate and Yelena’s mouths move as if calling out to you, but their voices sound distant and muffled in your ears.

You feel your eyes close as your legs give way, and you collapse to the floor.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The following days passed by like a blur for you.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, uncertain whether you were awake or lost in your dreams. 

Your body remained persistently weak — even the simple act of breathing felt difficult at times. 

During this time, you occasionally catch faint whispers of familiar voices, mostly from Wanda and Pietro, but sometimes you believe you heard Kate and Yelena as well.

However, when you finally regained consciousness and opened your eyes, the person you saw was not one that you expected. 

Queen Melina sits in a chair beside your bed, her expression marked by a subtle frown as her gaze remains fixed on the wall, lost in her thoughts.

You attempt to call out to her, but your dry throat causes you to cough unexpectedly, capturing her attention. 

Realizing you’re awake, she reaches for a cup of water on the nightstand and assists you in sitting up so that you can drink. 

The water provided a soothing relief to your parched throat, allowing you to gradually find your voice again.

After placing the cup back on the nightstand, you manage to mutter a soft “thank you,” though your voice still sounds hoarse.

As you survey your surroundings, you realize that you are in your room, and a quick glance out of the window reveals that it is already late into the night, making the queen’s presence even more peculiar.

Curious, you clear your throat slightly before asking her, “I don’t mean to be rude, Your Majesty, but what are you doing here?”

Melina examines you closely, her eyes searching in consideration, before posing a question of her own. 

“Do you remember what happened?”

Her words prompt you to think as you try to recall your last memory. 

A sudden and sharp, stabbing pain in your mind causes your hand to instinctively clutch your head, and you shut your eyes tightly against the discomfort. 

Brief flashes of memories flicker before your eyes, eventually stopping at the most recent memory in your consciousness — Natasha on the ground, coughing up blood.

With a panicked start, your eyes shoot open, and you turn to the queen, your voice trembling.

"Natasha! How is she? Is she okay?"

Melina places her hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring touch. 

“Natasha is going to be fine. The physician says her body is still weak from the poison, but she will recover any day now.”

A wave of relief washes over you, glad to hear that Natasha is okay and safe.

Melina’s hand rests gently atop yours, bringing your attention back to her as she gives you a concerned look.

"Y/n, you were poisoned too," she reminds you, her tone somber as an atmosphere of unease surrounds her.

With a steadying breath, she speaks again.

"Your father returned shortly after receiving the news of your condition, and he discovered the culprit behind the poisoning."

A short pause follows as a flicker of hesitation crosses her face as if she’s contemplating her next words.

“It was your governess, Madam B,” she finally says.

A feeling of betrayal envelops you at her words, but something about the revelation feels wrong.

You shake your head in denial as you slowly piece together the memories of that night. 

“No, that can’t be right,” you say in disbelief, remembering how she had already left before you found Natasha.

“She’s already confessed to the crime,” Melina asserts, her expression watching you cautiously.

Your brows furrow in confusion as the memories become clearer. 

"No," you murmur, "It was just me and Natasha. I was pouring the wine, and then..." you trail off as you finally remember what you did.

“I added the poison,” you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of shock and horror. 

Your hands clench as you struggle to understand why you would do such a thing. You couldn't even recall how the vial of poison had come into your possession.

"Why did I...?" you question yourself, your voice barely audible as you grapple with the horrifying truth of your actions.

Apprehension and disappointment fill Melina’s expression when she realizes that you remembered your part in the troubling event. 

She covers your hands in a comforting gesture.

"Y/n, you need to understand that what happened was not your fault. If anything, I am partially responsible for what happened to you," she explains gently.

Confusion fills your face as you turn to her.

"What do you mean?"

A look of regret and guilt passes across her face, and she lets out a sigh. 

"Madam B admitted to using a forbidden method that I helped to create during the war to force you to perform those actions."

Horror grips you at the thought that you have been manipulated and controlled into harming Natasha. 

"How is that even possible?" you question.

Melina shakes her head, her eyes filled with understanding that you want to know more, but you know from your time working with her that the gesture means that she won’t elaborate further.

“What matters is that those actions were not your own, Y/n," she says before adding, "I know you’d never want to do anything like that to hurt Natasha.”

A chill runs down your spine as a dreadful realization settles in. 

“Can this happen to me again?” you ask, your voice filled with apprehension.

Melina hesitates, her expression grim and reluctant, as if she wished she could give you a different answer. 

"It's possible," she finally admits.

Your eyes widen in fear, and a sense of panic begins to swell within you, causing your heart to race and making it increasingly difficult to breathe. 

Her hand reaches over to rub a soothing and comforting pattern on your back, sensing your distress.

"But Madam B has already been apprehended and taken away by your father. She can't force you to do anything like this again,” she promises. 

She waits until your breathing calms down before continuing.

“Due to the methods used in this situation, your father and I agree it would be best to keep what happened concerning Madam B and you a secret to not cause any further panic. We’ll come up with another explanation for what happened to the two of you. Nobody will know what actually happened that night…"

You drown out the rest of her words, unable to focus anymore.

Despite her attempts to reassure you, the only thought that keeps lingering in your mind is the possibility of you hurting Natasha again.

On the following day, you make your way to the castle to visit Natasha who is still recovering in her room.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, you observe Natasha quietly. Her complexion seems to be slowly regaining its usual color, though her face is scrunched in discomfort while she sleeps as if she's having a bad dream.

Strands of her hair fall across her face when she moves her head, so you instinctively reach out to brush them aside. 

However, just as you’re about to touch her, your hand begins to tremble uncontrollably.

Your eyes widen in fear at the sight as panic rises in you, and you withdraw your hand immediately, clenching it into a fist against the bed. 

A haunting thought echoes in your mind.

You were the reason she was hurt. 

Feelings of guilt and shame fills your chest the longer you look at her, so you turn away, deciding to leave. As you move to rise from the bed, a hand falls weakly upon yours, gripping it gently.

When you look back at her face in surprise, you see Natasha's eyes are now opened slightly but not fully awake, as though she’s in a dreamlike daze. 

Even in that state, it seems as if her gaze is focused solely on you.

Her voice comes out in a whisper. 

“Stay.”

You pause at her request, contemplating whether or not that would be a mistake.

In the end, you decide to remain by her side, just until she drifts back to sleep.

Natasha’s expression is now peaceful and content as she rests, and your gaze drifts to your hand underneath hers in despair.

Turning your hand, you intertwine your fingers in hers and give her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

That was the last time you were close to Natasha for a while.

In the months that followed, you distanced yourself from the princess, too afraid of the possibility that you would lose control and hurt her again.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Present Day 

Your eyes snap open, the nightmare of that night once again jolting you awake.

Feeling slightly disoriented, you find yourself staring blankly at the ceiling of your room, trying to recall what happened. 

Memories of the attack at the cemetery and your subsequent reactions flood your thoughts. 

You let out a weary sigh as you rub your eyes in frustration.

It has been a while since you last experienced these kinds of panic attacks.

They initially started after that night whenever you have nightmares about the incident, but as months passed, they became less frequent, giving you the impression that you had them somewhat under control.

However, seeing Natasha being injured must have triggered it again after all this time.

You sit up suddenly at the thought, prepared to call out for Wanda to ask about Natasha’s condition when the sight of the princess in your room freezes you in your tracks.

Natasha was casually lounging in your desk chair, idly flipping through the pages of one of your books.

She looks up at your sudden movement, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you notice the bandages on her arm from where she had been cut. 

Apart from that, she appears relatively unscathed.

“You’re awake,” Natasha comments calmly. “That’s good. I was about to wake you up myself. Whatever you were dreaming about didn’t sound so nice.” 

Rising from your bed, your gaze drifts to the window where a gentle drizzle continues to fall from the dark night sky.

You make your way over to Natasha, stopping in front of her and examining the bandages on her arm carefully with a light touch.

"What are you still doing here?" you ask, wondering why she hasn't returned home yet. 

Natasha wears a serious expression as she stands, closing the book in her hand and placing it back on your desk.

"We need to talk about what happened."

A feeling of dread washes over you when you hear the reason for her lingering presence. You shake your head at her in refusal.

"Just leave it alone, Natasha. It was nothing."

“That was not nothing!”

Natasha's supposedly calm composure crumbles at your words, and you're taken aback by her upset tone, eyes widening slightly in surprise — she has never raised her voice at you like that before.

Natasha closes her eyes in frustration, taking a deep breath. When she opens them again, she fixes you with an intense and serious gaze. 

"Wanda told me that you've had panic attacks like this before. Many times."

Your lips twist at her words, recognizing that it would be difficult to convince her to drop the subject now that she knew.  

You don’t blame Wanda for telling Natasha. You knew how concerned she was for you, often being the one who wakes you from your nightmares in the dead of night and who stays to comfort you through your panic attacks.

When you don't deny it, Natasha’s shoulders drop defeatedly as her expression becomes regretful.

"I gave you space whenever you avoided me because I thought that was what you needed, especially after you almost died because of me." 

She runs her hand through her hair and sighs in frustration.

“But if I had known how much that night affected you like this, I never would've left you to go through that alone.”

You wrap your arms around yourself defensively. 

“I’m not your responsibility, Natasha. I can take care of myself,” you assert.

Natasha frowns at your words.

"I’m not saying you can’t,” she says, her voice gentle in understanding, “But you do have people who are willing to help you.” 

She reaches for your hands, and with a delicate touch, she unwinds them from your defensive position. Her thumbs trace a comforting pattern on the back of your hands. 

“You have me.”  

Natasha pauses for a moment, searching your eyes to make sure you understand her sincerity before continuing.

“And you shouldn't feel guilty about what happened that night either,” she adds.

You let out a disbelieving scoff in response, breaking eye contact and looking away.

But Natasha’s touch under your chin brings your gaze back to hers. Her eyes are filled with unwavering belief and trust.

“That was not your fault,” she insists firmly.

“That’s not true,” you counter with a sad look. “And you know it, Natasha.” 

Despite your father’s attempt to conceal your involvement in the incident, there's no way Natasha hadn’t figured out that you were the only one who could have possibly given her the poison.

Natasha stares at you for a moment before nodding her head.

“I know it was you,” Natasha acknowledges before continuing resolutely. “But I also know that the reason I’m still alive is thanks to you.”

When you give her a disbelieving look, she shakes your clasped hands meaningfully.

“I wouldn’t have survived if I had the complete dose of the poison,” Natasha points out, her tone emphasizing the significance of your action.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I did it,” you reply, your voice heavy with guilt.

“It matters when your actions were controlled by someone else!”

At your surprised expression, Natasha gestures toward the book on the desk which you now notice is one of the books from the queen about the Red Room.

“I had to learn about the Black Widow operations too, you know,” she explains.

“So you are not the one at fault here,” she says again, determined to make sure you believe it yourself. She brings your hands to her chest, holding them firmly.

You can feel the steady beat of her heart underneath your hand, reminding you that she’s alive and safe.

And she can continue to be safe if you’d just stay away from her.

“I’m not afraid of having you close to me, Y/n,” Natasha says, already deducing your fear.

You forgot how well she can read and understand you.

Pulling your hands away from hers and taking a step back, you cross your arms as the familiar feeling of uncertainty washes over you.

“What if it happens again? What if the next time it’s not just poison, and I end up just stabbing you to death?” you ask with genuine concern, your fear for her safety etched across your face.

Natasha meets your gaze with unwavering confidence.

“Then you'll stop yourself. You’re strong enough to break through. You’ve done it before,” she reminds you.

“Barely,” you scoff, doubting your capabilities, considering you couldn’t even stop your own hands from poisoning yourself.

“Then we’ll find a way to remove the control so that this won’t happen again,” Natasha reassures you, her voice filled with determination. “We can figure it out together.”

You pause in consideration of her offer. So far, your search for a cure has already hit so many dead ends.

Maybe it was time to try a different approach and accept some help from others instead of trying to figure out everything yourself.

You glance hesitantly at Natasha who is waiting patiently for your response.  

“Are you sure?” you finally ask her.

Natasha’s eyes soften, her gaze never leaving yours as a sure grin forms on her face.

“I trust you with my life, Y/n,” she says sincerely. “I always have.”

You observe her for a moment, seeing the seriousness in her gaze, before huffing lightly in disbelief at her faith in you. 

“You’re unbelievable, do you know that?” you say pushing her shoulder lightly while shaking your head. “I think you’re the only person in the world who would want to stay friends with their attempted murderer.”

Natasha catches your hand in hers, intertwining them together, a wry smile on her lips as she tilts her head at you and shrugs her shoulders playfully.

“I think I would be more worried if she wasn’t such a kind person. And, maybe if she actually learned how to use a sword,” Natasha remarks, raising a brow at you as her eyes glint with amusement. “You know I’m still waiting for you to fulfill your promise to me about that.”

You shake your head in disbelief, a light chuckle escaping your lips.

It's incredible how she always makes you feel like nothing is impossible when you're with her.

As you look back at her, a deep sense of gratitude washes over you for having her in your life.

That familiar tension that has been appearing between you two resurfaces again as you gaze into her eyes, and when Natasha tilts her head and smiles softly at you, you feel yourself unconsciously move closer to her as if in a trance.

A sudden roar of thunder rumbles outside as the rain intensifies again, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between the two of you and stopping you in your tracks.

Natasha turns to look out the window distractedly, giving you the chance to recover your composure.

You touch your slightly warm cheeks in thought as you stare at the side of her face with a confused feeling.

Were you about to lean in?

You lower your hand quickly and give Natasha a small smile when she turns back to you.

"I should head home," Natasha says.

You frown in disapproval, realizing that she was suggesting to leave during the pouring rain outside in the middle of the night.

Looking down at your hand, still clasped in hers, an idea comes to mind. Swinging your joint hands lightly in contemplation for a moment, you decide to give your suggestion.

“It’s too late for you to go back to the castle now, especially with the rain. Why don’t you stay here for the night?”

Natasha raises a brow at you, a teasing smirk forming on her lips as she tugs on your hand, which in turn draws you in closer to her.

“Y/n…,” she says your name slowly in a scandalous tone, “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?” 

Your face heats up at the suggestion, causing Natasha's smile to widen, confirming that a blush is now on your face.

“I-that’s not what I meant!” you stammer, your gaze shifting away from her playful eyes.

Natasha watches you fondly for a moment in amusement before pulling away with a chuckle. Releasing your hand, she gives you a grateful smile and turns to head for the door. 

“Thank you for the offer. I’ll check with Wanda to see which guest room I can use.”

As you watch her move to leave, you feel a lingering sense of anxiety in your chest as your mind is still rattled from the nightmare earlier.

Without thinking, you reach out and grab her hand again, the words slipping out before you can stop yourself.

“Could you stay with me?” you wince, embarrassed by how it sounded, “—not…not like that—just until I fall asleep.”

A sad sigh escapes your lips as you admit sheepishly, “I don't think I want to be alone at the moment.”

Natasha gives you an understanding look. She grips your hand firmly and leads you to your bed. Sitting down against the headboard, she pats the space next to her in invitation

“I’ll stay for as long as you need,” she says softly.

With a grateful smile, you settle down next to her in your bed. 

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say, closing your eyes.

“Good night, Y/n,” her voice whispers to you as you drift to sleep.

And you have to admit — it was one of the most peaceful rests you had in a long time, knowing Natasha was there beside you as a steady and protective presence.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

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Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion

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