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look-at-the-soul · 9 months ago

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Because of you

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

🎉 @runnning-outof-time I write this little fluffy piece for your celebration! Hope you like this! Congratulations on 4K followers, and also thank you for your kindness, your constant content -which I’m trying to catch up on-, and your little sweet and cheerful messages K! 💖 I’m particularly grateful for your presence in this fandom (the very first blog I remember following and following me back!)

Last but not least, thank you @justrainandcoffee for the absolutely beautiful moodboard!!!!!!! ♥️✨ It’s everything I imagined and even more ✨

A/N: Keep reading until the end, you’ll find a recipe in case this story makes you go hungry �� because in this blog we share photos and recipes, whatever you want 😉 I couldn’t help it but add the grandma element in this one (Grandma’s series) and a little baby fever 👀 @forbidden-forest-witch

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“Alright Polly, I’ll deal with the contracts tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, Ada should be sending you the papers.”

“Enjoy the rest of your holiday already, bye.” He added but didn’t hang up. He heard her laughing at the other end of the line. “For good, have some fucking rest.”

She was just like him, refused to take days off, now she was finally about to embark into a cruise around the Mediterranean.

“Are you home yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, just want to take a bath and go to sleep.” But that was so unlikely since both his children were home for the weekend.

“Give Y/N and the kids a kiss from me.” Polly requested and finally hung up.

Getting a phone call from an known number, Tommy decided he was done for the day, so pressing the red button, he walked into his apartment and immediately the voices coming from the kitchen caught his attention.

Genuine, loud laughs filled the hall and he recognized the unmistakable song in the background.

“I want the pink M&M’s!” Shouted Ruby.

“Why do you like everything that’s pink?” Charlie questioned as Tommy left his keys and wallet by the table.

“Because…” his daughter’s voice mumbled something he didn’t understand. “Y/N can you spin me around again, pleeeease?”

Tommy was about to interrupt the scene going on the kitchen, but he stopped midway as Y/N turned around and leaned forward, Ruby wrapped her arms and legs from behind while Y/N held her feet and slowly twirled around. Making his daughter giggle uncontrollably, her hair flowing.

“Okay now go back to your chair because you’re making the baby twirl inside too.” Y/N joked.

“I don’t know how you do it, when I was pregnant all I could was throw up. You need to take it easy.” Her mother asked in a worried tone.

“Mom I’m fine, besides the baby really wants a slice.” Then, looking at Charlie, she gasped. “Oh Charlie we don’t lick the spatula,” she told him in a calm tone, but it was too late he was done decorating his slice and now half his face was covered in chocolate, “well, what’s a few germs between friends huh?”

As the kids started giggling, she noticed Tommy standing by the door.

She was wearing a black tight dress that looked like a second skin on her, wrapping every curve perfectly and also showing his favorite new feature; the baby bump fully on display. Her hair free, wild long waves covered her back. A few bracelets hanging from her wrist, the Cartier watch he gave her for their first anniversary and her signature smile that took his breath away.

“I didn’t hear you,” wiping her hands with a cloth, she approached her husband. “Missed you.”

His hands wrapped around her back immediately as their lips connected. She tasted like cheesecake and strawberries.

“I missed you too.” He whispered and crunching down, he planted a kiss on her swollen belly. “How’s my little one, eh?”

“Starving and wriggling around.” Y/N answered as Tommy went for another kiss, this time on her lips.

“Eww, dad.” Charlie complained. Embarrassed by their affection.

Ignoring his son’s complain, he went to kiss Ruby on the cheek and then kissed Charlie as well, ruffling his blonde hair in the process.

“Hello Lisa, how are you doing?”

“Trying to make Y/N sit, but she won’t listen to me.” His mother in law welcomed him with a hug.

“Yeah, I deal with that on a daily basis.” He winked at her playfully.

“Hello? I’m standing right here!” Y/N waved at them.

“Oh!” Tommy made an innocent face. “Right, well I didn’t say anything.”

Ruby laughed. “Look Dad! Y/N had some crampings and we made a cheesecake!”

“I think she means cravings right?” He asked Y/N in a low voice, making his wife smile. “We? Are you sure you baked that?”

“Weeeeell Y/N and grandma baked it, but we decorated it!” She defended.

“And we made all slices with different topings.” Added Charlie.

Tommy’s heart melted as he heard his daughter call Y/N’s mother grandma, she and Polly were the closest his kids had.

He had lost his mother a long time ago, but once Y/N stepped into his life everything changed. Lonely nights were filled with love, long and deep talks. Actually, thanks to her, Tommy started to spend quality time with his children; Charlie and Ruby, driving them or picking them up from school, arranging plans on the weekends, even taking them both on holidays.

And Lisa welcomed not only him into her family lovingly, but both his kids as if they were her biological grandchildren.

“So which one is for me?” He asked after clearing his throat, he tried to hide his emotions, but Y/N could read him like an open book and a moment later he felt her hand on his back and her head on his shoulder. “These all look great.”

He spied on the slices with several options.

“Y/N said chocolate marble is your favorite.” Ruby gave him a serious stare.

“That’s about right.” He nodded profusely in her direction, then looking at his mother in law, he asked her; “I hope they didn’t give you loads of work.”

“None of that, they’re amazing kids.” Lisa beamed.

A groan came from the fridge, Tommy went immediately after Y/N worried.

“What is it?”

“We were going to put the pizza in the oven, but I can’t stand the smell.” She made a face.

Tommy decided to check the food, it had been in the freezer but it might be bad.

“This doesn’t smell, Y/N.”

“I just don’t want pizza anymore.” She pouted.

And in that very same moment, Tommy understood this was one of those mood swings caused by the pregnancy. A careful smile spread on his lips as his hands caressed her bump gently.

“Okay, so what do you want for dinner instead?”

By the corner of his eye, he saw his mother in law trying to suppress a giggle, luckily the children were busy with the cheesecake.

“We want tacos.” Y/N batted her eyelashes as she ran one of her hands over her stomach.

“Alright everybody,” he clapped his hands and looked at Charlie and Ruby, “go wash your hands then you’re going to help me prepare some tacos.”

“Yay!”

“Delish.” Ruby shouted and went into the bathroom.

“You’re staying with us right?” He asked Y/N’s mother.

She nodded and felt grateful when Tommy convinced her daughter to go and relax into the living room while they worked on the food.

“Last week she woke me up in the middle of the night because she wanted fried mozzarella sticks with mayonnaise.”

Y/N’s mother laughed as the kids joined them again.

“This is insane, I don’t know how you keep up with all of that.”

“I was worried about her health and the baby of course, but the doctor mentioned everything is perfect, baby is healthy… perhaps it’s the fact that she’s still doing exercise.”

“When I was pregnant I was sick all the time. She didn’t like anything of food I got.”

Tommy seemed to think about it as he started seasoning the beef.

“Actually Y/N felt like that for a few days after we found out, but then she started to eat pretty much everything, everywhere.” He chuckled. “Thankfully it’s been an easy pregnancy so far.”

He had actually been able to live this pregnancy to the fullest, joining Y/N for the doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormonal days, everything, something he didn’t have the chance to do with Charlie and Ruby.

He was enjoying every little change in Y/N’s body, the first time he felt a little kick, he cried actually, touched by the thought of his baby growing inside the woman he loved. They actually wanted to keep the gender a surprise until the baby arrives, it had been a challenge at times, but it was fun.

“Dad where’s the onion?” Ruby showed him the open fridge.

“Oh no, no… can we not add onions please?” Y/N joined them with a wrinkled nose.

“Two days ago you ate a full portion of fried onions, love.”

“This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “wanted onions, not me.”

“Isn’t it the same?” Charlie asked confused.

But Tommy knew better. “No onions then, I’ll start the grill with something else.” He added wanting to please her in every little detail.

As the kids helped Y/N’s mother to wash the avocados, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket.

Y/N stared at his back, wide with broad, toned shoulders covered by a perfectly fitted shirt. She loved to see him wearing daily a three piece suit in a world full of oversized t-shirts and pants.

But when he started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, she lost it completely.

The sight of him was mouthwatering.

And as Tommy turned around, he caught her staring at her, the fire in her eyes could turn him on in a second.

“Behave, Y/N.” He whispered, disguising his words with a kiss on her hair. “Perhaps we’ll need a babysitter over the weekend?”

He chuckled at the way she nodded eagerly.

“My, my… what would your brothers say if they saw you wearing an apron and cooking?” Y/N’s mother joked, making everyone laugh by her sincerity.

“This is a secret we’ll have to keep, alright.” Tommy winked before checking the steak, he then asked Ruby to -carefully- and under his supervision to add cheese to the tortillas. “Chef Shelby only cooks for very very special people.” He added throwing a kiss to the air.

As Charlie brought the plates over the counter, he started slicing the meat and the explosion of flavors in the kitchen started to smell incredibly good.

Y/N’s mother was in charge of the different sauces, it was a usual now in their fridge as Y/N craved tortilla chips with sauce most of the time.

“Wow… this is Instagram worth it.” Y/N admitted taking a looking over Charlie’s shoulder. As the kid grinned at her, he made sure to serve a tortilla in each plate, to then hand it to his father so he could add the carne asada.

“What a beautiful family.” Y/N’s mother admitted, touched by the way Ruby was caressing Y/N’s stomach, Charlie helping with her food and Tommy looking after all of them.

Leaving the spoon, Tommy wrapped an arm around his loved ones while extending his free hand towards his mother in law.

“What are you doing there? You’re part of this too.”

After they were all released from the tightest hug, it was time to finally enjoy some tacos.

“Now shoo,” Tommy ushered Y/N out of the kitchen to arrange the food.

Gathering a tray, he placed the bowl with the guacamole and around all the tacos he just prepared. Leaving a small space for the sauces.

“Oh my God! This is so good!” Y/N admitted loudly after her first taco bite.

“Dad why does Y/N can eat before all of us?” Ruby asked innocently, confused because she was always told to wait until everyone were ready.

Tommy chuckled while Y/N apologized for not waiting the rest of the family.

“We don’t want to upset the baby, Rube. Right mama?”

Y/N nodded, her mouth was watering at the sight of the rest of the food. “That taco was for the baby, the next one is for me.”

After the kids took their place, Y/N’s mother offered a hand to each kid, seated each by her side. “Now what are we grateful for?”

“For this moment.” Tommy took the lead, feeling ever so grateful to have his loved ones in that room.

“For the cheesecake we’ll eat after dinner.” Charlie grinned.

“For this baby, and for each one of you.” Y/N’s words were followed by a smile.

“For my grand son or daughter!” Her mother joined the joy.

“For my little sister or brother.” Ruby added lastly.

“Now…” Tommy interrupted their hands mind-air as they were all after the delicious food on the table. “There’s something else I’m thankful for, tomorrow morning, we’ve to get up early because,” he was then interrupting by a chorus of groans and a pout from Y/N, “nevertheless… we’re going to visit a couple of houses to move in as soon as possible.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

“Love, this baby is coming very soon, we’ll need a bigger place than this apartment, I was thinking of a room for each,” he looked over at both children, “a nursery for the baby and of course a guest bedroom so you don’t have to share Ruby’s bed anymore.” He added looking at his mother in law.

“Oh Tommy!” Y/N’s eyes swelled with gratitude.

“I’ve narrowed the search to five properties so you’ll get to make the final decision.” He explained then.

“A house! Tommy a house!” Y/N couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“With a garden.” He encouraged.

“Can we have a pool?” Charlie asked.

“I want a doll house!”

“Whatever you want.” Tommy added, winking in Y/N’s direction. “Can we eat now?”

As the kids stormed to get their tacos, Y/N took his hand. A growing smile on her lips.

“You never said anything.” Her eyes sparkled.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m so happy because of you.” Her sincerity wasn’t just in her words, but in her eyes as well.

And deep down, Tommy couldn’t believe that thanks to her, he was able to find stability, loyalty, freedom, love, a family, someone who helped him every day to be a better person.

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utilitycaster · 7 months ago

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Sorry for the rant. I think the fact that they didn't wait until after the Candela finale was a missed opportunity that would have felt less, jarring 1. they could breathe and RP for a session after coming back from the moon reconnaissance mission (this is also considering that whether or not Matt made the party fight Otohan and have a PC death) Matt could have told them to end that particular session at Keyleth's camp and even tell Liam to wait and call Dorian at the end, and then have the party switch. it's also so strange to split the session in two for whatever reason

2. having the party switch after Candela would allow for a good window of time for the Crown keeper to do what they need to in case they can't reach a good point to return to BH in 2 hours, maybe a session and a half at most

3. assuming Dorian, and maybe others with him, come back to the group after whatever this intermission is done, i think it would be hard for them to split the attention between Keyleth encampment and debriefing - mourning FCG - guest players in a way that wont feel like it makes a disservice to another one of these topics (focusing on Guests and FCG's death could make it so the debriefing for the mission they spent 10+ episodes on feels lackluster, and vis versa)

As someone else said, it feels like they are giving us a palate cleanser as i was halfway through a good meal, but also they gave us another meal and after two bites they took it away so i could finish it in two weeks

there is also this limbo feeling of that we are getting late to the airport (freeing Predathos) but also we are taking a stop for sightseeing, and snacks, and bathroom and- it's like they are trying to convince us that "there is an urgency and we have to get there now now, but also nevermind that, lets catch up with these other characters for a bit"

It's just an ODD choice no matter how you look at it

So the urgency doesn't bother me. This was a weird thing in the fandom during the Solstice Split too (god i blocked so many people for constantly shrieking ARE THE OTHERS DEAD in the main tag every week, like no they are fine, they are narratively on pause) but like. Time is frozen for Bells Hells right now. We are following another group. We are not going to get snacks; we are looking in on what other people are doing, concurrently with this campaign. Indeed, that's not a bad idea. In a good campaign, there is this sense that the rest of the world exists and is doing things as you go about your own business - you are heroes of the story but you're not the only people who matter or do things.

It really is like. In some fantasy in which I were personally asked "hey, we want to do this thing where the Crown Keepers show up midway through the episode, and we follow them for that half an episode and then the beginning of the next episode, where would you put this?" I would, to be honest, say "maybe just do it as a standalone episode itself" but if I had to it would just be, again, Not Now. Cutting away while the party is on the moon! Cutting away while they're headed to the moon! Cutting away a week from now! Cutting away just before the Otohan fight! Hell, I even think that while I would have initially been far more annoyed if we started the episode and it was the Crown Keepers the whole way through this week, it would feel more coherent. But like, on a list of 20 places to insert the Crown Keepers scene, "halfway through an episode following a particularly dramatic and tragic character death" would be 21st.

(I also do want to push back against the idea that Sam needs more time and so this is why; you could just. run more episodes without him. Travis voluntarily sat out of almost 5 episodes. It took 2 episodes for Caduceus to show up. Team Wildemount had more episodes than Team Issylra. It is literally fine if he misses a few more episodes.)

#cr spoilers

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eveningspringbreeze · 6 months ago

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Double Face TRIP Campaign MC Minitalks

Nebula

Madara: “Hello, everyoooone! It’s me, Mikejima Madara!”

Kohaku: “An’ it’s me, Oukawa Kohaku. Our biggest thanks ta everyone attendin’ our celebratory live for Double Face’s album release.”

“Our first song today is our brand new song for the album, Nebula.”

“This live here’s our first time ever performin’ this on stage. Did everyone like it?”

Madara: “...Thank you so much for the huge applause! Kohaku-san and I rehearsed up 'till the very last minute ☆”

Kohaku: “Hey, don’t go yappin’ bout that. We looked so cool till ya said that.”

”Givin’ insider info ruins that, yanno. Anyways, just the thought o’ our very own independent live really fired me up.”

Madara: “Everyone, we’d love for you to stay glued to the culmination of Double Face…♪”

“Alright. Looks like all preparations are done. Let’s bring in the next song!”

“We'll be continuing with =EYE=! Sear the sight of our performance into your eyes.”

=EYE=

Madara: “ —And that was =EYE=! We don’t stop! Let’s keep revving up the live!”

Kohaku: “Madara-han, yer even more hyped than when we rehearsed, eh? Make sure ya take care to not run outta fuel and collapse midway through.”

“Though, seein’ everyone in the audience is excitin' me too.”

“=EYE= was our very first song from when we started workin’ as Double Face. Our first step, so to speak.”

“I love all of our songs, an’ while I wouldn’t be able to rank any as better or worse than the other, this one truly feels special.”

“I’m really happy to be able ta perform it once again in front of everyone, now that we’ve grown so much alongside Double Face.”

“...Hey, Madara-han, why are you listenin’ so intently? Don’t just humor me, where's the witty commentary?"

Madara: “Hahaha! Witty commentary, huh? Well, there’s some parts I definitely want to talk about—”

“But let’s leave that for later. First and foremost, I want everyone to hear the next song— CROSS SHINE!”

CROSS SHINE

Madara: “Did everyone enjoy CROSS SHINE? I’d like to reintroduce myself here.”

“My name is Mikejima Madara. Normally, I’m active as the solo unit MaM—”

“And when I team with Kohaku-san, I take on Double Face’s name.”

“...Just a bit ago, Kohaku-san was talking about his experiences starting out with Double Face, right?”

“I’ve aaalways worked alone by myself. It’s simply what I thought fit me the most—”

“To think we’d release an album, and then even a celebratory live. I never imagined we’d be able to get this far.”

“All of this is thanks to the people that needed us, every one of you that supports us.”

“Truly, thank you so much.”

“Haha! Our live’s just starting, but the atmosphere feels so solemn now.”

“Next up will be No name yet. These buds that have finally started to blossom— may they reach you.”

No name yet

Kohaku: “And that was No name yet. Did our feelings reach you?”

Madara: “How about reintroducing yourself here, Kohaku-san?”

Kohaku: “Oh yeah, didn’t ya do that earlier? Everyone already knows, so to sum it briefly–”

“I am Crazy:B’s Oukawa Kohaku. When I'm workin’ with Madara-han, we make up Double Face.”

“Around the time No name yet first released, we were a real mess behind the scenes.”

Madara: “Hahaha! It feels like we’re always a real mess whenever something happens!”

“That time was quite hectic. Kohaku-san even ended up punching and kicking me!”

Kohaku: “I did not kick ya. I simply gave yer abdomen a good blow ‘cause ya kept doin’ whatever ya wanted, that’s it.”

Madara: “Ah right, it went like that. How nostalgic……☆”

“We pray no more once on shore or whatever (*), but when I think back to everything, I realize just how many good memories have piled up.”

“You can’t predict the future. That's exactly why it’s important to enjoy the present, right?”

“And so, our next song will be HELLO, NEW YEAR! Let’s welcome it with our special guests ☆”

(*) Madara uses half of the proverb 喉元過ぎれば熱さを忘れる (one forgets the heat once it’s past the throat), which afaik has multiple equivalences (I used “once on shore, we pray no more”). Basically means once you’re past something difficult the initial suffering doesn’t matter to you anymore.

HELLO, NEW YEAR!

Madara: “That concludes HELLO, NEW YEAR! Now it’s time for introductions! Please welcome our special guests: Arashi-san, Tsumugi-san, and Natsume-san!”

Arashi: “Hello! How was our performance?”

Tsumugi: “Thank you so much for having us as your guests. We had fun performing.”

Natsume: “Farewell, everyoNE. Make sure to enjoy the live to your heart’s contENT…♪”

Madara: “You three, thank you for heating up the live with us…☆”

“Earlier, the topic had turned quite somber. Now, I want to talk about something brighter.”

“During the MV production, I painted several pieces. The final painting, a floral piece, took a hefty amount of time to finish.”

“It took me about a week to finally be satisfied with it.”

“Accomplished yet fatigued, I ended up dozing off while I waited for the staff. Seems like that’s when Arashi-san whipped out her phone…”

“And just like that, it was used in the MV. Oh dear, how embarrassing ☆”

“Our next song will be Bye-Bye Buddy! Let’s start the infiltration mission……☆”

Bye-Bye Buddy

Madara: “And that was Double Face’s Bye-Bye Buddy!”

Kohaku: “Earlier, ya mentioned how shootin’ yer MV was a lotta work.”

“But this MV ended up bein' just as much hard work, no?”

Madara: “Haha, MV shoots always end up being really fun and exciting. Because I tackle them with everything I’ve got, it’s never felt laborious to me.”

“Still, that scene where I had to drop the gun might have been just a little tough.”

Kohaku: “Hey, at least there’s no way they’d ever actually shoot ya, right?”

“That scene alone took up at least half the day though, didn’t it?”

Madara: “Yep! I have nothing but gratitude towards the staff for persevering with me, as well as Kohaku-san for waiting for his turn so patiently.”

Kohaku: “It took a lotta time ta make Bye-Bye Buddy’s MV, so it’s a rather elaborate one as well. I’d be happy if everyone would watch it over an’ over.”

Madara: “Well then… Next up will finally be our last mission.”

“Kimi Shirushi Be Ambitious!!, and then Stippling! Please listen to these next two songs!”

Final

Kohaku: “That was Stippling! With this, our mission's complete.”

Madara: “To all of you in the audience! Did everyone enjoy Double Face’s solo live?”

Kohaku: “...Kokoko ♪ Thank ya kindly for the wonderful cheers an’ applause. I’ve also had a blast, I’m completely satisfied.”

Madara: “I'd loved to have enjoyed this a bit longer, but it’s about time we part ways.”

“Until our next order. Let’s meet again!”

Encore

Madara: “Everyone! Thank you for calling for the emergency mission-- an encore!”

Kohaku: “Thanks to Madara-han’s cool sendoff earlier, it feels just a tad embarrassin’ steppin’ here again, though.”

“Givin’ us an encore made me really happy. Thank you so much, everyone ♪”

Madara: “Last up’s gotta be this song! Let’s sing this one together! Double Face’s—”

Madara and Kohaku: “BRAND NEW STARS!!”

Epilogue

Kohaku: Thank you for the encore! This will be the real ending to Double Face’s solo live.”

“...I had fun all the way from the bottom o’ my heart. Thank you, Madara-han.”

Madara: “Same to you, Kohaku-san. Thank you for running alongside me, buddy ♪”

“I’ll pray for the day we’ll get to you see all of you again! This was Double Face’s Mikejima Madara—”

Kohaku: “An’ Double Face’s Oukawa Kohaku! Well then~ ♪”

Madara: “Bye-byeeeeeeee…..☆”

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Shakes fist... I'm struggling to find the minitalk post-campaign and don't have the JP text so just know that this isn't proofread

#translation #ensemble stars translation #double face translation

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years ago

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BOB SAGINOWSKI x FEMALE OC

Warnings ⚠️ smut

NO minors!

Part I

Part II

Part III:

Bob was feeling guilty. An emotion he was all too familiar with. He had kissed Jocelyn, and by doing so, he had done two things. First, he had betrayed his vows as a priest. And second, he had hurt Jocelyn by running away. He had no idea how'd he repent for either transgression.

Feeling absolutely miserable, Bob still had to fulfill his priestly duties. This week, he needed to attend his theology studies, help clean the dormitory he shared with other junior priests, and assist with the community's St. Patty's day fair. Part of the proceeds went to St. Mary's, the church Bob served.

It was a chilly Friday afternoon as Bob pounded nails into a wooden structure that would eventually be the ticket booth at the entrance to the fairgrounds. He spent three hours helping with odds and ends with the completion of the fair set up and then went over to his cousin's house for a late lunch.

His cousin, Bridget, was originally from Ireland. Bob's aunt had gone over to the emerald isle in the eighties and had married an Irishmen. Bridget had only recently moved to the states, but had visited her American side of the family often as a child.

Bridget was five foot tall with burning red ember hair. Although she was small she was fairly intimidating. She was a hardcore Catholic, yet she liked to drink and had a mouth of a sailor.

"What the feck are you doin' here so late? I almost gave yer food to the dog," Bridget said, slamming a plate of food in front of Bob.

"Sorry, I got behind with errands," Bob said, picking up his fork and digging into the Sheppard pie before him.

"Well, yer gonna have to eat alone. I'm going out, have meself that weird green beer you strange people drink," she said, grabbing her coat from the coat rack by the door.

Bob nodded and waved goodbye as Bridget left the house. Half way through his meal a light knocking interrupted his lunch. He paused, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knocking persisted and then her heard a female's voice say, "Bridget! Come on, let me in! It's Jocelyn."

Bob stopped midway between plate and mouth with his fork. He sighed heavily. Bridget and Jocelyn had been close. Even though Bridget would only come for a few weeks during the summer, they were good friends.

Jocelyn continued pounding on the door until Bob opened it.

"She left about fifteen minutes ago," Bob said, as he stood in the doorway.

Jocelyn looked surprised to see him. Then her surprise turned to annoyance. "Well, that's fucking great! I took a cab to get here and she was supposed to give me a ride home after. My phone is dead, can you call her?"

She pushed her way inside as a cold breeze swept by the house. Bob closed the door behind her and tried calling Bridget. The phone rang until it went to voice mail.

"She isn't picking up, I told her to call back," Bob said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. They stood in the kitchen in awkward silence. When they tried to speak, they did so at the same time.

"Sorry, you go," Bob said.

"No, it's fine. Go ahead," she said.

"Okay. The other day...I wanted to tell you..." he started to say, but she cut him off.

"No, let's not do this," she said.

"What? No, I need to explain that I do care for..." he tried to say, but she shook her head.

"Would you just stop? Look, nothing is going to change. You're a priest. I get it. I'll fucking deal with it, okay? So, let's just move on," she said, bitterly.

Again silence hung over them, albeit heavier than before. But Bob couldn't take it. He walked over, closing the gap between them.

"Jocelyn, I need you to know you are important to me. Your friendship is important to me," he said, trying to get her to look him in the eye.

"Oh, shut up, Bob! I want more than just friendship! I know you do too, why else would you kiss me the other day?"

"Fine! I do want more. But I made a vow to God! I can't just break them," he said, helplessly.

"Yes, you fucking can! It's all made up, Bob! How come other holy men in other religions can have a wife? Huh? I don't mean a damn thing to you. Your ridiculous beliefs are more important than me!"

Bob couldn't reply to that. He couldn't really explain why Catholic priests chose celibacy while other holy men could marry and lead lives.

He pulled out the kitchen chair he had been sitting in and sat down heavily. He placed his face in both hands and exhaled sharply. Why was everything so hard? Why was it so confusing and painful? And he was alone, all alone.

He suddenly felt Jocelyn place a hand on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Bob. Just forget it, okay? I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm a bad priest. And I'm not even that great of a person," Bob said, laughing without mirth.

"That's such bullshit and you know it. Well, maybe a shit priest, but I think you're a pretty awesome guy," she said, teasingly smacking his arm.

Bob smiled, feeling strangely better. He always seemed to feel better when he was around Jocelyn.

"Thanks, I guess," he said, standing up. "Do you want me to call Bridget again? Or I can just drive you home?"

"Yeah, just take me home. If I go chasing after Bridget, I'll drink too much and I might bring home some random guy. I have been so horny lately, I can't see straight," she said, walking towards the door. She glanced back and shrugged. "Sorry. I mean, how you stay celibate is beyond me."

"It's beyond me too, let's just go already," Bob mumbled, not happy that Jocelyn was sleeping with other men.

"Are you jealous?" she said, poking him in the ribs as he shrugged on his coat.

"No...well, yeah," he said, fishing his car keys out of his coat pocket.

"Good. If you're suffering, that makes my suffering less miserable." she said, yanking the keys out of his hand. "I'll drive, thanks."

"You're suffering?" Bob said incredulously.

"Believe me, Bob, every day that passes where I don't get to be with you...I'm suffering," she said and opened the door, stepping out into the cold spring evening.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #bob saginowski #au fanfiction

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movedto-bunny-lovers · 1 year ago

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📞 for Rumi and Keigo both! :]

-@huggsbury

Hope you & your f/os have a wonderful weekend & thank you for the ask! 😊💛 @2022riddler @shirogane-oushirou @mahitoslittlebird @hades-beloved @jedelx @itfitsitshipsart @eid0lons

Keigo/Hawks

Band-aid 🩹 - If there was one thing about your f/o that you'd want people to understand, what would it be?

Keigo is actually smart & he's also optimistic!

Balloon 🎈 - Does your f/o celebrate their birthday? Additionally, does your s/i or yourself celebrate yours? If so, what's the special day looking like?

Yes & yes! It depends on what we want to do for one of our birthday. For me, every birthday of mine, I always want to to the mall & have lunch at a restaurant.

Microphone 🎤 - Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

He does sing well. As for crafts, he's very good at them. My favorite thing about Keigo's crafts is when he makes something of using his crimson feathers.

Phone 📞 - If you and your f/o have cellphones of any kind, what's their contact name in your phone, and what's theirs for you?

Keigo's contact name in my phone is: Keigo Keigo's phone contact name for me is: Dove

Dance 💃 - Can you or your f/o dance?

Yes, we both can dance!

Romance 🌹 - What's the most romantic thing your f/o? Furthermore, what's the most romantic thing you have done for your f/o?

Keigo & I were watching a romantic movie & he fell asleep midway into the movie while I continued watching it. The 2nd half turned out to be quite emotional. Near the end I started crying softly. He woke up to my tears and immediately wrapped his arms around me to sooth me. He asked if it was the movie and I nodded. The next morning when I woke up, he was eating breakfast in front of the TV. It was the movie from the night before. I asked him why he's watching it. He gave me a sweet, sincere look and said, "I wanted to see what made you cry."

The most romantic thing I've done for Keigo was when he had a rough day & I simply put his head on my lap & petted his head & gently scratched him until he fell asleep.

Bed 🛏️ - Where does your f/o like to sleep? Are they conventional with a good schedule, or do they find damp corners to call their bed?

He likes to sleep on the left side of the bed. Yes, he has a good schedule for bedtime

Crystal Ball 🔮 - Is your f/o superstitious? Do they believe in the paranormal? If so, what kind of stuff do they believe in/fear?

No & no!

Feather 🪶 - If you and your f/o were animals, which animals would you be and why?

I would be a cat, 'cause I'm a cat person & an introvert.

Smile ☺️ - What about your f/o makes you smile every single time? Furthermore, what's something you do that makes your f/o smile every time?

How Keigo is sweet & caring is what make me smile every single time.

It's when Keigo sees me smile & he also love when I bake anything that is chocolate.

Rumi/Mirko

Band-aid 🩹 - If there was one thing about your f/o that you'd want people to understand, what would it be?

Rumi isn't tough when she's not in hero mode. She's clumsy but also a softie.

Microphone 🎤 - Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

Yes, she does sing very well. She's okay with crafts & she made DIY clay bunny bowls. I thought those were so cute!

Phone 📞 - If you and your f/o have cellphones of any kind, what's their contact name in your phone, and what's theirs for you?

Rumi's contact name in my phone is: 🐇Rumi🐇 My contact name in her phone is: Rebecca ❤

Dance 💃 - Can you or your f/o dance?

Yes, we both can dance!

Romance 🌹 - What's the most romantic thing your f/o? Furthermore, what's the most romantic thing you have done for your f/o?

Rumi surprised me when she baked one of my favorite chocolate desserts for the first time. It was delicious!

It was when I cooked one of her favorite meals for dinner for the first time. I thought it wouldn't turned out okay but Rumi told it turned out very well & she loved it!

Bed 🛏️ - Where does your f/o like to sleep? Are they conventional with a good schedule, or do they find damp corners to call their bed?

She likes to sleep on the left side of the bed. Yes, she has a good schedule for bedtime.

Crystal Ball 🔮 - Is your f/o superstitious? Do they believe in the paranormal? If so, what kind of stuff do they believe in/fear?

No & no!

Sick 🤒 - Your f/o is sick in bed, what do you do?

I check her temperature, make her soup & give her a glass of water.

Feather 🪶 - If you and your f/o were animals, which animals would you be and why?

I would be a cat, 'cause I'm a cat person & an introvert.

Smile ☺️ - What about your f/o makes you smile every single time? Furthermore, what's something you do that makes your f/o smile every time?

Definitely her looks & her smile! I also love how tough & strong she is!

She loves when I cook anything healthy for her & I. She also love how I'm kind to people.

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membermentmania · 3 months ago

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August 20th, 12:00-12:33am

When it ended, Clyde let out a dramatic sigh. Tweek went to ask what was wrong but Craig pinched his side. He whipped around to give him a look, but Tolkien had already asked the simple question.

“I love Buffy so much,” he lamented.

“Like, the character or the show in general?”

“OH MY GOD! WAIT. WAS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME WATCHING IT?” Tolkien and Craig both let out a dramatic groan.

“Yes?”

“Did you like it?”

“Say no,” Craig begged quietly.

“I thought it was cool.”

“It’s more than cool! Okay, so like, it’s in monster of the week format.” Tweek nodded. “And basically we just follow Buffy doing cool shit. And she’s, like, so cool. Like, we’re still early in, but she’s already had so much character development and the vampires are actually kinda disturbing in this and not just, like, hot immortals.” Tweek gave him a slow nod of comprehension. “BUT MY PROBLEM LIES WITH XANDER.” There was another dramatic groan from the two.

“What’s wrong with him?” Tweek asked, giving Clyde more fuel to work with.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. He’s the fucking worst!” Tweek tilted his head slightly. “He’s so flat. Like, I feel like all he does is whine, like, 70 percent of the time. Which is saying so much coming from me!”

Tweek laughed. “Mhm.”

“Like, we’re only midway through season three, but I just can’t find him likable. And I tried, Tweek. I really tried.” He shook his head. “I fucking hate him.” More laughs were bubbling out of Tweek at this point as he continued on. Tweek let him go nearly uninterrupted for a good thirty minutes before Clyde’s everchanging rant ended. “All in all though, that leads me to my final question.”

two who did not even try to participate in this conversation. Tweek figured they’d heard this throughout all three seasons. “Yes?” he asked with a snicker.

“You like me, right? Like, we’re bros?”

“Of course.”

“If you randomly got turned into a vampire, would you turn me into one?”

Tweek made a face. “Is that, like, something you would want?”

“YES!”

He laughed. “Well, if it was what you wanted, I don't see why not.”

“SEE!” He yelled, gesturing wildly at Tweek. “At least SOMEONE understands me!” Craig flipped him off and Tolkien followed suit, doing the same. A small laugh bubbled out of Clyde. “Okay, okay. I’m done.”

“Anyways,” Craig said. “Did you guys know Cartman’s back?”

“WHAT?!” the two responded in unison. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU LET ME GO ON THAT LONG OF A TANGENT WHEN YOU WERE JUST SITTING ON THAT INFORMATION?!” Clyde yelled.

“Didn’t know you were so invested in his whereabouts,” Craig noted with a laugh.

“I am! Where is he back! What the hell, Craigory!” Tweek bit back a laugh, imagining the earned glare from the nickname.

“Denver. He works at the aquarium.”

“How the hell did he wind up there?” Tolkien asked, genuinely taken aback.

“Turns out he got a degree in zookeeping. Started working there a few weeks ago. I just found him, like, the other day.”

“No shit,” Clyde muttered.

“How is he?”

“He seems… happy? Or whatever his approximation to that would be.”

“We have to go visit him!” Clyde demanded.

“He’s coming here, actually.”

“When?!”

“Sometime tomorrow. Or maybe late tonight. Not exactly sure. He said he’d call me when he got in.”

“Okay, sweet.”

The group carried on for a bit longer. It was getting late though. “So Tweek, you’re leaving tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he responded, trying to keep the way too painful thoughts at bay. This was the hard part. Saying goodbye was always the hard part. He tried not to think about the hardest part.

“When are you coming back?” Clyde asked. Craig’s arm around him tightened the tiniest bit.

“Eventually,” he responded with a sad smile.

Clyde let out a small hum. “Just don’t stay gone too long, yeah?”

“I won’t.”

Tweek stood and gave Tolkien a half hug goodbye. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“You too, Tweek.”

The moment Tweek let go, Clyde ripped him into a bone crushing hug. “It was so good to meet you, bro. I hope I see you soon!”

“It’s always good to meet you too, Clyde,” he responded, hugging him back tightly. “I can’t wait to see you again. Take care of yourself.” He leaned in a bit to whisper. “Take care of Craig while I’m gone too, okay?”

He pulled back, beaming at Tweek. “Always will.”

Tweek smiled. They would all take care of each other. They’d be okay. “Goodnight guys. I’ll see you later.”

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regenderate-fic · 2 years ago

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When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 5

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Dan came by the next week. Yaz hadn’t worked with him in a few years, but they’d stayed friends all this time— they’d seen each other through enough drama, and by now Yaz trusted Dan more than just about anyone in the universe, with the possible exception of Rose. He’d been saying for weeks he was going to stop by as soon as Bad Wolf opened, but of course, he was also a full-time tattoo artist, and fairly popular at that: he didn’t exactly have the time to go around looking at other people’s studios. Even if it was Yaz.

When he finally did show up, Yaz was in her studio with a client, midway through tattooing a set of mushrooms on their shoulderblade. She heard his voice in the waiting area, and then Amy’s in response, and she smiled to herself as she continued her work.

“Think Dan’s here,” she said to Bill, who was sitting to one side, splitting her attention between watching Yaz work and drawing her own designs. Bill had met Dan a few times, mostly because after Yaz switched shops, Dan had come by at the end of the day a few times to heckle her (and sometimes get a meal together, but that was secondary).

“D’you want me to go tell him you’re busy?” Bill asked.

“Nah, Amy will,” Yaz said. “I’m almost done here, anyway.”

Five minutes later, she heard footsteps in the waiting area again, this time accompanied by Penny’s noisy monologuing. She smiled to herself: Dan really wouldn’t be bored if Penny was there.

She finished the tattoo, being extra careful not to rush through it: it would’ve been easy, knowing her friends were outside, to rush herself, but she had very deliberately developed the ability to set that sort of impulse aside so that she could give each tattoo the time it deserved.

Finally, though, she wiped blood and ink off the design and took pictures to show her client (and for Rose to post on social media later), and once the client left, satisfied, she took the time to clean up her station before heading into the waiting area. Sure enough, Dan and Penny were there, Dan sitting in one of the available chairs, Penny leaning against Amy’s desk as she talked. As Yaz entered, Dan got up, pulling her into a hug.

“How’s my favorite newbie?”

Yaz groaned. “Not sure you still get to call me a newbie when I'm eight years off my apprenticeship,” she replied.

Dan stepped back, grinning. “Nah, you’ll always be little Yasmin to me.”

Yaz gave him a good-natured shove. “And I haven’t been ‘little Yasmin’ to anyone since years before we met.”

Dan countered her shove with a cuff on the shoulder. “Seriously, Sheffield, how are you?”

“Never better,” Yaz said, and meant it. “Shop’s going well so far.”

“Looks like it,” Dan agreed. “Rose here?”

“Probably with a client,” Yaz said. She glanced towards the reception desk, on which Penny was still resting about half her body weight. “You’ve met Penny and Amy?”

“Yep,” Dan said. “Great conversation to be had in your waiting room. Penny was telling me she runs a bakery?”

“Yeah, across the street.” Yaz checked the clock on one wall: there was about half an hour until her shop officially closed for the day. “Penny, are you already closed?”

“Yep,” Penny said. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? But if you want, you can come look around. Just can’t promise any baked goods.”

“Honestly, it’s kind of worth it for the paint job alone,” Yaz said to Dan. “I’ve still got to be here for half an hour. Stick around and we can go over after?”

“Sure,” Dan said.

“You could always come by in the morning sometime, too,” Penny offered.

Yaz and Dan both laughed at that: Yaz had witnessed years of Dan being late for work until he finally had enough clout to flat-out refuse to schedule appointments before eleven.

“Dan’s not really a morning person,” Yaz said.

“Well, that’s what the coffee is for,” Penny replied, not skipping a beat.

“You’ve still got to be a little bit awake if you're going to drink the coffee,” Dan said.

Just then, Rose came into the waiting area, leading her own client behind. “Thought I heard voices,” she said. “Anyone want to see the nose piercing I just did on Quinn here?”

Her client stepped out from behind her with a shy wave and new jewelry in their septum.

“Hiya,” Yaz said. She nodded to the piercing. “Looks good, Rose.”

Rose beamed. “Thanks.”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Don’t let your head get too big.”

“Too late for that,” Rose replied, still grinning.

Her client moved to the desk to check out with Amy, and Penny stepped away, flinging herself down in one of the chairs. Yaz watched as she somehow managed to do everything but sit in a normal position: she flailed for a few seconds, then wound up with one foot on the chair, one foot hanging over the edge, and her arms flung out at random.

“Dan and I were going to go see Penny’s bakery at closing,” Yaz said to Rose. “Want to come?”

“Sure,” Rose said.

As expected, they didn’t get any new customers in the next half hour— which meant that Yaz and Rose could sit in the waiting area with Amy and Penny and Dan, and soon enough Bill came out and joined them. The space was small, and when Bill came out she found herself lacking a chair, but Rose fixed the problem by squeezing herself onto Yaz’s chair, the two of them jockeying for space until Rose wound up half on Yaz’s lap, seeming completely unbothered by the situation. Yaz was well used to this by now— she wrapped an arm around Rose’s waist, keeping her from falling off the chair, and continued talking.

By the time the shop had closed, not only had Rose agreed to come to the bakery, but Bill had also asked to go along, and then Penny had asked Amy if she wanted to come, with the result that Yaz felt like she was part of a tour group as they stepped into the shop and Penny flicked on the lights. Dan reacted with the appropriate amazement at the painted walls and space-themed memorabilia, and as he, Bill, and Amy wandered around the space, Penny went over and hopped up onto the counter, where her legs swung back and forth. Yaz and Rose drifted over to stand by her, but no sooner had they done so than she had hopped back off the counter.

“D’you know,” she said, “I might have some leftover pastries from this morning. Normally we sell them half-off, but, you know.” She shrugged. “Could spare a few. If anyone’s interested.”

“Oh, we don’t want to be taking food off your table,” Dan protested.

“Speak for yourself,” Bill said. “Yaz got me a croissant the other day. It was legendary .”

“Oh!” The Doctor grinned. “I’m sure I’ve got some croissants. And some homemade custard creams, if anyone’s interested.” Without another word, she disappeared into the kitchen. Rose took the opportunity to hop up onto the counter. She made eye contact with Yaz, and a second later, Yaz was on the counter too, her arm pressed against Rose’s.

Penny came back out, carrying a plate haphazardly piled with various pastries and biscuits, including the promised croissants and custard creams. She set it down on a table, then whirled around, pointing at Yaz and Rose. “You took my seat!”

Rose nudged for Yaz to move over. There were a good few feet of counter between the cash register and the display cases: plenty of space for three people to sit, if those three people didn’t mind getting a bit close. Yaz moved over, and Rose did the same, which left room for Penny to grab three custard creams and hop up onto the counter, passing two of the biscuits to Yaz and Rose.

“Brilliant,” she said, seemingly to no one in particular, and shoved half her custard cream into her mouth at once.

“This is still legendary,” Bill said. She’d draped herself across two chairs and was now biting into a croissant.

Penny kicked her legs. “Thanks!” Her voice was muffled: her mouth was still full of custard cream. “I work hard on those, you know.”

What had been intended as a five-minute tour of the place turned into another half-hour of talking as the pastries dwindled. Finally, Dan stood up and said, “You know, I think I’d better be getting home.” He grinned at Yaz. “Di and I have dinner plans.”

Yaz grinned back. Dan and Di had been dancing around each other long enough— it was good to see them finally getting together. “You’d better stay in touch,” she replied, hopping off the counter. “Don’t let that new girlfriend of yours stop you from coming round.”

“Me? Never.” Dan clapped her on the shoulder. “Anyway, maybe I’ll bring her next time. Think she’d let you tattoo her?”

“You’d know better than me,” Yaz said. She pulled Dan into a hug. “See you around, Scouse.”

The group dispersed from there. Dan left, and Bill and Amy followed soon after. Yaz and Rose stayed behind to help clear up, although really there wasn’t that much to clear: it was just the one plate and a few chairs out of place. Still, Yaz straightened the chairs, and Rose swept crumbs off the tables and into her hand, and Penny took the plate back into the kitchen. Yaz could hear the clatter as she dropped it in a sink, and a second later she was right back out.

“Thanks for coming by,” she said. “Always nice to have people around.”

“Even if we eat you out of house and home?” Rose joked.

“Oh, especially then,” Penny replied. “Why did you think I became a baker?”

“Fair enough,” Yaz said. She nodded to Penny. “See you tomorrow?”

“Bright and early!” Penny replied. “And I’m even supposed to have a new hire to train. Couldn’t think of better first customers than you two.”

Yaz glanced at Rose. “Can’t promise we’ll be early enough to be the first.”

“Oi, don’t look at me,” Rose protested. “I can get up when I want to.”

“No pressure,” Penny said hastily. “Was mostly a joke.”

“No, we’ll be by,” Yaz said. She bumped her shoulder against Rose’s. “Whenever this one wakes up.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause you’ve never slept in.”

“ One time , Rose! Six years ago ! And I was sick!”

“We missed the whole marathon!” Rose protested.

“You were going to do a marathon?” Penny asked.

“Only of Rose’s favorite soap opera,” Yaz groused. “Which I then rented so we could watch later. When I wasn’t sick.”

Rose glanced at Penny. “See what I put up with?”

“Yeah, well, no one’s making you stay,” Yaz said. “You could’ve gotten out of all this at any time in the last eight years.”

“Yeah, but then I’d be out an alarm clock,” Rose teased. “Who else is going to make sure I get up in the mornings?”

“D’you need an alarm clock?” Penny asked. “I’ve got one upstairs that I engineered to honk like an old-timey car horn. Except Donna hates it, so I can’t use it. I could pop up and get it for you, if you like.”

“I do all right with my phone alarm, you know,” Rose said. “Not my fault if I’d rather not get up at the crack of dawn like Yaz.”

Yaz ignored her. “I kind of want to hear the old-timey car horn.”

Penny grinned. “Hang on just a tick.” She was out the door in a flash, and Yaz exchanged an amused look with Rose. Barely a minute later, Penny was back, holding out a cartoonish analog alarm clock with a curled horn attached to the top, struggling to catch her breath. “Right,” she said, sticking her tongue out as she fiddled with the clock. “If I just set it so the alarm goes off a minute from now…” And she set the clock on the table and stepped back. Yaz watched the clock with growing apprehension until it ticked over into the next minute. Finally, the minute hand ticked over, and what looked like the business ends of two metal forks clamped around the bulb, letting out an ear-splitting sound.

Yaz was stunned into silence, but Rose burst into laughter. “That’s brilliant. Yaz, are you going to kill me if I put that in my room?”

“Er— the neighbors might,” Yaz said. She raised her eyebrows. “But I’ll already be awake by the time it goes off.”

“You’re welcome to it,” Penny said. “Honestly, I think I could make another, if I could track down more of those old horns.”

“D’you do a lot of this?” Yaz asked, nodding to the clock. “I mean, tinkering with things?”

“Sure,” Penny said. “It’s a hobby. Just like baking, except usually it doesn’t go into an oven and you can’t eat it at the end. But you should see what I did to our toaster.” She paused. “Or, maybe not. It doesn’t technically work right now. I’m going to get it fixed up again, though.”

“Well, let us know if you do,” Yaz said.

“Yeah, now you’ve got me curious,” Rose added.

Penny winked. “You’ll be the first to know. Promise.”

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writermuses · 1 year ago

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How long had Yulia been waiting for a moment like this? Her dreams were haunted by the thought of Alonso showing up in the city across the country she'd taken refuge in, telling her he loved her. It was that fact alone that had her stopping her routine and letting him kiss her. For the briefest moment she stood there and then the next she was holding his waist and kissing him back. It was selfish with so much left unsaid, so much Alonso didn't know, but maybe that was why she stole that moment and savored it while it lasted. She didn't see how he'd look at her like that again when he knew the truth. It took every once of strength to pull away and step back. "I need you to listen to what I have to say— even though you're not going to like it."

Keeping the same distance with her hands on his hips, Yulia walked him back to the couch. "I have to sit on your lap, just put your hands on my thighs and if they come, squeeze and I'll keep dancing again." This conversation couldn't wait and she half expected him to throw her midway through it, but at least she could say what needed to be said and they could both move on. "We didn't just have good times together, Alonso. You were my escape from my alcoholic father and my mom who let him beat me when he was done with her. I knew it was going to get worse once I didn't look like a little girl anymore, but you didn't just let me follow you around like a wounded puppy. You were my happy place and you showed me what a healthy, loving relationship could be like."

Yulia gave pause, sliding her hands up his chest and holding his neck, her thumbs brushing across his stubbled jaw. "A month after you left my dad broke my arm. He was drunk and mad that I'd missed school and they kept calling asking where I was and for a doctor's note. I'd been sick and missing my job, too. Everyone kept asking for a doctor's note so I dragged myself over to one thinking it was the flu only to find out I was pregnant and had hyperemesis gravidarum. They kicked me out and I took my GED to test out of school. I didn't have a phone or computer, I just had a job I couldn't get to and I was staying at a shelter. When I stopped at the house to see if I had any mail, hoping to hear from you, they told me no and to never go back. I didn't know what to do."

"At work there was this guy that always came in and sat in my section, left really good tips. He seemed rough around the edges but nice to me. When he asked me out I told him I was a pregnant and homeless high school dropout, not exactly someone anyone was looking for in a partner. He told me to shut up and that he'd take care of me... and he did, for a while. Chris was a Reaper and the club got in trouble. One day he disappeared and when people came looking they beat me to hell trying to find him. I lost the baby and his cousin was nice enough to send me out here. The McKenzie MC runs this place, so I guess they're like East Coast friends or something. But you deserve to know that I'm not the same girl you left behind."

@xwhiskeymuses

This wasn't how AJ wanted to run into her again, to be sitting in a private room of a strip club as she danced on a pole in front of him. He had planned to call her in a few days after his friends bachelor weekend had ended, and he had some free time to take her to dinner to talk out his feelings. Now, he was stuck between wanting to watch her with lustful eyes or being a gentleman and staring at the wall. He somehow settled for both, switching between watching Yulia's body as she danced and looking at the ceiling. "I guess for starters, I wanted to say I'm sorry for never keeping in touch when I left. As crazy as it may sound, I missed you every day and knew if we kept in touch, it would tear me apart," Though it already did even without them talking. "We had a lot of good times together, and it was hard for me to even look at another girl, let alone be in a relationship with them." Alsono was never good with words, and he felt what he was trying to say wasn't being executed the way he wanted, especially with how he was eying her up and down. He stood from the couch and crossed the floor to where she was dancing, reaching out for her hand and pulling her carefully toward him. It was dangerous for him to do this, knowing Yulia could get into a lot of trouble for his reckless behavior, but he didn't care. If it were necessary, he'd pay off her boss to let her keep her job if she wanted to keep it. "What I'm trying to say is I love you, Yules.. and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it." Not waiting for a response, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

#xwhiskeymuses #ref: yulia x alonso #thread: yulia x alonso 01 #//dear god don't match length #//oh look I made a whole backstory #//fml #//why am I like this #crime tw #pregnancy tw #domestic violence tw #abuse tw

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years ago

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[11:54 am]

(cw: mark calls himself a loser, food)

Anything that could go wrong was going wrong. It wasn’t very often that you let your most charismatic and outgoing friend convince you to do things out of your usual routine. This time you had been convinced to go on a blind date, obviously with a stranger, but a stranger with a great reputation. You had nothing but good things about him, but now you were really starting to question all these good things.

This guy, Mark, as cute as he was, had come running into the cafe out of breath and disheveled almost 40 minutes past the meeting time just as you were about to give up on the date. You were embarrassed, feeling like a fool for waiting alone, angry that you had waited so long, and even anxious that you maybe had the wrong cafe. Even though there was no way you had the wrong place because you had checked over a dozen times in your 40 minute wait, there was still that thought in the back of your mind that maybe he was waiting for you in the “right” place.

In his out of breath, gasps for breath, and rosy cheeks, Mark had apologized profusely promising that the universe just wasn’t on his side today. He gave you a sheepish smile, “y/n I’m so sorry I’m late. The bus ran late so I took the train and then the train broke down so I had to walk because I had to walk and then I realized I was super late and I was still a couple miles away so I had to run.” That sounded legit.

In your short wait in line, you both made small talk, talking about your mutual friends, and interests.

“Order whatever you want, I got it,” Mark smiled. Normally, you would decline and pay for your own food or at the very least offer to pay for your own food, but maybe as a little punishment for Mark being late he could pay instead. You ordered your usual coffee and even became shy, avoiding Mark’s gaze when he ordered a huge chocolate chip cookie to share. Maybe he had seen you eyeing it while you both waited in line.

As the cashier read out the total Mark reached for his pocket, then the other until he was frantically patting his pockets and retracing his step around the cafe. You sighed, the baristas had already started on the drinks, “I got it Mark.”

He was already profusely apologizing as you took out your card to pay for the food, so you nodded along just to appease him. There was like a 30% chance you would ever see Mark again if you could help it. This date was a total disaster.

While you waited for the drinks to come to the table you both made more small talk. Awkward, small, surface-level, talk. Why would you ever need to know the first time Mark found out he was super lactose intolerant in 3rd grade on a school field trip to the zoo? He really liked to overshare you learned.

When the drinks came Mark hesitantly held up his glass in cheers. You obliged, clinking your glass with his own. It was fun and cute until Mark reached out his glass for a second time when you didn’t so half of his cold, very cold drink spilled down the front of your shirt and onto your lap.

You stood up in shock, chair screeching against the floor of the cafe, “I need to go. It was nice meeting you though, nice to finally match a name to a face.”

With one hand you dabbed at your shirt with napkins while with the other you gathered your things before heading to the door.

You could walk home from the cafe and curse your stupid friend in you head and then do it over the phone when you got home. You were never going on a blind date again no matter how cool they sounded or how cute they looked in their instagram posts or how you had had a very tiny, minor crush on the person upon first seeing them on a friend’s instagram story. Never again.

You were midway through calling your name every combination of curse words in every language you knew, when someone stopped you.

That someone being Mark running out in front of you, once again out of breath. “Wait! I know I’ve done this a million times today in the half hour I’ve known you, but I’m sorry. When I asked for this to be set up I never imagined that things would go this horribly. I was too shy to do anything myself and I’m such a loser for ruining this for myself and for you. I’m so so sorry.”

“You asked for this to be set up?”

“I- I didn’t realize I had said that out loud, but yeah I did. I just had heard so many good things about you and you seemed so cool and I ruined everything. I know you probably never want to go out with me again, let alone see me again, but I wanted to apologize.”

You stopped him with a hand on his forearm, “Mark, it’s fine. I forgive you, even for ruining one of my favorite shirts.”

He chuckled awkwardly, “Can I take you out again? To make up for this awful first date. I promise everything will go perfectly.”

He was just too cute to say no to, “Fine. One more chance Mark.”

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leviathanspain · 3 years ago

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i don’t deserve you

frank castle x reader

synopsis: he told you that he didn’t want to have to break your heart no more, yet he found himself at your doorstep once more

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a swift knock at the door had you padding to open it. it was late, you didn’t know how late but your eyes were crusted over and your bones ached.

you looked through the peephole and found a hooded figure staring back, one that made you suck in a deep breath.

you unlocked the door and opened it to find a bloodied frank castle staring back at you.

“hey.” he greeted, not cheerfully but you stepped aside to let him in, and not because you chose to, but the security cameras in the hall would make your building security question why a bloodied man is outside of your door late into the night.

“what are you doing here frank?” you crossed your arms in anger as frank threw his duffle back down by the kitchen island. he stripped his jacket off and you hissed a breath as you noticed his muscled body, blood covered it but not the rippling muscles as he moved.

“i needed a place to stay for a night, figured that offer was still on the table.” you’ll always come crawling back, and when you do, i’ll be here.

your own words were now biting you in the ass. you shrugged, “heat of the moment.” and moved to the sink, grabbing one of your kitchen towels to wet it under the sink, “you know, i have a bathroom. with a shower..”

frank nodded, “i need to clean my wound first.” he pointed to the jagged slice on his side and you nodded, wiping the wound clean and you sucked in a breath as frank winced slightly.

“hold on.” you gave him the towel and you rushed out to your bedroom for the first aid kit. you grabbed a bandage and wipes, returning to frank. you cleaned and bandaged it, kneeling down to do so. frank peered down a smile drew on his face, but you raised an eyebrow at him, “don’t you dare, castle.”

frank chuckled as you handed him the bandages, getting up. he took them and you explained, “they’ll probably get wet after your shower, i assume you can redress it yourself?”

frank pursed his lips, “when i can have you on your knees again? maybe not..” he commented and you rolled your eyes, “whatever, castle.”

you padded back to your bedroom but you stopped midway, looking over your shoulder to frank, “there’s some of your old clothes in my bottom drawer.”

you paused, the words coming out before you could even think, “come to bed when you’re done.” and frank didn’t reply as you tucked yourself into the covers, head hitting the pillow softly.

you had many opportunities to be angry with frank. but he always used the same excuse of “i don’t deserve you.” and damn right he didn’t, but he was your world, frank was your only reason of being, even if you couldn’t claim him as yours, you were always going to be his. to be honest you didn’t care either way, even when you had seen him with that blonde, your jealousy was enough to make frank cut connections with her.

frank also came in and out of your life, it’s been at least a year and a half that he left you but you didn’t go a month without his visits of ‘checking in’ or ‘wanted to see your face’ so you used those times to your advantage to get fucked. literally.

ypu felt the bed dip next to you and you smiled to yourself that frank actually listened to you. you felt him scoot in next to you and wrap his big arms around your waist. you hummed in relief at his warmth, and frank kissed your shoulder before he closed his eyes.

tje next morning, it was no surprise to find the bed empty and a simple note, ‘thank you’ and no frank castle in sight.

#marvel imagine #avengers x fem!reader #marvel x reader #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle angst #frank castle smut #frank castle fluff #frank castle fic

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mochiswifey · 3 years ago

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REPOST FROM OTHER ACCOUNT {PART ADDED}

Rindou X Ex Wife *ANGST* MDNI

"What now?" He didn't hide his annoyance at your attitude. You retort and left the living room and headed straight to the guest room only to have him almost tearing down the door. "Out." You didn't even look at him and kept your eyes outside of the window. You knew it was over the moment he looked at her with the eyes he used to look at you. "C'mon now don't be fucking ridiculous." He snaps at you before throwing the chair from the guest's room's vanity to the wall. Rindou doesn't act like that. He's more composed compared to his brother so it startled you to the point your eyes were in the verge of spilling tears from fear.

"You love her." He shakes his head and tried to deny the fact you're stating.

"I-I What are you even talking about? I love you! That's why I'm married to you!" He raises his palm and pointed at the ring on his finger that was supposed to symbolize the union of the two of you but now has just become a reminder of the misery the two of you are in. "Don't try to deny it Rindou. Everything we had has already fallen apart. You stopped loving me the moment I got a miscarriage." He clenched his jaw as you yell the reason he fell out of love with you. "What the fuck do you want me to say? I'm here telling you that I love you." He punched the wall leaving a dent on it. "Yes, maybe you do. But you love her more." "Stop talking nonsense-" "I'm not talking nonsense and you know it!" You screamed at him smashing the flower vase near you. "I'm tired. You don't love me anymore so why do you keep me? Let's file for divorce. This is not worth it. We're still young and let's just end this miserable marriage and avoid the future pain." The moonlight illuminates your face and there was no sorrow or a thing that's holding you back. "Is that what you really want?" He asks you and you nodded before leaving the room and going to spend your night on a hotel not far from the place where the two of you made a vow to each other. Everything was just a memory now and all the things you've given each other disintegrated. The scars you two have are irreversible. And no amount of love could held the two of you together at least for you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day you two meet each other for the last time and quietly signed your name on the divorce papers. He was visible lighter and you were too. You knew it was the right decision for the two of you. Your heart is still hurting but you know the pain will disappear eventually. Due to his influence the divorced was granted within an hour and when all was done you simply walked away. "Gia." You hear his voice and you stopped midway the flights of stairs outside the city hall. You look up to him and your eyes met his exhausted purple eyes. Your thumb then touched the cold ring on your finger and you slowly took it off before walking back up to him. "Thank you Rindou." You say placing a soft kiss on his lips before putting the ring that tied you to him on his hand. You gave him a small smile acknowledging the defeat you two had before continuing on your way towards your new life. Rindou watches you and never removed his eyes on you even when you were already in your car. The memories of you with him played on his mind and your voice filled with happiness echoed to him. "I've gotta let you go, I know. But why do fools like me only realize they love someone like you when they're already gone?" He asks himself looking at the ring on his palm that he once slid on your finger. He's a cruel fool. And he only realized that he never stopped loving you when you were content and have given up on fixing the broken love you two had.

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Half a year later. You heard the news of him being remarried to the woman you feared. But the pain was temporary. And you find yourself smilling to small things again.

You learned to love yourself and value yourself first before anyone else. And even though there's a part of you that wished you could be with your husband again, you were able to push forward.

Years passed and you completely rebuilt your life. Love. You weren't lucky to find someone but you found yourself. It's enough. You needed to lose him to love yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was all going well until one knock came to your doorstep. It was exactly 12:29 am. You were exhausted from all of the work you've finished for the charity you started. And was about to fall asleep when Ran Haitani. Your former brother in law came to your house.

The years have worn him out. He's gotten older but the beauty never faded. Though the cunning and mischievous smiles he always had seemingly vanished as if it had never been there in the first place.

"Ran? What's wrong?"

"Please come with me." He sounded so helpless you didn't argue.

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Your heart sank as you saw the man who once protected you, lay on the bed looking so weak and so lifeless.

The sound of the machines beeping are the only things that could be heard.

"Car accident. His marriage has been bad. He has never been happy. Not since you two broke up. He- He tried to end everything. It's fucking painful for him." Your former brother in law explains as you sat down on the chair beside your former lover.

"Rin..."

Everything slowed down. The beeps of the machines became faint and you could only focus to your former lover.

"Please wake up."

You said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. Hoping that he'll recognize you and magically opens his eyes.

"Please Rin.... I know you can hear me."

He can hear you. He's still in there. He was ready to let go until he heard you. Now he just need to hear one thing from you. He knows he doesn't deserve it but if you just say those words he'll fight till his body started to crumble from exhaustion.

"Please Rin, your brother needs you. Your friends need you. You have a lot to lose. You can't leave. Please wake up." You tell him a lot but nothing of those was what he wanted to hear.

"I need you Rin."

It's that simple. But even as the days becomes months that eventually turned into years he never heard those words from your mouth.

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It was a miracle that his eyes opened. And the he was able to recover so quickly after being in a coma for 7 years. He was eager to see you.

To tell you how much he missed you.

But it was his turn to have his heart broken after seeing you with your own family. He should've known better. He should've stopped and let go as soon as your visit became less and less. He should've just died as soon as you stopped visiting him.

It hurts.

But he hurt you first.

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Thank you for reading. Don't copy.

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salemwritesbaybeee · 2 years ago

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mutual understanding

hiii everyone, i hope u r doing well! first, i wanna say thank you so much to everyone who liked my last fic! i did not expect anywhere near this much engagement so yay :))))) i'm glad you guys enjoyed it :D secondly i finally got to a point where i'm happy with this fic! yay! so here it is i hope you enjoy <3

yaoyorozu momo x gn!reader (they go into the same bathroom so just assume their school has gn bathrooms)

word count: 5.4k jeez louise

summary: you and momo are paired together for a project that you don't understand as well as she does. later, you guys party together. (sorry y'all i hate this summary i just don't know how else to summarize it)

warnings: cursing, teenage alcohol/drug comsumption, vomiting, kissing, implied sexual activity kinda?

Yaoyorozu Momo has always strived to be the best she can be. It goes without saying that this is her attitude towards her academics, demonstrated by her consistent top marks and articulate nature. It felt good to have those achievements and she was incredibly knowledgeable about a variety of things. This was in part because of her quirk, but she genuinely enjoyed reading encyclopedias and she didn’t care if it was nerdy because she loved to learn. She carried that passion with her to school every day and that is why she is staring at you with furrowed brows, trying to figure out how to help you do this project, and trying to figure out why you look so…upset? Tired? Perhaps they didn’t get enough sleep last night, she thought.

She sat at the desk in front of you. You had gotten your tests back at the beginning of class and were going over the answers. After, Momo turned around to face you, clearly trying to bit back a smile.

“What did you get on the test, Y/n?” She asked politely.

You looked at her and paused. “A passing grade.”

“Glad to hear it.” She said, giving you a sweet smile.

Cute, you thought. She bit her lip a bit and you realized she wanted you to ask her what she got on her test. You decided to indulge her (why not?) and asked her what her score was.

“I got 50/50 correct!” She beamed. “Thanks for asking.” She said a little softer. Cute.

Your teacher finished the review and then began to introduce a group project where you were working in pairs. Your teacher showed you the group pairings and you were paired with Momo. You both turned to look at each other and she gave you a big smile. You gave her a half-assed smile back. She immediately dove into an explanation of her view for your project, which you zoned out on about midway through. Instead, you looked at how her eyes lit up as she used her hands to explain whatever she was talking about. You observed her dark, thick lashes, her beautiful gray eyes that looked like smoky quartz, and her light pink lips. She was so pretty. You wondered if that was something she even cared about - academics seemed to dominate her life, at least, from your perspective.

“So, what do you think?” She asked, finally done with her explanation.

You blinked. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” You were sure whatever plan Momo had would be a good idea, she would know, wouldn’t she? She gave you some things to research and you began doing just that. And that’s when the comments began.

The first was about how you had organized your research (“I think it makes more sense if you split it up into these categories..”), the second was about how shocked she was that you didn’t know about “basic Japanese history” (you’d never heard of it), and the third was about you being on your phone because “we should take advantage of the class time given to us to work on this project” (you were checking the time, you had it out for like 2 seconds).

And now you sat here, with Momo looking at you with confusion and slight pity which made your frown deepen slightly. You could tell the gears in her head were turning, trying to come up with her next criticism.

You cringed ever so slightly when she opened her mouth and then she said, “You misspelled Mesopotamia.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes but then Momo said, “Are you okay?”

You looked at her face to see if she was joking, but she wore a look of genuine concern. “I’m fine. Just because I don’t know the answer to everything and misspelled a word doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with me.” You said in a cool tone.

Momo turned red instantly. “I-no I didn’t mean it like that! I just-um, I noticed, um, you kind of have, um, bags…” she paused, gauging your reaction before continuing, “...under your eyes. I just was wondering if you, um, if you got enough sleep.”

You gave her a wry smile. “I definitely did not get enough sleep last night.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I was at a party.”

A party? Momo had never been to a party before, despite being well into her second year of high school. Despite Momo’s studious lifestyle, she desperately wanted to go to a party. The sensationalized high school parties from media had hooked her since she was young and she longed to have that experience at least once in her life. And here Momo saw the perfect opportunity to get into a high school party.

“Whose party?” She pressed.

You smirked at her persistence. “Kei’s party.”

“When’s the next party?” She asked in a tone that conveyed nonchalance, yet her face gave away her excitement.

“Why, you wanna come?” You teased, making her blush.

“Maybe.” She muttered out, looking away. “Depends on whether or not I can make it.” She said, tilting her head to the side and shrugging, still trying to play it cool.

You paused, trying to discern what her motives were, and then told her, “He’s having another one tonight actually. Do you know Kei?”

“Kei Yukiji, right? We have biology together.” She stated with a smile. She was certain she was going to this party tonight and was already planning how she would ask Kei to come, her outfit, her ride, etc.

“Yeah.” You smirked at her then the bell rang. “Well, I hope to see you there.” You said, gathering your things and heading out.

You will, Momo thought to herself as she pulled out her phone to text Kei.

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Kei never responded to Momo. She huffed as she threw her phone on her bed and went to work on the project. She decided to thoroughly review the work you had done so far, leaving numerous comments and suggestions. She smiled when she was done, feeling productive.

The next day at school she sauntered into your class she was excited to further discuss edits for your project. She walked with a bounce in her step and she sat down rather abruptly, causing you to look up from your seat.

“Hello, y/n!” She greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi, Momo.” You said, offering her a small smile.

“I made some edits and left some comments on the work you did yesterday, have you had a chance to look at them yet?” She asked, eager to discuss the intricacies of ancient history.

“No. I can look at them now.” You told her, opening your laptop.

She nodded and got out her own materials, beginning to do her own work.

You made your way through her edits and suggestions. Some you accepted, some were a bit hypocritical so you ignored them. She was very thorough with her suggestions but you didn’t mind too much. They were just that, suggestions.

You both continued to do your work in peace. When you finished your write-up, Momo said she could review it. You nodded in response and began working on something else.

“I think it would be better for you to talk about the government first, or at least before talking about their systems of trade because I think that would be a better way to introduce the class system and the various jobs people had.” Momo began. She continued to tell you how she thought you should reorganize your writing, without pausing to ask for your input.

You knew she was the smartest kid in your class, she was probably the smartest kid in your year. She knew all the answers, turned in the best, neatest, work, and went above and beyond to ensure her academic success. You knew her teachers all adored her and that any work she turned in was perfect in their eyes. You knew that however she was telling you to organize your work was probably better than what you had originally done and you knew that she was trying to be helpful.

But you weren’t the smartest kid in your class. You didn’t know all the answers, you didn’t go above and beyond in your work. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be an outstanding student, of course, you did. It just wasn’t that easy for you to turn in outstanding work and understand everything your teachers were trying to tell you. And seeing how easily Momo could succeed made you feel insecure. It felt condescending, really, her telling you to reorganize everything you had done like it wasn’t good enough. Like she thought she was better than you. (You knew deep down, of course, that she didn’t think that, but that’s still how you felt).

“Momo.” You interrupted her.

“Hm?” She looked up from her computer screen.

“I clearly don’t have the grasp on this concept that you do, but I don’t need you telling me how to do my work. You can make your little suggestions, but you don’t need to redo everything I did.” You said to her, the bite in your words more intense than you intended it to be.

Momo’s mouth opens slightly, her eyes wide and her face red as a tomato. Your eyes widen too, both of you a bit taken aback by what you just said.

“I-I’m sorry-that’s-that’s not what I meant to do at all-” she stuttered out, very embarrassed. She turns away from your desk for a second, then turns her body back towards you, although her face is looking down at her hands in her lap. “I’ll just, um, make suggestions from my computer.” She says, looking up at you for a second, then quickly looking back down again. “Sorry.”

And then she turns back to her desk, back to you, and begins to make edits. But as she begins to type a comment, she can’t even focus on what she’s writing. Then her vision blurs and she realizes she’s about to start crying. She is not about to cry in class because you told her to make fewer edits on your work, absolutely not, she can’t let that happen. Her hand shoots up.

“May I use the restroom?” She asks, doing everything in her power to make sure her voice doesn’t crack. She seems to succeed as your teacher simply nods at her and she bolts to the bathroom.

The second she leaves the classroom she can already feel the tears beginning to fall. Dammit, dammit, dammit, she thinks to herself as she speed-walks to the bathroom. Once in the safety of the stall that’s furthest from the door, she leans against the door and cries quietly. She feels so stupid, why is she even crying? She feels awful, she never meant to make you feel like she knew more about the project than you and she definitely didn’t want you to feel like you had to redo your work at all - she thought your work was good, actually, just that certain sentences and paragraphs went together better than how you had originally written it. She feels awful because she thought she was better than that, that she had more self-awareness and that she wouldn’t let herself be condescending towards her peers - it had happened before in elementary school, and she felt horrible when she realized that while she had been trying to help her classmates, she had actually just been making them feel stupid and belittled. She vowed then to never make anyone feel that way again, but dammit she did it again! Why couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut and let you do your own thing?

She moves to the toilet and sits down, leaning forward to put her face in her hands as she continues to cry quietly, consumed by her thoughts. She doesn’t hear the door open, nor does she hear you walk in.

But you can hear her quietly sobbing, and you curse under your breath because you heard her voice break when she asked to go to the bathroom. Fuck, you thought, I made her cry.

“Momo?” You ask softly.

Momo’s head shoots up at your voice. Why were you here?

You don’t wait for an answer. “I’m so sorry about what I said, that was rude and mean and I know that you were just trying to be helpful and you didn’t deserve that. I just-” you pause and let out a short, breathy laugh. “You seem so knowledgeable about this stuff and you’re obviously very intelligent and a good writer and I’m not. And it just…it’s hard to not feel like you’re way above me and looking down on me, I guess, even though I know that that’s not how you feel-”

The door to Momo’s stall suddenly opened, stopping your speech, and she stood there, eyes red, glossy, and slightly puffy. Her cheeks and nose were bright red and she sniffled slightly as she offered you a small smile. You instantly felt a pang in your heart at the upset you had caused her.

“Thank you for saying that.” She said to you, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand and sniffling again. You felt strongly compelled to hug Momo, so you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders. Momo stiffened slightly at first, not expecting you to hug her, but then hugged you back. She smelled like jasmine and orange blossoms, a pleasant surprise that caught you off guard, making you blush slightly, but thankfully she couldn’t tell.

“I’m so sorry I made you cry, Momo.” You told her.

“It’s okay.” She said, lightly patting your back. You smiled at that and released her. She took a deep breath.

“I’m glad that you said that because I really don’t want to be condescending or to make you feel belittled, that’s the last thing I want to do and I-it makes me feel horrible to think that I made you feel that.” She paused and took another shuddery deep breath.

You offered her a kind smile. “I know you mean well.” You told her, then paused. “I think it was a bit overwhelming to hear all of your critiques at once.”

Momo nodded aggressively. “Okay, thank you. I’ll try to be more mindful of that.”

“I’ll be kinder and calmer if I do have any more issues with your critiques.” You told her, nodding once.

You both smiled at each other for a bit, both relieved to not have upset the other and to be reassured that you were on good terms.

“Did Kei respond to you about the party?” You asked.

Momo frowned and pulled out her phone. Then her face brightened. “Oh! He did!” Momo opened her phone to read Kei’s text.

kei yukiji: hey yaoyorozu! i’m having a party this friday at 7 and you’re totally welcome to come! you can bring a friend too if you’d like :)

sent 12:34pm

Momo couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. Finally, she was going to a party. She was ecstatic.

She looked adorable, you thought. “I take it you’re coming on Friday then?” You asked, smiling at how excited she was.

“Yes!” She nodded. She clenched her fists and let out a little squeal. Oh my god, she’s so cute, you thought to yourself, blushing lightly and laughing with her. Momo let out a little laugh before taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Should we head back to class?” You asked. Momo paused and looked in the mirror. She frowned, the evidence of her crying was still present on her face.

You knew what she was thinking. “Splash some water on your face,” you offered.

She turned on the sink and let the water pool in her hands. She splashed her face a couple of times and you grabbed some paper towels for her.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the paper towels from you.

“You’re very welcome.” You said, matching her smile.

Momo dabbed at her face and stared at herself in the mirror for a bit, watching the redness slowly fade. When she felt ready she turned to you and nodded.

“Thanks for waiting for me.” She said with a grin.

“No problem.” You said, “it’s not like I want to go back to class anyway.” She laughed at that.

You started walking back to class when Momo paused. “Y/n?”

You turned back to look at her. “Yeah?”

“You do have a good understanding of what we’re working on and I think you are a good writer. Everything you wrote for the project was good, aside from maybe some grammar things, but you are smart.” She told you with a very serious look.

You blushed, a bit taken aback. “I-” you let out a short, breathy laugh, “Thank you, Momo. That’s very kind of you to say.” You offered her a small smile.

“It’s the truth.” She said, smiling back at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just smiled at her, a smile that said thank you. “Shall we?” You asked, nodding towards your classroom. She nodded and you went back to class.

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Yaoyorozu stood in front of her full-length mirror beaming. She had chosen a deep turquoise lacy top and matched it with a nice pair of brown corduroy pants and a brown flannel. She decided to wear her hair down (which Mina had told her to do) and put on some jewelry. She was very anxious on the way to Mina’s, constantly fiddling with her fingers and hair. When she arrived, Mina dragged her inside, sat her down, and did her makeup.

When they were done, they headed to Kei’s.

“Are you excited?!” Mina asked in the car, giggling and grabbing Momo’s hand.

Momo nodded, “but I’m feeling a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I guess ‘cause it’ll be a lot of people and stuff and it might just be overwhelming .” She responded, looking out the window at the houses they were passing.

“Well I think it’s mostly people from school so you should know them and if it’s too overwhelming you can wait in the bathroom and call me!” Mina said matter-of-factly.

Momo laughed. “Thanks, Mina. I’m mostly excited.”

“Good!”

You were at Kei’s, standing in with your usual group of party people. You had done shots and were now having hard seltzer, joking and talking with your friends all throughout, but you kept glancing at the door to see if Momo had arrived. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Yaoyorozu. What will she wear? Would she do something different with her hair? You could imagine how beautiful she’d look with her long dark hair framing her face. You imagined all the different outfits she might wear while you chatted with your friends.

“Hey y/n?” Kei asked, tapping you on the shoulder. “Wanna help us set up for Rage Cage?”

“Of course.” You responded, turning to follow Kei to his dining table.

As you walked inside, the door opened and Momo and her pink friend (whose name you didn’t know) walked in. She beamed at you and Kei, exchanging hugs and greetings. Momo looked gorgeous (obviously) and she had worn her hair down which framed her face beautifully and you felt lucky to be able to see her look like that. Her outfit was fairly modest but it accentuated her body nicely. You bit your lip, slightly taken aback by her beauty.

“It’s good to see you.” You told Momo with a smile.

“You too!” She paused to smile at you. “This is my friend Mina! Mina, this is y/n, we did our history project together!”

“Nice to meet you, Mina.” You said.

“Likewise.” She responded.

“We’re about to set up a game of Rage Cage, do you guys wanna play?” You asked them.

“Absolutely!” Mina squealed. “Yaomomo, you’ll love Rage Cage, it’s super fun.”

Momo gave you an almost expectant look, which was incredibly cute and you realized she was hoping you would explain the words to her so you did. You filled and placed the cups, announced to everyone that the game was starting, then took your places around the table. Yaomomo stands to your left and you can smell her perfume despite the sweaty teens, alcohol, and weed.

The game starts and everyone becomes engrossed in bouncing the balls into the cups. When it was Momo’s turn she felt a rush of anxiety and excitement trying to get the ball into the cup. On her third try, it went in and she fist-pumped, cheering as she passed the cup.

“Nice!” You said, high-fiving her.

“Thanks!” She giggled.

The game went on and Momo and you had to take a few drinks. Towards the end of the game, there were only a few cups left in the center. When it was Momo’s turn, only the bitch cup remained in the center.

“You can do it, Yaomomo!” You cheered from her right.

“Go, Yaomomo, go!” Mina cheered from her left.

She shot once, twice, three times, and missed each time. You both yelped each time the ball began to roll away and you scrambled to get the ball to her when she dropped it.

The other cup was slowly making its way toward Momo, and if it passed her she would have to drink the bitch cup. She took a short deep breath and focused on her bounce. You watched with anticipation as the ball hit the edge of the cup and then bounced in.

Momo and you turned to face each other, cheering, and Momo suddenly leaped into your arms, squeezing you in a bear hug. You paused at first, slightly shocked, then quickly hugged her back. She was warm and smelled like jasmine and you silently thanked the dim and crowded party atmosphere for hiding your flushed cheeks.

Momo released you and you turned your attention back to the game. Momo was filled with adrenaline from playing a drinking game (an essential component of high school parties that she had dreamed of) and slightly buzzed from the drinks she had. She was exhilarated after the stressful game.

“Hey, wanna do shots?” Mina asked, grabbing her hand.

“Yes!” Momo responded with a big grin.

After three shots Mina handed Momo a drink and pulled her over to where people were dancing. She felt warm and loose and she and Mina kept giggling while they were dancing. Momo felt elated and she lost herself in the moment. At some point during their dancing, Mina grabbed Momo’s shoulder and whisper-yelled in her ear.

“Look at that guy behind me! He’s so hot!”

Momo scanned until her eyes fell on a boy with red and white hair.

“Yeah, he’s cute. Are you gonna go talk to him?” She asked.

“Yeah, let’s dance our way over there!” Mina exclaimed.

So they gradually pushed their way over to the boy until Mina was looking him directly in the eye. She gave Momo’s hand a squeeze and then yelled “I like your hair!” To the boy.

Momo continued dancing as she watched them flirt out of the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious because her one friend had left her to talk to some boy..

Meanwhile, you had been drinking and talking with your friends, who eventually decided they also wanted to dance. As you made your way to the dance floor, your eyes found Mina’s pink hair easily in the crowd, but you didn’t see Momo next to her. Frowning slightly, you scanned the crowd for her, eyes landing on her slightly to the side of where Mina was. She looked a little bit somber, and you wondered why. You watched as she danced, slowly pushing her way through the crowd, probably attempting to escape the gaggle of kids dancing. As she reached the edge of the crowd she caught your eye and smiled, and you smiled back. You both began to approach one another but right before Momo reached you she rolled her ankle slightly and fell right into you.

Her drink spilled all over you and you attempted to catch her. You were able to grab under one of her arms so she didn’t hit the ground too hard.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I totally ruined your shirt!” Momo exclaimed, completely embarrassed.

“It’s totally fine, Yaomomo, don’t even worry about it.” You reassured her, helping her stand back up. “Are you okay?”

She nodded aggressively, looked you directly in the eye, and asked, “Would you accompany me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.” You told her. She smiled and grabbed your hand, guiding you both to the bathroom. Her hand was soft and warm and her fingers are long and wrapped tightly around your hand. She has purple nail polish on. You thought about how nice it would feel if she cupped your face with her pretty hands. You wanted her to drag her thumb across your bottom lip. You wondered what her fingers would taste like.

You reach the bathroom and shake yourself from your thoughts. Based on the party atmosphere, they’d probably taste like sweat and alcohol. Ew… You probably wouldn’t mind the taste if it was her fingers.

Momo pulls you into the bathroom and you turn to shut the door behind you. Momo seats herself on the edge of the bathtub while you walk up to the sink and inspect the stain on your shirt in the mirror. You frown, the stain was basically centered on the front of your shirt. You would have to take it off to wash it. You turn back to tell Momo, who quickly looks at the ground when you face her. Weird.

“Um, I’m gonna take my shirt off to wash it.” You told her.

“Ok, do you want any help?” She asked.

You smiled. “No, that’s okay. I’ll let you know if I do.”

She smiled and nodded, resting her head in her hands. She watched as you turned back to the mirror, and held her breath as she watched you pull your shirt over your head. She could feel her cheeks getting red and hoped she could blame the alcohol. She was definitely drunk. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t help but slightly rock from side to side; if she didn’t she was sure she would fall asleep. Or vomit. Or both. Plus, it felt fun to sway, she could feel the alcohol moving in her body when she did. Her gaze was locked on you as you scrubbed your shirt in the sink. Were you always this beautiful? She knew you were pretty, sure, but she never put much thought into it. But watching you now, she felt dumbstruck by how simply beautiful you were. Just standing there, washing your shirt, you looked so effortlessly beautiful, so…

“...perfect,” Momo mumbled. Fuck, did she say that out loud?

“Huh?” You said, turning around to look at her.

Momo’s face was bright red, she could feel it. “No-nothing.” She said, trying to give you a convincing smile. She averted her eyes to the ground. She could feel her heart beating faster as self-conscious thoughts swarmed her mind. Why was she staring at you? Why did she let herself get caught? She stared at her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably.

You noticed she was staring. Was she uncomfortable with you being shirtless? As you turned back to ask her, Momo slipped off the tub and was kneeling in front of the toilet. Oh god. You hurried over behind her, throwing the toilet seat up and sweeping her hair into your hands right as Momo began to vomit.

“It’s okay, you’re okay…” you cooed, attempting to soothe Momo. You ran your hand over her hair until she stopped heaving.

“Ugh…” Momo groaned as she slumped back and leaned against the bath. You let go of her hair and went to grab a towel for her to wipe her face.

“How do you feel?” You asked as you handed her the towel and sat down next to her.

“Crappy.” She responded, lightly snorting. She took the towel from you and slowly dabbed her face. Her cheeks were very red, she was certain of it. Her mother would highly disapprove of her behavior. How could she let herself drink so much? If there was one thing Momo had mastered, it was self-control, due to years of discipline from her family, but tonight Momo felt like almost everything was out of control. She glanced over at you, still shirtless, and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. Dammit! She put her head between her knees to hide the redness. Why was this happening? It’s not like she’d never seen a naked person before.

You were watching, concerned that Momo’s stomach was still upset and she would need to throw up again.

“Are you gonna throw up again?” You asked, putting a hand on her back to soothe her. She jumped at your touch, which surprised both of you, and you retracted your hand. You locked eyes with a very clearly embarrassed Momo, and that’s when you realized what was going on.

Momo barely heard the small ‘oh’ that escaped your lips over the pounding of her heart. She shook her head and you smiled at her.

“Good.” You said.

“Thank you.” She said, averting her eyes to the floor.

“Of course, I don’t want you to be sick.” You responded matter-of-factly.

“Sorry for spilling alcohol on you.” She continued, still not looking at you.

“You already said sorry.” You paused, waiting for her to look at you. She didn’t. “You don’t need to apologize again.”

She smiled, finally meeting your eyes again. God, you looked beautiful. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it would be like to kiss you right now. Your lips looked plump, soft, perfect. She wanted to feel them on her lips, her face, her neck.

“Yaomomo?” You asked. She was staring at you again. You smirked as she blushed and looked away. “I know it’s hard to not get caught up in my amazingly good looks.” You joked.

Momo blushed harder. “W-what? I wasn’t -”

You laughed at her reaction. “You’re so cute.” You told her with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to stare, I’m sorry-”

“Oh my god, stop apologizing, obviously I don’t mind!” You interrupted her. Does she not realize how beautiful she is? You had no qualms with her looking at you.

“...you don't?” She asked, meeting your eyes.

“Well, not from a beautiful girl like you.” You said with a smirk, reaching out your hand to lightly touch her cheek. Momo’s eyes shifted to the side, registering your touch, before looking back at you.

Momo didn’t know what to say. Was this really happening? She looked down at your lips and leaned into your hand. Then she looked back at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that you seemed so comfortable telling her you were attracted to her, but she felt the need to be kissed. And yet, you still weren’t kissing her. You were just sitting there, staring at each other, waiting.

Frustrated, she asked, “Are you gonna kiss me?”

You laughed. “If that’s okay with you?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes.”

And then you kissed her. She tasted like alcohol and bile but you didn’t care. Her lips were soft and plump and they fit perfectly with yours as you kissed her again and again and again. Her hands landed on your shoulders and yours fell to her waist as you pulled her towards you. She pulled away momentarily to straddle your lap before sitting down and resuming your make-out session. Your hands roamed her body and hers hesitantly began to do the same. The high of having her like you back felt glorious.

Suddenly there were a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Are you done in there? I need to pee!” A loud feminine voice called from the other side.

You and Momo paused and looked at each other. She couldn't help but start giggling. She felt so giddy. You joined her. You were both very very happy. After her laughter subsided, Yaomomo stood up and helped you back up. She watched as you put your shirt back on and you grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. The girl waiting to pee gave you guys a look that neither of you registered.

“Let’s go find a closet or something.” You told her. She giggled and nodded and you wandered off in search of a place to continue your activities.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Day 140: I Need You

"Alright, Potter," Robards said, "I need you to finish filling out these papers, then I need you to finish that proposal we're sending to the minister about increasing the DMLE's budget for next year."

"Right," Harry said, taking a fortifying breath.

"Don't forget how important it is that we get that extra funding," he continued. "It could be the difference between life or death for some of our aurors."

"Yes," Harry affirmed. "I'll have it ready. I'll take it to Kingsley myself this afternoon."

Robards looked at him curiously, "This afternoon?"

"We've got a meeting about the upcoming charity season," he added. "trying to decide which events I'm needed to speak at."

"Right. Good," Robards said, and Harry could see the wheels in his mind turning already as he thought about the leverage this could conceivably give Harry.

Before he could say anything more or ask Harry to do something else that he wasn't entirely comfortable with, Harry fled, waving to Robards as he made a beeline to his office. He closed the door as quickly as he could, separating himself from the pressure waiting just outside his door.

"Rough start to the day?" Draco queried lightly.

Harry turned and glared at him, "I hate budgeting time! I hate charity season! I hate that I can't even make it to my desk in the morning before I'm accosted by these-" he broke off, searching for the right word, "these vultures!"

"Well, if it helps I brought you a pumpkin latte," Draco offered, pointing to the to-go cup on Harry's desk.

"That does help a little," he confessed as he made his way over to his desk and dropped his bag on the floor.

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"So I'm guessing that we'll not be heading out on an active duty assignment today," Draco said with a sigh.

Harry winced and rubbed the back of his neck, "Probably not."

"Well. Which part should I help with first?" Draco asked.

He shook his head, "You don't have to-"

"What else should I do? Just sit at my desk all day and watch you?"

Huffing a defeated sigh, Harry held out the beginnings of the budget proposal he'd been writing, "Could you work on the budget, then?"

Draco took it from him, "Good choice," he said. "You know, our partnership really did end up working out well," he mused. "All of my father's political expertise has come in handy after all."

And Harry didn't say anything, but that was probably one of the most disheartening things he'd heard all day. Draco had joined the aurors to avoid becoming like he father and here he was, doing exactly what his father would have done, thanks to Harry.

If he hadn't felt like crap about himself before, he certainly did now.

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It was a long day (most days were, if Harry was being honest) and after leaving a board meeting with Kingsley and a handful of other Ministry officials Harry trudged back to his office because he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it any further.

He collapsed into his chair and put his head down on his desk and tried to not think of all of the things he'd been asked to do, of all of ways he was needed.

"Hey," Draco said, entering the office behind him and Harry startled.

"What are you still doing here?" Harry asked, sitting up to look at the other man.

Draco shrugged, "I just had a few things to finish up," he said. It was a lie and they both knew it. "Wondered if you wanted to come to mine for dinner?"

Without letting himself think about whether it was an imposition or not, Harry nodded.

The other man smiled at him, "Let's go then. Everything else can wait until tomorrow."

"Oh," Harry said, frowning at the papers on his desk and thinking that he really ought to make himself a list of the things he'd agreed to at the very least, "I should just-"

"It can wait until tomorrow," Draco repeated, somehow firm but gentle all at once, grounding him in the way that no one else seemed able to these days.

He nodded once and they made their way toward the floo. It was late enough that the lights had all been dimmed and only the enchanted brooms and dusters were out, tidying from the day.

Harry followed Draco through the fireplace into his kitchen and collapsed into the chair at the kitchen table.

"I hate charity season," Harry groaned as Draco passed him a beer, the kind that Harry knew he didn't even like but got because Harry was at his house so often.

"Let's not talk about work," Draco said, as he headed toward his door just as the door bell rang, "Our Indian food is here, anyway," he added with a smirk since he knew that Harry could never work out how Draco always knew when the food was going to arrive.

When he got back to the kitchen, carrying bags that had Harry's mouth watering, Harry asked, "What would you like to talk about, if not work?"

"Literally anything," Draco said, handing him a container of rice and the chicken vindaloo.

He frowned as he dipped his food, trying to think of anything that he could talk about that wasn't related to work.

"You work too much," Draco informed him.

"You work as much as I do," Harry protested.

The other man snorted, "Only because if I didn't, you'd never leave."

"Great," Harry said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Let's just add one more thing that I am responsible for that I can proceed to fail at living up to," he snapped.

Draco's eyebrows rose in surprise as he froze with his fork midway to his mouth.

"Sorry," Harry said, shaking his head and trying to clear it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Harry," Draco said softly, laying a hand on Harry's arm to draw his attention outward.

"What?"

"Relax," he said. "I don't need you."

Harry nodded, tears stinging the back of his eyes, "No, I know-"

"I do want you," he continued. "I want to be your partner, I want to be your friend. I'd want to be more if that was something you were interested in. But I don't need you."

Harry swallowed, a bit at a loss. He'd wondered (hoped) that Draco might feel the same way he did but he wasn't sure what to say.

"The pressure you're under," Draco said with a little shake of the head, "It's a lot, Harry. And I need you to know that no matter what, I'm here for you. I will always support you, I will always do my best to help you, and I will always tell you to take a break and take care of yourself," he said. "Or I'll insist that you let me take care of you."

"You shouldn't have to take care of me," he protested.

"I don't have to, I want to," he replied. "It's a small, but important distinction," he added with a little smile.

Harry looked down at his food.

Draco let him think, let him mull it over while they ate and listened to the quiet music drifting through the wireless.

Eventually, Harry said, "I think I want that, too," he swallowed. "The more than just friendship part."

The other man stayed silent, letting Harry speak and process.

"But I can't just jump into another commitment right now," he said. "Being a boyfriend seems like a lot of work, and I don't think-"

Draco's hand covered his and Harry looked up to see that Draco's eyes were on him, soft and understanding. "It's okay," he repeated. "If you just want to keep things the same as they are now, that's okay. If you want to spend Fridays cuddling on the sofa in front of the telly, that's okay. If you want to have someone to take to events with you, or if you want to take a step back," he shrugged. "It's all fine, Harry. I've loved you for a decade at this point, nothing's going to change."

A pleasant tingle of surprise drifted up his spine. "If I wanted to kiss you?" Harry asked before he could think better of it.

The corner of Draco's mouth curled at the corner, "I'd let you."

He leaned across the edge of the table and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth where his smile had blossomed.

"Can we take this slow?" Harry asked, still only inches from Draco.

Draco nodded, "Slow as you like. All you have to do is tell me what you want."

"Can we cuddle after dinner?"

He smiled, "I'd like that very much."

"Would you-" Harry started before breaking off and pulling back slightly so he could search Draco's face.

"Tell me," Draco encouraged.

"Would you stroke my hair?" he asked quickly before his courage could desert him. Draco had done that once, when they were very drunk and Harry still let himself go back to that place in his mind when he was feeling tired or upset.

Draco smiled at him, "Yes," he replied immediately. "Yeah, I would like that very much, too."

"And if that's all I'm ready for?" Harry asked.

"Then that's what we'll do," Draco replied with a little shrug like he really didn't mind. "Let me," he whispered, thumb brushing over the back of Harry's hand. "Let me love you in any way you feel ready right now."

He took a deep breath. It was surprisingly terrifying, even letting down his guard that much, allowing even that tiny amount of vulnerability. "Okay," he finally said.

"Yeah?" Draco asked, eyes skimming over Harry's face, searching for any sign of unease.

"Yeah," Harry repeated, smiling at him.

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After dinner the moved into the living room and Draco put on a movie. They just sat next to each other for a while, Harry's shoulder pressed against Draco's, his right thigh pushed up against Draco's left.

After about half an hour, Harry finally broke the silence. "Can you-?" Harry started before trailing off.

Draco looked over at him and gave him a little nod, putting a cushion on his lap so Harry could lay his head down. And then he started playing with Harry's hair, gently rubbing his scalp, combing his fingers through Harry's curls.

"Thank you," Harry murmured after a little while, feeling calm and a bit sleepy for the first time in ages.

"Anytime," Draco replied as he continued to toy with Harry's hair.

"I think I'm going to fall asleep," Harry mumbled.

Draco just kept stroking his hair. "Good," he murmured. "Sweet dreams."

And as Harry drifted off, he found that his dreams were in fact very sweet.

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Day 139: Expectations | Day 141: What? Why? How? When?

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #fluff #friends to lovers #developing relationship #auror partners #love #soft #gentle #supportive Draco #I just really need someone to stroke my hair right now

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rafaelblackbird15 · 3 years ago

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Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 2: Steter

It took me quite awhile to gather all these together, so please enjoy discovering more parts to the incredible world of Teen Wolf, provided to you by the wonderful writers of our fandom.

Leave comments and kudos for these writers if you can, they really deserve it, they're wonderful. And it's my honour to try and share their creations with tumblr.

These are Steter, Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale fanfictions. Read them at your will. Check the tags on the actual fics for warnings and such.

I have included links to authors that write a lot of Steter as well, and some of their fics for examples. I'm sorry this post got so long, haha, but enjoy the stories, they're worth it.

If any of the links don't work, just comment and I'll fix it.

Check out my other Sterek fic recs [Part 3] and [Part 4] and Steter fic recs [Part 1]

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Broken Bones and Broken Bonds by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 20148

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles kind of wished that he’d at least tried weed before this.

Or something, you know? Maybe taken up a graffiti hobby, or even just skateboarded in front of City Hall often enough to get a citation.

He wished he’d done something to be deserving of the looks people gave him now, rather than just being the recipient of his dead father’s unused power.

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Stigmata by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1661

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He feels so hollow that he almost wonders if he's been turned inside out. This emptiness he feels; is it the vastness of the entire world?

How do you fill a world? With people, he supposes. But his people no longer want him.

He needs people.

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Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 14565

Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."

What the f—

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Steter Week 2019 by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Works: 4

Complete: No

Summary:

There isn't a summary listed so I've included the first fic underneath:

Marvelous Miss and Magnificent Mischief by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Words: 3346

Chapters: 1/1

also Part 1 of the Magnificent Mischief series

Summary:

“Marvelous Miss and the Magnificent Mischief!” the carnival barker shouted just outside the corridor with all the food tents. “Come see Miss Paige do amazing tricks with her talking raven! He not only speaks, but he jokes! He teases! He philosophizes!”

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Author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

This author has a lot of wonderful Steter fics, and their writing of the pairing is really worth having a good look through.

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Blood Runs Cold by Smalls2233 on Archive of Our Own

Words: 111408

Chapters: 22/22

Summary:

“So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?”

Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. “Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical.”

“And the plan is…?”

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Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games.

This story does include a dose of Chris&Stiles interaction about midway and carries on throughout, and then Chris/Peter towards the midend, which also carries on. And it kind of dissolves into Chris/Peter/Stiles. If that's not your taste, that's fine, because the majority of the story is Stiles/Peter, and that majority is really really good Steter.

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No One Listening Tonight by Smalls2233

Words: 6985

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

That left… well it left Peter and only Peter. Relying on Peter for help was only slightly better than stabbing himself through the eye with a hot poker. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Of course, there was always the option of packing up and letting whatever was trying to destroy the town succeed this time. Stiles snorted under his breath as he thought about how that would probably leave him with fewer injuries than dealing with Peter would. But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Stiles knew he needed to head downtown to Peter’s apartment and pray the man was willing to work with him.

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Stiles stumbles into a magical trap forged by a wannabe warlock.

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Author: Smalls2233

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Blue by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3179

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

Derek brings both Scott and Stiles to the hospital to prove a point about hunters, but Stiles isn’t sure the point he’s getting is the point Derek’s trying to make. Especially when his black and white world explodes into color the moment he looks into Peter Hale’s eyes.

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The Long Way Around by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 15569

Chapters: 3/3

Summary:

When Peter leaves Beacon Hills for good, he expects that to be it for the broken bonds of the last remaining members of the Hale pack. Fate and Stiles Stilinski aren’t of the same opinion.

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Prowl by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3454

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Laura's body is never found, but instead of continuing with his murder spree, Peter gets distracted by the scent of his mate. Stiles gets very distracted by the huge wolf that starts showing up at his house all the time.

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Author: Wynnebat

This author writes some really interesting, deep stories about Steter that are really beautiful.

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your last white lie (everything is not alright) by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4023

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles says yes, and things go downhill from there.

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reflect by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 569

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

(previously posted to tumblr)

When he dreams, he can sometimes still hear his mother’s voice, explaining it to him: Reflections are the price we pay for what we are.

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sentire by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1027

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

[to feel]

Stiles hears the whisper of death before it strikes.

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Author:

snowdarkred

This author writes some really intense, interesting stories about Peter and Stiles. Not as long as some fics are, but they're really good adaptions of Steter with a lot of feeling.

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The Striking Complication by aurevell on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27235

Chapters: 4/15

Summary:

The smile slips off Stiles’s face. “Hey, um. Why am I here?” he asks, voice unsteady. “I’m—I have this weird feeling like I shouldn’t leave you. I’ve felt all day like...” He can’t finish the thought.

Peter looks as surprised as Stiles feels. A strange expression passes over his face, there and gone before Stiles can decipher it.

Stiles snaps awake each morning with the sense that he’s missing something. Weirder still, he can’t wrap his head around his sudden, inexplicable trust in Peter Hale, who seems to know way more than he’s letting on. Nor can he guess why a half-remembered nightmare seems to haunt his every move.

Rinse and repeat. Because time loops suck, apparently.

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Author: aurevell

This author has 11 Teen Wolf fics under their belt. 5 Sterek and 6 Steter. Happy rummaging!

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the teeth right down to the blood by sazzafraz on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2133

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

‘We’re pretty fucked right now.’ Scott says. Stiles doesn’t speak but there’s something singing in his bones that says Scott got the message anyway. (In which both are bit and things are gruesome.)

This has a sprinkling of Scott/Stiles, Scott/Stiles/Peter, and Scott/Allison as well as Steter, but it's worth the read, a good story with an interesting concept.

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Author: sazzafraz

This author doesn't have that many Steter stories, although they do have a few. Although they do have some pretty lengthy Teen Wolf fics about other characters of the show.

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Everything goes (wow) by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8215

Chapters: 5/5

Part 1 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

It was supposed to go like this:

1. Peter summons demon to the circle.

2. Demon remains in said circle until Peter outlines their contract.

3. Demon agrees to elegantly crafted contract, becoming loyally bound to Peter and Peter alone.

Instead, the creature steps casually out of the circle, tosses its things onto the leather sofa, and starts immediately meddling in Peter’s immaculate space, touching all of Peter’s very expensive things.

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It's only by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2905

Chapters: 3/5

Part 2 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

“Darling, please don’t pout.”

“You’re pouting.” Stiles pouts, from the upper corner of the library, everything from his hip bones down an angry mass of hissing fangs and venomous chelicerae. “Why would we ever go back to that garbage town? Everyone there is the worst, the only good thing is the very rad and awesome curse I laid.”

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You are a memory by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 900

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the Little glimpse series

Summary:

If he has to bleed to breathe warmth back into Peter’s icy body, he will.

Because Peter’s done the same for him.

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Author: midmorning_bomb

This author has 16 Steter fics. A little unfriendly to some of the other characters, but it's only kind of obvious because it's not subtle about it, and not exactly underserved. Has some really interesting ideas as well as some kind, well developed Steter. Definitely have a read through.

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