#i was trying my best to smile and look friendly but we were both super awkward LMAO

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i love love love your writing and i have been waiting for your requests to be open!! can you please write a billy hargrove x reader story where he rejects her and then he regrets it and has to grovel?

Like she is super nice and friendly with everybody, and she can even get Billy to soften up to her. She's had a crush on Billy for the longest time like since he's arrives in Hawkins but he always is hooking up with somebody or flirting with somebody else. Then she notices that he's been alone for a couple of weeks and thinks this is her chance so she confesses to him and he lets her down gently because he doesn't feel the same (he so does but in his experience romance never lasts and he could never ever bear to lose her) and so she decides that having him as a friend is better than nothing.

But obviously she can't act the way she acted before and she starts distancing herself from him. No more grabbing his arm for security when the hallways are crowded. No more asking him for rides to and from school. No more chattering in his ear during lunch. Instead, she's doing those things with her best friend Steve or Eddie because they knew about her heartbreak and they're trying their best to be supportive.

And obviously he can tell right away that things are different and he's fighting the urge to shove Steve/Eddie away and take back his place next to you. He's trying to reach out and spend time with you and he doesn't care if he sounds desperate when he's doing so but she keeps blowing him off because she wants to get over him and she thinks he's just pitying her.

He finally snaps one night and sneaks into her room and tells her how he's been going crazy. She apologizes for being distant and says that she's moving on so that they can be friends. And Billy just says screw that and he doesn't care what he said before he just wants HER.

Sorry if this is a lot but I can't wait to read what you do with this!!!

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Relationship guy

Y/N and Billy had a touchy friendship. From afar they looked to be a couple, with the way they held hands, hugged, kissed each other's cheeks, and the way Billy would do anything for her. She was the only person in the world Billy had a soft spot for, that had to mean something.

There wasn't much time when they were apart. Billy was at her house first thing in the morning, the door open as he waited. The way he leaned against his car made her heart race every time. Then they arrive at school, and as usual, everyone is watching. They moved around the school and when people got too rowdy, Y/N would latch herself to Billy's arm.

"I got you," he smiled as he threw his arm over her shoulder. It wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.

Lunch was Y/N's favorite part of the school day. Not only because of no class but because she got to talk to Billy non-stop for those few moments.

"Do you think you'll win today's game?" Y/N asked, crunching down on Billy's ignored apple.

Billy scoffed, stuffing his face. "Duh, I'm on the team."

Y/N laughed and nodded, "Fair point, and Steve too!"

"Oh yeah because he does a lot," Billy rolled his eyes.

"Be nice, he is my other best friend," Y/N playfully lectured.

"Yeah, but we know I'm better,"

"In basketball or being a friend?" Y/N asked to clarify

"Both, babygirl," he winked.

The bell rang and they packed up their trash. Before they went separate ways for class, Y/N kissed Billy's cheek goodbye.

~~~

Y/N fell for him, of course. She had eyes for Billy ever since he moved to Hawkins, but he didn't have the eyes for her. His eyes looked at every girl that passed by him. Y/N never made a move because he was always sleeping around with a new girl, but lately, he seemed to be alone more than usual.

With his eyes not looking elsewhere, Y/N found a boost of confidence to ask Billy out.

They were lying in his bed listening to music when she turned to look at him. She took in his handsome features, studying how gorgeous he was up close. She watched as his lips formed a smile and he turned to look at her.

"Why are you staring at me?" he laughed, placing an arm under his head and propping himself up. He reached out and placed his arm over her waist. She smiled at the feeling, her heart racing.

"Have you ever seen me more than just a friend?" she asked, her stomach twisted as his smile slowly disappeared from his face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, licking his lips nervously.

She took a deep breath, cuddling closer into his warm body. He hoped she couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.

"I like you, Billy. I have for a long time but never said anything. Lately, you've been alone and it got me thinking maybe this is my chance to tell you."

Billy was in awe of her soft voice and the beauty of her heart. The truth was, he did like her. He was alone because no girl could get his mind off of her. She was the only person in his life that made him happy and he wasn't sure if he'd live if he lost her. He never tried to have a relationship so he had zero hope he would treat her the way she deserved.

"I think you are incredibly beautiful, inside and out. You've given my life a whole new purpose and I'm grateful to have you. I'm not a relationship guy and that won't change. I love you and hold a place for you in my heart, but in a friendly way." Billy said gently. He softly rubbed her hip as she sighed.

"If you were a relationship guy, would you go for me?" she asked, moving to look up at him. There was so much emotion in his blue eyes and she wished she could detect it.

"My first and only choice, baby," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Are you going to be okay? I really don't want to lose you as my friend," Billy admitted. He feared she'd pull away and he wouldn't blame her.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," she smiled. The rejection slightly hurt but she had a gut feeling Billy wasn't the boyfriend type anyway.

Billy hummed as a response. He moved to wrap both his arms around her, setting his head on hers as she cuddled into his chest.

~~~

Turns out she wasn't as okay as she thought she'd be. Spending all her time with Billy was fun and exciting. But now all she could think about was how badly she wanted more and how it would never happen. The kisses to her cheek that made her heart race were starting to make her stomach sour. And riding with him to and from school felt suffocating as his cologne filled the space.

She realized she would never be able to move on from him if she didn't change things. So, she figured creating a little distance would help her clear her head and heal her heart. Once she felt over him, they could resume their friendship and it wouldn't hurt her anymore.

Y/N got in Billy's car, her mind reeling. She was in deep thought and had been struggling with what to do.

"Steve is going to bring me home today," she said quietly. Billy turned down the music and turned to look at her. But she kept her eyes on the road as he drove.

"Oh, why?" He asked, moving his eyes back to the road. He ignored the ping of jealousy that ran through him.

"I think I need some space from you. Not in a bad way, it's just to help me. We'll still hang out and be best friends. I promise," she smiled. She reached over to place a comforting hand on his thigh.

Billy wanted to do what was best for her, but selfishly he didn't want space. He nodded and focused on the road, he hoped she couldn't see the water filling his eyes as he pulled into the parking lot.

~

The end of the day arrived and Billy could feel her lack of presence. He walked in the hallways alone, watching as she clung to Steve instead. She didn't sit with him at lunch, but that didn't stop him from staring at her the whole time. He dreaded driving home alone all day and he hated that it arrived. He also hated that her needing space meant everything changed.

He gave her a small wave as she drove by in Steve's car. His heart sped up as she excitedly waved back with a big smile. At least she still cared about him.

~~~

Billy tried to be patient with giving her space but after a week, he was ready to throw in the towel. He had to physically hold himself back from slamming Steve against the lockers whenever Y/N touched him. That was Billy's place. He fought the urge to sit at her new table, and beg her to gossip about her friends, anything to listen to her talk.

He missed driving with her, her smell in his passenger seat was slowly fading.

He sat on his bed as he held the phone to his ear, he hoped with everything in him that she would pick up.

"Hello?"

Billy smiled at the sound of her voice, "There she is, I've missed you," he admitted.

"I've missed you too, Billy," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Want to come over? We can order your favorite and watch those horrible movies you like," Billy offered.

"That sounds amazing, but I can't tonight. I'm sorry."

"That's alright, maybe next time," Billy said disappointed. The call ended shortly after and Billy slammed the phone down. He pulled at his hair as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He was mad, frustrated, and hurt.

"You okay?"

Billy looked up as hot tears streamed down his face. Max stood at his door with a worried expression, a look he'd never seen her have before.

"I'm fine," he snapped. He walked up and slammed his door. Max didn't take it personally, it was the first time she ever saw Billy cry.

"I know we aren't friends, but it's okay to be upset. It's okay to feel things other than anger." Max said before she walked away.

~

The more time they spent apart, the more desperate Billy got. The more he called, the more he begged. He didn't care if he sounded crazy or pathetic, all he wanted to do was see her.

She noticed all the attention, and it was hard to look the other way. But she knew she'd never get over the love she had for him if she went back. She couldn't talk to him without getting lost in his eyes, or be in the same car inhaling his cologne. She couldn't touch his skin and not think about how much she wanted to taste it.

She figured he was pitying her, trying to lessen the blow of rejection. She knew Billy cared about her and it was something he'd do, but it didn't help her. It only made it harder.

She went to turn off her lamp when she heard knocking on her window. Only one person went through her window so she prepared herself to see him again.

She quickly fluffed her hair and smoothed out her sleep clothes. She walked over and opened the curtain. She didn't say anything as she unlocked the window and let him through.

"I can't do it anymore. I tried and I want to do what is best for you but I can't do it anymore!" Billy ranted as he paced around her room. "I can't take the distance. It's selfish, I know but I am falling apart here."

"Billy," she sighed, "It's hard now but trust me, it'll help us in the end."

"No, it won't!"

"If we don't do this now, I will never get over you. It'll damage our friendship in the long run. I'll never be able to accept when you get a girlfriend or decide one day to get married. I'll be tortured and unhappy. I'm doing this for the future us," she explained. "This is the only way I'll be happy for you."

"I don't care about future us. I care about us right now. I care about you being in my life right now." Billy begged. She watched Billy walk around the room, tears building in his eyes.

"I can't have you in my life right now!" Y/N argued, "You don't understand how painful it is to be in love with someone who can't love you back."

"What if I can?" he whispered, she felt her anger come to a halt.

Y/N scoffed, "You said it yourself, you're not a relationship guy."

"I don't give a fuck what I said. It was all bullshit, okay? I'm scared and have no idea what I'm doing and I don't know if I'll be who you want me to be, but I don't care. I want you," he confessed. He walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. She felt her breathing pick up as he looked down at her, so much emotion in his eyes.

He leaned in and she followed, turning her chin up as she closed the gap between them. She sighed in bliss as his warm lips worked against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, desperately pushing her body against his. Kissing her was better than Billy imagined, she was sweet and soft. He wanted to beat himself up for waiting so long.

Needing air, he pulled away. He placed his forehead on hers, opening his eyes as he panted against her mouth. "I'm ready to be a relationship guy. I love you."

"I love you too, Billy," she smiled, placing her lips on his.

~

Billy couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he pulled up to her house. He got out of the car and opened her door. He crossed his arms as he waited for her to walk out.

"There's my girl," he whistled as she walked down the driveway. She rolled her eyes but blushed at the nickname. She greeted him with a kiss, loving the way he wrapped his arms around her to deepen it.

"Good morning to me," Billy said against her lips. She pulled away to smile. She got in the car and Billy followed.

His hand was on her knee the whole drive. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach ever since they kissed. She couldn't believe she and Billy were in a relationship.

They held hands as they walked into the school. He was happier than ever to have her by his side again, and this time as his girlfriend.

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Call me obsessed | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly. 

For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy. 

He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors. 

“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-” 

“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.” 

“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.

“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.

“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.

“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt. 

“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer. 

And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”

And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him. 

And he doesn’t judge. 

He’s in love with her too.

The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming. 

“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her. 

When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.” 

Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears. 

She was fucked.

Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.

Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.

“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.” 

“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer. 

“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.

Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks. 

“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips. 

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.

That was mean.

He knew that was mean.

He was having fun with it all. 

But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed. 

She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder. 

“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.

“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.” 

And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there. 

Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear. 

“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”

“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his. 

“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”

Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks. 

Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves. 

“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.

“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises. 

Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed. 

“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed. 

“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin. 

“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”

“I kinda like this new side of you.”

“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.

“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.” 

“I thought so too.”

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— Desired Reality - Uno.

A Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader Series

Summary : Six people who claimed to be from another universe arrived at the Avengers Tower out of nowhere. The fact that the group of people—NOVA—are essentially Avengers clones only serves to further complicate matters. The only unmistakable distinction between them is that they are of opposing sexes. How will things play out for the two groups of superhumans?

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings : Nothing that I know of.

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"Is this it?" A red headed male asked, looking around the unfamiliar yet familiar building in front of them. Nathaniel.

"If the smarties' calculations are correct, then supposedly, we are where we need to be." The youngest member of the team replied with a small sigh. Stephanie.

"Of course it's right, it's us. When are we ever wrong?" The richest member of the team snarked back, making sure to add a sassy eye roll. Antoinette.

"When you said everyone in our team is straight." The archer responded in a tone so flat that you could mistake it for a serious statement. Clarissa.

A chuckle erupted from the quietest member of the team. "She got you good this time." Brielle.

"Bite back, Ms. Snarky." The group's ray of sunshine egged on, wanting to see drama unfolding in front of her very eyes again. Theodora.

"You guys will seriously argue any chance you get, huh?" A white haired female said with annoyance. Everyone immediately stopped talking as if it was their mom scolding them. Y/n.

"Six people are exiting the building. Two on your right, Steph. Two on your left, Brie. And two directly in front of us." Everyone immediately went into full alert mode, ready to fight if necessary.

Just like you said, six people came out of the building. Surprise was immediately shown on the Avengers faces when they saw the six people standing outside the building.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, was the first to speak up. "Who are you?"

"Luke, I am your father." Antoinette said seriously, making direct eye contact with the super soldier.

"Luke? My name isn't Luke." Steve furrowed his brows in confusion as the group of strangers infront of them tries to stifle a chuckle.

"Idiot, it's 'No, I am your father.'" The archer of the younger team would never pass on an opportunity to piss the young billionaire off.

"No? He says 'Luke', you dumb bitch, not 'No'." Y/n let out a loud sigh once those words left Antoinette's mouth, knowing this will lead to a long fight again.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who didn't want to go through the banter between the two girls.

"We're you, from a different reality." Steph answered seriously and truthfully, stepping forward to hide the two girls arguing and ignoring the confused looks on the heroes faces.

Silence immediately enveloped them, the avengers trying to study the unfamiliar faces infront of them. You decided to break the silence, knowing that you all didn't have time for staring contests.

"I believe it's best if we speak about this matter inside." You said with a friendly smile, revealing your dimples on both cheeks. Your london accent also surprised everyone, but no one chose to comment on it.

"And how can we trust that you won't try to kill us?" Steve asked, stepping forward to try and intimidate the group.

"Cuff us then." A chorus of disbelieving 'what?!'s could be heard from the younger group. A raise of your right hand, however, was able to silence them.

That didn't stop the quiet cursing and swearing from your group however.

"So you're saying that, you're us, from a different universe?" Tony asked with furrowed brows. They were in the avengers meeting room, the younger heroes all had cuffs on their hands, much to their displeasure.

"Yeah. I'm you," Annie said as she pointed at Tony. "from another reality, wherein you're a gal."

"Wait, wait, wait. So what are your names then?" Clint asked reluctantly, crossing his arms as he stared at the cuffed heroes.

The Vigilantes all looked at you first, seemingly asking for approval from their 'leader' before revealing important information. When you nodded, Clint's counterpart broke the silence.

"I'm Clarissa Francesca Barton, they call me Claire. I'm you, Hawkeye."

"Stephanie Grace Rogers, Steph." Steve raised his brows in surprise at his supposed female counterpart.

"Roxanne Brielle Banner. Guess you can call me Brie." Bruce nodded at his counterpart who just raised a brow at him in response.

"I'm Theodora Odinson, you can call me Thea. Hi, Thor." Thor waved at the girl who smiled at him in return.

Everyone then looked at Annie, who raised a brow at them once she noticed their gaze. "What? I wanna go last."

She sighed before rolling her eyes. "The name's Antoinette Edelle Stark. It's Annie for short, not Toni, not Nette, not anything else."

Tony smiled in triumph when he confirmed that he looks good in every universe, despite being the opposite gender.

"I'm Nate." The only boy in the team said flatly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

"He's Nathaniel Alister Romanoff." You finished for him, ignoring the look of betrayal on his face.

"I'm Y/n Dawn Maximoff, according to our research, I'm Pietro Django Maximoff. I also have a twin," Your eyes shifted to Wanda, a look of understanding flashed in both their eyes. "His name was Walker Marco Maximoff."

"Wait— I appreciate knowing your names, but that doesn't prove anything, much more being from another universe." Steve asked, still cautious against them.

You sighed in annoyance, you didn't appreciate being asked multiple questions, especially again and again.

You stared at the keys of the handcuffs on the table away from you. You frowned and shifted your gaze to the cuffs on your hand, and suddenly it disappeared.

The avengers looked at you in shock, immediately going into a fighting position when you stood up. You raised your hands in the air to show you weren't doing anything fishy.

"Care to help us here, Y/N/N?" Annie said sarcastically, raising her hands that are still in cuffs.

You walk over to them and touched each of their cuffs that magically disappear each time. You walked over to Cap who backed away slightly. You scoffed and held out your hand that somehow now had all the cuffs.

"Take it, then I'll explain." You threw the cuffs at him, which he caught easily.

Nathaniel walked over to you and frowned, seeing that your wrist had red marks around them from the cuffs being too tight for you.

"Who placed cuffs on you? They need training or something." He said, adding a soft 'tsk' as he examined your wrists. Steve brows raised in surprise, obviously taking offense from that.

"I'm fine, Nate." You pulled your hands away from him and gave him a subtle glare for touching you.

"Anyways, as I was saying-"

"Are you two dating?" Your words were cut off by Natasha's sudden question. You raised your brows in shock, before smirking in amusement.

"Interested in my dating life, are we, Ms. Romanoff?" You asked, smirking teasingly. You saw a few of your members letting out a huff of annoyance hearing you flirting again. You chose to ignore them.

"No. We just don't appreciate having a couple in the team." She answered flatly. You tried reading her even if you knew very well you couldn't.

"But according to our research, you and Mr. Banner over there, had a small thing going on." You countered, raising a questioning brow at her. You didn't know why you even mentioned that, you and Nate really aren't a couple anyways. Maybe YOU are curious about her dating life.

Bruce cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn't let the obvious awkward tension in the room deter you, instead, you sat on the arm rests of Nathan's chair, crossing your arms as you look at the team boredly.

"Being romantically attached to someone doesn't affect my team's performance in the field, don't worry." You saw Steph and Nate giving you a thankful smile, which you gladly returned as a teasing one once you saw them holding hands underneath the table.

Silence overtook the meeting room. The avengers were trying to read you and your team, while your team were just relishing in the fact that you guys know I'm something that the older heroes don't.

"As much as I like the confusion on your faces, we'll have to tell you why we're here." You paused, looking at Steph, a silent cue for her to explain.

"Our universe is fucked. Someone fucked with us a week ago, they wanted to destroy our reality. Luckily, we were able to somehow freeze the entire timeline there. We need to go back in time to fix this mess, to be able to prepare, to avoid our universe from disappearing."

"So you want to create a time machine in this universe to travel back in time to your universe?" Steve asked, his brows furrowing even more than before.

"Yeah."

"Why us?" Natasha asked, raising a brow— specifically at Y/n.

"Why not?" You answered with a shrug. "We have 2 years to do it."

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Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 7

(A/N) Once again a bit shorter, but I think this was a good place to break. ALSO WHAT KINDA DRESS DO WE WANT TO WEAR? Send me some ideas if you want. (I'm definitely thinking high slit, so he can easily finger her during the car ride home. 😏) Also, I couldn't help myself with the Gordon Ramsay cameo.

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: kissies, fluff, Simon is fucking smitten, a lot of money spending

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

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When Simon told you that you’d go grocery shopping, you didn’t expect him to take you to the most exclusive wholesale supermarket that existed. To get in, you had to get a card, and to get that card you had to be super rich. But of course, Simon had one.

“Ah, Mister Riley, welcome.”

Even the staff was dressed as if you had just walked into a five-star hotel.

“Will you be needing a shopping assistant today?”

The woman at the front desk smiled and fluttered her lashes as she handed him a champagne flute, trying her best to look as desirable as possible. You couldn’t help but grumble some obscenities under your breath, just loud enough for Simon to catch, who quickly started chuckling. That brought the woman’s attention onto you, and suddenly, she no longer looked as friendly as before.

“Oh, and who is that?”

If looked could kill, the two of you would be having a battle for life and death, clashing swords and dodging each other’s blows. But when Simon wrapped his strong arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, a proud smile on his face, the woman’s eyes widened.

“My girlfriend. And no, we won’t be needing an assistant today, just a cart or two. And could you go ahead and issue my lovely lady a card as well?”

She smiled through clenched teeth and you couldn’t help but smirk at her, victorious in your little battle. While still trying to act as pleasantly as possible - in which she tragically failed - the woman asked for your name and date of birth, and once you gave both to her, she disappeared into the back, before reemerging with a slick, black card in her hand.

“Here you go, Miss.”

You gave her your best fake smile and took the card, placing it in your purse without even glancing at it. No way you would give her the satisfaction of geeking out over it, right in front of her.

Once everything was handled, Simon grabbed a cart and walked in, one arm still wrapped around your waist. As soon as you were out of eyesight of the woman, you pulled out the card again and marveled at it. When you started your business, you wished you had access to this store. But you knew that it would always be a dream…well until now.

“I can’t believe I have this.”

Your eyes were still fixed on the card, even while you were walking, and Simon had to pull you closer to keep you from running into things. He just watched you, amusement sparkling in his eyes, while he grinned.

“I’m glad you like it.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your head, before focusing on the task at hand. And after a bit more marveling, you did too.

As if he knew the layout of the store like the back of his hand, he led you to the baking supply section, where you realized, that maybe one cart wasn’t enough.

“Just take one of each, and tell me the amount you need, we’ll take care of everything at the checkout.”

You nodded and did as you were told, grabbing everything from flour and butter to sugar and decorations. By the end, the cart was overflowing with things, and you weren’t even done.

“Then I need fruits, vegetables, and meats.”

Simon glanced at you, while he was driving the cart through the store, already heading in the direction of the checkout.

“I have some people for that, we’ll go to them.”

You nodded, curious about his connections, but not saying anything.

At the checkout, Simon went through every item and the amount you needed, the clerk writing down everything he was saying before Simon asked him to have everything delivered to your bakery. The clerk confirmed the items once more and accepted Simon’s card as he handed it over. As the clerk was about to read out the total, Simon quickly clasped his hands over your ears, making sure you couldn’t hear it. You glared up at him, knowing that he was once again spending hundreds - if not thousands of pounds on you. Once it seemed to be safe, Simon lowered his hands and took his card and the receipt back, folding it and quickly hiding it in his pocket, so you couldn’t look.

The cart was taken away, and you had to admit that it felt weird walking out of the store empty-handed, but once you saw that car Simon and you had taken, you quickly realized why. It would never have fit.

As you were walking through the parking lot, you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eyes. But no, it couldn’t be.

“Is that Gordon Ramsay? Oh my god, I’m such a big fan.”

You whisper-shouted at Simon, who quickly turned to look in the direction you pointed, a smile spreading on his lips, as he started to steer you in that direction. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he just pulled you along as he approached the famous chef.

“Gordon!”

The man turned around, at first he looked confused, but once he got a good look at Simon, a smile spread on his face.

“Simon! How’re you doing, mate?”

Simon was mates with Gordon fucking Ramsay? Of course, he bloody was.

“Good good, just wanted to introduce you to my girl. She’s a big fan o’ yours.”

Shyly, you peeked out from behind Simon’s massive frame and waved at the chef. He smiled and reached out his hand.

“Oh, lovely to meet you, I’m Gordon.”

You quietly introduced yourself, slightly shaking from excitement.

Simon and Gordon chatted for a bit, keeping you in the conversation, and you slowly started to warm up. In the end, you were even joking with Gordon and you had stars in your eyes as he noted down your bakery’s address, promising to swing by.

“How about you come to the 1890 tonight? I’ll be there, cooking.”

Simon glanced at you, and when you eagerly nodded, he turned back to the chef.

“Of course, I’ll get one of my guys to babysit Millie and we’ll be there. Is eight okay?”

“Eight is perfect, see you then.”

He nodded at you, before walking into the store and disappearing. With your hand in his, Simon started to walk back to the car, chuckling as you practically bounced up and down next to him.

“I can’t believe I just met Gordon Ramsay. And he is coming by the bakery!”

You squealed in excitement before you realized that you lagged something for this evening.

“Si?”

He hummed, gently squeezing your hand as he typed something on his phone.

“I don’t have a dress for tonight.”

He hummed again, quickly opening the door to the passenger side and ushering you in, only closing said door, once you were all safe and buckled in. With quick strides, he rounded the car and jumped into the driver’s seat, putting on his seat belt, before pulling out of the parking lot.

“I know.”

That was all he said, as he continued driving. You frowned at him for a moment, wondering what he had planned, but you quickly gave up and decided to trust him. He wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself.

Just a minute into the drive, his free hand landed on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he kept his eyes focused on the road. Yeah, he wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself.

After about a half an hour's drive, he pulled into a parking space, right in front of one of the most luxurious boutiques you know and you already knew that this was going to be expensive. But you also knew that it was no use to complain, that was very clear.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you, helping you out, before wrapping an arm around you to keep you close. During the few steps it took to get to the boutique it felt as if the entire world was watching, as you felt more eyes on you than ever before. And you knew that most of them probably looked at you with jealousy, seeing the man by your side.

But he was yours. As you were his.

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off limits - part one

pairing: brother’s best friend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 coming soon

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You and Henry had a very complicated relationship. One that could not be explained without a bit of backstory. So, let’s start there…

Henry was best friends with Theo, your brother. You and Henry weren’t friends, but you were pretty friendly with each other. You had spent plenty of time together, but only with your brother around.

Henry and Theo had met in college and remained very close even as Henry started acting and gaining more fame, which brings the story to the night of Theo’s birthday party.

Theo always loved to go all out for his birthday. This year, he had rented out a rooftop lounge, which was the perfect location for all the people he invited.

You were currently waiting in the elevator, as it took up to the roof. You smoothed out your dress that you had picked for the occasion. It was a short little black dress that made you feel super confident.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little attracted to Henry. He was a very handsome man, but it was just a little crush that you never intended to act upon. He was your brother’s best friend, which made it so much more complicated.

The elevator dinged as you reached the top floor. The doors slowly opened, and as if your life was a movie, Henry was standing in front of the doors.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you looked at him. He had a white button up shirt on, with some basic black dress pants. He had no reason to look so good in such a simple outfit, but his shirt perfectly outlined his muscles. Let’s just say, you definitely noticed.

“Oh hey, you look great.” He said, lighting up as he saw you. You smiled shyly, “thank you, so do you.”

You stepped out of the elevator, and he stuck his hand out to hold it open. “I have to run down to my car for something, but I’ll be back.” He told you, smiling. You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll see you up here.” You told him, walking away.

The elevator brought you to a little lobby room that had a few benches and the bathrooms. You looked around and spotted the door to the rooftop.

As you walked out the door, your ears were met by the loud sound of the dj. You took a second to look around and admire all the decorations. There was a dj, a dance floor, a buffet, a bar, and even a photo booth.

The whole place was decorated with silver and gold decorations. You suspected your brothers fiancé, Sarah, had helped him with the decorations.

You surveyed for a second, trying to find somebody that you knew. You spotted Sarah standing a table eating some food. You walked over towards her, smiling and waving once she spotted you.

“Oh, you look so beautiful,” she complimented, pulling you into a hug. You thanked her and then returned the compliment. “The party looks amazing by the way, I assume you helped with the planning.” You told her.

She laughed and nodded her head. “Yep. I love your brother to death, but he doesn’t have a single planning bone in his body.” She told you, causing you both to laugh.

“So, where is the birthday boy?” You asked her. She scanned behind you for a second, and then let out a giggle. “I honestly don’t even have a clue. He went off to say hi to some people and he’s been gone for a while.” She said.

Your brother was not a planner, but he was definitely a people person and also the live of the party. “I’m sure he’ll turn up somewhere. I mean, we know he can’t resist a buffet.” You joked.

“That’s true. Oh, actually, I think I see him over there. I’ll be right back.” She said, excusing herself and walking over to your brother. As you expected, he was chatting with a bunch of his high school friends.

“There you are,” you heard someone say behind you, causing you turn around. You saw Henry standing there with two drinks in his hand. “A tequila sunrise is still your drink of choice, right?” He asked, handing you a glass.

You felt your heart melt over the fact that somehow over the years he had memorized your drink order.

“Yes, it is, but Henry, you didn’t have to buy me a drink. I feel bad,” you told him. He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. “Don’t even worry about it, it’s fine,” he assured you.

You frowned at him, but he expected it. He knew you had always been stubborn, but it never stopped him. “You sure I can’t pay you back?” You double checked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head again.

“Fine, but I’m buying the next round.” You told him. He knew not to push his luck any further and agreed. “So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while. Didn’t you just finish filming that movie?” You asked him.

He nodded his head. “Yep, we just finished shooting last week. I’m gonna miss it, but it’s nice to just relax for a little bit.” He explained.

“Well, I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it will be amazing.” You complimented him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you like you were speaking another language. “What?” You asked, giggling at the perplexed look on his face.

“You actually watch my movies?” He asked you, still looking stunned. You let out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean? Am I not allowed to watch them?” You asked, still amused.

He quickly shook his head. “No no, I’m just flattered is all.” He explained. You could feel your cheeks heat up. THE Henry Cavill was flattered because you watched his movies.

“Well don’t go and get an ego now, we don’t need you getting a big head.” You teased him. He let out a soft chuckle. “I promise.” He assured you.

You couldn’t get the smile off of your face, and you felt like a giddy teenager.

Then, you felt two hands grab your shoulders, causing you to jump. You turned around to see Theo standing behind you. “Happy birthday,” you said, smiling and pulling your brother into a hug.

Then, he moved to Henry and gave him a hug as well. “So, you keeping my baby sister entertained?” Theo teased. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Oh shush, I’m two years younger than you.” You said, playfully nudging Theo with your arm.

You both may have been full grown adults, but you could never get rid of your big brother, little sister dynamic.

“She’s been keeping me company.” Henry said, smiling as he looked at you.

“Yeah, we were just talking about how your birthday parties have gotten so much better since Sarah started helping you plan them.” You teased. Theo jokingly scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood,” he told you.

“And why’s that?” You asked, cautious of his answer. “Well, mom may have let it slip to grandma that you broke up with Andrew.” He told you, holding back a laugh. Your jaw dropped as you felt the panic set in.

“Oh god, now I’m gonna get the when I was your age, I was married and had three children already talk.” You said, sighing. This earned a laugh from both Theo and Henry. “Yep, good luck with that. Love you,” Theo said, walking away to go mingle with more people.

You turned back to face Henry. “Andrew was the guy who wore too much plaid, right?” Henry asked. You couldn’t help but giggle as you nodded your head. “Yeah, he was the one at that barbecue my mom had. I think you met him.” You told him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, referencing the breakup. You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I mean, I really liked him, up until he started flirting with a bunch of women in front of me.” You explained.

Henry nodded his head, understanding. “Well, it sounds like you dodged a bullet. You can do better than some douchebag.” He told you, placing his hand on your forearm and rubbing his thumb back and forth. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you got butterflies as he comforted you.

Then, to perfectly interrupt the sweet moment, Henry’s phone started ringing. “Excuse me, it’s my mom. I need to take this.” He politely excused himself.

You spotted some people across the party that you knew through Theo and started to walk towards them. Then, you made eye contact with your grandmother. She made a beeline straight for you.

“Hi, grandma. It’s so nice to see you,” you said, giving her hug as you prepared for the oncoming speech. “Hello there, sweetie. Your mother mentioned that you broke up with your boyfriend.” She said, wasting no time.

“Yes, I did.” You admitted, taking a deep breath before her lecture began. She began rambling and covered all the topics: how you had no boyfriend, how your brother was getting married and you weren’t, and even prodding you to get busy and have kids.

You sat there, silently nodding as continued rambling, barely taking a breath. Over her shoulder, you noticed Henry talking to a friend. You both locked eyes.

Your facial expression must have made it clear you were miserable because you saw him chuckle to himself. You focused back on your grandmother, but you had started to zone out the words she was saying.

You snapped back into reality when you felt a hand on your arm. You realized Henry was standing next to you. “Excuse me, can I borrow her for a moment?” Henry said, looking at your grandmother. Her eyes lit up as her mind ran wild, thinking there was something romantic going on between the two of you.

“Yes, of course.” She said, smiling. Henry continued to hold onto your arm as he led you over to the bar. You both reached the bar, and you turned to face him. “Thank you so much, you are my savior. I swore she was going to keep talking forever.” You said, holding onto both of his hands.

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’ve become pretty familiar with the family interrogation about your love life.” He told you. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. “You expect me to believe that you’re single?” You asked, shocked.

A smile slipped onto his face. “And the flattery continues, you might be a little too dangerous for my ego.” He told you. Just like that, the butterflies returned to your stomach. You lightly hit his arm. “You know what I mean. You just never think that movie stars have a hard time finding a girlfriend.” You explained.

Henry wasn’t done teasing you yet though. “I know it’s hard to believe that we’re just regular people,” he joked, in his most dramatic voice. You rolled your eyes as you giggled to yourself.

You waved down the bartender and ordered drinks for you and Henry. As you waited, you caught Henry staring at you. “What?” You asked, almost worried you had something on your face.

“I just realized that this is the first time we’ve ever spent time together, just the two of us.” He told you. You thought about it and realized he was right. “So, are you realizing you picked the wrong sibling to be best friends with and that I’m way more interesting than my brother?” You joked.

He chuckled and looked down at his feet. “You do make pretty good company. The two of us should hang out more.” He told you, honestly.

The bartender placed down your two drinks. Before Henry could attempt it, you handed the bartender some cash. You held up your finger, stopping Henry from protesting.

“I owe you for saving me back there.” You told him. He thanked you and held up his glass. You clinked your glass against his own. “To new beginnings,” you said, smiling.

You both took a sip from your drinks, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

You had always been attracted to Henry, but this was the first time you were realizing how fun he was to just spend time with.

Henry caught a glimpse of your grandmother walking towards you both. He quickly grabbed your wrist and led you around to the side of the bar where you both couldn’t be seen.

“Was she coming back?” You asked, knowing exactly why he had done what he did. He nodded his head. “I swear, that woman is 80 years old, but her vision is still good enough to find the one person avoiding her from across a party.” You said, laughing. Henry laughed at your joke, almost choking on his drink.

Nothing made you feel more confident than making Henry laugh. It made you feel invincible.

You noticed a gate that let you go to the backside of the bar. You grabbed Henry’s hand and pulled him behind you as you lightly pushed the gate open.

It revealed a whole back private part of the rooftop. There was one of those electric fire pits surrounded by chairs and some other places to sit scattered around. The area was completely empty of people.

You kept Henry’s hand in yours as you walked over to one of the loveseats that was next to the fire pit. You took a seat and Henry kneeled down to flip the switch on as the flames quickly appeared.

He stood up and then sat down next to you. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. The fire provided a soft warmth that made you feel cozy.

You felt like your body was moving without your control as you leaned your head onto Henry’s shoulder. You didn’t know that Henry’s heart skipped a beat as you did it. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous with the light from the fire reflecting on your face.

He moved his arm to rest it along the back of the seat. “It’s a really beautiful night.” You told him, admiring some of the stars in the sky.

“It is,” he agreed, “I’m glad I got to spend some time with you.” He let his arm move to wrap around your shoulders.

You were almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his arm wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, cautiously. You picked your head up from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. He moved his hand to rest on your thigh, sending goosebumps over your whole body.

Before he could even ask his question, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. He wasted no time kissing you back. Within seconds, your hands were in his hair and his arms were wrapped around your waist.

His lips felt like heaven on yours. You hummed contently against the kiss, only encouraging Henry more. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, so you were straddling him.

You heard him groan against the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip.

You both seemed to have the same thought cross your minds at the same time, as you both pulled out of the kiss. You put your hands on his chest, keeping him from kissing you again.

“We shouldn’t,” you said, using all your effort to stop yourself. “I know.” He replied, simply.

You quickly got off his lap and stood up. “I should get going anyway. I have a flight to catch in the morning.” You said, trying to leave as soon as possible.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. “Wait, can I at least walk you to your car?” He asked you. You slowly nodded your head. He let go of your hand. Both of you knew exactly how complicated this was.

You both walked towards the elevators in silence. Neither of you said a word, until you got to your car.

You went to reach for your car door, but Henry stopped you. “Hey, I don’t want this to make things awkward between us.” He told you, honestly.

“What are we supposed to do? We both clearly like each other, but it would make things way too complicated with Theo.” You told him. He nodded his head. “I know that. Trust me, I wish you weren’t his sister. This would be so much easier. Can we at least just be friends?” He asked you.

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing how to respond. “I don’t know, Henry. I don’t know if I can ignore the way I feel about you. We can’t let anything romantic happen between us, so it might be easier to not spend anytime together.” You told him.

He shook his head. “Neither of us want to avoid each other. We both get along really well, can we just try being friends?” He asked you. You thought about it for a second and eventually nodded your head.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow then,” he said, opening your door for you.

“Goodbye, Henry.” You said, smiling at him as you got in your car.

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Check my heart - ch 4

hello all,

here we are with ch 4...

CW: panic attacks

Ten more days had elapsed and the Hawks had returned from summer camp. Rowan had met with all of them on their first practice day but coach Gavriel had kept him aside and they had followed together a much lighter training routine. While in the changing room he had kept his headphones on and listened to music and that settled him, but as soon as he removed them and stepped on the ice and saw the team training, his heart started racing. He watched Aedion crash against the boards and he flinched at the sound of his body smacking hard against the signs. 

On that day he was in his finest suit and the team was holding a press conference and then a fan meet-up on the ice. 

Elide met him half-way through the conference room “hey, you ready? We can’t have the captain hiding.”

“Yeah,” he said very quietly.

“Ro, the press will go bonkers at seeing you again. Just remember to breath and just tell them that recovery is going well and that you will be at the friendly game with Perranth.”

He took a deep breath to relax his nerves.

“Baby and I root for you.”

She then disappeared and Rowan forced his feet to move towards the news room where his team was likely waiting for him.

In the room he found his team all dressed impeccably “here you are, we were just waiting for you,” Gavriel reached him and patted his shoulder then he turned to his team “ok, none of us like press conferences but we have to. We do this and then have fun with the fans on the ice.”

“I am offended,” added Elide with a smile “I organise these interviews and all you want to do is go back on the ice.”

Lorcan walked to his wife “it’s what we do best,” a soft kiss on her head.”Go, you overgrown brutes.”

*

Aelin sat down on one of the seats that Elide had reserved for her and a moment later a woman with dark hair landed at her side “tell me again why are we watching a press conference for the hockey team?”

“Lys, Elide invited me and you try and say no to a pregnant woman.”

Lysandra was another figure skating coach. She had been a figure skater too but had retired a few years prior after she had denounced her partner Hamel. They were a figure skating pair and were quite successful, but he had wanted more and had started becoming violent. She denounced him and in the end he got kicked out, but no one else seemed to want to skate with her so in the end she retired and Aelin offered her a job as coach for the pairs they had in their team.

“So, any cute player?”

Aelin shrugged “I only know Whitethorn, Lorcan and Aedion of course.”

“Oh yes, the captain, you two have spent a lot of time on the ice.”

“Just training.”

Silence fell and the team walked in and the flashes of the cameras started to go off wildly.

Lorcan walked in first, followed by Aedion and then the rest of the team. Rowan came in last and that’s when the reporters went mad all trying to snatch a photo of the elusive captain.

Aelin waved at her cousin Aedion and he smiled back at her.

“Who is the blonde guy?”

“Which one?”

“The one beside Lorcan.”

Aelin chuckled “that’s Aedion, he is my cousin.”

Lysandra turned to her friend in shock “you have a cousin in the THL and never told me?”

“We don’t see each other much, we are both so busy and you know I don’t follow anything hockey related.”

“Well, we could start watching it for the hot guys.”

“Aedion is single if you are interested.”

“Oh yes, I am.”

Aelin followed Rowan sit in the centre of the team formation. Coach Gavriel made a speech and introduced again the team. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. During the past ten days they had been training together more regularly. He had admitted that the varied training was helping with his form too. She had taught him some more basic jumps and he had shown her a few more aspects of the game but she still found hockey super confusing.

She listened to the reporters ask all sorts of questions to Rowan about his accident, the recovery and his training. Gavriel filtered some of them when Rowan refused to answer and she could see that he was struggling. She knew how he felt, the sensation of anguish, of panic rising and the memories of the pain coming back. Aelin had noticed that the music had helped him to relax during their training sessions and that had been her salvation. Music had helped her go back on the ice and face the fear.

“So captain, does this mean you will be ready for the pre-season game against Perranth?”

She saw Rowan nod “yes, as I said, I have been training during the summer.”

“Your injury was quite severe, do you think you are fit to go back?” Asked another reporter.

Rowan froze and then stood abruptly, abandoning the conference room.

“Stay here.” She said to Lys and ran after him.

She found Rowan in the Hawks changing room, sat on the bench hunched over with his head in his hands.

“Rowan.”

At her voice he looked up and she knew he was having a panic attack.

“I can’t.” He breathed “Aelin, I…”

She sat on the bench at his side “breath in…. And out. Slowly.”

Rowan did as told and she noticed his hands relax the fists “good.”

“I hated reporters too.” She confessed leaning back against the wall “once one had the guts to tell me that some of my landing on that day had been sloppy.”

“I had been competing with 39C fever that I had hidden from my coach. I was so unwell, but I still wanted to compete and I made second.”

Rowan turned his head “you competed with a fever?”

“I know, the moment my arse was back in the changing room I fainted. Not my brightest moment.”

She heard a chuckle coming from his lips and hoped that with than silly story she had helped “don’t tell me that you have never competed with an injury?”

“Once during training in my slacks I fell and cut my leg. I sneakily treated it and hid it from the coach. It was painful and the edge of the skates was murder. I played one of my worst game ever and I caught so much grief from coach.”

Rowan let out a deep sigh “Elide is going to kill me, and then Lorcan is going to bring me back to life and kill me again for upsetting his pregnant wife.”

Aelin chuckled “Elide is scary on a normal day, but pregnant and hormonal Elide is verging on terrifying.”

A pause “do you feel better?”

“Thanks.”

They remained in silence sitting side by side until they heard the sounds of the team returning. It was the time for the big shindig with the public and they had to change and get ready “I’ll be out there with Lys and Elide.”

She winked at him and disappeared.

As he expected coach gave him grief for running away, but Rowan explained that he had grown tired of people questioning him about his injury. Gavriel had quickly dismissed him and ordered him to get ready for the public.

Rowan went to his cubby and started changing.

He listened to the chatter of his team in the background and laughed at Fenrys admitting he had to primp up for the fans. Rowan had his fans, but Fenrys was the one really adored by the crowds. The goalie had also a reputation of collecting puck bunnies as if they were trophies. He was adored by the masses and was the one team member who loved the attention of the reporters. He and Lorcan were the two most introvert of the team. 

He wore his full gear and his jersey and he waited for the spark of excitement before a game but nothing happened. Before heading out he looked at his phone and saw a text from his dad saying that he was there with his mum and Maya. That cheered him instantly.

Fenrys stood on the door  of the tunnel and bumped fists with everyone. It was their ritual. His team filed through, then it was Lorcan’s turn and finally him “Hey cap, let’s have a fun day, okay?”

Rowan nodded and bumped his fist against Fen’s big goalie pads.

As soon as he stepped on the ice a roar of voice echoed in the arena. The tickets for the special event had sold out quickly. He turned around and waved at the public and smiled when he saw his mum and dad and Maya in the VIP seats right behind the benches. Of course his dad had pulled all the stops to get special seats even for an event like this. During the regular season he would always   watch the games from there and Maya and his mum where always accompanying him. 

He waved at the public like his team mates and he laughed when he saw Fenrys bowing to the public like a proper diva. The man loved the spotlight.

He removed his caged helmet and stepped forward, letting his blonde hair flow “welcome Orynth to our annual pre season special night. Are you ready to have some fun?”

The crowd screamed yes and Fenrys encouraged them to get louder.

“First of all, let’s all welcome back our captain,” he skated to Rowan and pushed him forward “He is a bit shy, but he is happy to be here.”

Rowan waved, but his gaze never left Maya. She had a big sign reading Rowan is my dad! And the number 43 below it. She was cute and his heart melted at the sight. 

“And look at the little one supporting her father,” Fenrys took a step forward and went to the benches signalling to Alasdair to bring Maya down to him. Rowan glared at Fenrys but the man was on a roll. 

Fenrys took Maya from her grandfather and took both of them on the ice.

When the little girl reached her dad the crowd went wild.

*

Aelin watched from the seats with Elide and Lysandra “Maya is such a cutie patootie.”

“Oh look at you, brooding already.” Added Elide swooning.

Aelin had a burning question to ask but was not sure if she could. She was curious about the mother. When Rowan was not available it had been Alasdair to come and pick up the little girl but she never saw a mother figure. 

“El, can I ask you something?”

The woman nodded.

“What about Maya’s mum? It’s either Rowan or his parents to pick her up or drop her off.”

Elide froze at her side “That is not my story to tell, Ae.”

“But you know.”

She scoffed “not only I am the PR manager, I am also Lorcan’s wife and he is Rowan’s best friend.” She explained “while you avoid all things hockey, I know all of them quite well. If Rowan wants to tell you he will, but I am not betraying any confidence.”

“Darn, I was looking forward to some gossip.”

Elide ignored her and went back watching what was happening on the ice. The Hawks had split in two teams and were playing a short game for the fans.

Aelin watched carefully trying to figure out the game.

“They usually don’t play 3 on 3.” Explained Elide “there are usually 5 men on the ice and the goalie and a lot more on the bench to cover and switch throughout the game.”

Aelin was confused “They have lines and shifts. Each line works in shorts shifts. You will see guys skating to the bench and climb in while another climbs out. In hockey you have unlimited changes.”

“Confusing.”

Elide shook her head “they can’t stay on the ice too long. It’s very demanding and they need to rest.”

“Oh, poor babies.” Added Aelin in mockery but Elide did not appreciate.

“Ae, it’s very demanding. Lorcan is shattered after a few back to back games. You should really come and watch a game.”

“No thanks, this one is enough for me.”

Elide let out a frustrated breath “Ae, just because at uni you dated an idiot of an hockey player in Adarlan, does not mean they are all like that. Chaol was a jerk and then got his when the was demoted to a minor league.”

“All I heard for two years was hockey, hockey and bloody more hockey. He loved the sport more than me. The bastard almost never came to see me compete.”

“I know, but they are not all of them like that,” she nodded to Fen “well, maybe him, but he has his types and he is always very clear that he is not interested in anything serious. “

“What about Aedion?’ Asked Lysandra who had been silent at their sides watching the game transfixed, her eyes on the blonde player “he seems like a decent man.”

Elide smiled “Aeds is a true gentleman.”

Lys clapped her hands “Any chance I can meet him? I want to shake those big hands of his.”

Aelin turned at her friend with a disgusted face “Lys, he is my cousin and you made that sentence sound so dirty.”

“Because it was…”

Aelin fell silent on her seat and tried to watch the game unfolding in front of her. Maybe Elide was right. Maybe she was stubborn for nothing and letting Chaol’s behaviour affect her opinion on hockey.

“Fine El, can you get me a ticket for the Perranth game?”

Her friend smiled “Oh, us three ladies are going to sit right behind the bench and have fun.”

Aelin took a deep breath and tried to believe her friend.

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[sunnyie-eve]

17 | Bonding

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

Both Chris and Dani had been at the mall for the past two hours shopping, eating junk food, and just walking around. At the moment they were shopping again and Dani was trying on a dress but she had been taking sometime.

"Dani you goo in there?" Chris knock's on the dressing room door.

"No, I'm struggling and I'm about to scream." She huffs popping her neck tilting her head side to side as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"How hard is it to put on a dress?" He laughs so she opens the door giving him a look, "Do you need my assistances?" He asks with a smile.

"Get your ass in here." She growls so he laughs joining her.

"How can I help you?"

She turns around so her back will face him, "I've been trying for 10 minutes to pull this damn zipper up. I have bent my arm at every angle to try to get the damn zipper, but it's no use."

"Why didn't you ask for help earlier?" He takes the zipper pulling it all the way up for her then hooks the little hook as well for her.

"I was determined but I failed." She turns back around to face him, "Obviously, and thank you." She looks at herself in the mirror, "What do you think?"

"Huh..." He studies the dress it was a short Rhinestone Ruched Chain Cami Dress, "I would prefer it in red."

Dani tosses her head back giggling, "I meant does it look cute? In a few weeks the company is having a party and I need a dress."

"Yeah, but I still would choose the red one."

"Well, the theme color is silver so I can't pick the red one." She lets him know, "Also I'm not getting the dress to wear for you so why would I pick the red one?" She tries not to smile but fails.

Chris crosses his arms, "Huh, have fun unzipping the dress alone." He reaches for the door so she stops him.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry."

"I don't know, that's not good enough." He shakes his head at her.

"Come on, Chris..." She huffs.

"Say I'm the best looking guy you know." He taps the tip of her nose.

"Chris Sturniolo, you're the best looking guy I know." She smiles then turns her back to face him, "Now please?"

Chris laughs unzipping it for her, "And yes it's cute for the party. You look great in it." He leaves her to go look for the red version of the dress to buy for her but he wasn't gonna let her know yet.

After a bit more shopping the two decided to go eat as they stood outside it was getting chill with the sun going down. Silently removing his own jacket, Chris wraps it around her shoulders, "You're shriving like a chihuahua." He laughs at her.

"What about you?"

"I'm used to super cold weather so don't worry about me." He stepped behind her so the natural heat coming from his body could push towards her.

"Who knew you could be a gentleman?"

"Please, Dani. I'm a mama's boy of course I'm a gentleman." He wraps his arms over her shoulders, fully pressing his chest to her back rocking them side to side as they wait in line to get in and eat.

"Oh, look who it is?" They both turn their heads to see Hallie with her new boyfriend, who was a step up from Tanner.

"Oh great..." Dani leans her head back on Chris.

"Thought all of you guys were just friends?"

"We are." Chris tells her, "There's nothing wrong with friendly cuddles as we wait in line." He adds.

"Oh so her and Matt are the ones with a thing then?"

"No, no one has a thing with anyone." Chris lets go of Dani to take her hand into his, "Let's just get take out so Matt and Nick can eat too." He leads them off.

They stop by to pick up pizza to take home for everyone to eat and by the time they got home, Nick went off on the two for never checking in while they were out all day.

"Oh hush and get a slice of pizza." Dani puts the box on the table as Chris puts their bags in each room.

"Did you guys have fun?" Matt asks getting his plate.

"Yeah, until we saw Hallie at a restaurant we were gonna eat at. I was cold so Chris gave me his jacket and wrapped his arms around me to give me warmth because to him I was shaking like a chihuahua. So when she saw us she went on about me having a thing with you two." Dani gets a drink out of the fridge.

"You don't have a thing with either of us."

"Exactly, but not to her." Dani's eyes start to water.

That shit really bugged her and earlier Dani was all big talk. All the stuff people say online does get to her but tries not to show it. It was all just a tough act because as soon as she was alone she would cry abut it.

Matt walks up behind her leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder as he wraps his arms around her, "It's okay to let it all out. No one here is going to judge you." He words make her start to cry so she turns around to hide her face into his chest so he rubs her back as he holds her close to him.

As Chris walks into the kitchen he was confused as he sees Matt comforting Dani. When Nick comes back down from getting his phone he sees the two ass well. Nick doesn't wait a second walking over to join the hug to comfort her as well. Both look over at Chris so he joins as well.

"See we're all here for you." Matt tells her.

In the middle of the night, Dani laid in bed tossing and turning thinking about all the shit online and how she feels and how she feels stupid crying in front of the three.

Looking over at the time it was 2:33am and the odds of Matt being awake was a 50/50 chance but she was gonna take it.

At Matt's door she lightly knocks on it before peaking in to see Matt on his phone looking over at the door, "What's wrong?" He sits up getting worried since it was super late.

"Nothing." She steps into his room shutting the door behind her, "I know it way late but I wanted to thank you." She stands there awkwardly.

"For earlier? You don't need to thank me."

"I might not need to but I want to. So, umm, thank you. I'm gonna go now. Night." She turns to open the door but he jumps out of bed to stop her.

"Why did you want to thank me?" He grabs her wrist stopping her from opening the door.

"Oh, I'm just not used to what you did and said. That's why I wanted to thank you." She explains as she lets go of her wrist. "Night." She leaves his room going back to hers.

As she gets in her bed turning off her lamp and getting comfortable, Matt enters her room sitting in the other side of the bed turning on the other lamp, "What do you mean you're not used to what I did and said?"

Dani sits up looking at him sighing, "Exactly what I said, I'm not used to it."

"What? Colby's never done that? Told you it's okay to cry and let it all out about what you go through?" He asks shocked.

Dani looks down at her hands, "No," She glances over at him, "Because I never show it affects me and he believes that."

Matt was speechless, "I haven't even known you for a whole month yet and I could tell it does. How does your own brother not see it?"

Dani stays quiet so Matt just looks at her waiting for a response but she never gives one, "I'm really tired, Matt." She lays down hoping he would just leave her room.

Except he doesn't do that. He turns off the lamp getting in bed next to her pulling her back into his chest to comfort her causing her to cry.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This may be an out-there one but stick with me for a sec! I remember Leona going off to Jamil about how Kalim’s best asset is that he’s friendly and he knows how to use that to sway people whether he knows it or not. With that in mind, may we see Kalim’s magical charms work on Maleficia?

Consider this interaction as a part 2 to this one! They just happen to flow together really well.

P.S. For no reason at all, you should totally go read Jade's School Uniform vignette :))

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

A single spot of sunshine lit up all of Diasomnia's dank, gloomy lounge.

Kalim, a gargantuan smile plastered on his face, was seated at a table, playfully swinging his legs back and forth. He had with him a portable stove and a tea set, both ridiculously fine and expensive. His friend Silver would soon be there, and the two would delight in sharing an afternoon snack and catching up on one another's lives.

I wonder when he’ll get here! Kalim thought, angling his head toward the doors that spilled into the room. He said he was meeting up with his dad first, so maybe they’ll come together?

From a corridor came faint voices, low and calm, like lost souls afraid to startle their own shadows. The shapes of two people extended along a stony wall, green candlelight haloing them as they approached. Their forms steadily grew larger and larger until they had, at last, consumed all light.

"Silver?" Kalim called as he hopped out of his chair.

A pair entered the lounge, chasing away the sun in favor of the stars. Cloaked in black and pale-faced, inhuman horns protruding from their heads, they heralded in the night and bad dreams like the monsters from under one’s bed.

Kalim greeted them with cheer anyway.

“It’s you, Malleus!! You’re with your family today, huh?” he cried out, excitedly waving at the duo. “Didn’t think I’d run into you. Usually you’re so hard to find for meetings!"

“Asim. I had not expected to encounter you myself.” The corner of the prince's mouth lifted into a slight smirk. "Perhaps you've not looked hard enough."

"Gahahah! I'll try harder next time then!"

“Who might this be, Malleus?”

“Excuse me.” His eyes slid to the woman beside him as gestured toward Kalim. “Grandmother, I give you Kalim Al-Asim, a fellow dorm leader. Asim, my grandmother, and current queen of Briar Valley.”

“Your grandma?!” Kalim’s exclamation echoed off the cavernous walls. There was no effort to conceal his shock, not in tone nor in face. “Whoa, I never would have known…! I thought she was your sister or something! You look a lot alike.”

Maleficia chuckled darkly. “We fae mature quite differently than humans. Our true age rarely shows.”

“So you look a lot younger than you actually are? That’s so cool!” Kalim laughed, oblivious to his own brashness as he ran his mouth. “There’s someone in my year level that’s kind of like that too. Have you met Riddle? He looks small but he’s actually super smart and responsible! I really look up to him!”

Maleficia nodded as she patiently listened in.

Next to her, Malleus slowly surveyed the room, then allowed his gaze to drift back to Kalim. “If I may ask, where have your own relatives, Asim? Were they not to accompany you today?"

“Oh, that!! Only dad could make it this year. He had to take an important business call, so he said go hang out with some friends and he’ll catch up with me later!”

Kalim indicated the canister beside his tea making supplies. “He brought back a new blend from one of his trading partners. It’s a rare tea made with petals and buds from the Queendom of Roses and Briar Valley. That’s where Silver’s from, so I wanted to share it with him!”

“A tea made in part with plants from the Briar Valley, you say…” Malleus cradled his chin in one hand. “Most intriguing. Our kingdom is a small, isolated one. It is not often that our culture is able to merge with that of another."

“The Queendom of Roses is the country east of our continent,” Maleficia said sagely. "It is not only known for its roses, but all kinds of flowers that blossom in the springtime. Being that our Briar Valley is more northward, our flora tends to be much hardier than that of the Queendom."

"That means your flowers and theirs are different somehow, right? It's neat how someone thought to bring roses from two completely different places together!" Kalim grinned widely. "It's like going to a feast where each guest brings a dish from their culture so everyone can have a taste of where they come from.”

Maleficia stared at the young man, her expression indiscernable.

“Oh yeah, if you guys are interested in it, you can try some!” Kalim offered.

Malleus cocked his head. "I believe you stated that your intention was to share the tea with Silver?"

"Don't be shy! It's my treat, and there's plenty to go around! I'll go and brew it. Take a seat while you wait!"

“Hmm, if you are offering… I suppose it would be rude of us to refuse your thoughtful invitation. Grandmother?”

“No objections.”

The Draconias slunk to the table and sat, their lithe forms melded with the quilted leather chairs. They looked right at home with their refined posture, commanding the lounge from their thrones without so much as lifting a finger.

Kalim appeared like nothing more than an attendant in the powerful presence of royalty, buzzing about and fiddling with various tools as he set to making the tea.

Removing the lid off of his kettle, he poured in enough water to fill most of the vessel up. Kalim set it upon the portable stove and cranked the heat up. A soft electric hum started, and the flat disc upon which the kettle sat slowly warmed.

“What a strange device," Malleus mused, his brows creasing at the various dials and settings on the stove. "Would it not be more efficient to prepare the tea with magic? A single puff of fire breath would also suffice to hasten the tea."

"Probably! But you two are my guests. It's my job to feed you and make sure you're enjoying yourselves! This is my way of doing that."

As he talked, Kalim kept his hands in motion. He popped the cap off of his cannister, scooping out unassuming mounds of dried leaves and flowers and letting them fall into each teacup. First, the queen's, then Malleus's, and himself last.

"In my home country, guests are always served before the host. It's to welcome people into our homes. 'You're my friend, and I respect you. I want to honor you with food and drink, to treat you like you're a member of my family.' That's the feeling behind it!"

“I see. So this is the hospitality that comes specifically from the Scalding Sands.” A small smile formed on Malleus’s lips. “I do recall similar kindness from my trip to Silk City. The people of the Scalding Sands are very friendly and warm, much like the sun.”

“The times have certainly changed,” Maleficia remarked. “Back in my day, the children of man were not quite so open-minded. To invite fae to any gathering was to invite danger—such was the common sentiment.”

“Ahhh, that’s too bad. Being left out of a party never feels good!” Kalim let a rare frown appear. “I guess I never realized how lucky I am to live in a time where all kinds of people can be friends.”

The kettle rattled on the stove, a high-pitched whistle erupting from its spout. He swiftly removed it by the handle, and set to pouring hot clear liquid into Maleficia’s cup, then Malleus’s, and his own. Curtains of steam rose up, hiding his features as he chewed on his thoughts.

“Silk City wasn’t always as big as it is now,” Kalim finally said. “My ancestors found a way to use the waterways for trade. It connected us to new information, goods, and people. Then over time, the population grew into the big community we know today.

“Things changed a lot! I’m thankful that they did, because that means all of us can experience so much more together, like this tea. The world really opened up to us.”

The leaves and rosebuds started to unfurl, their colors and flavors seeping into the hot water. A subtly sweet, mellow scent wafted up, filling the lounge with a flowery perfume.

“Indeed, it has.” Maleficia agreed. “Our Briar Valley is set in its ways, yet the world around it seems to constantly shift. I did not think I would live to see the day a child of man so fearlessly entertains me for tea myself—but here we are, fae and human, on equal terms.”

She reached over and squeezed Malleus’s hand. He laid another over hers and smiled back. There was something sad and haunting in their eyes, a mutual understanding of something far darker than their words would allow.

“Yeah, it’s great that we can do stuff like this without worrying anymore! Speaking of, I think the tea’s about done brewing. One last final touch…”

Kalim picked up his entire sugar pot and inverted it over Maleficia’s cup. Several cubes tumbled out and splashed into the beverage. The typically composed queen startled at the sugar and tea concoction (especially when Kalim produced another sugar pot and proceeded to do the same to Malleus’s cup).

“Is this… customary?” Maleficia carefully inquired.

“No, we’d usually add more! Luxurious tea is sweet tea!!” Kalim responded, totally oblivious to her shock. “I thought I’d just be serving Silver today though, so I bought way less sugar than I usually do. I hope it’s still to your liking though!”

“Ah, this style of tea would be the same kind I was served in Silk City. The… exceedingly sweet kind,” Malleus said warily. He spoke no more, but the warning had already made itself evident.

“… I understand. This dish is an integral part of your culture.” Maleficia lifted her cup with the grace and elegance befitting of a queen. “I shall partake in your saccharine fare… Asim, was it?”

“Yup, that’s me! Kalim Al-Asim.”

“Fufu. I will remember your name and face, Kalim Al-Asim. Of that, you can be certain. After all, I had the opportunity to hear many interesting things from you. It would not do to forget such an important individual—and a beloved companion to my Malleus.”

She swallowed her overly sugared tea without flinching. It was strong, peppered with floral notes—two adjacent springtimes at the same threshold. To one side, the Queendom with a sweet medley of rainbow flowers clustered around its roses. To the other, the once great Briar Country, its rosen blooms shrouded by bitter bramble.

So different, yet still meeting in the middle. Humans and fae, reconciling under the same sun.

“How is it?”

Maleficia slowly lowered the cup from her lips. They ached from the sugar in a single sip, yet she was satisfied all the same.

“It was delicious.”

[dreamswithghosts]

Bad Batch x Reader - First Kisses

Notes: This is gender friendly! Also if you have any requests please let me know! It would be for little drabbles like this one. Let me know if you want to be added to the ping list for my writing shenanigans.

Hunter

You were on a mission with the rest of the boys.

It was supposed to be a straightforward pickup mission, but it all went haywire when the entire place was swarming with Gundarks.

You got separated from the rest of the crew and were backed up against a cliff.

You were trying your best, shooting at the Gundarks as they slowly pushed you off the cliff.

Hanging off the edge, you were screaming for help, starting to lose your grip on the cliffside slowly. 

All of a sudden, the Gundarks above you disappeared and Hunter appeared in your vision. 

He reached down, both of you grunting and working to get you back onto the same level as him.

When safe, you both sat on the ground, catching your breath a safe distance away from the cliff. 

You were about to thank him when suddenly, he was pulling you to him, his helmet off from his head.

The kiss was sloppy and quick, mostly full of adrenaline, with heavy breaths and shaking hands.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Hunter gasped for a moment, his eyes showing full concern and worry for you. 

Before you could respond, you both were drawn back into the battle.

You’ll talk to him after the mission.

Tech

You and Tech had a weird way of flirting.

The two of you had been dancing around each other, constantly picking on or teasing each other. From a third party’s perspective, they would think the two of you just enjoyed annoying each other. 

It started with simple jokes, the two of you acting almost childish. 

Then it started getting physical. Tech would pick you up and move you if you were in his way and you would do the same by pushing him out of the way. 

Eventually, one night when the two of you were working alone on the Marauder, the two of you crossed that line. 

You both were blushing hard, standing chest to chest, playfully bickering like you normally do, when all of a sudden, Tech reached up, grabbed your chin and kissed you on the lips. 

After he pulled away, the both of you gasping for air, you both started to laugh.

“Should have done that sooner.” He muttered and leaned in, kissing you again.

Wrecker

You were so excited to see the boys again.

You had managed to get some extra cash and went to get those extra sweets that Wrecker had been eyeing for weeks. 

When they all arrived back from the mission, you instantly ran up to the ship as the door opened. 

“Wrecker! I have a surprise for you!” You called out, watching him as he bounded off of the ship towards you. 

“What is it?” He asked you. 

You fished into your bag, pulling out the many packages of sweets you got. You held them out to him with a smile on your face. 

You watched Wrecker’s eyes go wide and his jaw slack some. 

“This is amazing!” He practically jumped in place. 

All of a sudden, both of his big hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you in for a kiss. 

“We should try these together,” Wrecker said after he pulled away, still looking super excited. 

You guess you both got a surprise today. 

Echo

You and Echo sat on the steps of the Marauder watching the busy city skyline in front of you. 

The both of you were enjoying a moment of peace before you had to leave for another mission in the morning. 

Conversations were easy with Echo, you would always share stories of growing up as a child and he would tell you stories about the 501st.

Tonight’s conversation was a little different though. 

Tonight, you two were talking about the future and what you wanted to do in said future. 

With soft words and leaning shoulder to shoulder, you basked in the moment, sharing with Echo about what you had wanted as a kid growing up and how different it was now.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you suddenly and so quietly, you thought it was your imagination at first. 

Staring into his eyes, you nodded softly. 

He leaned in, a little hesitant, and gave you probably the sweetest kiss you had ever received.

From that moment on, the only thing you cared about for your future was to have Echo with you. 

Crosshair

You two had finally done it. 

After long days of quietly planning and waiting for the right moment, you managed to sneak not only yourself but Crosshair out of the facilities of Mount Tantiss. 

No one had expected a thing, and you both were able to relax for a moment without the fear of the hounds hunting you down. 

In the safety of what you think was Crosshair’s brother’s ship, the two of you sat down quietly in a corner, reflecting on what had just happened. 

After a long moment of silence, Crosshair gently nudged you on the shoulder with his own. 

“Hey. Thank you.” He whispered to you, for only you to hear

You were about to say you're welcome when he leaned in and surprised you by kissing you on the lips.

You melted into his touch, enjoying this moment and now the hopeful future.

Ping List: @stripeverse @stardusthuntress @fantasyproductions

[icypenguin]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Dance within the night

HELLOOO hehe just as i promised, ill post today and tomorrow again! this is supposed to be for kazuha’s birthday but well im super late so.. but anyway i hope you’ll like it so please enjoyyy!

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the moon shining bright, lighting the world. the sky shimmered as stars cover them. the air feeling hot as people were dancing around, drinking beers, having fun. you were sitting in the crow’s nest, watching from the top. it was kazuha’s birthday, captain beidou decided to throw a party for him. But well, it’s just not his type of party he would have.

kazuha was sitting on the railing as people went pass him to greet a ‘happy birthday’. you held the gift in your hands, lost in thoughts. you wondered, “will he like the gift?” surely, you know he’s a friendly and kind and cute and precious and sweet *coughs* -guy. but to mention your romantic feelings for him… it just.. not that easy.

as you were deep in thoughts, you felt a tap on your shoulder. speaking of the devil, there he was. “kazuha? what are you doing here?”, you didn’t want to sound rude but you didn’t want it to be awkward. “hm? am i not allowed to?” he moved to sit next to you. “no, you’re allowed to ofcourse. besides, you’re the birthday boy aren’t youu?~” you decided to play around. he only chuckled at your question but secretly hoping that you’ll say ‘happy birthday’ to him soon.

your heart was beating fast, hands a bit sweaty. you try to stay as calm as possible, “happy birthday kazuha! um.. here’s a gift.. i know it’s not much but i hope you’ll like it” your fingers brushed his as you give him the gift. he was suprised, to say the least. not to mention, he was falling all over again. “thankyou y/n, i promise to cherish this gift” he added a smile to his face. he may seem calm but he’s actually screaming inside. if you pay attention closely, you can see the tip of his ears red. “may i open it now?” “mhm” you nodded. he opened the gift carefully and saw a maple leaf hairclip. he smiled as he saw the beautiful hand-made thing and raised it as he clipped it on his head. “it look perfect on you, kazuha” you stated with a small blush. “why thankyou, you knew the right gift for me. it’s perfect y/n” he smiles as his shoulder brushes yours.

slow music was starting to play from the ship. you and kazuha got alerted and looked to the other people. they were starting to dance with eachother. captain beidou had a grin on her face. you both looked at eachother as a red hue formed on your cheeks. “shall we?” he extended his hands while looking straight through your eyes. you could only nod as a response and take his hand. he flew you both down from the crow’s nest and stole the spotlight. he slighted his hand on your waist and the other guide your hands to his shoulder. you both held hands and as the music keeps playing, you slow danced.

right now, you didn’t care about the eyes looking at you both. everything seemed like they’ve faded away, and the only thing left if you and kazuha. he looked to your eyes passionately as he begins to close the gap in the middle. he then closes his eyes slowly to hear the melody of the music. you did the same and placed your head on his shoulder. the night goes on like this. even when the guests went home, you both were still dancing. even after the music stopped, you both hummed a song. in the end of the song, kazuha opened his eyes as you did the same and leaned in to kiss you. your lips touched for a moment and the next second they were collapsing eachother. both of you then seperated from the kiss as he caress your cheek.

“interwined hands with no gap

above, the sky is full of stars

and you, the only one in my heart”

kazuha whispered a poem in your ear as you were suprised and delighted to say the least. “well- can’t make a poem but i love you too!” you tackle him with another kiss as he smiled in it. perhaps, this is the best birthday he’s ever gotten.

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thankyou sooo much for reading! i hope you liked it, sorry if the poem sucks btw hehe… HAPPY REALLLYYY LATE BIRTHDAY TO KAZU TOO‼️‼️‼️ well anyway hope you have a great day! advices are accepted, thankyouuu!!!!!

[silent-raven13]

Riri, your papa is here

(Au: Omegaverse. Miles and Hobie went through a break up before having their first child)

Hobie got up the steps knowing that he's late, he knows he needs to come on time. He knows it. Work had held him up, so now he has to find a way to schedule his work hours with his schedule for his child. With a simple knock at the door, the door quickly spun open revealing his ex-partner.

Miles stood with one hand on his hip with a disapproval frown on his face, those big doe like eyes still get Hobie's heart going even after all these years. "You're late."

"I know. I know. Work held me back... Umm, where's Riri?" He finally asked, he didn't want to talk about his tardiness.

"Hobie, we agreed on this schedule because you said it works for you." Miles said in a serious tone, then sighs, "Look I get your trying to make a good living, but talk to your boss about your hours because I'm not-" Hobie quickly cut him off, "I know. I will. Just work being busy. Now, where's my-" Then Miles' bubbly husband came by the doorway, "Is that Hobie?"

"Yes, bae. It's Hobie." Miles said to his Alpha.

A buff Indian American Alpha with a thick clean cut beard pop behind his Omega with a big smile on his face, "Hobie, my dude! What is up!"

"Hey, Pav." Hobie gave him a simple hello, it's not like they're close friends. Pavitr always been a friendly person.

"Hahaha, so you're late, do you know that? Riri is waiting for you in the living room." This time Pavitr's said in a semi-bubbly tone with a bit of serious expression. "You know, you can't be late. I don't care if you're late or not, because I get to spend time with my little princess, but this is more important to Riri than me and Miles."

"I know! I know! Look, I'm trying. I'll talk to my boss, anyway can I have my kid?" He really wants to get out of there.

Miles sighs, "Riri, papa is here!"

"Alright!" Riri a four year old girl that has both resemblance of her parents, she happily carried a Disney Princess backpack filled with her fun activities for the weekend. Her hair in a beautiful bread with colorful pink beads, and cute princess shirt with mint pants and light up shoes. Her heterochromia eyes gleams, "Hi, papa!" She rushes over to hug him.

"Hey, lovely. Come here and give your papa a hug." He picks her up to kiss her forehead, "You been good?"

"Yeah, daddy and appa said we'll go to Disney World for the summer if I'm super good at daycare!" She happily said.

"Oh, is that right?" The punker glances at Miles, he didn't know about that nor did he agree his daughter going on a trip. What about his custody to her?

Miles crosses his arms, "We're talking about it, Hobs."

"Yeah, don't worry, bud. You're welcome to come, bring your wife too!" Pavitr happily said, "and ya'll son, Manny."

"Easy, bae. We were just talking about it." Miles pointed out.

Riri frowns, "But you guys promise me, I wanna go to Disney world!"

"We'll talk about it later, love." Hobie said, "Right now, you'll enjoy the weeknd with me, and Mindy and your little brother Manny."

"Manny just sleep, poo and eat." Riri tilted her head being confused, she only watches the baby being snug with his mom.

"Because he's a baby, lovely." Hobie said to his kid.

"I guess." She had that Hobie Brown honesty. "He just lays there and fart."

Pavitr giggles, "Princess, don't be mean. He's your little brother. You need to be a big sister to him."

"Hehe, okay appa." Riri kisses her stepdad on the cheek giving him a hug.

Miles smiles at the two before turning to find his ex-boyfriend rolling his eyes at Pavitr. This pissed the twenty nine year old because not many Alphas would want to be with a 'touched' Omega, especially one with a strong Alpha descendants. Pavitr being the most sweetest understanding Alpha had love Riri like it was his own. So seeing his ex-boyfriend disapproval his husband is pissing him off.

"Anyway, we'll best be going. Say goodbye, lovely." Hobie said.

"Bye bye daddy, appa!" She waves at them.

"Bye, mi vida." Miles went to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Be good to mama Mindy and your little brother."

"Okay!" Riri nodded.

Hobie began walking off having his daughter in his arms, they headed to the bus. The ride to his place wasn't far, only about twenty minutes depending on traffic. Always that fucking New York traffic.

When he got home, his wife, Mindy already gave a bottle to their son Manny. The baby burps before sitting on the couch with a baby pillow to support his back while watching Sesame Streets.

Mindy turns to find her husband coming in, "Hello, Riri. How's it going, sweetie?"

"Good. A bit exhausting." Her dad set her down so she can start putting her jacket and boots away. It was a semi-cold day, with a bit of breeze.

Hobie chuckles, "I'm the one that carry you most of the way."

"But I have to sit on the bus, papa." She giggles being in her casual outfit and rushes with her backpack to the living room, "Hi, Manny!"

Manny looks at her then made grunting sounds. "Is he pooping?" She asked.

Mindy giggles, "Maybe. He just had his lunch." She went over to pick up her son, "Oh who's a stinky baby? You are. You are." Her Omega scent smelled like gentle sweetness of milk and honey. It's a scent Hobie loves from his wife. Sadly, and he would never tell her the real reason why he loves her scent, because it reminds him so much of his ex-partner.

Even though the two ended on a terrible note, he still cares about him, love him still. Their relationship was never on a good time, it always felt like wrong place, wrong timing, nothing seems to go their way. Now, all it's left of them is being coparents to their daughter.

Hobie knew he shouldn't think too much of the past, he knows part of their failed relationship was him not being ready to commit when they needed to. One biggest hint is Riri, when Miles got pregnant, the punker didn't want a baby or the marriage life. His band at the time was being popular, slowly starting up.

Miles wanted them to be serious, which was too fast at the time. Not to mention, they were on and off from a previous fight about so many things.

In the end, Hobie and his band didn't get famous in the way they hope, thus the end of being a rockstar. And the break up with Miles, too. So, he's a producer making music for anyone, that's how he met Mindy with her beautiful gospel voice.

When Riri was born, Hobie came to see her and fallen for her. Miles had hope for him to commit, but he couldn't forgive Miles for saying petty shit from their break up. It was best to leave it as it is. Petty fights, petty custody battles were filled with hurt and pain from their break up.

He wanted to break up....

The punker wanted to wait or express his freedom a bit more. Somehow they were able to maintain their feelings at bay, slowly being more friends for their daughter.

Riri began coloring as she watches Sesame Streets, "Papa, daddy doesn't like you, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Hobie asked.

"I dunno. You two always look at each other weird... like mad."

"Nah, it's just sometimes papa isn't following what daddy says and it's my fault."

"Did you love daddy before?"

"One point I was, but we're good friends." He arched his eyebrows, "Why did ya ask?"

"I dunno. it's hard to believe since mama Mindy is so sweet and you love her a lot. You hold her hand, kiss her cheek- and with daddy, you two fight a lot."

"Yeah, we always did." Hobie sat on the couch, "Believe it or not, we never fought like that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we use to sing, dance, have fun. Now, your daddy is all about being mean and strict rules. Don't tell him, I said that."

"I won't." She giggles.

"Did you ever wish for us-" Riri shook her head, "Nope. You two always look sad together and that makes me sad. I like it when you two are happy."

"I see." Even his baby girl sees that the two weren't meant to be. They weren't off on a good note. "Well, one thing we know is that me and your daddy love you so much. We'll always try to make you happy."

"Hehe, I love you, too, papa."

Normally the weekend is Riri enjoying fun times with her papa like going to the park with the family, eating pizza, and watch movies. Sometimes they play fashion outfits or she's in her own world talking to Manny. The baby boy can only listen to Riri's stories about Spider-man or barbies.

When she return home, she saw her daddy waiting out the door of their home with one hand on his hip. Miles welcomes her back.

"How was it, honey?" Miles asked.

"Good. Super fun. Manny gets scared of his own farts." She giggles.

"Haha, that is funny." Miles let his daughter go off to her room with her things. "And I need to talk to you." He said to his ex-partner.

"Oh yeah? What am I getting blamed for this time?" The punker sarcastically asked with a snort.

His ex glares at him, they step outside of the front door, Miles shut it. "Why are you always pissed off at me?"

"What?"

"You got annoyed with Pav for being sweet to Ri!"

"Pfft, be for real, Miles. That was Friday! Let it go."

"No, because you always get annoyed with my husband! I never treat Mindy that way."

"Okay, you wanna know why, so bad?" Hobie threw his hands in the air, "You and him are making plans without telling me. Disney World? Over the summer? I wanted to take her to London to know where I come from and you basically run that mouth off saying no, she's too young or she's not ready or you don't think I'm responsible."

"This is Disneyland, and we were just talking about it."

"No! Don't give that shit. Pav basically made a promise with Ri so now ya'll obligated to do it."

"Look, Pav was trying to teach her that being-" Hobie cut him off, "No, don't give me that. It's always something so innocent but when I pull the same shit, you bitch at me."

"Excuse me," Miles scowls, "What da fuck you think your talking to? You better tone that mouth of yours, you asshole."

"Admit it, Miles. You hate I'm being your baby daddy. Your other have full custody of her."

"No! I know, you never been a responsible man! You always run off. I don't trust you taking her to London!"

"It'll be me with my wife and son!" In the fact moment Miles gave a look of anger flash in him, it seems like he was jealous almost disbelief to find Hobie married with a child. It's true, how can the punker be so quick to marry Mindy when he denies marriage with him.

"Maybe I do, but I know you ain't shit."

"Oh fuck off. I'm telling you now, Miles. You and Pav better not take her to Disney World until you let me take her to London. You can go low, I can go lower."

"You really going to upset her, because I said no to London?"

"You always hated that I'm here. I care about my daughter, and want to give her trips."

Miles inhale sharply, "You don't respect me or Riri's time. You were supposed to pick her up on a certain but you're always late. You never taken her to the doctor, or changed her diaper-"

Hobie looks at his ex in disbelief, "Because you deny me access to my own kid, because you wanted to be petty. I was there when she was born and you still buggin'. Man, fuck this. I'ma talk to my lawyer about minimal contact from you when I pick Riri up."

"Ugh, fine. Do it." Miles fumes seeing his ex-partner walking off. The twenty nine year old went back in his house being upset. "Shit." He sighs. Why do they always fight so much? He just wanted Hobie to respect Pavitr.

Riri came by to find Miles wiping his own tears, "You okay, daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just mad at your papa, right now."

"Oh, nothing new then." She began walking off to get her sippy cup from the fridge.

Miles gave a small chuckle, "Heh, yeah. Same ole' same ole..." He knows this isn't healthy for his daughter to see, yet she seems to be unbothered by it. She is exactly like Hobie, her attitude towards everything is very chill and her bluntness had a certain humor to it. "So, how was Mindy?"

"Good. She and papa were singing a pretty song and Manny tries to sing, too." Riri sips her sippy cup. "Daddy, why you don't like papa?"

"What? what makes you say that, sweetheart?" Miles stood awkwardly almost in shock with his baby.

"Well... you guys always fight and I asked papa why, too."

"What did he say?" He arched his eyebrows.

"He said it wasn't always like that... he said he did love you."

Miles' bites his bottom lip, "He did?"

"Yeah. I thought it was weird because you two always fight."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know we shouldn't fight. Me and papa have a lot of stuff we still haven't got over." Miles kneel down to hug his daughter, "You know, we love you so much, right?"

"I know."

"And what me and papa had... was nice for a bit. I did love him, too. We weren't compatible."

"What's compatible?"

"It's like two jigsaw puzzle that doesn't fit together. You can force it but it would never fit perfectly. That's me and your papa."

"Ohhh." She said.

"I'll try to be nicer for you. I don't want you to see us fight or get any ideas about me hating your father." Miles did love Hobie, maybe that's why he's so mad with him. So many things he wanted from his ex-boyfriend that never happened. In the end, he end up doing all the things he wanted from to someone else. To another Omega, and that hurt him like an old wound being ripped open.

Now, Miles have to admit he did rush things too fast or expect his ex to be a traditional Alpha too fast. When he got pregnant with Riri, he gave Hobie an Ultimatum which never works out. So much anger, so many petty revenge to hurt Hobie... was it worth it in the end?

Now, they're two exhausted grown men trying to coparent their daughter. Their beautiful perfect daughter, Miles has no regrets to wanting her. He will never apologize for that. He's pretty happy to have a child with his ex-boyfriend, it's at least their Riri is a good outcome from their broken relationship.

"Okay, daddy. Can I got play with my dolls, now?"

"Sure, sweeter. Go and plat." He watches his baby girl running to the living room to play. This time he took out his smartphone to text Hobie, taking a moment to think about what to say.

Miles: Hey, you can take her to London, but I'ma need to know everything like time, dates, places and who's going...

-few seconds-

Miles: Sorry for being mad at you, but understand that Pavitr makes me and Riri happy.

Hobie: I understand.

Hobie: Thanks

Hobie: I'm sorry for saying shit... I think we need to go to therapy, I don't want to say the wrong shit and hurt you and Ri.

Miles: Same. We need to make this work without the fights.

Hobie: I agree.

Miles nodded at this. "This is a good start."

[gingerjunhan]

Hellooooo!

It's 🧈 and I wanted to request smthg with Jun han.

So like Jun han x reader where Jun han is just. Idk how to explain it😓

Like as if he has the vibe of his live where he played the guitar. Like he was so cute and I just wanted something that kinda embodies how he spoke and interacted with people on the live.

Like he's just so real and super sweet to reader and they're in front of the rest of xdh being verbally affectionate and being cute together.

Not really shy Jun han since he's not as shy as he once was, but just real Jun han. Like he's a best friend first and boyfriend second.

Reader and Jun han just have a lot of chemistry and are just making xdh melt at how perfect they are for each other.

Also kinda like his bubble video where I think he ate a bug? His vibe in that video was just so light hearted.

I just need light hearted, best friend bf, verbally and physically affectionate, and just overall just a super real Jun han.

Feel free to dm if you don't understand what I'm trying to say😭😭

☆彡🧈anon this is literally SO CUUUTE :( I love this idea! I've literally watched the Instagram live you're talking about so many times. I'll like it here if anybody wants to watch it 🫶🏻

word count: 795 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: petty friendly banter, Jun (jokingly) calls reader "babygirl", there is not a moment of peace in this house, this was actually proofread‼️💪🏻

Another night in the Heroes dorm rolled around, and you were no stranger to their company. You all had known each other for a while- becoming friends with the group right before it was announced that they were going to debut. Now, roughly three years of friendship had passed, and you were basically the 7th member of the household. You could show up at roughly any hour of the day, and nobody would bat an eye. You’ve always been especially close to Hyeongjun, so when you both announced to the others a while back that the two of you had started dating, nobody was surprised.

The evening was going on as normal. Jooyeon and Jiseok were playing some game together in the living room, screaming at both each other and the TV. Jungsu seemed to be playing moderator between the two of them. You’d eventually hear a “Jiseok, calm down!” shouted from Jungsu, which was always followed by Jooyeon’s distinct laugh. Gunil, who was also a bystander to all of this, only seemed to be egging the two boys on with his own laughter, Seingmin, who was sitting in the corner, scrolled through his phone, and seemingly wanted to have nothing to do with the entire ordeal.

“How much time is left on the oven?” Hyeongjun asked you. It was his turn to cook, so you decided to pitch in and help him.

“Roughly 10 minutes,” you answered. You gave Hyeongjun a smile as he made his way across the kitchen towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you chuckled. “You hungry?”

He nodded, grimacing a bit. “The food smells so good,” he whined. You couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“I know,” you rubbed his back. “Just a couple more minutes.”

As the two of you basked in each other’s embrace, you heard a voice come from the doorway into the kitchen.

“Ew,” they said simply. You and Hyeongjun pulled apart to see Seungmin. “Can you guys go be cute somewhere else so you don’t spoil my appetite?”

Hyeongjun laughed. “Sorry. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thank god,” Seungmin scoffed. “Maybe Jiseok and Jooyeon will finally shut up while we eat.”

“I heard that!” Jiseok called. Just as Seungmin was about to make a snarky joke, the timer on the oven went off.

“Foods done!” You called. The others came racing into the kitchen, grabbing plates and serving themselves. Everybody sat down and began to eat together, marveling at how good the food was. Lighthearted banter took over the room as everyone ate.

“This food is amazing,” Gunil spoke up, looking to you and Hyeongjun. “Thank you for cooking.”

“Yeah,” Hyeongjun added. “Thanks for your help, sweetheart. Everything tastes great.” One of his hands found its way to yours, giving it a squeeze.

“Aww, sweetheart,” Jooyeon teased, batting his eyelashes. You couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped you. Hyeongjun laughed along as well, being used to the younger ones' antics.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Hyeongjun defended in a teasing way. “Unless you want me to use other names. Like, babygirl, or-”

“Nope! That’s enough!” Jooyeon gave up as you and Hyeongjun started to laugh harder. The two of you didn’t use pet names often, but when you did you were commonly made fun of by the others. So, sometimes, you guys would call each other the cringiest names you could think of just to mess with the others. After that, the dinner banter shifted again, finding it’s way to a new topic of conversation.

Once dinner was over and everything was cleaned up, everybody went back to their own separate activities. You and Hyeongjun made your way to his room, tucking yourselves away for a long night of doing nothing in particular. Hyeongjun turned on a show, and you started rooting through his clothes, looking for something new for you to steal. You found a shirt that you liked and threw it on. Hyeongjun smiled adoringly at you, and then there was a knock at his door.

“Hey,” Jiseok called from the other side. “Can I borrow your tuner? I left mine at the studio.”

“Yeah,” Hyeongjun called back. “You can come in.” Jiseok opened the door and was instantly met with you in your new shirt. He looked over you.

“I like your shirt, (Y/N).”

“Thanks,” Hyeongjun answered before you could, handing Jiseok his tuner. “It’s mine.”

Jiseok let out a sigh, “Of course it is.” With that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him. Hyeongjun once again made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you. You returned the favor, relaxing in his hold. Hyeongjun sighed.

“You’re taking that shirt home, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you giggled.

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[annalu86]

Motivation

Tim could hear the key in the doorway, Lucy would be walking through the door to her apartment any second and would immediately see all his hard work and he was, honestly, super excited.

He had spent his entire day off running round the city picking up bits and pieces, he’d even been to a stationery store to print and laminate things.

And it was time to see if all his hard work would pay off.

On the kitchen island Tim had placed 2 large boxes and a large glass jar. One box was label ‘Taste’, the other ‘Have’ and the jar was labelled ‘Time’. The boxes were full of a variety of parcels, wrapped as neatly as Tim was capable and the jar was full of brightly coloured, miniature envelopes.

Tim stood proudly behind them, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for his girlfriend to push open the door.

She stopped instantly, not even halfway through the door, as she spotted him and his unusual set up.

“Hey” Lucy said slowly popping her keys on the little table next to the door “you ok there Babe?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” The nervous excitement bursting out of him, coming out from behind the counter and taking her hands.

“I see that!” Lucy’s smile brightened instantly to match his. Tim gets Lucy to sit on a stool facing his surprise.

“So, you remember we talked about me helping you study? For the detectives exam” Lucy nodded, eyes not leaving the boxes and jar in front of her. “Well you both know I wouldn’t be much help with the actual studying” Lucy opened her mouth to protest but Tim silenced her, holding his hand up “it’s ok, but I thought there would be something I would be good at.” He paused, for dramatic effect.

“Go on” impatience pouring out of her as she reached her finger tips towards one of the boxes, clearly intrigued.

“During my time as your TO” Lucy’s face shot round to look at him, an appalled expression on her face and tim couldn’t help but laugh “during my time as your TO I became very good at motivating you to do your best”

“Through fear and humiliation!” Lucy wailed and Tim couldn’t help feeling a little smug

“No. Well maybe, sometimes” he conceded “but it worked didn’t it”

“Hmmmm”

“Well I’m not your TO anymore. I’m your boyfriend so I thought maybe I could try some more Lucy friendly methods of motivation” he finished with a flourish, indicating to the items in front of them.

“Babe” Lucy signed, she stood up and raised herself onto her tiptoes. Her hands slid up his chest and round his neck as she pulled him the final few inches into a slow and tender kiss. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”

“You haven’t seen what’s in them yet!” He joked earning himself a smack on the shoulder for ruining the moment.

“Well? What’s in them!” She let him go and started pulling one of the boxes towards her.

“Hold on, hold on!” He said placing a hand on each of her shoulders and lowing her back on to the stool “so first I thought ‘what motivates Lucy’ and that wasn’t hard. Food” he placed the ‘taste’ box so the label was facing her, followed by the ‘have’ box “‘cute things’ and last but probably most obviously ‘attention’” he said bringing the jar to the front.

At the last one Lucy laughed and swatted at his arm again “I’m not attention seeking!”

“I don’t mean like that” and he leaned forward to take the jar, kissing her forehead as he moved passed her quickly. He opened the jar and took out one a bright green envelope, opening it and pulling out a little laminated card. After reading it himself he turned it to face Lucy.

‘20 minute foot rub’

It said in bold letters across the middle. Underneath in much smaller letters:

(You can tell me all about the true crime podcast you’re listening to)

Tim was busying himself with sliding the little card back into the envelope and popping it back in the jar so he was slightly taken a back when Lucy launched herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her damp eyes into the side of his face.

“I figure you can choose something from one of the boxes or jar for every hour of studying you get done but that’s up to you. Some of the food for the ‘taste’ box is in the refrigerator so it doesn’t go bad” he wasn’t sure she was really listening as he wrapped his arms around her waist and then placed a series of kisses up her neck.

“This is just so thoughtful” she pulled away to look him in the eye “it must have taken you all day”

“Probably not as long as reading that book!” Tim laughed “so do you want to earn that first one now?”

Tim came home from work the following evening to Lucy sitting at the kitchen island, the same place she been when he left her that morning. He grinned as he took in all the little gifts and envelopes that surrounded the work station she had set up.

The last few bites of her favourite candy bar, a new picture frame that perfectly matched the colour of her sofa, a zesty smelling candle in a beautiful glass jar. The stack of 5 or 6 laminated cards made his stomach flutter, she had picked those over the more immediate rewards far more often. Picked time with him.

“Right” he said, rubbing his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Let’s make a start on those cards!”

[princesscolumbia]

Code of Ethics DOUBLE-SHOT! - Chapters 49 - Hanging the Lampshade & 50 - Pivot

Welcome to 2025! It's the year we go down in history as the generation that refused to go gently into the night!

When I was dealing with writer's block during the first half of December, I didn't really realize how demoralizing it was to have been churning out fiction super consistently and at volume (239,347 words JUST for CoE and JUST what's actually published! There's more written for five books in this series that won't be published until I can catch up to the narrative PLUS what I've written for other fiction! I'm thinking of tracking my daily writing word count just for giggles...yeah, I'm a numbers nerd, deal with it 😎) only to suddenly have that grind to a freaking halt.

If I hadn't tried to push through a bad writing choice and kept on task, I'd have made it to chapter 49 to be published on 12/29/2024. What happened instead was me scrambling to catch up and chapter 26 would have been published on that day instead. Now, I could have kept up with my regular Monday release schedule and just built up a buffer, but I looked at how many chapters I wanted to release for the month and realized, "...huh, wouldn't it be cool if I could make it to Chapter 50 before the end of the year?"

So goal set, I started cranking out words at probably the most ridiculous non-manic pace I'd ever set for myself. As of the morning of 12/31/2024 (yesterday morning as of the time of this writing), I'd managed to publish chapter 48 and had about 1/4 of the words on the page that I'd need for getting chapter 50 out the door. I could have pushed to finish 49, get everything out just like I'd planned, and call it good, but by that point a FIRE was lit in me and by the goddess I WAS GOING TO DO THIS!

Chapter 49 was published at about 10:30 PM on New Year's Eve. As a motivator, I'd decided if I published chapter 50 I'd reward myself by getting sloshed for the New Year, so I went to the grocery store and bought myself some Mike's Hard and some official, branded cans of Jack & Coke. My GF wanted to try the Jack & Coke and took one sip and made the funniest gross-out noises you've ever heard.

Even if I hadn't been determined to pump out chapter 50 already, I couldn't let a good alcoholic beverage I'd paid money for go to waste, now, could I?

I was typing so fast and non-stop that my fingers were starting to hurt, and when I managed to get chapter 50 up on both Patreon and ScribbleHub at 11:58 and 11:59 PM respectively, I slammed that "Publish" button, grabbed that can of Jack & Coke, and just chugged it! I don't think I've ever felt as hype to meet a personally set deadline as I was last night!

So without further ado...

Ch. 49:

Diane returns to her station with signs of trouble on the horizon

Ch. 50:

Diane welcomes a new life to her station

DOUBLE LENGTH preview below the cut:

Diane disembarked with as little fanfare as when the ship deployed, that is to say attended by Norma and Russe at the dock and not much else to speak of it.

Jase had offered to take Benjamin on a tour of the station and get the refuge settled into his own quarters on the station. As interested as Diane was in getting to know her new guest, she was grateful to her captain for volunteering for that duty. She had friends to greet.

She was giving a hug to Norma and grinning at the ever-eager Russe as he waited his turn when J’Jesi strode past, giving Diane a friendly (if cagey) smile and a nod. As she disappeared into the crowd of people milling about Docking Bay B, Norma looked between the Crotuk and Diane and smiled, “Well-well, making a new friend, are we?”

Diane pinked, “Uh, yes. She’s nice. We worked on some repairs together.”

Norma smirked, “Oh, yes, is that what the kids these days are calling it. I bet you made her engine purr.”

Diane’s cheeks went from pink to red in a heartbeat and she couldn’t meet Norma’s eyes, “Crotuk don’t purr.”

There was about 45 seconds of stunned silence before Norma cackled, “Oh-hohohoho! Our sweet, innocent little commander is growing up! So how compatible are Morvuck and Crotuk? Is she a new spoke on your very own polycule? Are we going to have to throw a wedding in the future?”

Diane groaned, “No, no weddings! We’re just friends, she made it clear she’s not interested in anything like...that. Just...I guess the term is ‘friends with benefits’...?”

Norma’s expression softened, “Well, I’m glad, you really did have a bit of a stick up your ass about sex. Caitlynn really has been good for y...”

Diane witnessed something very startlingly disturbing in Norma as she seemed to just...slow down. Not like her avatar was stuck in a faulty environment model or crashed code block, but like her mind just seemed to wind down. Her pupils dilated and her smile almost seemed to sag just slightly. Her muscles didn’t so much as droop as it was like she suddenly realized she had forgotten something but didn’t know what.

All at once, she returned to her usual, animated self, “...ou! I’m sure if she asked you then you’d be asking the promenade to get ready for a wedding procession.”

Nonplused, she was about to say something when she spotted Russe behind Norma shaking his head with a sad and disturbed look on his face. Changing gears, she focused on Norma again, “That...might...” she took a breath, grateful for once that her usual flustered behavior around the subjects of love and sex would work for her in this instance. She rubbed her face as though flustered and said, “If she asked, I’ll admit I would be very happy to see that happen.”

“Well I know what the next girl’s night with her and I is going to be about, then...”

Diane rolled her eyes, “Norma, no, stop. I promise you’ll be the first I tell if she does ask but don’t pester her about it, please?”

“Oh, alright, fine then. Spoil my fun!” she said melodramatically. “See if I bring donuts to the post-shakedown debriefing.”

Diane’s eyes went wide in unfeigned excitement, “Donuts?! The station has donuts now?!”

Norma cackled and Russe groaned, though he did so with a smile. Katrina rezzed in next to Diane and chuckled, “Russe now owes Norma and I five credits each. He bet that someone who was so fitness focused as yourself wouldn’t like donuts. My behavioral heuristics models and Norma’s observations of your preference for sweet things when you felt you could afford the indulgence pointed very clearly to appreciating carbs in any variety.”

Diane was genuinely, if pleasantly, surprised that they had been discussing something like her preferences in her absence. “I...huh, that makes sense, but doesn’t necessarily mean I like donuts in particular...”

Katrina’s impish smile, loopily swaying tail, and perked feline ears served to underscore the smug tone when she interrupted with, “There’s also the record fast approval time from when you opened the application for the donut shop to move onto the station and your approval.”

Diane blushed but smiled, “Ah...”

Russe went about transferring some credits to Norma on his mini-tab with a bit of a grumble.

“Fifteen-point-eight seconds,” declared Katrina, Norma giggling like they’d planned this interaction.

Diane, confused, rocked back slightly and replied with, “Huh?”

Norma’s belly was shaking with her barely contained laughter as Katrina clarified, “Your usual time to approval averages about 20 to 30 minutes along with some research done if nobody is available to be your sounding board about the application. The time between opening the application and marking it approved was 15.8 seconds, three of which were spent scrolling to the bottom of the document to provide your signature.”

Read the rest at ScribbleHub:

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

[monalovesstarsz]

Maybe we could

I'm super new to this so this and it's the first thing I've ever written (and it might horribly suck) so bear with me 😭 I'm doing this to keep me busyish and my grammar might also suck.. This is also probably not accurate and I had to make some stuff up

Genre: Non idol au and idk what else to say 😭

Pairings: Shy sick sunghoonxsick shy y/n (I clearly don't know how to do this)

Summary: Y/n starts to spend a lot of time in a hospital due to her health and its super lonely until she meets sunghoon and they agree to try their best to live as regular teens.

Warnings: uhh I'm not totally sure but illnesses, thoughts of death, hospitals, depression, mentions of death (probably)

Prologue:

Your leg starts bouncing up and down anxiously. You had told your mom that you weren't nervous but that had been a complete lie. How could you not have been? These results were going to affect the rest of your life. You could tell your mom was also nervous even though earlier she had told you everything was going to be fine and you had nothing to worry about. You turned to her and you gave her a painfully obvious fake smile. You looked down at the inside of your elbow noticing that your bruise hadn't faded. You had gotten it after you had your blood drawn to get it tested. That's why you were here to begin with. If this was like any other time they had drawn your blood you wouldn't be nervous, but it wasn't they would usually call you for your results or even a voicemail. They called you up here to give your results in person they never did that. Your deep in thought until they finally call you up. "Okay can I see Y/n l/n up next" You and your mom walked up to the nurse who gave you a friendly smile. It was warm and it has comforted you. You gave her one back trying to make it as sweet as possible. She walked you and your mom up into a room and as you stepped inside you got the same almost nostalgic feeling. Your doctor told you to come in and sit down in her office. She lead you to it and you sat down next to your mom in front of a work desk with a computer and lots of paper work scattered across it. On the other side your doctor sat down turning the computer on before typing on it.

"How have you guys been so far? How has your day been so far?" "We've been doing good so far, y/n doesn't leave the house a lot though which is quite odd of her."

Your mom answered for the both of you

"So how have you been feeling recently Y/n?"

you looked at your mom like you always did and she nodded for your to answer.

"I've felt the same. I still feel nauseous and dizzy most of the time. Recently I have been really tired too." "I see. I called you guys in because these symptoms can be quite scary but I'm happy to let you know that the results came back negative!"

You let out a sigh of relief and you smiled at her.

"Oh thank God she's alright." Said your mom after giving your hand a squeeze. You were happy no doubt but you still had a question.

"Why have I been feeling like this then?"

You asked, it was bugging you. Had this all just been an overreaction on your part? Was it just a bug? Had it been your imagination all along?

"Well sometimes we just feel like this because we might not be taking the best care of our bodies, this just might be a sign to tell you to drink more water and sleep more."

You were happy that it wasn't anything serious but now it was a bit embarrassing wasting people's time just because you hadn't slept or drank enough water. You decided to let it go as you got into your mom's car.

"Hey why don't we celebrate with some good food. I know you don't feel your best when you eat recently but let's celebrate still!" Your mom says this hoping you'll feel better "Okay thanks mom."

As your alarm woke you to get ready for school you had gotten started and got up too quickly making you even more dizzy than usual. You chose to ignore this feeling. You got up and washed your face, did some skin care, added makeup, ate breakfast, and finally you got changed. You decided to wear loose baggy grey sweats and a tight fitting baby blue top almost covering your stomach. You put on a zip up black hoodie and grey new balances. It was comfy but cute. You didn't feel well but you had missed enough school. You asked your mom for a ride since you were too dizzy to walk. You got to school just in time and you had texted your friends that you decided to go today. You had missed your friends and if you were being honest you had missed school. You did your best to keep up with schoolwork so you weren't too worried about that. As you walked to meet up with your friends you couldn't help to think if you were getting stares or if it was your imagination. If it was the first option you told yourself that it was because you had been gone for a while. As you walked you saw on of your friends Danielle in the spot where she had told you to meet her at. She was busy on her phone so you decided to sneak up on her and tap her on the shoulder.

"Oh geez- Y/n!!!! I've missed you! How have you been? What have you been up to? Where did you get that shirt? How do you feel? What did that doctor say?"

She was just as bubbly as ever.

"Woahh slow down once question at a time."

You said through small giggles as she pulled you into a hug which made you a bit dizzier since it was a quick movement. You hugged her back happily though.

"I've missed you too Danielle your texts always made me feel better. I've been doing okay, I haven't been up to much, I think I got this shirt thrifting, I feel the same but luckily the doctor said I don't have anything."

Danielle laughed at how you answered all her questions and she pulled you in once again for a tighter hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay! All of us were worried but it was nothing luckily!!!"

You gave her a smile which she happily returned back.

"Where's the rest of them? I thought they would be here already."

You asked

"I see hanni walking up to us right now and jay and Jake are on their way."

Right as she finished her sentence you turned and you saw Hanni. She quickly rushed over and hugged you tightly you of course hugged her back.

"Y/nnnnnnnnnn!!!! You're here finally!!! How are you feeling?" "I've missed you too Hanni, and I feel the same sadly but the doctor told me I'm good!" "That's great y/n!!!"

She finally lets you go. Her happy expression turns into annoyance when she realizes that jay and Jake aren't there.

" where are the guys? Class is about to start and they aren't gonna greet y/n? There gonna get jumped if they don't show up soon."

You and Danielle giggle at her joke but once it dies down jay and Jake show up.

"Finally" murmurs Hanni. Jake attacks you with a hug whilst practically yelling your name and even lifts you up causing you to get pretty dizzy and Hanni scolds him for doing so and as he calms down he dabs you as if he didn't just squeeze you so tight you probably would have turned purple if hanni didn't stop him. Jay dabs you up but then pulls you into a hug.

"How have you been y/n we've all missed you!." Jay says as he has you in a comfy hug and you answer as he lets you go.

"I'm doing good jay, y'know I have forgotten to ask you all how you guys are feeling?" You let out a giggle since they are all so worried about you but you forgot to be polite and ask them in return. "We've all been bored and we've looked forward to you coming back, Hanni has been leaving me for during lunch for some club leaving me alone with dumb and dumber." Danielle says that whole rolling her eyes teasingly towards Hanni. "Yeah yeah we're not that bad to sit with." Argued Jake. "We should probably head to class now the bells about to ring." Jay says to try to get his friends to be punctual for once.

Your first class of the day was Math, luckily you had Jay and Hanni in that class. When you and your friends walked in all together your teacher greeted your friends and when she had finally seen you she welcomed you back to class. Class was boring as ever not like you were paying attention since you had a major headache, and nausea.You had Jay and Hanni to get you through it. You dreaded your next class. It was Physical education. P.e. If you were a normal healthy person you wouldn't mind but you walking up the stairs made you want to take a long nap and never wake up. Once class was over you walked down the halls with Hanni. You thanked whoever put you in the same p.e class as Danielle. What made it even worse was that you had to go outside for p.e today. Once Hanni saw Danielle you guys waved and she walked you up to her and said her goodbyes. You greeted Danielle

"If you don't feel well enough just tell the teacher." Danielle said it with much concern.

"Nah I'll be okay I think."

You were infact not okay

As you and Danielle walked to where your teacher was Danielle had climbed up onto a cement bench something you guys always did so you did the same. She continued walking and she hoped off, but vision started getting blurry. It's fine you reassured yourself.

It was infact not fine

Especially when some dumb boy had thrown a football a little too hard. If this was any normal day you would have acted like it didn't really hurt. But it wasn't a normal day. You had a massive headache, and you were incredibly dizzy. After the ball had hit you your vision started getting dark and you fell to the ground In Front of your whole class you passed out. Last thing you heard was Danielle calling for help.

Dawg I did nawt mean for this to be so so very long.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: We Showed The World That We Exist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 5.1K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria and Walter play hooky to deal with unforeseen stressors.

Chapter warnings: panic attack (dissociation episode), oral sex (f receiving), finger fucking, therapy session, squirting 

A/N: Time jumps in this chapter. We’re only skipping a couple of days but it may be a little jarring. But Yada is back!! Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

Cross-posted on AO3

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Kamaria’s POV

Word has spread like wildfire around the office about me and Walter dating. It didn’t take long at all for news that the grumpy bear of a detective and the new intern are fucking. We actually aren’t even doing that, yet. It’s only been a few days but the rumor mill in the police station is like a damn high school hallway. And I have Nina and Sophie to thank for that.

I swear, no one listens to interns. Like, ever. Unless it is about gossip. And I made friends with the loudest, and the actual kindest, gossipmongers. I know they mean well, they’ve made it clear they are glad that Walter smiles more. I like being the cause of his change of mood, as well.

With everyone aware of our relationship, things are kind of weird. Like, weird around the ex, kind of weird. 

It’s not like Rachel and Walter were super friendly after they decided not to date. Sometimes, and I would never tell Walter this, I feel like he felt for Rachel because she saved his life. A case of transference, perhaps?

But, they at least seemed cordial towards each other. Rachel felt enough of a connection to reach for his hand, the thought still burns in my mind. But Walter and I did have our first kiss after that, so grain of salt, ya know?

Rachel just seems like someone pissed in her oatmeal every time she walks by me. She couldn’t possibly be jealous of me. I don’t get her, honestly. Is it an “if she can’t have him, no one can” thing? Because I wouldn’t have thought she would go for pettiness. Never underestimate a woman on a mission, though. 

Walter and I agree to get to work a bit early so we could hang out in his office until I have to start work. The man may be seen as prickly by most people in the office, but it is like night and day when it comes to me. He can be so thoughtful, and so in tune with my emotions that it can be like he’s reading my mind. Which is both cute and slightly annoying, because I can never hide what I’m feeling. 

Like this morning, for example. My mind has been racing. So many things to think about, from my work to Walter to Rachel to my anxiety about dating openly in the office to what I’m going to choose to talk about in therapy today. And I can’t seem to make it stop or slow down. Which is when I feel a hand on mine. 

I look up to see Walter crouching next to the chair I’m sitting in. I don’t remember sitting down. I barely remember walking into this office.

“There she is,” he says, brushing a hand over my confused brow, “you had me so worried back there.” I notice the fear in his eyes now.

“Sometimes, my anxiety takes over and I just check out,” I mutter, looking around the office, “I remember getting out of my car and kissing you and then nothing until just now.”

“Does this happen a lot?” I hear the tremble in his voice but I don’t mention it.

“Hasn’t happened in months. I can usually sense it before other people can, though. Sort of like a panic attack, but not really because I don’t panic, I just…move? It’s hard to explain,” I ramble on, trying to get my bearings.

“It sounds like your brain is working on autopilot due to stress. I’m no therapist, but I’ve seen how stress can affect people in different ways,” he suggests, holding my hand in his, “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but a new relationship becoming public can be quite stressful. Especially when it’s in a work setting where one person’s ex is also a coworker. It’s no wonder you’re feeling like this.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I can’t deny that it is a lot,” I concede, feeling all sorts of vulnerable.

“You have therapy today around 1, right?” he asks before I nod to confirm, “And where is your therapist’s office?”

“Well, I was going to do it virtually today. But she’s close-ish. Between here and my apartment,” I answer, wondering where this is going.

“I have a suggestion, which you are more than welcome to decline. But, in my head, it sounds like a good id-”

“Baby, you’re babbling,” I laugh, stopping his rant.

“I think you should ask to see your therapist in person. We can take the rest of the day off and I could drive you to the appointment if you’d like,” he urges, “Besides, it’s the weekend. They won’t mind if we skip out a bit early.”

“Skip out early? I didn’t even clock in yet,” I remind him, still thinking about work instead of my mental health. Very typical of me.

“Perfect, then. I still have personal time to use, and you told me you were given some personal time when you signed on, so that covers today. We’ll let your manager know you’re not feeling well on the way out,” he says, moving about his office and collecting his things before realizing I’m yet unmoving, “Fuck! Did I just plan your entire day?”

I smile up at him, adoration in my eyes. “You did, but with the best of intentions,” I comment, standing up from the chair, “You’re right, though. I kinda need the routine of going into the office today and I could use a day off even if it’s only my first week.”

“Look at you, already smiling. I count that as a win,” he hums, reaching for my hand, squeezing as our fingers interlace.

We head out of the station after a short talk with my boss. Tell a man you’re having ‘feminine trouble’ and he all but shoos you out of the building. Thank God for small favors.

Walter heads home after insisting I go home to change clothes and grab whatever I needed to feel comfortable for the rest of the day at his place. Arriving home, I immediately start to pack my overnight bag. I choose to ignore the nagging voice questioning my actions. I might want to stay over or change clothes again for some reason. So, take that, Nag-atha Christie!

I call my therapist’s office and request to come into the office today. I say that my schedule has changed and I would prefer to be seen in the office. The receptionist is super sweet and lets me know she will inform Yada of the change. I hope Yada doesn’t worry. I mean, I’m slightly worried about my little episode earlier but I feel at least a bit better now.

I change into some yoga pants, a loose-fitting top, a hoodie, and some comfy old sneakers. I spot Beary Allen sitting atop my bed and resign to bringing him over to Walter’s house as well. I usually can’t sleep without him so I don’t chastise myself too much for bringing along something for comfort. 

I check my overnight bag to make sure I have everything I need, and some stuff I don’t need but I want to have just in case. And if I reach into my nightstand and grab condoms, then that is my business until it is Walter and I’s business. Not that I plan on doing anything, but I like being prepared for multiple eventualities. In any case, I refuse to let myself feel anything but poised for success. I also refuse to define success, so there’s the end of that.

I hear Walter’s text tone going off in my pocket and pull out my phone.

Walter Marshall: Didn’t change your mind did you, Princess?

Me: Of course not!

Me: I was just making sure I have everything

Me: Including Beary Allen

Me: 😁

Walter Marshall: The…Flash? But like, a bear?

Me: I love that you get exactly what I meant

Me: And you haven’t even met Beary

Walter Marshall: I was right???

Me: You’ll meet him soon

Me: He’s my emotional support animal

Me: I’m leaving now to come to you

You have shared your location.

Me: Now, you can tell where I am at all times

Me: Just as a safety thing

Walter Marshall: Wow ok

Walter Marshall: Thank you for trusting me with this

Me: You’re welcome

Me: Try to act like you didn’t follow my location the entire time I was on my way to your place 😉

Walter Marshall: No promises

I’m already back in my car by the time his text comes through, I know he’s gonna follow me the whole way to his house. It’s honestly adorable. I can tell he misses me when I’m not around. He likes me, and I like him too. It doesn’t take me long to get to his house and he’s standing outside when I park in the driveway.

“You failed to play it cool, Detective,” I laugh, grabbing my overnight bag and Beary from the passenger seat before exiting my car.

“I never promised to play it cool,” he smiles, reaching out to take my overnight bag from me, “Hmm, planning on staying a bit?” 

“I figured it would be best to be prepared,” I propose, clutching onto Beary, secretly glad that Walter didn’t offer to take him as well. No one has ever touched Beary besides me.

“May I address Mr. Allen directly? Or does he only speak with you?” he poses the question completely seriously.

It takes every ounce of my resolve not to melt. “You may address him directly.”

“Mr. Allen, may I call you Beary?” he waits for a response, “I just want you to know I plan on taking care of Kam during her stay here, however long that may be…Yes, of course…I wouldn’t dream of it. So we have an understanding. Shake on it?” He reaches out and shakes Beary’s tiny paw, winking at me as he pulls his hand back. If he’s not careful, I will fall so fucking hard for this man.

Walter takes my hand, kisses it gently, and brings me inside. I start to lean down to remove my shoes, but he stops me and kneels to do it himself.

“You don’t have to-” I start, before being cut off.

“I know I don’t have to, Princess,” he agrees, placing my shoes next to his, “but I want to take care of you today, so allow me to do so, please?”

I open my mouth to protest, but a stern look from Walter makes me rethink that choice and only nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, standing up to hover over me, “I know it must be hard to let someone take care of you, but since I’ve taken on that role, I plan on not having you lift a finger if I can help it. Sorry, not sorry.”

“That’s some Prince Charming shit right there,” I blurt out, there goes my filter flying away in the wind again. Luckily, Walter just laughs at that and kisses my forehead. 

We end up hanging out around his house for a few hours, having far too many snacks and too much coffee. What can I say, we’re both caffeine addicts and snack goblins. The only reason I ignore the voice telling me I’ve had enough snacks is the fact that Walter is hand-feeding me pieces of fruit. He was not kidding about me not lifting a finger. I could get used to this.

Before long, Walter is helping me put my shoes on so that we can head to my therapist appointment. He opens his truck door for me and even buckles me in, shooing my hands away. Holding my hand as he drives, he allows me to pick the music we listen to. When I joke ‘but I thought the driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole’, he has no clue what I’m talking about. I explain it away as a tv show reference, making sure to force him to watch Supernatural with me at some point.

As The Amazing Devil’s ‘Two Minutes’ is ending, we are pulling up to Yada’s office. I don’t even try to reach for my door handle, waiting for Walter to come around to my side of the vehicle. He lifts me out of the truck and I try not to smile too wide at that. Holding my hand as we cross the parking lot, he steps in front of me to open the door, allowing me to walk in first. I check in with the receptionist and we sit in the lobby holding hands again. This man likes to hold my hand, and I am not complaining about it.

I hear Yada’s office door open and she steps out to greet me. She visibly registers my hand intertwined with the man to my left. I stand, pulling Walter up with me by accident. 

“Don’t worry, he’s gonna wait out here. Let’s go,” I sputter, moving past Yada and into the office. I notice Yada isn’t following me when I sit down. I hear introductions being exchanged and silently die inside. Why does it feel like my mom is meeting my boyfriend? Wait, is he my boyfriend? Oh my God, is he my boyfriend?

Yada comes back into the room and sits in her armchair, grabbing her notebook and writing quickly in it before addressing me. ��So, let’s address the elephant in the room, or should I say the giraffe in my lobby. That man is tall as hell. And very pretty,” she jabbers on, smiling away at me, “Tell me all about him.”

I go on to tell her we met, or more correctly he saved my life, just before my last therapy appointment. I mention Faye and that we haven’t met yet. I talk about being in almost constant communication since I gave him my number on Monday. We discuss how he likes to take care of me, and that he did so after I told him about the whole Christopher thing. During this, she is taking notes in her book. When I bring up my episode this morning, she looks up at me.

“So, it sounds like Walter was able to ground you during a moment of dissociation. About how long did it last?” she asks.

“For just a few minutes. I remember getting out of my car, but from walking into the station to Walter effectively ‘waking me up’...it’s just like I was watching myself move but I wasn’t totally in control.” I murmur, finding my favorite spot on the rug.

“I see, can you remember this ever happening before?”

“The last time it happened was maybe five or six months ago after I had to quit the job at the prison infirmary. It was just too stressful. And I guess I have been kinda stressed the past couple of days. Everybody at work knows Walter and I are dating thanks to a couple of friends I made. Nina and Sophie are sweet but they have loose lips.”

“Either way, I am glad you made friends,” she smiles, taking a note, “Are there any other stressors besides a new public relationship?” 

“His ex works at the station too. She’s been kinda giving me the stink eye when we pass each other. She hasn’t said or done anything. But like, she obviously still feels something for him,” I admit, rolling my eyes, “But if that chicken thinks she’s getting anywhere near my coop, she has got another thing coming.”

“Calm down, we don’t need you to be unprofessional in the workplace, no matter how she acts toward you,” she reasons, even though I only half-listen, “Does Walter know about Rachel’s behavior?”

“No, because I don’t want to sound like I’m crazy. I feel crazy. She probably just has resting bitch face?” 

“I think you should tell him about the looks she has been giving you. Get his opinion on it before you discount your feelings completely. He might be able to shed some light on her behavior, or even better, he may be able to speak with her on terms she can understand. And that don’t involve you clubbing her like a seal and hiding the body behind the police station. But you didn’t hear that from me. That’s off the record, Your Honor.” she muses, winking at me before taking notes.

I agree to talk to Walter about Rachel and we decide this will be my homework for this week. Not difficult, but still awkward to start speaking about. I mean, how do you tell your significant other that their ex is problematic without seeming territorial or threatened? Rachel doesn’t strike me as the type to try and come in between Walter and me, but I will be keeping my eyes peeled.

“So are you and Walter using protection?” Out of nowhere, Yada hits me with that question.

“Yada! We haven’t even done anything yet? Jesus, woman,” I cover my face, happy again that my espresso skin doesn’t show the heat behind my cheeks.

“Yet being the optimal word. Got it. Well, use protection. You have every right to have sex and every right to protect yourself. So, don’t be coming round here saying ‘we got caught up in the moment’. Because so did Romeo and Juliet and look how that ended,” she deadpans, throwing her hands up.

“Did you just…never mind. We will use protection. When we get to that point. I’m in no rush and I can’t speak for him, but he at least respects my boundaries.”

“He sounds like a good egg. I like him already. He respects boundaries, he’s attractive, he’s got a stable income, and he liiiiiikes you,” she beams, rising from her armchair to go to her desk.

“I’m glad you approve because I like him and it just feels right with him. We connect so easily,” I say, noticing Yada is looking at me and shaking her head, “What now?”

“You are falling for him, girlfriend, don’t you see that?” she commented matter-of-factly. 

“Shut up, no I’m not,” I answer grumpily.

“Alright, but you are,” she states, tilting her head, “There is nothing wrong with that, by the way.”

“I know. I’m just afraid of moving too fast. That’s kind of my way of doing things, and I don’t hate it but I don’t necessarily like it much either.”

“Love it or hate it, it is a part of you. And you either have to learn to thrive despite it, or work toward changing the behavior. But you know this already, Kamaria.”

“You’re right about that, but I still like the option of just complaining about it,” I confess, shrugging my shoulders.

“Either way, it is your choice. You are still scheduled virtually for next week. You have your homework, as well. Anything else you wanna gab about before we end today’s session?”

“Nope,” I say, letting the ‘p’ make a pop sound.

“Well, then I will let you get back to your tall, dark, and handsome fella,” she smiles, getting up to walk me out. We exit her office and she smiles at Walter, addressing him directly. “She has homework and it involves you, so don’t let her forget.” How she gonna do me like that?!

“Thanks, Yada,” I groan.

Walter is enjoying this way too much because he decides it’s best to pat my shoulder while saying, “Don’t you worry, I won’t let her forget.” He just smiles when I give him a glare that rivals the fire of a thousand suns. He probably thinks it’s cute or something. He holds his arm out to let me exit before him and I’m happy for this because then he can’t see me cursing his very existence. I still let him open the door for me. I also let him open the truck door and buckle me in. By the time he gets into the vehicle, I’m reaching over to hold his hand.

“Done being mad at me, then?” he jokes, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Feed me and we’ll see if I can’t be swayed,” I advise, winking at him.

We grab a quick late lunch and head back to his place. I take a nap for a couple of hours and am awoken by the hearty scent of tomato sauce. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep on the couch, but I’m waking up in a bedroom underneath a light blanket, Beary tucked into my side. Walter must have moved me in here so I wouldn’t be disturbed. He can be so sweet sometimes, I wonder how long he can keep this up.

I get up from the bed, leaving Beary behind and I walk out to the living room to see Walter hard at work in the kitchen. He doesn’t notice me so I sneak up behind him and goose him. He doesn’t react, as if he knew I was coming.

“What makes you think I didn’t hear you from the moment you opened my bedroom door?” he began, only turning slightly to wink at me before returning to slicing french bread for garlic toast, “I used to be S.W.A.T., Princess, so it takes a lot to get the jump on me.”

“So, you’re say-” 

“That is not an invitation for you to experiment on how to get the upper hand, love,” he stops me before I go down that useless train of thought.

“You got me, I’ll be on my best behavior, Sir,” I laugh, pulling myself up to sit on the counter near him.

“Would you like a piece of bread with some tomato sauce on it, Princess?”

“Yes, please,” I pipe up, excited to taste the aromatic sauce. I watch as he grabs a piece of bread, dipping it into the sauce before blowing on it a bit. He turns off the stove and comes to stand in front of me, placing the bite just out of reach. I look at him, confusion painted on my face.

“Tell me what your homework is and you can have your treat, Princess.”

I debate pouting but I know that won’t get me that saucy bread. “I have to talk to you about Rachel. She’s been weird around me, and it makes me uneasy,” I mumble, suddenly anxious.

“What exactly is she saying or doing?” he asks, allowing me to take a bite of the bread, still holding onto it himself.

“She hasn’t said anything to me, she just gives me this bitchy glare whenever we cross paths,” I speak around the bite of bread I was granted, “Honestly, baby, she freaks me out and I don’t like the idea of having to avoid your ex.”

“You shouldn’t have to actively avoid her,” he holds the last bite of bread out for me and places it in my awaiting mouth, “I’ll talk to her. I don’t want to scare her too much. But I do want her to know you mean a lot to me and if I’m lucky, you’ll be in my life for a long time to come. She needs to suck it up and get used to it.” 

“Fuck, that is so sexy to hear you say,” I disclose, reaching up to cup the back of his head, pulling him into a searing kiss. 

I clench my thighs together as I feel his tongue invade my mouth. Strong hands part my legs so that he can slide in between them. Our clothed sexes line up perfectly and I wrap my legs around his hips. A growl rumbles from his chest to my groin. We part to catch our breath, our foreheads resting together.

“Fuck, will you let me eat your pussy, baby?” he practically moans the question and it lights a fire up under my ass.

“Please, yes,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck before he picks me up off the counter and walks us into his bedroom. He lays me down slowly. Kissing from my lips to my neck, nipping along the way. I gasp inwardly when I feel his hand ghost over my covered heat, my back arching at the touch.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. You just relax and take what you need from me,” he whispers, moving down the bed as he hooks his fingers in my pants. He pulls them down, leaving me in my drenched panties. He kisses the fabric of my underwear before pulling those down as well.

He dives into my sodden snatch, using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from my entrance to my swollen nub before kissing it. My hands go from gripping the sheets to weaving through his curls when I feel him start to suck on my button.

“Fuuuuuck, Daddy, just like that,” I mewl, his growl vibrating through my clit. I feel his hands grip my thick thighs, pulling me closer to him as he eats greedily. I look down at him, his eyes are closed and he looks like he is in Heaven feasting on me. As if he could sense my stare, his eyes open and we share a heated mutual gaze. 

While still attending to my nub, he reaches up to my mouth and I suck two of his fingers, getting them nice and wet. When he’s satisfied, he leans back and licks his lips, entering my core with his spit-slicked digits and I cry out at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking tight, hot, and wet baby. Fucking perfect, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he hummed, working his fingers in and out of me slowly until I arch my back to ride his fingers.

I pull him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. His fingers find my inner bundle of nerves, massaging it as his thumb circles my clit. My breathing picks up as I feel the coil in my depths tightening until it snaps and I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation.

“No, no, no. Look at me when I make you cum,” our eyes lock and I arch off the bed as my orgasm hits me full force. But this one feels different, so much more powerful than ever before. “Fuuuuuuuck, yes! Squirt all over me,” I faintly hear Walter groan those words before I realize my thighs are wet and sloshing noises are bouncing off the walls. Walter looks back up to my face and his pupils are blown wide. “You look so beautiful like this. All fucked out, tears flowing freely.” Did he say tears?

I reach up to my cheeks and feel wetness staining them, my eyes are blurry with unshed moisture. Then the emotion behind it all attacks and I begin to cry fully. I know they are happy tears but I can’t verbalize that to Walter yet and he starts to panic. 

“S’ok…so good…emotional,” I mutter, trying to let him know I’m alright. He seems to understand and nods, going to the attached bathroom and coming back with two towels. I feel wet warmth between my thighs as he cleans me, then dries me off with the other towel. He lays down next to me and covers me with the comforter and I close my eyes in contentment.

He peppers my face with slow kisses, from my eyelids to my nose to my cheeks to my lips. When I open my eyes again, Walter is looking at me with a look that definitely spells out his feelings for me. Instead of putting words to it, we just lay and bask in its radiance. I struggle to keep my eyes open and finally keep them closed.

I feel a kiss placed on my forehead and stir while I hear Walter’s soothing voice in my ears. “You did so good, Angel. Rest as long as you need to, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I awake some time later, and true to his word, Walter is still laying next to me. His soft snores are like music to my ears. I lean up and nuzzle our noses together until he stirs and opens his eyes and smiles down at me.

“Hey, baby,” he gives me a quick peck, “How do you feel?”  

“Well…so far, I feel refreshed. But I haven’t tried to walk yet,” I laugh, “That will be the true test. And I need to pee anyway.” At that, I sit up and stretch my arms over my head. I swing my legs out of the bed and stand up slowly. I take my first step and it’s wobbly as hell.

Walter gets up and helps me to the bathroom, because of course he does. He stays in the bathroom with me to make sure I don’t tip off the toilet or slip into the bathtub. I mean, at this point, I squirted all over his hand so I’m sure he can handle me peeing while he’s in the room. He even jokes that he can’t believe I have any liquids left in me. I playfully swat at him and he only grins at me.

We end up having dinner shortly after, the pasta was spectacular and the garlic toast was perfect. The rest of the night is spent introducing Walter to Supernatural. He likes how funny it is, and I feel obligated to tell him that this is one of the saddest shows to ever grace television screens. Once I say that, he vows to still watch the show because it means so much to me. 

We lay down in his bed for the night, talking about what we want to do this weekend. I mention that it would be nice to do absolutely nothing and just be lazy bums all weekend and he approves. Our weekend is spent finishing the first season of Supernatural and me answering all of Walter’s questions about the show. He is so cute getting all invested in one of my faves. And if we take breaks for him to test how many times he can make me cum in a weekend, then that’s our business.

He won’t allow me to return the favor, however. He says that this is all a part of him taking care of me this weekend. I try not to feel undeserving of so much positive attention, but I’m still a work in progress. And that is just fine for now because he is good at making me forget why I was anxious in the first place. My sweet Walter better count his days, because I am going to rock his world when I finally get the chance.

Chapter 5

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