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[CN] Main Story: Chapter 37 (Gavin Route)

⚠️ SPOILER AHEAD ⚠️

🚨 Warning: This post contains REALLY BIG spoiler from main story which some of them have not been released in JP, TW, Global, nor ASEAN servers. 🚨

A/N: “All Love Interest ANGST Route” takes place between Chapter 37-4 and Chapter 37-5.

Before read, please prepare a tissue and your HEART!!!

- Part 1 -

Northern Suburbs, temporary base for STF.

Days of natural disasters have raised the disaster prevention alert of Loveland City by several levels.

In order to deal with the doomsday, all countries in the world have established doomsday rescue operations headquarters, and jointly formulated a number of rescue policies.

The last issue of "Miracle Finder" is to record the scenes of these soldiers fighting against disasters in the doomsday.

The car stopped at the base station gate, and I got out of the car with camera crew.

In the empty wilderness, several special officers in white uniforms patrolled the surrounding area.

According to the forecast, a tornado is about to hit Loveland City, and the STF troops will be here to stop the crisis.

Minor: Brother, where did your commander go?

STF Officer : Commander is very busy, and has no time to see you.

Minor: Hey, we are...

MC: Hello, we have made an appointment for an interview, can you let us in?

The officer looked suspiciously at the press card hanging around my neck.

STF Officer: You are waiting here, I will confirm it.

Eli: She doesn't need to make an appointment.

STF Officer: Captain Eli!

Eli walked leisurely with his hands in his pockets, and nodded at me.

Eli: MC, long time no see.

He looked at the serious-faced officer again.

Eli: Do you know who she is?

The officer looked at me and then at Eli, with a suddenly realized expression.

STF Officer: Eh, she is Commander's...

I slapped awkwardly, blocked the officer's unfinished words first.

MC: If it is not convenient, let's go back first.

Eli: There is nothing inconvenient. By the way, do you need me to help you call Gavin?

MC: No need! I don't want to interfere with your actions.

Eli: Then don't bother, you are free.

Eli: However, according to forecasts, there will be less than five minutes before the tornado enters the area of the city.

Eli: You'd better shoot near here, don't get close to the edges of those wind barriers.

MC: I understand!

Eli's remarks made everyone start scrambling to set up shooting equipment.

The wind became louder and louder, and a large funnel-shaped cloud soon appeared on the horizon, so gloomy that almost covered the entire sky.

Minor: I heard that the central wind speed of a tornado can reach 200 meters per second, which means that it will blow us away with people and machines in five minutes...

Willow: Close your crow's mouth.

Minor: Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet. With Bro Gavin, there is nothing to worry about.

The film crew quickly set up the machine, ready to start filming the entire process of STF team repelling the tornado.

After a while, the circular wind barrier erected all around shook violently, the surrounding trees were rustling.

A thick black shadow appeared at the end of the horizon, hurriedly approaching here.

The tornado is coming.

Photographer: Producer, the wind and sand are too big, it is difficult for us to get close to shooting!

MC: Let me find a way.

I thought for a while and took out the portable DV machine from my bag.

Just now Eli has divided the safety range for us. As long as we do not exceed that range for shooting, there should be no problem.

The violent wind that came in on the verge of blowing in the gap made the gap bigger, many of the team members who were in the front were injured.

STF Officer: The wind is too strong, we can't approach from the inner wall!

Anxious shouts from the STF members came from afar, and everyone present couldn't help but grab their hearts.

A calm and cold voice came from the communicator.

Gavin: I will go.

It's Gavin.

I resisted the urge to scream, my eyes and the camera stared at the distant sky unblinkingly.

The shifted wind barrier was quickly pushed back to its original position by another strong wind, and returned to the array.

The wind weakened, the tornado gradually deviated from its path.

Everyone waited nervously, and a few minutes later, the shadow of the tornado disappeared without a trace on the horizon.

Photographer: Amazing!!

MC: Gavin, you are so handsome!

Several injured officers were quickly taken away by the resident doctor, and I nervously searched for Gavin on the court.

From a distance, I saw a familiar figure approaching me.

My eyes lit up, and I ran towards him without hesitation.

MC: Are you okay? Isn't it hurt?

A look of helplessness passed across Gavin's face, he stretched out his hand, help me straighten my hair.

MC: What you looked like just now...

"Gavin, you are so handsome!"

At some point, my hand accidentally pressed the play button of the video just recorded, and the sigh was recorded verbatim into the screen.

MC: …When editing, this sentence will be deleted.

A smile finally appeared on his stern face.

Gavin: Wait here, I’ll come to you later.

- Part 2 -

STF Officer A: When Commander was still tasked as B-7, we have heard his rumors.

STF Officer A: Whether it is natural or man-made disasters these days, we can survive it, thanks to his judgment and decision-making.

STF Officer B: Yes, everyone was injured in the last rescue. Thanks to Commander, the situation was stabilized and the casualties were avoided.

STF Officer B: …But after returning, he formulated more stringent training plan.

MC: I see...

MC: Is there any moment when Commander makes you feel particularly tender?

The young officer in front of me "umm" for seven full seconds, and finally shook his head.

STF Officer A: More like medical insurance, count it?

Gavin: You seem to be very free.

Gavin stood behind us at some point, his voice cold.

STF Officer A: Commander!

The two STF members who were still babbling a while ago immediately stood up, saluted to Gavin together.

MC: .....

I turned around with a guilty conscience and looked at Gavin in front of me. When I looked down, I noticed that his wrist under his cuff was wrapped in gauze several times.

He just left temporarily, so he should simply treat the wound.

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, soon only I and Gavin were left.

Gavin: What happened just now?

MC: Well... I just want to interview STF's recent work routine.

Gavin: I'm not asking about that. Your actions just now were dangerous.

MC: I said hello to Eli, and confirmed that I was in the safe zone!

I vowed to raise my hand, swear in my ear. Gavin's serious expression finally eased a little.

Looking at Gavin, I remembered all the rumors I had heard from the officers, their respectful and scared look, I couldn't help but laugh.

Gavin: What are you laughing at?

MC: Nothing, I was thinking about the last issue of "Miracle Finder", would you like to give a personal interview as Commander...

MC: But I'm just kidding, if it bother you, forget it.

Gavin: It's not bother.

His gaze moved down, and he scanned the line of drafted titles on the open page of the notebook in my hand.

Gavin: "The Commander's outside and inside". Do you want to know the outside, or the inside?

I smiled awkwardly, and the corners of Gavin's lips raised slightly.

Minor: Bro Gavin! Are you OK!

A noisy voice came from behind, Gavin glanced back and frowned quickly.

I don't know when Minor ran over, but he was dragged out by Willow before he finished speaking.

After both of them left, the surrounding area became quiet again.

Gavin: It's too noisy here. Let's change place.

I nodded and walked out of the base with Gavin.

***

A whistling wind came from the sinkhole in the distance, and a shallow layer of rain accumulated on the ground, reflecting the clear night sky and a little bit of starlight.

I followed the arched ridge all the way forward and photographed the traces of the tornado, asking Gavin one after another.

MC: I listened to Eli...

MC: NW put all its forces into establishing an airtight underground base, and didn't join your joint rescue...

Gavin: They aren't upside down.

Gavin: As long as that day doesn't come, STF won't give up protecting everyone here.

His tone is very flat, but it makes people feel extremely reliable.

I thought about it, and re-adjusted the DV mode, aiming at Gavin.

MC: Next, I will start an official interview.

Gavin: …Why do you want to give me an interview.

MC: Because you are the Commander of STF, what you say is the most convincing.

This interview is a temporary motive. I was not prepared for the question, so I just asked what I thought.

MC: The first question: What is the most important thing for the commander at the moment?

Gavin: Protect everyone's safety, and prevent disasters from happening.

MC: The second question: The commander felt that in this situation, for every citizens, what is the most important thing?

Gavin: This is varies from person to another.

…This minimalist way of answering questions, it's really Gavin's style.

MC: The third question...

Suddenly, the flapping sound of bird wings interrupted my question, and large swarms of pigeons started to start from deep in the woods.

MC: That is...

Gavin raised his head, looking solemnly at the flock of white pigeons in the sky.

Gavin: The abnormal weather in the past few days has caused the magnetic field in the vicinity to be disordered, and the return route of the pigeons has also been affected.

In the deep night, the pigeon flock wandered anxiously over the woods, flapping its wings constantly, as if calling for the return of their companions.

However, after the tornado struck, many birds were injured or died, and white feathers were scattered everywhere on the ground.

Several faint calls came from the bushes not far away.

Gavin and I approached and found two injured pigeons

One of them was badly injured, and dying; the other was still struggling.

MC: Will they die?

Gavin didn't speak, and rescued the two pigeons from the strange orange bushes, with a little blood stained on their messy wings.

It seemed to be frightened, its body trembling, and the warning sound of "cooing" as soon as we approached.

MC: Great, it seems okay!

Gavin: Be careful, don't get hurt by them.

Gavin: This is a wild pigeon that has not been domesticated, and is very wary of humans.

Gavin avoided the beak pecked by the pigeon, picked it up and checked it.

Gavin: No injuries.

The pigeon struggled to escape from his palm.

MC: Do they continue to fly forward?

Gavin made a soft "Mm" sound.

Gavin untwisted the withered grass entangled in its ankles, and another small gust of wind rolled up in his palms, drying its wet wings.

Gavin: If the wings are not wet, the flight home can be easier.

Its eyes rolled steadily, as if understanding the intention of Gavin, obediently gave up the struggle.

Perhaps after waiting too long, the group hovering in the sky gradually moved away, flying behind the invisible gray sky.

MC: Can this pigeon find its friends?

Gavin: Difficult.

MC: I see...

Gavin seemed to notice my loss, and changed his words.

Gavin: But it is not impossible.

Gavin: The migration of pigeon, is actually a story about commitment.

MC: Committed?

Gavin: Fulfill their promise to go back.

Gavin: No matter how far you fly, you will definitely arrive where you want to fly as scheduled.

The pigeon in his palm seemed to sense Gavin's words and tried to wave its wings again.

The small gust of wind gradually increased, escorting this child to the sky.

Soon, it struggling to flap its wings forward, disappearing into the night sky and the end of the stars.

MC: In fact, whether it is them or the wind, they all know their direction.

MC: Even if it takes a long time to walk, even if it will go away, it will not stop.

MC: Is that right?

Gavin didn't speak, but gently held my hand.

At this time, a few STF members came towards us, saluted to Gavin, and solemnly reported the situation of the other bases.

Gavin's face was always calm, as if no matter what kind of danger he encountered, he would not have the slightest panic.

MC: Is there another task?

I couldn't help but whisper to Eli, who was beside me, and he nodded.

Eli: I heard that there was a violent conflict in the city, and the situation is not very optimistic. They have to come to support tonight.

MC: I see... thank you very much.

Eli: Don't worry, Gavin will stay in Loveland City to lead. He is the backbone of all of us.

I'm a little embarrassed to be guessed by Eli.

Eli: But we have to rush to deal with a flood tonight. The disaster is dangerous, so you can't follow.

MC: I know, you guys must come back safely.

The bonfire ignited at the distant base dispelled the darkness, and the constantly rising tongue of fire brightened the night sky red, and occasionally there were a few crisp clashes of wine glasses and laughter.

This temporary celebration and happiness seem extremely precious on such a night.

I involuntarily rubbed my palms tightly, and some hope that the "moment" in that prophecy would come soon.

No matter where I go or what I experience, it would be great if I could reverse the ending.

After the officers reported, Eli stepped forward and said something to Gavin, patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly looked at me again.

Eli: I'll leave first, and meet again later, the young couple get along well.

Eli left after speaking, waved goodbye to me before leaving.

There was a brief silence all around, only cheers from afar broke the silence between us.

MC: Are you leaving now?

Gavin: Mm, we will leave in two hours.

I stepped forward, took his hand gently, and sat down on a rock.

The wind in the wilderness is blowing on the long stretch of grass in the distance, and there is a green smell in the darkness that fluctuates with the night.

MC: Then you need a good rest now.

MC: I wonder if Mr. Commander, who has been busy all day, is willing to agree to my request.

Gavin: Can I take a rest?

I was stunned by him, after a few seconds, I didn't expect Gavin was directly rest on my knee.

Gavin: Thank you for coming.

MC: ...You're welcome.

I opened my mouth again, trying to remedy my stupid answer, but Gavin had already closed my eyes.

For a long time, long and even breathing sounded from my knees.

This land is shrouded in night and cold, but my heart is very bright and warm at this moment.

I gently stroked his finally showing tired eyebrows, my heart soft.

MC: Thank you for the hard work, Gavin.

I hope you can also have a good dream.

- Part 3 -

In the vast expanse of the universe, a swarm of comets quickly fell to the blue planet.

Cities, forests, mountains, rivers and oceans were all engulfed by heat waves and tongues of fire, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

It seems that I am the only one left in the whole world, and the stars gradually shrink, hitting my heart like a burning bullet hitting the bullseye---

I woke up from the nightmare and took a deep breath.

Gavin: Woke up?

MC: I'm sorry... I fell asleep too.

I raised my head, met Gavin's worried eyes.

Gavin: Had a nightmare?

MC: Not a manifest dream, but a sweet dream.

MC: I dreamt that we became super cosmic warriors, saving the world from the brink of destruction.

I cheered up, and made a joke pretending to be relaxed.

Gavin: It seems that dream should be kept longer, it is best not to wake up.

He sighed, and gathered the jacket over me again.

There are footsteps approaching behind him.

When Gavin got up, the officer came over and whispered something to Gavin.

I was stunned, and quickly reacted: He is going to the next temporary base to command the mission.

MC: Are you leaving soon?

Gavin: There are still ten minutes left.

MC: Then I have one last question to interview you.

I turned around, fixedly looked at Gavin.

MC: Before the end, what is your wish?

Gavin: ...My wish?

MC: This is the question I want to ask you, so you can answer me alone.

MC: I have interviewed many people these days, and heard many people’s wishes, but I haven't had a chance to ask your wishes.

MC: I want to know what Gavin's wish is.

Gavin's expression was a little surprised, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Perhaps, this question is too vain and slow, he never put his wishes on unrealistic things.

???: Look, there are meteors!

The cheers of the crowd came from far behind, and Gavin and I raised our heads together.

The sky was passing by a meteor, dragging a bright trail, from loneliness to grandeur.

Under this bright and grand light, everything becomes small and quiet.

MC: Beautiful...

The falling trajectory of the meteor is long and narrow in the night sky.

The ubiquitous light illuminates the mountains and valleys in the distance, the river at the end of the horizon, and the city.

It also illuminates every face looking up on the earth.

Gavin suddenly grabbed my hand, his voice was very soft.

Gavin: When I was seventeen, I did have a wish.

Suddenly a large swarm of snow-white flew across the sky.

The flying dove in the dark night fluttered its wings and dropped a large piece of white feathers, drowning his voice.

I looked up in a different place, saw his star-lit eyes, and wanted to ask him what it was.

He looked at me with a deep retention and sadness. I always felt, that there were many emotions that I didn't understand.

In a second of distraction, I almost blurted out if he knew that I was going to leave.

But I didn't have the courage to speak up to verify this conjecture.

I grabbed his hand and tried to make a smile.

MC: I used to see meteors and could only think of wishing. I didn't expect that one day the meteors would actually destroy the world.

Gavin: Are you scared?

I shook my head.

MC: In fact, as long as I'm by your side, I'm not afraid at all.

Gavin lowered his head and put the kiss on our folded hands.

Gavin: I promise you.

Gavin: I won't leave you, until the last moment.

I heard his heartbeat on his chest, closed my eyes, and silently made a vow to the meteor.

May the world never end.

May he always be by my side.

- Part 4 -

The news broadcast the arrival time of the X1917 comet cluster, as expected, without any change.

As a commander, Gavin became more and more busy, and the occasional time together became exceptionally short.

Today, the STF is holding a major meeting.

Those present were all commanders from various countries' combat headquarters participating in this joint doomsday rescue.

After the meeting, I put down the interview draft and couldn't help but look at the meeting room.

Gavin came out last, and he was talking to a foreign man with a high nose and deep eyes.

The man seemed to notice me waiting on the side, he turned to me, his face stretched.

Foreign Commander: Eh, you are the producer. I have watched your show, Miracle Finder, which is great.

He gave me a thumbs up.

MC: ...Thank you!

I can't fully understand their small talk. I can only vaguely hear the commander's admiration and gratitude to Gavin.

After the conversation, he saluted to Gavin, and then left with his men.

I couldn't wait to walk to Gavin, wanting to open my mouth, but hesitated again.

The news specially told him today, perhaps compared with the important news he comes into contact with every day, is nothing at all.

Gavin: What's wrong?

MC: Gavin, I have good news for you.

MC: After the previous program was broadcast, some citizens contacted us and wanted to send you a loving lunch, medical supplies, and...

I counted the enthusiastic letters I received these days with my fingers. He listened carefully, his lips curled up unconsciously.

Gavin: STF doesn't need these for the time being, but it can be sent to disaster areas with more dangerous conditions.

Gavin: You can figure it out. I'll give you some addresses later.

MC: Okay!

Gavin's gaze flickered slightly, as if he had to say something, the communicator on his waist ticked.

Gavin: ...Wait for me.

MC: It's okay, go ahead.

I cheered up and bid farewell to Gavin, but the loss of separation was still unstoppable in my heart.

I let out a sigh of relief and began to think about how to arrange these supplies.

This time we are, fighting side by side with all mankind.

***

The last day of the countdown.

The days of waiting regretfully finally arrived, but it seemed to be no different from usual.

MC: How is the situation today?

STF Officer A: There were no casualties, and damaged communications and traffic are slowly recovering.

STF Officer B: That's right, Commander was not injured, so Sister-In-Law, don't worry.

MC: ...Okay.

While chatting, I looked around for Gavin's figures.

Soon, a figure dangled from behind the door of the headquarters.

Gavin, who had changed his uniform, walked towards me, the cuffs of the gray jacket were slightly rolled up, revealing a strong wrist.

At the moment when my eyes were facing each other, Gavin had already walked to me, and I was stunned for a second.

I raised my head and looked at him, as if I had guessed something in my heart.

Gavin: Come?

MC: You, there are no tasks today?

Gavin: I took half a day off.

MC: Eh....?

Gavin: I'll accompany you out for a walk.

Behind him, the whistle and the confession sounded one after another, Gavin faintly swept back, and the group of people suddenly made noise again.

MC: Is it really okay? I think it’s good to stay here...

Gavin took my hand and walked out. I turned around a little hesitantly, afraid that he would waste too much time.

Unexpectedly, Eli also waved at me and made a "rest assured" mouth shape.

Gavin: Leave them alone.

MC: I don't know why, but now I always have a feeling of occupying major public resources.

The corners of Gavin's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at me helplessly, sighed.

Gavin: Can't the Commander go on a date after get off work.

He stood still in front of me, a little serious in his amber eyes.

Gavin: What stands in front of you now, it's Gavin that belongs to you only.

***

There was no one on the street, and the few shadows of trees stretched to the end of the empty road.

We unknowingly walked to the vicinity of Loveland High School and ate the last bowl of noodles at the still-open Lynn's Kitchen.

A live interview of STF to fight off the tornado is being broadcast on TV, and the boss exclaims while watching.

Boss: Did you really repel the tornado?

Gavin: Some news likes to exaggerate, you don't have to believe it.

MC: Gavin, this was taken by me.

Gavin: …Hmm, it was repelled.

Boss: Add more beef for you. Do you want other side dishes?

MC: I want it!

Gavin: Are you sure you can eat it?

MC: I'm able to eat it!

Gavin put down his chopsticks, looked at the side dishes on the table and the pile of beef in the bowl, he expressed doubts to me with his eyes.

MC: Is this a new flavor of noodles? It seems that I have never eaten it before.

Boss: Did little girl eat it? I updated the recipe of the soup. How does it taste?

MC: Super invincible and delicious!

Boss: That's good.

Boss: There are too many things that have been missed in a lifetime, and it's not worth beating.

Boss: However, it is still a pity that more people haven't tasted this bowl of noodles.

Boss: Thank you for finishing it.

***

MC: I'm so full...!

Gavin: You ate all the side dishes the boss gave.

MC: Because I don’t want to be a starving ghost...

Gavin: Nonsense.

Gavin gently knocked on my forehead, his eyes turned to the school gate across the road, his expression suddenly softened.

Gavin: You saved a cat here.

MC: You have beaten a few people here.

Gavin laughed.

Unexpectedly the school door closed tightly. Gavin noticed the loss on my face and patted my shoulder lightly.

Gavin: Do you want to go elsewhere?

MC: What a pity... I still want to go back and have a look.

MC: Wait, I get it!

***

Gavin: Are you sure you want to do this?

MC: No one, is afraid of anything!

With Gavin's help, I finally climbed the outer wall of the back door of the school.

MC: I wanted to do this a long time ago.

I clapped my hands, turned my head, Gavin was still standing under the wall, looking at me with a little speechless and a little funny.

MC: It doesn't matter, there is no one in the security room and no one in the school building. Come up soon.

Gavin touched his lips, with an expression of defeat by me.

He easily climbed up the wall and sat down beside me.

Gavin: Ready?

He seemed to see my hesitation and looked at me holding back a smile.

Gavin: I will count down for you?

This is the end of the matter, regret is useless. I took a deep breath and slowly released the fingers that were holding behind me.

Gavin: Three, two---

Before "One" hasn’t shouted out, I subconsciously let go of my hand because of tension, and my falling body was quickly surrounded by a gust of wind.

The violent heartbeat hit the tympanic membrane, and we landed safely on the ground.

MC: I didn't seem to have eaten so much just now.

Gavin: Can't walk anymore?

MC: ...I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it.

Gavin: Hold tight.

As if to verify this sentence, his hand pierced my knees and hugged me to the direction of the school building.

MC: But like this...!!

Gavin gently raised the corners of her lips.

Gavin: No one, is afraid of anything.

***

We came to Gavin's classroom.

The classroom door was not locked. I turned on the light, saw that the writing on the blackboard had not been cleaned.

MC: Gavin, which table is yours?

Gavin was a little surprised. He looked around and pointed to the back of the classroom by the window.

Gavin: There.

MC: Is this one?

I walked to the back of the classroom and stared curiously at the graffiti on this table.

MC: "Early" was carved upside down on the table,... I can't tell that you are quite easy to learn.

Gavin: …It’s the back one.

I followed Gavin's gaze and looked back. A desk was in the corner next to the wall.

MC: But after so many years, It must have changed many seats, and the table may not be this one.

I took the opportunity to sit down in the seat where Gavin had been, and looked around.

MC: Um... the vision from the blackboard is not very good.

MC: But the ventilation is good, it should be comfortable to sleep here in the afternoon.

I don't know if it was because of listening to my serious comments, there was a sporadic smile on his lips.

Gavin: Why are you talking about that suddenly?

MC: I told you before, we organized ordinary citizens and Evolver to build a wishing wall.

MC: I thought I would see a lot of fanciful and weird wishes, but after seeing it, I realized that this was not the case.

MC: "I want to eat hot pot for the last time", "Reunion with my family", "I want to reconcile with the lover who broke up"...

MC: That’s why I realized, everyone’s strongest wish is, actually a regret that has not been realized.

MC: That's why...

I want to make up for these regrets.

We left the classroom, and walked down the stairs. The sound of different footsteps echoed in the dim staircase.

Gavin: Are you scared?

MC: Hm?

Gavin: I remember many horror legends circulated in schools.

He slowed down as he spoke, always keeping a step away from me in front of him.

I hesitated for a moment and wanted to tell Gavin that I was not afraid.

In other words, I'm more afraid that the road under my feet will be finished soon than I'm afraid of these stories.

I hope the stairs below my feet can be longer, preferably without end.

MC: .....Gavin.

I stood on the edge of the steps, turned my head, and could not help calling his name.

A repressed impulse, drove me to do something.

He stood on a step lower than me, stopped, and looked at me with some doubts.

The few rays of light that leaked out of the window fell between us, cutting light and dark apart.

This light is like a crease, and I stand in front of him now, as if witnessing the folding of the years that have separated us.

Gavin: I know what you want to say.

His voice was lightened for an instant, with a sure smile.

The next second, he bent down, clasped my chin, and kissed me.

- Part 5-

The dim lights on both sides of the road passed through the dense leaves, scattered on the ground.

The library didn’t open, Gavin and I were strolling around the empty campus.

There seemed to be a warm touch remaining on the lips, I looked away pretending to be calm, always embarrassed to meet Gavin's gaze.

The bell rang in the distance, and the ginkgo leaves rustled down.

For a time, none of us spoke.

The meteors in the sky are getting denser, and my heart is beating faster and faster.

An uneasy premonition told me, that moment was approaching.

MC: Although shooting stars can be seen every day, it seems that many wishes are too late.

I pretended to smile with ease, breaking the deadlock between us. Gavin seemed to perceive something, and his amber-colored eyes looked at me.

Gavin: MC, You haven't finished what you just said.

Gavin: You keep asking about my wishes, what about yours?

MC: My wish...

My voice couldn't help but stop.

The ginkgo leaves on the branches are crumbling, and some are knocking on the windows of the school building behind them.

These leaves rustle on the branches in summer, and they creak when they fall in autumn. Every leaf makes a nice sound, but I have never noticed it.

I suddenly knew what my wish was.

I want to walk slowly at the school gate before the class bell rings.

I want to look up in the library and take a good look at the teenager sleeping opposite me.

I want to catch the wind at the age of seventeen, and say goodbye to him before the ginkgo leaves fall.

I looked up at Gavin, suddenly I wanted to cry.

MC: What if my wish will never come true?

Gavin was taken aback, for a long time, he rubbed the top of my head.

Gavin: Then go ahead.

Gavin: The wish that may not be reached now, but if you come back one day, it's already by your side.

I took a deep breath and grabbed his hand.

MC: Gavin, I am going to do something very important now.

MC: I kept busying myself a few days ago, thinking that if I didn't think about it, I wouldn't be sad until that time.

MC: But now I want to thank you, you gave me the courage to face it.

I felt like crying, but still managed to squeeze a smile.

MC: I'm leaving.

Gavin was silent, he gently stretched out his hand and stroked my face.

Gavin: I seem to be very bad at saying goodbye, and I have never been able to say goodbye to you every time.

Gavin didn't ask why or where I was going. He seemed to have known about this a long time ago.

Just hugged my arm hard and hot, as if to hold something at the last moment.

MC: This time it's my turn to say goodbye to you.

MC: We have experienced so many things, so this time is nothing.

I feel my body is getting lighter and lighter, and my limbs are gradually losing consciousness.

Perhaps that moment has come, my mind is getting harder and harder to concentrate, only vaguely seeing deeper and deeper sadness in my eyes.

MC: You told me...

MC: Regardless of the wind, the pigeon has its own direction, and I think I should do the same.

MC: But I am a person who has no sense of direction. I may go the wrong way and it will take a long time to get back to you...

Tears still fell unconvincingly, I sucked my mouth and wanted to speak again, but Gavin interrupted my words firmly.

Gavin: It doesn't matter if you go the wrong way.

Gavin: It doesn't matter if you come late.

Gavin: When I was seventeen, you let me know the direction of the wind.

Gavin: So it’s the same for you, just walk in your direction, no matter where you lead...

Gavin: My wish, is to meet you.

The white light was like a trickle, slowly seeping from the girl's body, illuminating the whole night.

MC: When the time comes, please correct my direction.

Feathers fluttered slowly from the girl's body.

The sky seemed to show a gleam of light, and the wine fell on the white feathers piled up under the girl's feet.

Gavin stood there quietly for a long time, his eyes always on the place where the girl disappeared.

He looked at the feathers scattered on the ground and the ginkgo that was blown away by the wind, his lips moved slightly and his hands slowly dropped.

The clear and distant "ding dong" echoed in the empty campus---

The bell rang after class.

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Mismatch- Part 16

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

When everyones dates go very well

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“Thanks for dropping us off,” Marion slides out Selina's car, Kagami and Chloe following, “We couldn’t take the same route as them,”

“I’d be disappointed if you did,” Selina teases, with an edge of seriousness.

“Thank you,” Kagami chimes in, getting waved off by Selina as she and Chloe leave to hunt down the targets.

“So you’re going to tell him?” Marion whispers through the open window.

“Yep,” She sighs, tightening grip on the steering wheel, “We’re going to go on a date of out own, completely romantic, then ruin the evening,”

“You really think he’s going to be mad?” Marion cringes, getting a reassuring smile.

“At me,” She clarifies, “Don’t you worry he’ll be thrilled to have more kids,”

Marion holds back a laugh at her exasperated tone, “Have fun,”

“I won’t,” Selina assures, throwing back a, “Have fun,”

“I will,” Marion grins, spying on the totally-not-a-date between two disasters will be nothing but entertaining.

Marion waves at the leaving car before jogging to catch up with the girls. Staying slightly behind to watch them try and talk about plants. Chloe trying to sound more intelligent than ‘look at the pretty flower’, not that Kagami would mind. He resists the urge to drags his fingers through the leaves of ferns and vines as they walk down the winding paths of the botanical garden. Too many times has he touched plant life only for it to wither and die later, a side effect of holding his miraculous too long. So he always made sure Marinette is around to counteract the bad luck.

The urge gets easier to resist as they enter a more open garden area, filled with flower patches and green grass. Probably the cleanest place in Gotham likely thanks to a certain rouge that would hunt you down for littering here. He spots the two lovebirds and directs the girls to a nearby tree well suited for hiding behind as they spy on the little picnic Adrien has set up, in a grassy patch surrounded by flowers.

“Oh my god,” Chloe groans, “How can they be such idiots?”

“Can we just tell them?” Kagami asks irritably, not for the first time.

“No, let their relationship take its natural course,” Marion scolds, not for the first time.

“Do you think they’re going to be just as slow when they’re together?” Chloe complains more than asks, “Will they ever get married?”

“Are you kidding?” Marion scoffs, “The day after they get together someones going to propose,”

“Probably both,” Kagami predicts, watching as they both fumble over something.

“Probably,” Marion and Chloe both agree, as the fumbled object gets dropped.

“Well, hey there!” a high pitch voice shouts through their whispering, “Who’re we spying on?”

Marion whips around coming nose to nose with Harley Quinn herself. He takes a step back to see Poison Ivy standing just behind.

“Um…” Marion debates going for his baton, they didn’t seem hostile but they don’t need to be to cause damage, “Our friends date?”

“Ohhh!” Harley stands on her tiptoes to look over their heads, “Aren't they just precious?!”

“Yes,” Ivy agrees to Harley’s goo-goo eyes despite not having looked over once.

“Let's go say hi,” Harley links her arms with Marion and Chloe’s dragging them over to the picnic.

“What are you doing here!” Marinette shouts as soon as they approach, seemingly more surprised at them than the two rogues.

“I caugh’em spyin on ya and decided to drop in,” Harley releases them and sits down, “This looks delicious!”

Harley takes a cookie from a plate, eyes lighting up when she takes a bite. Marion locks eyes with Marinette as confused as him. It only gets worse when Ivy sits down as well, on the grass not the blanket. Well it’s not like he can just leave. Marion shrugs and sits down, immediately reaching over to steal from Marinette's plate, ignoring the plates around him.

“Sooo,” Harley hums partly around a mouthful of cake, rocking back with legs crossed, “What’s ya names,”

“Marinette, that's Marion,” Marinette hisses his name, as she tries to snatch back half a sandwich.

“Oh! Brucie’s kids!” Harley claps her hands together, “You’re the Wayne twins!”

“Uhhh…” Yes? No? Kinda? Soon? It’s up to him?

“No they're not,” Kagami takes a seat following Chloe, “It’s just a baseless rumour,”

“Yep!” Marion agrees way to loudly, “A completely baseless rumours, no fact here, nope,”

The look he gets from Marinette is expected, but it’s Chloe’s lingering gaze that really gets to him.

“I like what you’ve done with the flowers,” Marinette covers for him, alerting him that Poison Ivy had made many more bloom.

“I didn’t do much,” Ivy says, even as the grass around her is a couple inches taller than it used to be, “They already wanted to bloom so bright at seeing you,”

“Really?” Marinette sweat drops, reaching for her bag, “I do have a bit of a green thumb, I take care of a garden back home,”

“What wonderful things do you grow?” Ivy asks with keen interest, Adrien off to the side looking awestruck at Marinette’s composure.

“She’ll be takin all day now,” Harley spins towards the three other date crashers, “I didn’t hear your names!”

Chloe and Kagami startle as she leans further into their personal space.

“Surely if you’ve heard of the twins you’ve heard of me,” Chloe flips her hair, only getting a blank face from Harley, huffing, “Chloe Bourgeois,”

“Kagami,” She replies curtly, “Marion doesn't appreciate date crashing,”

“It’s alright Kags,” Marion assures, he more had a problem with having to hold her back from yelling at them both when they didn't kiss after fireworks.

“Ohhhh, are you two dating,” Harley stage whispers, making Chloe choke on her drink.

“No not at all,”

“Just friends,”

And not friends in the Adrien Agreste way.

“Ew gross you two dating?” Chloe cringes, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

“Oh! Then you two!” Harley exclaims, addressing the girls.

“Umm…”

“Well I….”

“Yes,”

“Rion!” Chloe yells, blushing furiously at his shit eating grin.

“Well let me give you some advice,” Harley sing songs, a not so subtle glance back at Ivy.

“I don’t think that's necessary-”

“Hush now,” She shushes Kagami, “So when you're on a date and some bozo tries interrupting, there's this nifty thing you can do with certain nerves-Or! If you have the tools, a good whack upside the head-Or! My favourite! You get your gun and…”

Marion shifts away, still keeping Chloe and Kagami in his sights, both completely red.

“-And I planted this one three years ago,” Marinette explains, letting Ivy hold her phone, eyes glued to whatever picture was on it, “I know they tend to like partial shade but I found this one prefers to be more in the sun, so I just move it on especially sunny days,”

“Your garden is brilliant they all look so-” Her gaze snaps up to Marion, making him freeze in place, “They do not like you,”

“Um,” It takes a second to realise she was talking about the plants, “I guess not, the plants at home like me,”

“Do they?” Ivy frowns, and Marion desperately hopes she likes Marinette enough to not attack him.

“Well, we have a catnip plant that does,” Or at least Plagg likes it enough to do his best not to let anything, even himself, destroy it.

“You do?” Ivy turns to Marinette, who starts talking about the plant.

Marion takes this opportunity to escape back into the conversation they were having with Harley-

“And if you really want to have fun in bed you can-” Nope never mind.

Marion stands, considers bringing Adrien along to find some more snacks for their bigger group. But he seemed just as enthralled with Marinette as Ivy is with plants. He walks off waving to Marinette as she looks over to check on him. He smiles at the silent desperate pleads for help Chloe and Kagami give him. With a bounce in his step Marion walks off.

He didn’t even realise he had left them alone with two rouges until he was halfway through the gardens. Whatever. Marinette could handle them and they both seemed friendly enough, if not very polite. If they wanted to crash a date he can think of another person that would rather it happen to them.

“So the twins got out of hospital yesterday,” yes because that's a good way to bring up the topic of your illegitimate children to their out of the loop father.

“That’s fast,” Translated means; I’m suspicious.

“Did you look into those Paris heroes?” No she isn’t stalling not at all, this is important.

“I did, they’ve been working mostly alone for years,” Bruce scowls, picking at his food “I don’t know how the league hasn’t heard about this,”

“Didn’t Marion say this Ladybug person fixes everything?” Selina hums, she had been to Paris and never saw anything, they couldn't be that good could they?

"Is that what he meant?" Bruce looks up at her genuinely puzzled.

Selina hides her smirk behind her wine, which she desperately needed for this conversation. She had forgotten not everyone could understand their babbling. Not even Bruce, yet. She merely hums in response, before taking a gulp of wine.

“I plan on contacting her,” Bruce admits out loud, their secluded rooftop table ensuring privacy, “Did they say anything more to you?”

“They’ve had some other things on their mind lately,” She doesn't meet his eye, so they were back to this topic, great.

“Post traumatic stress?” Bruce guesses, she wished- wait no- that's not good.

Selina would rather do this a hundred times over than have her kids suffer like that. Fortunately they didn't seem to be. Which could be concerning in its own right.

“No, actually, they seem completely unaffected by a near death experience,” Selina sighs, they should be right? Thats normal for regular people right? Well they weren't normal, mainly because of the man sitting across from her, who needed to know that, “Just like their father,”

“Tom?” of-fucken-course he had to make this harder, no she will not admit she was purposefully vague.

“No,” Selina feels the anxiety in her chest choke her, “You,”

And nope that last word only made it worse.

“... What?” Bruce pauses, fork still in mid air.

“You,” She places her empty glass down, the clink hitting the table deafening.

“... Selina, what are you saying,” Bruce lowers the fork, halfway between a scowl and suspicion.

“I mean we’ve been at it for years is it really that surprising?” Selina tries to play off, joking tone not overshadowing her panic.

“Selina,” Theres that stern tone, paired with the signature Bat glare.

“... They’re your kids, our kids,” Selina corrects, making sure to meet his eye. No tricks this time.

She lets the silence hang, studying Bruce's face. At first you can clearly tell he's trying to keep a mask on, but it cracks bit by bit. She sees confusion, realisation, panic, anger, disappointment all over lapping. Swirling together repeating over and over again until settling on anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” He explodes, pushing her off the ledge she had been on all day, or the last couple days, or hell for eighteen goddamn years.

“Because you-you’re-” She fumbles, so many reasons, mainly relating to Bats in some way, but that wasn't the main reason, “You said you didn’t want kids!”

“You never told me I already had kids!" The realisation hits Selina that he remembers.

If it was just now, or he had for years. He remembered the night she had asked if he wanted a family. He had said no. That he couldn't. That he had a responsibility to the city. So she had left. Not daring to see him when she was pregnant and not wanting to see him afterwards. The next time she saw Bruce he had just adopted a child.

“What would you have done! Huh?!” A child who a year later was chasing criminals around Gotham, “Would you quit? Would you dress them up too and make them fight crime!? I sent them to Paris to avoid that!”

“You know full well I never made them do anything!” Maybe not on purpose, but they do a whole lot for his approval.

“Their kids Bruce! You should have never let them join you out there!” She rants, pacing away from the table.

She gave them up so they would never join her either. Although with how much Marion likes cats he would surely love his own cat suit.

“How would you know what would happen?” Bruce demands, keeping pace with her, dragging his hands through his hair, “I-god- I hadn't even adopted Dick yet and you wrote me off!”

“ Exactly , do you really think you could have raised them!” Dick's his argument for good parenting? Better than Jason.

“Maybe I wanted to!” Bruce yells, anger crumbling, he collapses onto a love seat looking over the city, “Maybe I wanted to raise at least one of my children,”

“I know,” Selina tentatively sits on the chairs arm, reaching over to him, “But they deserved a chance to live without all this ,"

She vaguely gestures to the city and partly to Bruce. Who looks offended at his inclusion.

"They’ve been in Gotham a week Bruce," She slides into the seat, arguing her point before he has the chance, "And they have the press after them, villains attacking, they just got out the hospital ,”

“Hm,” Bruce looks out at the city, not really seeing any of it. “They really are like me huh,”

“Without a doubt,” She gets a slight tug at the lips from Bruce, completely humourless.

They fall silent Bruce looking out at the city. She studies his expression, less of a world wind of emotion now but certainly still in turmoil. He starts to fix his mask back in place, she looks away so he doesn't have to. Looking out at the view they were meant to be enjoying on their date. One that she had planned. Bruce was never going to trust her to plan one again. Or at least he will always be expecting her to spring shocking news on him.

“What do you want to do now?” She asks the question she has wondered for years.

Whenever they were alone and things were calm, unnervingly calm for Gotham. She had thought of telling him. Partly because the calm alarms her, in a life of chaos she felt out of place in it. It would be the perfect way to bring the storm. While cats tended to hate water she has been an alley cat all her life, the calm was meant for house cats. However, thats what the other part of her wanted. For that calm to stay, but to include their kids. Who always sat at the edge of that calm, threatening to ruin it never letting her settle into it. Maybe that was why she could never enjoy it. Maybe now that they were in the storm, the next calm would be with the two of them.

“... I don’t know,” a rarity for the Batman, more common for the man underneath.

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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I Forgot That You Existed : Epilogue

A/N: . And this is the end of the series really enjoyed writing this. Hope you all enjoyed it too. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It’s been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : mild swearing.

Mini Playlist : London boy and Lover by Taylor Swift

"The news is just loving you." You chuckled sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling on your phone. Tom grimaced.

"Just check out the headlines"

Trouble in paradise

Wedding a PR stunt? You read out.

"My PR team is so pissed at me right now they are on the edge to handle this whole mess."

You were scrolling through your feed as you stumbled upon a photo of yours with Tom posted by a fan account. It was a recent photograph from the carnival where you are seen holding hands walking through the crowd. It was a backshot but it did leave little to anyone's imagination that it was you and Tom. Whoever posted it wrote with the caption.

Is it?? Are they?? OMG!! 😲😍

"Oh fuck me!!" You cursed.

"Darling I would love to do that but I'm sort of busy right now with making you breakfast." You gave him a dirty look and shoved your phone to his face.

"Look at this." Tom was puzzled at first then slowly his eyes widened with shock as he took a look at the photo.

"What the fuck!!"

"I'm so dead Alex is gonna eat me alive." You face palmed.

"How did they even get this?"

"How can I know?! Someone must have spotted us and clicked it."

"What do we do now? There is no way people are gonna believe that we aren't in a relationship."

"I'm in no place to take in the hate so…" you got busy with your phone.

"Wait what are you doing?"

"Nothing just desperate times calls for desperate measures." Being in this industry one thing you have realized is that people will believe anything posted online and Alex has taught you a few tricks to handle these kinds of situations. So before people start making a fuss about that photo you decided to share some photos from the vacation on your Instagram. The first photo you posted was of you, Tom and Harrison which you captioned

Best friends for life!!💕🍻

You posted a few more including one from the carnival too.

"Well disaster averted temporarily. We can clarify things further in interviews."You winked, showing him your phone. Tom stood in between your legs wrapping his hands around your waist.

"My girlfriend is a genius."

"That I am." You smirked.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" he pouted.

"Tom are you serious? I already extended my stay by one week for you. If I stay any further Alex will just kill me. And don't you have a press tour coming up?"

"Yeah fine will miss you though."

"Me too" you pecked his lips.

"By the way I was serious about that before, you know in the kitchen." he drew circles on your skin.

"I didn't say no either" you bite your lower lip batting your eyelashes innocently. Tom tightened his grip on your waist, peppering you with kisses on your neck you squeaked as he lifted you from the counter.

Three Years later…..

"Y/N just relax." Zendaya said. You were pacing in your bridal suite.

"I can't, this is just too much to handle, do you think I should run away? Tom will understand right?" you blabbered.

"Y/N it's totally normal to get cold feet for the bride to be before her marriage." Elysia tried to calm you down.

"And if you faint on the aisle, your maid of honor and the other bridesmaids will be honored to catch you." Zendaya chuckled.

"Not helping Z." You deadpanned.

"Umm Elysia you seemed quite calm when you and Sam got married how was that so?"

"Believe me girl I was nervous as hell. All sorts of doubts started hovering in my head like what if this is a mistake? What if all goes wrong? But once when I was at the aisle and saw his face all my doubts cleared away. This is the man I love and spending my life with him will be the best thing in the world. Whatever may come in our way we will overcome it together."

"Wow that's a great insight."

"You got this girl! " Chloe cheered you whilst fixing your dress.

"How is the bride doing?" El enquired as she entered into your room with a jovial smile.

"Oh hi El!" you eagerly went and hugged her.

"Hi darling!"

"You're late by the way." You quipped.

"I'm sorry dear the flight got delayed."

"Girl you seem to be doing much better than your groom. I just happened to pass by your husband and by his looks he seemed like he would shit in his pants any moment." You all burst out laughing.

When the news of your wedding broke out it became the talk of the town.

You wanted it to be a private affair away from the prying eyes of the media. So what's better than getting married in the peace and serenity of the countryside in the presence of your close friends and family.

The aisle was beautifully decorated with white lilies and roses.

Tom was shuffling on his feet at the aisle.

"Dude everything is fine, stop worrying. She will be here in a few minutes." Harry tried to boost his confidence.

"You know Y/N is a sort of fickle minded what if she had a change of mind?" Harrison chuckled.

"You know what Harrison? You are the worst man." Tom grumbled. Harrison laughed.

Finally, the priest came out and asked everyone to stand. It was your turn! All eyes would soon be on you. Chloe and Ed's three year old daughter Belle was your flower girl for the wedding. She looked cute in a pink gown as she walked on her little feet lining the path with white rose petals as the music started.

You only took two steps out before you were greeted by your father. He escorted you down the aisle. He became your strength; without him you would have fainted you thought. The guests looked at you, taking pictures of your dress, waving at you, smiling- one thing was for sure, though… no one made a sound.

Up ahead you saw him, Tom. Your future husband, the love of your life, your everything. He stood taller, his shoulders back and his eyes on you. If you weren’t mistaken you could have sworn tears filled his eyes.

Tom stood there hypnotized seeing you in that pristine white wedding dress you looked like a dream he thought as you walked towards him.

At the end of the aisle your father hugged you

“I'm proud of you jellybean” it was a kind of emotional moment for you as a few tears slipped down your eyes so as your father's and then he presented you to your groom. He placed your hand in Tom’s and smiled. As a couple, Tom and you stood in front of the priest.

Before your father walked away, he patted Tom on the shoulder. That was his way of welcoming him into the family.

Standing next to your love felt overwhelming. You glanced at each other for a moment.

"You look beautiful." Tom mouthed to you.

"You too." You mouthed him back with a wink.

Elysia was right you thought, an unknown excitement surging inside you.

Was this really happening? Will I soon be Mrs. Holland? You thought.

The minister said to guests, “You can now be seated”. Everyone followed his request.

“Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony.”

He said the speech and afterward you exchanged vows, tears filling both your eyes.

Paddy walked in with Tessa who had your rings in a basket she was holding in her mouth. Everyone went 'aww!' as she looked adorable in a wedding tutu walking over to the aisle. You placed Tom's ring on first, then he placed on yours.

“With the power invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Tom leaned in and kissed you,softly like he’s never done it before. Everyone cheered for you, however you barely noticed; your full attention rested on Tom.

And you left the stage with Tom hand in hand. Though you were against doing any kind of wedding tradition but your bridesmaids were adamant for the bouquet ceremony so you had to give in to that. They lined behind you.

"Okay girls you ready?!" You tossed the bouquet. You turned to see Zendaya had caught it.

"I knew it was your turn next." You cackled.

"This is not done. We could have done the garter ceremony too; it would have been so much fun." Harrison complained.

"I think you guys had your fair share of fun on the Bachelorette with all the booze and that stripper that by the way our parents aren't aware of" you muttered with a stern look in your eyes. Harrison gulped because he was behind the whole Bachelorette fiasco.

"Yeah we are fine." he said timidly.

You went to change to something more comfortable for the reception.

The lawn buzzed with excited chatter and children ran between the tables in a good natured game of tag. There was the scraping of chairs as folks got up for a standing ovation as you and Tom made your way to the head table, smiling and holding hands. There were cheers and someone whooped.

As the evening progressed everybody had loosened up a bit. People were chatting, eating and enjoying the reception.

"Finally the number of women are increasing in the Holland family." Elysia announced. Everyone laughed.

"Ah! seeing you two together really makes us happy" Nikki said.

"Yeah now it's time you give us our grandchildren too." Your mother joked. You and Tom flustered at that.

"Moomm!! we just got married. We are too young for that, let us enjoy this time." You whined.

"Honey I had you when I was 25. No pressure though take your time."

It was the time for your first dance with Tom,your friends pulled you both to the stage, a soft music was playing. You held his hand, his other hand resting on your waist as you swayed to the music.

"So how are you feeling wifey or may I say Mrs Holland?"

"Umm the weather is a little warm, feeling a little bloated other than that I'm doing fine hubby." You chuckled.

"You know I was so nervous I actually thought what if you changed your mind about the wedding?"

"Not gonna lie I was actually thinking of running away." You smirked. You exhaled resting your head on his chest swaying to the music.

"Hey you okay?"

"Yeah why?"

"Nothing, just all that baby talk."

"Hey it's totally fine I'm way over that. And I would love to be a mom again but not now."

"Just imagine you me and our four little halflings. We could have two girls and two boys or three girls,one boy or a pack of four boys like us or.." You cut him off.

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down mister. First of all we are not having more than two.''

"But why? I'm totally gonna be a hands-on dad I promise."

"Easy for you to say because I will be the one going through the whole birthing process. So no uterus no opinion. And isn't that why Thanos snapped in the first place overpopulation, limited resources." You chuckled, snapping your fingers. Tom shook his head laughing.

"I would be so glad if I have twins all the hassle in one time."

"Whatever you want darling. You know how much I love you."

"I know and I love you too."

"Okay how about three if not four?" He suggested.

"If we are to count you, I'll have three kids to look after so your wish is fulfilled already." You laughed.

As the reception was drawing close you went up the stage tapping on the microphone to seek everybody's attention.

"Good evening everyone. First of all, I really wanna thank each and everyone for blessing us with your presence at our wedding and making it memorable."

"Tom and I have known each other since we were kids. Our mother's were convinced that we would end up together and so we did though we had to go through our own rough patch. But I'm glad that eventually everything got sorted out and the credit goes to our families and friends."

"It's no secret I write songs taking inspiration from my life and Tom has been a major part of my life. So this is for you hubby."

The band played the notes as you started singing.

"I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives"

Everyone clapped and cheered. Tom's whole face lit up as he looked at you.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you (ooh)"

Tom was blushing at his seat as Harrison elbowed him in a teasing manner. You had a wide smile as you looked at him.

"And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English"

You took the microphone in your hand singing and walked over to Tom extending your hand to him. He took it and got up from his seat as you walked him over to the middle of the stage.

"You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you"

You stood there glancing at his eyes.

"So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)"

Present day….

"And that is how your mum and dad got married kids." Harrison finished his story letting out a deep breath.

"Wow uncle Haz that was epic!" Your seven year old daughter chirped in awe.

"Yup everything was epic with those divs."

"We are back!" Tom announced as you both entered your house.

"Peter! Vienna! Where are my pumpkins?" you called out as you heard shuffling of feets and giggles.

"Mommy!! Daddy!!" your little munchkins came running to you.

"There they are." You cooed. Your five year old son launched himself into your arms as you picked him up.

"Did you have fun with your uncles?"

"Yess!!" Peter said beaming with joy.

"Uncle Haz and uncle Harry were telling us a story." Vienna informed you.

"What story bubs?"

"Your and daddy's love story." You and Tom looked at each other smiling.

"Oh really? I hope they didn't go much into the details keeping it kids friendly."

"Of course Y/N you really don't trust us do you?" Harry said feeling offended.

"To be honest, No" you replied bluntly.

"Where's Ava and Jordan?" you asked whilst putting Peter down.

"They are with their moms at mum and dad's house helping with dinner." Harry said.

"Okay then let's get you guys ready and then we will go to grandma's for the Christmas Dinner eh?" Tom said to your kids.

"Yayy!!" Vienna and Peter rushed back to their room.

You were at the doorstep as you rang the bell as you were greeted by Nikki.

"You guys are late."

"Sorry, someone was way too confident about his navigation skills so had to take a detour." You eyed Tom.

"That wasn't completely my fault. How would I know that the road would be closed?" Tom retorted.

"It's Christmas time Tom! Everyone knows." You both started arguing at the doorstep.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Okay that's enough for now, God you two have been married for almost 10 years and still your non stop bickering continues." Nikki scolded you both.

''You got all the things I told you to bring?''

"Yes mum." Tom said sheepishly.

"Merry Christmas grandma!!'' Vienna and Peter came rushing in clinging on to her.

"Aww Merry Christmas my loves. C'mon get inside all your cousins are waiting for you."

After the dinner all you ladies gathered in the living room and gossiped among yourselves and your husbands were chugging on to their beers and having their share of laughs in the dining room.

The kids were busy playing amongst themselves.

Vienna came up to you and tugged on to the sleeve of your sweater. You turned to look at her brown doe eyes which she totally inherited from Tom along with her luscious curls. She was a stark image of him.

"Do you need something peanut?"

"Mom, will you sing for us? Pleaasse." she innocently asked, making a puppy face the trick she had picked up from her dad in the meantime. And how could you say no to that.

"Anything for you honey. Can you bring me my guitar love?"

"Sure mom." Vienna beamed with joy as she ran to bring your guitar. You slipped down the couch to sit on the carpeted floor stretching your legs as you strummed on to the chords.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover"

Vienna sat beside you. You swayed sideways while singing to her. Vienna tried to sing along with you clapping her hands to the rhythm. Peter came running and settled down on the other side of you resting his head on your lap. You stroked his hair with your hand gently.

"We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my lover"

The boys heard you singing as they got up and flocked in the living room. You glanced at Tom standing at the doorway smiling and gave him a subtle wink. He can never get enough of you, every time he looks at you he falls in love again and again. Sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky? You were perfect, who gave him the two most precious gifts of his life. His heart swells when he looks at his little family. You make him whole.

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover"

Tom walked towards you and picked up Peter making him sit on his lap as he sat beside you. His one hand went to wrap around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, you looked at him smiling. You were so proud of this man, the perfect husband, the doting father to your children you didn't have words to express. Tom rested his head on your shoulder, Vienna and Peter clinged on to you as you sang. You felt full from the inside out.

'' Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover"

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Between Worlds; Chapter Four

Previous, Next, Masterlist

A/N: This chapter is gonna be split into maybe three parts. Don’t worry, this is just for Y/N’s character development then we get some Zuko ;) Please enjoy!

!!TW!!Swearing

Over the past few days, you were healing from your injuries caused by Zuko. Your chin had a slight scar, but you had a second-degree burn on your right hip. Katara made sure that you always had a wet cloth over the burn to soothe the pain, it worked. Sometimes. Going to the City of Omashu really strained your body. Although you connected with a good friend, Bumi, the challenges he gave you were far from easy with your injury. On the bright side, you saved a village from the Fire Nation’s oppression. That made you feel nice, like you were now actually worthy of the label Avatar.

You were brought back to reality and away from your thoughts by the smell of something charred and burnt. It smelled like charcoal. You leaned over Appa’s saddle to look down. “What is that?” You ask, pointing down to the ground below you. Sokka, who was steering Appa since your injury, looked over too. “It looks like a scar…” He said now guiding Appa to the ground where the scent came from.

Once the three of you reached the ground, you jumped off, using your staff as a walking stick. “The Fire Nation.” Katara whispered walking around. Your heart hurt to see such destruction, this forest was somethings home. Birds, deer, bears, even insects. Sokka glared as he looked around at the burned wood and grass. “Those monsters.” He grumbled kicking a rock. You sat down on the burned and blacked ground. You let out a deep sigh and hunched your head forward. “This is horrible.” You whisper, silently cursing at yourself for letting this happen. You started to fidget with the staff, running your fingers along the grain of the wood.

You were snapped out of your trance when something hit your head. You turned around seeing Katara with a handful of acorns. “Katara- What the hell?” You glared at the other girl, “These are acorns, Y/N. That means the forest will grow back with time.” She smiled. Then you remembered, this was the Winter Solstice episode. Your mind was still so foggy about your life before this. You just knew you had to help with whatever disaster was coming. “I guess you’re right.” You mumbled and stood up, using the staff to stabilize yourself. You heard shuffling footsteps from behind you, you turned around taking a defensive stance.

You relaxed, seeing as the source of the sound was an old man. “Those….markings! Those are the markings of an Airbender! You are the Avatar!” The old man said in shock. “I saw the flying bison and thought I was going insane, but now I see that I am not! Come with me, my village desperately needs your help!” You raised an eyebrow and looked back at Katara and Sokka. They looked just as confused as you. “Yes. I will gladly help you and your village.” You say sweetly, now following the man to his village.

A few buildings in the village were smashed and in ruins. The old man lead you to a building in the center of the village. “This young woman is the Avatar!” He said proudly, gesturing to you as you entered the building. “The rumors are true…” A middle-aged man said, causing murmurs among the people. Inside of the building, it seemed to house all the villagers, there weren’t that many, about 20 or 30 people. You suddenly got flustered by all the attention, light blush dusting your cheeks. Finally, you got enough courage to silence the murmurs.

“It’s nice to meet you all. So…how may I help you guys?” You smiled at them, but it soon fell because of the depressing atmosphere. “I’m not sure there is much you can do.” The middle-aged man spoke up. “Nonsense! She’s our only hope!” The elder jumped in. “For the last few days at sunset, a monster comes to our village and attacks us. He is the Hei Bai, the black and white spirit.” He explained with a worried look. Sokka raised an eyebrow at them suspiciously. “Why is it attacking you?” “We don’t know. But for the past three nights, it has taken one of our own. We are especially fearful because the Winter Solstice draws near.” The elder continued. “What happens then?” Katara questioned. “The spirit world and our world get a stronger bond. We fear it will become more powerful and kill us all.”

You were the bridge between those two worlds, so you had to do this. You didn’t really didn’t have a choice. You walked down the village, using the staff as a walking stick since you had a limp. Thanks to Zuko. Sokka was getting antsy, he wanted to get out there and help, you were injured and at to fight a spirit monster?! It was insane to him. “We can’t just cower in here while Y/N facing a fucking spirit monster thing!” He whispered shouted to Katara, who elbowed his side at such language. “If anyone can save us, it is her.” The old man spoke. Sokka crossed his arms glaring out the window.

You planted your staff down into the soft Earth. You really didn’t know how to do this. “Umm…The sun has set. Where are you, Hei Bai? Spirit?” You called and looked around. “Well, I hereby ask you to leave this village alone!” You yelled in a commanding tone. You were answered by a breeze of wind going through your face. “Okay then. I guess that’s that.” You smiled triumphantly and began to walk back to the building in the center of down.

A black monster came to view with a white underbelly, unknown to you though. The beast followed behind you as you walked back, until it let out an exhale, making your hair flow forward. You yelped in surprise before turning around and facing the creature. You smiled sweetly and looked up at it’s…eyes? You looked at where his eyes would be. “You must be Hei Bai! I’m the Avatar. I’m the bridge between the spirit and human world.” You said, but it just ignored you and turned to the right to smash a building. You flinched at hearing and seeing a small home being smashed. That was someone’s childhood home. You narrowed your eyes at the beast. “Hey! Listen to me! I’m trying to help you as the spirit bridge!” You barked, the beast turned around now, hitting you across to another house.

There was a crash when your body his the roof of the building. “That’s it. She needs help.” Sokka grumbled walking out. “Sokka no! Get back here!” Katara yelled worriedly, it wasn’t any use though. She started to follow but was held back by the middle-aged man, “It’s not safe.” He said softly, Katara reluctantly stayed put.

“Hey! Hei Bai! Over here!” Sokka yelled throwing his boomerang at the monster. It hit its head, which caused it to turn towards Sokka. You finally got up after groaning and looked at Sokka in shock. “Sokka go back!” “No Y/N! We can fight him together!” “I don’t want to fight him-” You started but was immediately interrupted by Hei Bai grabbing Sokka. He yelled in shock but the monster started to run away into the forest.

You got onto your gilder trying to follow him and the spirit. “Sokka?!” You called for him worriedly. “Y/N! Over here!” Sokka called back. You followed his voice until it disappeared. You landed back in the scar of the Earth. You gripped the glider until your knuckles turned white. You fall to your knees while tears started to roll down your cheeks.

“I failed.”

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EDINBURGH TO BOSTON - CHAPTER 17 - WITH YOU, I AM BORN AGAIN.

Good evening all. I am re-posting the last two chapters of E-to-B so you can either catch up if you didn’t get a chance to read it or it is new to you. I will post Chapter 18 tomorrow night. The newest chapter will be posted most likely this Thursday. At the very latest Friday. Thank you for your patience in waiting for each chapter.

AND HAPPY WORLD OUTLANDER DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is a very, very long chapter. in fact it comes in at over 9300 words. I had considered breaking it up, but in the end, I felt it would lose some of the continuity if I did.

Also, when you think about this chapter this is a “making up” chapter. So at the end of the chapter, there is an NSFW scene. Please take this as an advisement if this is not your thing.

For the sake of the story, J&C are in business class on the plane. BUT, in order to make certain things happen, we must pretend that that darned console is not there.

Again the title of the chapter relates to a Motown song. The song to me represents coming together. There is a link at the end and I wound hope that you will listen to it. To me, it just says Jamie and Claire. I thought it very apropos considering what they went through in Boston and having almost lost each other. That is the reason for the choice of title and song. I hope it makes sense to you like it does to me. There are still some unresolved feelings, but we will get to that a little later.

As always I am deeply indebted to @scubalass who keeps me honest with the story, finds my mistakes, and keeps me on the straight and narrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you.🧡🧡🧡🧡

I am always open to questions about this chapter or any other chapter. Any thoughts comments or suggestions are always welcome.

Thanks for reading my ramble. So without further delay, I give you the newest chapter of Edinburgh to Boston. Here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy.

Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter 17

With You, I Am Born Again

The slumbering beast droned awake. The engines hummed as the jet slowly taxied into position for takeoff. Having received clearance from the tower, th e Captain released the deceptive power held in check. Roaring to life, the air shook around its massive body. Gathering speed, the lumbering giant began its climb toward its skyward goal. Thundering it thrust forward shearing the air mass surrounding it. The flaps moved into place and the brakes groaned as the landing gear retracted with a loud thud. Continuing its ascent, the silver leviathan increased its speed causing air molecules to strike the fuselage mercilessly. It finally reached cruising altitude leveling off. And it became blessedly quiet. Claire Beauchamp raised her head up from its hiding place within the crook of Jamie Fraser’s neck. She looked like a snail peeking out of its shell after a rainstorm. “‘Tis alright lass. We’re in the air. ‘Tis safe tae come out now,” he coaxed her. “Easy for you to say, Fraser. You’ve never been in a plane crash.” Childhood memories of the plane crash that took the lives of her parents still haunt her. Claire survived the accident because her mother sacrificed herself using her body to shield her precious daughter from injury.

“Aye, yer right, Sassenach. And I hope I never find out what that’s like.” Smiling at her, he placed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

Claire leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. “Another seven hours and we’ll be in Scotland. I can’t wait to go home and leave the memories of this miserable trip behind us.”

“Ye ken it was no’ a total disaster Sassenach,” he suggested trying to lighten her mood. “We made the acquaintance of Harry and Maizie and we had fun in the park, did we no?” He looked at her with a sidelong glance, “Then we umm,” he cleared his throat. The beginnings of a spectacularly vibrant red blush colored his cheeks, “then we became better acquainted, several times. I hope I was no’ a disappointment tae ye Claire,” he said shyly.

“A disappointment? Were you a disappointment? Fraser, I have never been so thoroughly shagged in my life. A disappointment, forsooth!”

The redness on Jamie’s cheek deepened. A self-satisfied smile splayed across his face.

“Ye ken we still have three days left before we have tae return tae work. Do ye have any idea of what ye would like tae do?”

She tilted her head back as she stared upward contemplating his question.

“For one thing, a nice long soaking bath,” she exhaled with pleasure. “Wearing my softest pyjamas, curling up in bed and sleeping. Oh! And order take away so I don’t have to go grocery shopping and cook. It just sounds like heaven.” She smiled contentedly as she stretched languorously.

“Ye ken Sassenach I hoped that we could spend the time together.” Sagging into his seat he radiated a sense of disappointment at the prospect of not spending the time together.

Running her fingers over his cheek, “I didn’t say I wanted to do those things alone, did I? Is your bathtub big enough for two?”

“Yes. No. Yes!”

Is a bathtub big enough for two what it would take tae get Beauchamp into his home? He wondered? I may be looking at a bathroom renovation if it doesna fit the two of us. Ah weel a small price to pay, he thought.

“‘Tis big enough for me so a wee lassie like you should have nay trouble fitting in it.” Thinking about the last time they shared a bath together made the tips of his ears turn pink. What is about Beauchamp that could reduce him to an awkward blushing schoolboy?

“I guess we will have to find out together, won’t we Fraser?” Claire licked her lips as if she was going to sample a tasty morsel. “I also seem to remember you promised to do things to me that would make me scream once we arrive home. You are a man of your word, are you not?” Claire responded in a seductive voice.

It was his turn to make her squirm. “Claire, I am a man of my word. I intend to make ye scream with the wanting. I will have ye riding waves of pleasure till ye can bear it nay more,” his smile both reckless and savage made no mistake as to what his intentions were.

Her eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped. She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry, arid like the deserts of her youth. She knew he meant it. It almost sounded more like a threat than a promise. A threat she couldn’t wait for him to make good on.

“Ye should get some rest, Claire. Ye’ll need it,” his whispered with a provocative voice weighty with a primitive want and need.

His eyes closed as a small smile curved on his lips.

Claire reclined her seat, but could not sleep. She was restless wriggling around trying to find a comfortable position to nap in.

“Ye canna sleep, Sassenach? Yer wiggling like a wee lad with a toad in his pocket.”

“No, I can’t sleep. Just couldn’t get comfortable.”

“What is it? Is there anything on yer mind?” Jamie didn’t trust that she still wasn’t keeping secrets from him.

She looked at him shyly, “Now that you mention it, I do have one more confession to make.”

He sat up straight, bracing himself for the worst. “And that is…what?”

“I really can bake you know. I just never made a cake with a saw in it.”

Laughing, she completely reclined her seat and moments later her body relaxed into sleep.

Jamie watched her fall asleep, just as easy as you please, “Christ, Claire, ye will be the death of me yet,” he muttered shaking his head. With one hand, Jamie took a blanket twirling it open with the dexterity of a matador swirling his Capote de Brega covering his Sassenach.

The cabin was dark for some time and all around him, the sounds of passengers settling in for the night time passage had little effect on Jamie. The pull of sleep would not come. His mind jumped through the events over the past several days. With her startling revelation of abuse and rape at the hands’ of her ex-husband, he feared she might compare him to Frank. Not that he would ever hurt her. God, no. But there was something about Beauchamp that drove him to extremes of emotion. He wanted to protect her like a wee kitten that he could keep safe in his shirt and cradle tenderly. And then. And then there were times he wanted to take her, spread her thighs wide and plow into her like a crazed rutting bull. That’s what worried him. What if he could not be gentle? Would he frighten her? He did not want to be compared to him. Over and over again, he told himself his fears were baseless, senseless. After all, they had been intimate several times without the slightest hint or suggestion that she was afraid of him. He would need to find a way to reassure her. And perhaps, himself. Coming to a decision, he closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

Several hours later, Jamie woke only to find Claire awake as well. She was reading a book on her tablet, one of those bodice-rippers that she was so fond of.

Claire turned her head toward Jamie’s movement. “Can’t sleep?” she inquired.

“Nah. Uncomfortable. I see ye canna either.”

“No, I usually don’t sleep well, if at all, on planes,” she shrugged as this was an accepted fact of life.

They sat quietly for a while until Jamie broke the silence. “Would ye like tae hear a story, Sassenach?”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Weel, did I ever tell ye the story of Mary McNab?”

“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“Then, I shall,” he smiled brightly. “Mary McNab lived with her husband and son in a small croft on the Lallybroch lands. Her husband Ronald worked with my Da on the farm. Now Ronald was a very good worker. He had one flaw. He turned mean when he drank. Whenever he got paid or came into some extra money, he would make his way to a local pub. After staggering home, he would take out his frustration and anger on his wife and his poor wee laddie. If his son made too much noise while playing or his supper was not to his liking, they suffered for it.

One hot summer day Jenny and some of her friends made plans to go swimming at the loch. As they approached it, Jenny spotted wee Rabbie McNab with his fishing pole sitting shirtless on a log, hook dangling in the water. On hearing the laughter of the approaching girls, he jumped up tae get his shirt that hung over a tree branch but dinna get himself covered before the girls saw him. The lad was covered in bruises in various colors, purple, yellow, and brown.

Jenny reached him and spun him around to face her while he struggled into his shirt.

“Rabbie, who did this tae ye?” Jenny demanded her face white with shock and anger.

“No one. I…I fell down the stairs,” the scared lad told her. He knew what would happen if he told.

“I dinna think sae. I ask ye again, Rabbie McNab, who did this tae ye?” Jenny had heard rumors about his father’s drunkenness and the abuse he heaped on his family.

The boy went silent. His head hanging down low.

“Sae that’s how ‘tis? Come on then,” Jenny grabbed him by the hand pulling and dragging the boy along with her.

“Miss, where are we goin’?”

“Tae see my Da. He’ll get tae the bottom of this.”

“No, Miss, no! Ye canna! Please!” The bairn clearly panicked at this possibility.

“Why no’, Rabbie?”

“Because if my Da finds out…” His free hand went tae his mouth as he realized what he had said.

“Mmphm. Rabbie dinna be afraid my Da willna let nay harm come tae ye.”

Da and I were mending the sheep’s pen, again. It seemed that Huey, the fifth in his line, managed to create a hole large enough allowing him and his harem to escape.

Holding Rabbie’s hand so he would not run off, Jenny explained to her Da what prompted her concern for the wee lad showing him the bruises on Rabbie’s back.

Rabbie finally and tearfully told the truth.

You could see how angry my Da became as he listened tae the story. His eyebrows drew in and his lips formed a tight line.

“Alright, Master Rabbie get ye inside. Tell Mrs. Crook tae feed ye up, aye? I need tae speak with my daughter and son.”

Rabbie hesitated.

“Get ye gone, lad. Miss Jenny will come tae keep ye company directly.”

The boy took halting steps toward the door, fear and worry emanated from his small form.

“Oh, and Rabbie, dinna be afraid for yerself or yer Mam, aye? Nay harm shall come tae either of ye.”

The boy nodded his head. A glimmer of hope and trust brightened the sad hazel eyes.

I looked at my Da wondering what he would do. How do you interfere in another man’s family? But, then this was no ordinary problem. Wife beating. Child beating. This was different.

“What are ye going tae do Da?”

Da paced back and forth, running his hands through his thick black hair contemplating the question. “I dinna ken laddie, but by Christ, I will do something. I canna sit by and let the pur lad and his mam be beaten every time the man is gone with drink. Let’s go talk with Mistress McNab,”

So I went with my Da tae the McNab croft. Mrs. McNab, of course, denied everything saying her bruises were the result of accidental injuries. She claimed to be a clumsy person, always tripping and falling. She said her laddie took after her, bumping into things, falling, tripping.

Da took her by the hand leading her to a chair to sit. “Mary, ye ken that I know. I have seen Ron at the pub o’er taken with drink. I’ve seen him get into fights.” Brian’s hazel eyes went soft with compassion. “I will see ye and yer lad safe. I can give you the protection of my home and my family’s good name. But, Mary ye must tell me true. Is he hurting ye and yer son?”

Mary McNab searched the depths of Brian Fraser’s warm hazel eyes finding the kindness in his soul. She opened up in a great flood of emotions telling us everything.

Listening intently, Da drummed his fingers on the table considering what she had tae say. He came tae a decision as Mrs. McNab finished her story.

“Mary pack what ye think ye and yer son will need. Ye will come tae stay at Lallybroch until we straighten this out. I will call my lawyer tae see what can be done legally tae protect ye. Then you can decide what you wish tae do. Jamie, go help Mrs. McNab.”

So Mary McNab came home with us. Da called Ned Gowan our lawyer and Mary decided it was in her and her son’s best interest tae get a divorce, which she did. Da hired her tae help Mrs. Crook with the running of the house.

“Jamie, what about her husband? Didn’t he create a fuss? I can’t believe that he agreed to a divorce so easily.”

“He dinna. Ron marched up tae our house and began tae bang on the door calling out my Da. He told my Da that he had no right tae interfere with another man’s family. And as head of his household, he would do as he saw fit.”

“So, my Da asked him where he lived.”

“Have ye gone daft man? Ye ken fine well I live here at Lallybroch.”

“So ye admit ye live on Lallybroch land, do ye? Which is my land, of which I am the Laird? So as the Laird ‘tis my duty tae see tae the welfare of all who live on it. I am responsible for the welfare of every soul here including yer family. So, I say tae ye now Ronald McNab get yer things and get ye gone from my property. Yer services are no longer required.”

With that my Da turned around and went into the house, leaving Ronnie standing there agog.

“Your father used his authority as the Laird to keep her safe and make her husband leave the property, then. I thought you told me that the title of Laird was only honorary.”

“That’s right ‘tis. But in the Highlands memories are long and traditions die slowly ye ken?”

“I’m glad everything worked out for Mary and her son, but why did you tell me this story?”

He took her very small hand in his large warm one, holding it tenderly.

“My Dad asked me if I knew why he brought me along with him. I foolishly told him because he needed another man along with him, to protect his right.” Jamie smiled remembering his youthful faux pas. “My Da looked at me with a benevolent smile and I could see him thinking. I think that day my Da realized that I was becoming a man and no’ just the wee red-heided bairn that chased after him.”

“Aye, Jamie lad I did need a man with me,” Brian Fraser remarked solemnly giving his beloved son his due. “And since ye are near becoming a man grown there are some lessons ye need tae learn that will govern yer behavior yer whole life.”

“Sassenach, ye should have seen me! I puffed myself up like a proud peacock ready tae receive the sage words of wisdom that my Da would impart tae me. I think my Da almost damn near collapsed trying no’ tae laugh at me.” Jamie shook his head recalling his younger self.

Looking at Jamie, Claire could see the love and respect he had for his father. Something she had always wished she had known with her father.

“Da said he took me along with him tae see Mrs. McNab because someday I would hold the title of Laird. As such it was necessary for me to become a fear an urram. Part of being a duine urramach was the need tae have respect for the land and the beasts in my care. And men of honor have a call tae duty toward the people in his care and those he would meet in life. Most of all, a true man had tae respect women and hold them in high esteem. For women are our strength, our hearts, and the hope for the future. Above all else, a true man respects and cares for those he loves. As they are the reason men rise in the dark of the morning and return home with the setting of the sun laboring so that they can be safe and secure. My Da had a wistful look on his face, staring at something only he could see. He looked at me then told me something I dinna understand at the time, but I do now.”

“Mo mac,” Brian Fraser said, “one day ye will find a lady who will be yer anchor in life. Ye will tether yerself tae her for she will be yer safe harbor. She will stand by yer side through the good and the lean. Yer bairns will be sheltered in her body then brought forth in great pain which she will willingly suffer. Her heart and body will comfort ye when ye are sore with fatigue and worry. She will take ye tae her and ye will find peace. She will be yer home. When ye find her ye must treasure her, Jamie, for she is a rare jewel. Dinna abuse her ever.”

Jamie grew quiet recalling the day the Fraser men discussed what would become the guiding principles in his life.

“I asked my Da if this was how it was between him and my Mam.”

“Da gazed out over the land he loved, the land my Mam loved. When he turned tae look at me, his eyes gleamed full of emotion, love, and joy for his land, his bairns, and his wife.”

“Aye Jaime ‘tis. ‘Tis.”

His hand moved to cup her face. “Ye mo chridhe are the love of my heart and my soul. I tell ye this as I dinna want ye ever tae be scairt of me. I would never hurt ye, or…” he choked on the words, “force ye. I couldna bear it if ye were afraid of me,” he said with a hitch in his voice.“

Jamie turned in his seat allowing him to drop his forehead to Claire’s touching, breathing in their shared space.

“I never thought you would, Jamie.” Her hand reached to cup his cheek.

They shared the silence and stillness of their own thoughts as the jet whisked them homeward.

*****************

Traffic back into Edinburgh was light at that hour of the morning. The Uber silently pulled up to the curb in front of Jamie’s flat. Gallantly, Jamie opened the door for Claire offering her his hand for her to step out of the car. Fishing around in his pocket he found his keys. Handing them to Claire, he told her to go inside and get comfortable. He would be along with the luggage shortly. The driver opened the boot and placed the luggage on the pavement.

“Oi mate, what does yer wife have in the bag, eh? Rocks?”

“My wife, he thinks she’s my wife. Do we look like a couple already?” The thought pleased him that they did and a wide grin spread across his face. “One day she will be my wife. One day she will wear my ring.”

Jamie cleared his throat, “She likes to be prepared.”

“Fer what? An apocalypse? Christ man feels like she packed the entire flat in here!”

Jamie just shrugged giving the man a generous tip for his help.

“She is a bonny lass, though. Weel, luck tae ye man,” and sped off to his next call.

He managed to get all the baggage into the foyer and kicked the door closed.

There she was walking around his sitting room picking things up and putting them down. Seeing her there made his heart speed up. She looked so natural there like she belonged there, with him.

Claire turned around after hearing the door slam shut. She flushed worried that he might think she was snooping about. Which she was.

“Jamie, I hope you don’t mind my looking around. You have a lovely home.”

“Thank ye. ‘Tis no much, but ‘tis comfortable.”

His flat reflected him, masculine and functional. Although the room was devoid of a feminine touch it was tastefully decorated. The room was spacious with a large butter-soft gray leather settee, a bold geometric white and black patterned carpet over the hardwood floor, several comfortable armchairs, and a bookcase filled with assorted books dominated the room. An antique wooden trunk place in front of the sette served as a coffee table. On a far wall, a fireplace with a large flat-screen television above it made quite the statement. Most likely for Jamie to watch his beloved rugby games. Another wall displayed various photographs and portraits of his family as well as small paintings of what looked like pastoral scenes. Here and there there were small splashes of color to break up the greys, blacks, and whites of the room. A tartan gracefully draped over the settee.

“Yer welcome to look about, Sassenach. ‘Tis no much tae see. Just a bachelor’s home. I’ll be putting the luggage in the bedroom.” He looked at her to see if she reacted to his statement. Claire only nodded then asked if she could help.

“Nah, I’ll manage. Why don’t ye make us some tea? Are ye hungry? I could make us something to eat if ye like.”

“Hmm, I could stand to eat a bit. I’ll start on making the food while you take care of the bags.”

“Ye can cook!? I dinna think ye had the opportunity to learn.”

“Oh, I can. I just don’t cook much since it’s only just for me.”

Jamie took their bags into his bedroom. A king-size bed big enough to accommodate his large frame stood as the centerpiece of the room. The palette of the room was neutral colors soft beige, cream, and taupe. The room spoke of a man for whom the room became a respite from the stress of his professional life. The en-suite could only be described as luxurious. One wall is covered in multicolor gray stone tiles, the others were painted white, a black marble countertop with a clear glass bowl basin sink completed the esthetic. He looked at the tub and felt delighted that it would accommodate the two of them. Should he get some scented candles, he wondered? What about some bubbly stuff that smells good? Is that what lasses liked? He thought of asking his sister but damn the wee besom. She would be all into his business and he would have no peace. He would need to figure it out himself. Moving back to the bedroom, Jamie opened his chest of drawers. Would she want to leave some of her things here, he wondered? Ought he to make room for her? He worried that he was pushing things too fast. Better safe than sorry he reasoned. He picked up a pile of old workout clothes from a drawer and stuffed them into the back of a closet. He should have gotten rid of those clothes a long time ago. Having Claire in his life will mean changes, good changes. One that he wanted to make permanent.

He lifted his head and smelled an enticing aroma. She can cook. In the kitchen, he found her busy at work. She listened to some jazzy music as she cooked and was shaking that glorious arse of hers in time to the beat. He didn’t know which he was more hungry for the food or her.

“Something smells good Sassenach. What are ye making?”

Claire turned to face him beaming with happiness and pride. She had a towel draped over one shoulder and her hand one hip.

“Well, Fraser you didn’t have much in the way of food in the refrigerator so we’ll have to make do with this. It’s just a small snack, really. Just about two bites each.” The table was set and the food plated with the panache of a food stylist. There were crispy baguette slices toasted to perfection and fragrant with olive oil. She placed dollops of goat cheese on the bread and covered it with beautifully grilled peach slices. A chiffonade of sauteed basil garnishes the top. And to pull the flavors together a drizzle of honey making it sparkle. Mugs of earthy coffee sent tendrils of fragrant steam into the surrounding dining area whetting their appetite.

Jamie stood there with his mouth open in disbelief.

“Sassenach, you did this? By yerself?” His mouth hung open in surprise. He only had expected tea and buttered toast, but this was an amazing treat. It looked good enough to have been plated for a fine restaurant.

Claire squinted her eyes at him, her foot tapping showing her annoyance at the implication.

“I told you I can cook and quite well for that matter. I just don’t. Now, why don’t you sit down and put some food into that gaping hole of your mouth before you begin to catch flies with it.”

He quickly sat rather than catch the wrong end of her pique. “I dinna mean tae offend ye, Sassenach. I just dinna think ye had much time tae learn with all the traveling ye did with yer Uncle ‘tis all.” Jamie decided the safest thing to do would be to just eat and not say anything else that could get him into trouble.

Claire somewhat mollified by his explanation simply nodded. “Uncle Lamb made sure I became exposed to what he called ‘womanly arts’. So I learned to cook, keep house, manage budgets amongst other things women should know,” she said with a devilish grin on her face. “It has come in handy.”

“I must thank ye, mo leannan. ‘Twas delicious. And I would like tae repay ye by being in charge of dinner. Would ye mind going shopping with me to fill up my empty refrigerator?”

They meandered along the High Street keeping well away from places where friends could easily spot them. Neither wanted to be found by colleagues or acquaintances just yet. At least not until tomorrow. Holding hands, fingers linked together, they peered into store windows, carried on conversations about things of no great consequence. With the afternoon chill descending on them Jamie and Claire stopped for tea at his favorite tea room. The tearoom evoked the feeling of being in a grannie’s sitting room. It was a bit cluttered with an assortment of antique nick-nacks on display, lace tablecloths covering the tables, and a small bouquet of flowers on the table. In truth, it was cozy and utterly charming. The tea warm and fragrant was served in delicate rose-patterned china cups and a variety of sweets and pastries graced the table. They found a table by the window where they could observe the passers-by. Heads bent in whispered conversation, soft giggles uttered, they sipped and nibbled as hands connected unable to bear lack of contact.

The afternoon sky began to lower threatening a change in the weather. Jamie brought Claire’s hand to his lips leaving a tender kiss on her palm. “We need to leave Sassenach before we get caught in the snow.

Claire hummed in agreement. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go buy something for dinner and go home.”

He was startled by her answer. Was she considering his place as her home already? He rather hoped that she would.

They went to the nearest market to stock up for a while. Claire regaled Jamie about the different cuisines she tried while traveling with Lamb.

“Did you know that guinea pig is considered a delicacy in parts of South America? I never tried it myself but Lamb did. He had to or risk offending the Headman of the village.”

He marveled at the things she told him. Her life experiences were so different from his own.

“Ye mean the wee animals that live in cages and run on a wheel?” He grimaced at the thought.

“That’s a hamster. Guinea pigs shouldn’t use a wheel. Bad for the back, you know.”

He made what Claire referred to as a Scottish noise in the back of his throat. “I dinna ken ye knew sae much about the wee beasties.”

“As a child, I was like a sponge sucking up knowledge from my experiences with Lamb. It was an unorthodox lifestyle for a child but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.”

He watched her as she stood amongst the display of produce, her index finger tapping her lower lip as she concentrated on what to choose. She examined everything for freshness, ripeness, color, texture before choosing. He was enchanted by her. She truly was a Sassenach, an Outlander. Claire did not belong to England nor Scotland nor America nor anywhere in particular. Having had such a unique upbringing, she was a woman belonging to the world. She belonged to nothing and yet to everything. It was this otherness about her that intrigued him, made him desperately want her to belong only to him.

Making short work of gathering their staples and perishables, they made it back to Jamie’s flat before the storm broke. The wind whipped up around them blowing Claire’s hair into wild disarray. Laughing they stumbled through the door almost collapsing on each other. The door slammed shut from the force of the wind.

They placed their bundles on the kitchen island unpacking their delectables. Jamie gave Claire a sidelong look. Clearing his throat and keeping his eyes averted he said in a nonchalant voice, “Sassenach I, er, um, I made some room for ye this morning in the bathroom for yer personal things. I, ah, also made room for ye in the chest of drawers and in the closet should ye wish tae put your things in there. Maybe ye might want tae leave some of yer things here. But only if ye wish tae.” The tips of his ears turned pink, he worried that this might be too fast, too soon to suggest such a thing.

Claire looked up at him her bottom lip quivering. “You did that for me? I…” She placed both her hands on his cheeks bringing him closer to her. She leaned in kissing him soundly on the lips. Turning away quickly from him before the tears could escape the dam, she ran toward the bedroom to see what he had done for her.

Jamie smiled contentedly as he watched her scurry away. While she was occupied with unpacking her things, Jamie made a phone call he hoped would also please her. He continued to put away their purchases and set the table for their dinner. Hopefully, Aldo would not disappoint.

Claire busied herself with putting away some of her things. Jamie making room for her spoke volumes to her. He was trying to make her comfortable in his home. He wanted her there. As she placed her hairbrush, shampoo, and other toiletries in the en-suite she developed a warm feeling of belonging that she had never before experienced, not even in her own home with Frank. She wondered if this is what home felt like.

Having completed arranging her things, Claire came out to find the dining area glowing with the soft light from dinner candles, the table set, and dinner served. Jamie escorted her to the table, giving her a slight bow, “My lady,” seating her then taking his place opposite her.

“How did you, when did you…”

“I did promise you dinner. I dinna say I would make it myself,” as he waved his injured hand about. “I have a friend Aldo who owns an Italian restaurant close by. He sometimes sends dinner if I have a long day.”

“This is excellent, Jamie. How do you know Aldo?”

“He is a footie mate and a damn good goalie too.”

After finishing dinner and wine, Claire offered to clean up. “You went through all this trouble it’s the least I can do,” she smirked.

“Nay, Sassenach. ‘‘Twas my treat. Why dinna you get comfortable? It’s been a long couple of days.”

Standing she stretched until she heard little popping sounds between her vertebrae, “Perhaps you’re right. I think a shower is in order. Will you be coming soon?”

“Aye, I will. Just as soon as I put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers away.”

Claire undressed taking her robe with her into the bathroom. She decided to ask Jaime for his tee-shirt again to wear to sleep. Having something of his next to her skin was a balm to her soul. She shampooed her hair then washed with her favorite body wash. Looking in the mirror she thought her hair resembled a wet poodle. With a towel wrapped around her head, she walked into the bedroom to find Jamie shirtless and shoeless only his jeans remained.

He smiled broadly at her, “A quick shower, then tae bed.” The heat of the water felt comforting. But he had no time to linger as his thoughts gravitated toward his lass. He wanted to, well he knew what he wanted to do, but would she? They were both jet-lagged, but just maybe.” He dried off and wrapped a low hanging towel about his hips. Opening the bathroom door, he stood there watching her as she tried to brush out several recalcitrant knots out of her curly hair. He could hear her mutterings and swearing. “Bloody-minded hair.” A particular mutinous snag gave rise to a blasphemous “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”

“Here Sassenach, let me,” Jamie coaxed the brush from her hand. “When I was a young lad, I would brush my Mam’s hair for her when she felt troubled. She said it helped her tae relax.”

He sectioned her hair gently then began brushing it, working the tangles out. He worked slowly, carefully working each snarl out all while whispering softly in Gaidhlig.

There was something supremely peaceful in Jamie’s touch. Claire slipped into an almost hypnotic state. She relaxed under his skilled hand and the susurrous of the brush skimming through her hair. Her eyes closed enjoying his surgeon-like expertise. Methodical, proficient, and meticulous. Just like he approached everything. No wonder his mother liked him to brush her hair.

He was totally focused on the task at hand making the unruly mass of curls into soft waves and tender ringlets. One would have thought that her hair would feel coarse and rough. But no, her hair was soft and lush. He brought a lock of her hair to his nose. It smelled of herbs and flowers soft and fragrant. It smelled of her. Jamie paid great attention to the colors of her tresses. Predominantly it was brunette with wisps of caramel, cinnamon, and auburn scattered throughout. Jamie let the strands slip over his fingers like silken threads to once again cascade over her shoulders. “Mo nighean donn,” he whispered.

Claire turned her head to him. “You have called me that before but I never asked what it means.”

He smiled, “It means my brown-haired lass.”

“I have always thought brown to be a rather dull color.”

Jamie placed an errant curl behind her ear, “No, no’ dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, where it ruffles over the stones. Dark in the wavy spots with bits of silver and auburn where the sun catches it.”

He put the brush down on the bedside table, turned to face her. He lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. Her eyes were pools of liquid honey warm and sweet.

Claire fell into the depth of his eyes, so impossibly blue that it seemed that part of the sky fell into them.

“Jamie…”

“Dance with me, Claire.”

She looked at him in surprise and question.

“You mean here, now, like this?” Her eyes took in their mutual state of undress.

“Besides, there is no music and truthfully I can’t dance.

“‘Tis nay bother. Music ye shall have. I’ll tell ye a secret, I canna dance too. I’m tae big and clumsy. Dinna be afraid ‘tis no’ but a bit of swaying. I think we can manage that without damaging each other.” Jamie extended his hand for her to take with a smile so brilliant it rivaled the summer sun.

She knew she should have resisted and said no. But Claire found herself powerless, mesmerized by him. She reached out her hands clasping theirs together. He pulled her toward him. Their bodies touching.

“First, ye need to take this off.” He began tugging at the ties of her robe. “I need tae feel ye next tae me.”

Her hands entwined with his as they worked to release the tie allowing the satiny fabric to slip off her body. Standing there naked she felt just a bit foolish.

“Now your turn.”

Giving the towel a quick tug, it fell away landing on the floor. He kicked the towel and robe out of the way, widening their area to move.

They were bare to each other. His arousal full and complete.

Once again he drew her into him, his large hands settling on her hips, while Claire’s hands rested around his neck.

“Alexa,” Jamie called out, “Play With You I’m Born Again on repeat.”

The room filled with sultry vocals and seductive notes from the piano.

Jamie pulled her deeper into his embrace feeling the fullness of her breasts against him, her nipples hardening from contact with his chest. His rigid cock pressed firmly upon her belly.

Their bodies moved in sync to the music swaying together like flowers in the wind. His sound hand floated over her back holding her close, reducing whatever little space still separated them.

Tucking her head neatly under his chin, Claire’s eyes drifted shut, sighing in contentment. He was warm and had a masculine smell rather spicy she thought. Pepper, ginger, lemon, and coriander. Overlaying that was his own unique scent which could not be masked. She nuzzled into his chest breathing him in making small wuffling sounds.

“Are ye smelling me, Sassenach?”

She looked up at him with a dreamy look on her face, “Why yes. Yes, I am,” and returned to resting her head against him.

Jamie gave a soft chuckle and placed his head atop hers.

He crooned softly into her hair,

Come bring me yer softness

Comfort me through all this madness

Woman, don’t ye know with ye I’m born again?

Looking up into the face of her love, Claire sang softly back,

Come give me your sweetness

Now there’s you, there is no weakness

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again.

They joined together in a duet singing softly of their love for each other,

I was half not whole, in step with none

Reaching through the world, in need of one.

Come show me your kindness

In your arms I know I’ll find this.

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again.

Jamie bent down kissing Claire tenderly on her lips,

Woman don’t ye know with ye I’m born again

A single tear ran down her face,

Lying safe within your arms I’m born again.

Jamie bade Alexa stop the music. They came to a standstill, eyes locked on each other.

“I am naught but a poor simple man. I dinna have the words of a poet. Nor can I write ye a love song. This I tell ye true mo ghràdh, I love ye. I love ye more than I have ever loved nay will ever love someone. Ye have captured my heart.” He began to tremble in her arms and stumbled over his words. “I dinna ken what a soul is other than what the priests told us in kirk. But, I kent mine was only half until I found you. When I met ye, I felt mine call out to yers for I kent we share but one soul and one heart my Sassenach. Neither of us is complete without the other.”

Claire looked up into his face seeing the truth of his words.

“I feel the same way, Jamie. I do love you so.”

A tidal wave of lust coursed through him. His pupils were blown wide open turning the placid blue eyes dark and dangerous. He dropped his face toward hers, their lips just a whisper away. Jamie kissed her with a fierceness, no perhaps it was with desperation trying to convey his feelings with actions instead of his paltry words.

Claire felt the heat rising up in her belly spreading through her like the warmth from a dram of good whisky. She parted her lips in invitation. His tongue ran over her lips then invading her mouth tasting its deep recesses as they joined in mutual caresses.

Jamie broke the kiss. His breathing became heavy with want. “I need ye lass. I canna say it plainer than that.”

Claire’s eyes of toffee gazed up at him begging him to touch her everywhere. “Then take me, now.”

“I dinna ken if I can be gentle.”

“Then don’t.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Come lass let me love ye. ‘Tis been too long since I last held ye in my arms.” He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, gently placing her down. Her hair spread over the pillow like a great nimbus cloud of light and dark. She opened herself to him with her arms raised up in supplication. She never looked lovelier than she did when flushed with desire. “Ye are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“As you say so.”

“Do ye doubt me?”

“No, what I mean is I am beautiful because you say it is so.”

“Aye, ‘tis so.”

He came to her like a starving man hungrily seizing her mouth. It would be her body and soul that would sustain him, nourish him, make him whole again. He had feared he had lost her in Boston because of his own negligence. And yet she forgave him, still wanted him. He needed to claim her as his.

“Mine,” he growled into her mouth. “Mine now and forever.”

“Yours, only you,” she sighed.

His kisses were hard, brutal leaving her lips swollen from the attention. She kissed him back with equal fervor pulling at his bottom lip biting down on it. Her own need to join with him raged through her like wildfire. She had almost lost him through her foolish fears, her foolish secrets.

Jamie began to rain kisses down the column of her neck. Kissing, nipping at the tender skin marking her as his.

“Jamie!” she cried as she raked her nails down his back raising red welts over the old scar tissue. He felt the sting of the scratches but couldn’t have cared less.

He moved down her body placing fevered kisses as he moved. Reaching her breasts, he took a delicate nipple in his mouth tongue circling it raising it to a hardened nub. He suckled it while kneading the other. Turning his attention to its fellow, it received the same treatment.

Claire arched her back and held his head in place to her breast. “Harder,” she ordered. With a ferocity, he did not know he possessed he sucked harder and bit down on her nipple. She cried out in pleasure and pain.

“Christ, I hurt ye. I’m sorry, Claire,” he worried.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Don’t stop, please.”

“Yer sure, Claire?”

Yes, I’m sure, damn it. Please, Jamie. Don’t stop.”

He gently kissed each breast in apology before taking his leave. Journeying down her he nipped at the delicate skin placing soothing kisses at each bruise. Reaching her hip he placed tender kisses to each one.

“Jamie…please.”

“Please what, Claire?”

She huffed in frustration, “I need you, now.”

“Ye have me lass, I’m right here am I no’? Adoring ye, loving ye,” as he placed kiss after kiss along her stately legs. When he reached her feet, he massaged each foot working the tension out.

“Do ye like this a nighean?”

“Yes,” she purred deep and throaty as she arched her back in contented pleasure.

Jamie chuckled with delight, “I see. And what would ye do if I did this?”

He slid off of the bed pulling her by her ankles until her arse rested at the edge. Hitching her legs over his shoulders, he placed his face firmly between her thighs.

“Christ, mo leannan, yer so wet.

Claire moaned her head tossing from side to side writhing in anticipation.

Delicately he ran his tongue over her apex tasting her, “Yer so sweet.” He found her nub the source of all her pleasure lightly flicking his tongue over it.

Claire moaned and whimpered, thrusting her hips toward him.

“More, mo chridhe?”

“Yes, yes Jamie. I want more,” she gasped out as she ground herself against his face.

Greedily his mouth took possession of her bud, sucking, licking in long broad stripes and gentle circles driving her to the edge of madness. Carefully he began to drag his teeth over the sensitive tissue and began to hum. Relentlessly his tongue dipped and swirled tasting her heat and her honey.

The sensations electrified her senses. Her body jerking, thrashing clutching at the linens.

“Ah, Jamie, please, please,” she gasped. Her hand grabbed at his head, fingers tangled in his curls holding him captive to her need.

He knew she was nearing her climax. Slipping one finger into her sweet heat sliding in and

“Tell me, Claire, how ye feel,” he growled wickedly.

Her eyes were sealed shut and she mumbled unintelligible words as she continued to writhe on the bed.

“Open yer eyes lass look at me. Watch as I make ye come. Know who yer master is.”

His eyes were trained on her, intently watching. Adding a second finger he curved them both finding the sensitive area inside her. His tongue resumed its onslaught as he pushed her over the precipice.

Claire’s eyes opened wide, seeing but not seeing and screamed, “JAIME!” Her world narrowed until she became pure sensation, pure pleasure.

“Aye, ‘tis right lass. Scream my name so all will ken who ye belong tae. LOUDER,” he commanded.

She keened, back arched, head falling back against the bed, “Jamie, only you Jamie.” And convulsed into her orgasm.

He picked her up cradling her against his broad chest bringing back to the bed resting her head upon the pillows. He murmured soft words in Gàidhlig into the glory of her hair. “Rest a neighan. For I will need tae take ye soon. I am filled with savage lust that I canna control. I need tae feel ye around me for I mean to use ye hard. Forgive me, my Sassenach.” He spooned into her back and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. His manhood hardened with wanting resting on her thigh.

Claire smiled turning to face him as she cupped his face between her hands. Her voice hoarse and no more than a whisper, “I want to feel you too. I need to claim you as my own and hear you call my name in desire. And at the end, I want to hear you cry out as you find your pleasure knowing that it was I who took you there. She kissed him at his pulse point on the neck, then boldly bit and sucked the skin leaving a mark. “You are mine Jamie Fraser, now and forever. I have marked you for all to see.” Her eyes burned bright with an untamed yearning for this man. She dragged her lips across his face and down his neck leaving searing kisses along the path. Coming to his well-defined chest she bit hard again leaving the stamp of her lust on him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God no.”

Her tongue swept over his areola and his delicate pink nipple causing it to harden at her bidding. Again she sank her teeth into his flesh causing him to gasp from her assault on him.

“Am I too rough on you,” she whispered sensually in his ear while she rubbed her breasts across his chest making her buds become firm ready for him to suck.

“Yer a she-devil come to torture me,” he moaned raising his hand trying to grasp at her breasts.

Claire threw her head back laughing. “Aye, I am. A succubus surely and I will lead us to the fiery pits of hell where we will be consumed by our lust for each other.”

She continued to scatter kisses and bites as she moved down his magnificent body. She sucked the skin over his hip, then dragged her nails through his fiery thatch the last barrier before his cock.

Jamie jolted at the sensation. “Sassenach, please. I canna bear it nay longer.”

“Please, wot?” Claire asked innocently.

“Claire, ye ken what I want and need. Please, Claire.”

“Are you talking about this? She leaned over and took him in her mouth. She unfurled her tongue over his length. She took in his whole length working her tongue over the silkiness of his cock. Using her brazen wee hand she slid it up and down his length twisting and turning all while she worked the head with her mouth and tongue diving him to near completion.

“Lass, I’ll no last if ye keeping doing that.”

Claire ceasing her assault on his flesh giving him a sultry smile, “We can’t have that now can we.”

She sat back on her heels taking in the landscape of his body. He was beautifully formed with slanted eyes, long straight nose, high broad cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips. The terrain of his body was formed by mountains of hard muscle and bone lying above the flat plains of his abdominal muscles. The man was a work of art, one of God’s finest creations.

Claire was broken out of her reverie as she became cognizant that Jamie was speaking to her. Actually, he was threatening her.

“By all that is holy, Sassenach, ye shall pay for this, severely.”

She laughed, “I believe that I have already, my lad. You had your way with me now it’s my turn.”

She lifted her leg to straddle him, brushing her wet sex over his engorged erection. “Or perhaps this is more to your liking, hmm? Which mouth do you want my lad?”

Shuddering from the sensation, he tried to will himself into control.

“Claire…” He warned.

She leaned over, drawing herself at length atop him grinding her hips against his. “Yes, Jamie?” She asked innocently.

“Ye are a verra verra wicked woman. And ye deserve tae be punished.”

Slowly his hand found its way down her back grabbing her magnificent arse fondling it pressing her close to him.

“Oh, and just how do you plan to do that?”

His hands clutched her hips moving them in lewd movements creating friction between them.

Raising up his hand Jamie gave Claire a slight slap on her buttock causing more of a sting than pain.

She wiggled her luscious bum in delight and giggled. “Is that my punishment, Fraser? I rather liked it,” she smirked.

“Then perhaps ye will like this.” Jamie seized Claire’s hands holding them above her head and flipped them over. Quirking his eyebrow, he pressed his arousal against her. “Ye like this Sassenach?”

She opened her legs wider then flexed her hips hard against him.

“Do. It. Now,” she demanded. Her voice rough and harsh.

Jamie lined himself up at her wet entrance and slowly pushed in perhaps no more than a quarter-inch and quickly withdrew. Claire gasped at the sudden loss of him.

“Exactly what game are you playing at Fraser?” She huffed in frustration. Wiggling under him Claire tried to re-establish physical contact, needing the feel of him. But he kept his distance from her.

“Ye kent I told ye that ye needed tae be punished, did I no’? The best way is tae deprive ye of what ye want. But if ye yield tae me, ye can have it. What say ye?” He replied smugly. He inched closer, letting her feel him again at her entrance.

“You’re on some fucking power trip, Jamie,” she huffed. Her efforts to join with him were fruitless as he kept her pinned to the mattress with his body.

“Aye, I am. Ye remember I told ye I would make ye scream, did I no’? And I did. Now ye tortured me to near insanity and wouldna come to me. That was no’ nice of ye, Claire. So now Dr. Beauchamp ye get a wee taste of yer own medicine. Ye dinna like it do ye?”

“No.”

“Resign yerself tae me then, beg me, and ye shall have what ye want.” Thrusting his hips forward he was mere centimeters from home. He placed soft kisses on the corners of her lips, lightly running his tongue along the seam of her mouth.

Claire struggled a few times more, just for form’s sake.

She used her whisky orbs to do her pleading. “Jamie, please, I…I…need you. I want you now. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“That’s a good lass. But, remember, mo ghràdh I never said I dinna like yer teasing, ye ken.” And he drove home sheathing himself to the hilt in one swift thrust.

“YOU son of a…AHHH!”

His hips moved within her drawing comfort from her softness getting lost in her silken folds.

She felt herself stretch as he filled her and reveled in the power of him.

He put her hands on his chest, “Feel my heartbeat, Claire, it only beats for ye.”

His mouth sealed over hers, taking possession of her breath, her sighs, swallowing them making them part of his being.

Absorbed in the feel of him, Claire wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper, deeper than either one thought was possible.

A burning tension built linking their hearts, souls, and bodies together. “Jamie,” she mumbled. “My lad, my sweet, sweet lad. How I need you. Oh god, Jamie.” Her body began to tremble and shake. “I…”

Jamie whispered softly in her ear, “Let it go, Claire surrender yourself tae me. Give me all of yourself as I give you everything I am. I can hold nothing back from ye lass.”

“Jaime. Oh god, Jamie.” Claire wrapped her arms around him succumbing to her all-consuming climax.

Jamie continued his relentless rhythm now that he had served her and began to seek his own pleasure.

Two, then three, then four thrusts, his hips moved wildly his cadence began to falter.

“Claire, sweet Jesus, Claire.” Shuddering, he bit down on her shoulder as his seed filled her.

Jamie collapsed on her then fell to the side avoiding crushing her. Pulling her to him he tucked her under his chin. Claire felt the thrum of his voice in his chest speaking Gàidhlig words of love to her. She did not understand the words but knew their meaning. Her arms surrounded his waist still not yet ready to release their connection.

“I love you, Jamie,” she whispered as she succumbed to the world of dreams.

“Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràdh.”

Lying safe within our arms, we are born again.

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Capote de brega — a cape used by a matador during a bull fight.

A fear an urram - A man of honor.

Duine urramach - An honorable man

With You, I Am Born Again - sung by Billy Preston and Syreeta Wright

Songwriters - Carol Connors/David Shire/David L. Shire

Released - December 1979

Motown Records

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqTq8gckf8E

#ICYMI

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disappearinginq · 5 years ago

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fanfic tag game

I was tagged by @waitingforthestarstofall - this will be a good distraction from rage (SO MUCH RAGE) Thanks!

Questions:

Ao3 Name: IceQueen1 (same on FFN)

Fandoms: Oh damn. Umm...written for: Agents of SHIELD, and the 100 which I actively avoid now, even if those were some of my favorite works; Lucifer, Constantine, Supernatural, Magnum PI 2018, Deception, Common Law, Daredevil, Iron Fist, Merlin, MCU-ish, Doctor Who. Unpublished: Prodigal Son and Outer Banks and one crossover with MacGyver 2016.

Number of fics: Well...depends on how you count. Posted or with every intention of posting - 56, though some of those are from when I was like 14 (it shows, but I like them and they’re valuable learning tool). Unpublished and snippets here and there...::nervous laugh:: 109?

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Toss up between Wrong Side of Heaven, Damnatio Memoriae (which has given me the worst case of imposter syndrome I kind of cry every time I look at it), and Running Up That Hill

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Catalyst - literally wrote it on an illegal lunch break on a computer that wasn’t mine and posted it on a government computer.

3. Longest Fic: Huh. Apparently not Damnatio, but Running Up That Hill, at an impressive 104k words in the Agents of SHIELD fandom.

4. Shortest Fic: Promises to the Dead in Supernatural fandom.

5. Most hits: Even without combining from FFN and AO3 - Damnatio Memoriae

6. Most kudos: Damnatio Memoriae

7. Most comment threads: Damnatio Memoriae (see a trend?)

8. Fave Fic you wrote: This is like picking favorite pets. Um, actually, despite the headaches they’ve given me, Damnatio ties with Left Behind. Both unfinished (Left Behind because I got so pissed at the 100 I stopped watching), and Damnatio because I have nightmares about it, but I think I like my writing in those two the most. Very close third is Wrong Side.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Remedy or Cecidit Angelus

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

You need to know the answer to this is 9. Possibly more. But there’s part of Damnatio:

Lucifer looked…haggard. Tired in a way she’s never seen him before, dark shadows under even darker eyes, his normally immaculate appearance disheveled as if he’d been on a bender since the last time she saw him. He didn’t stand up straight, slightly hunched over and cockeyed, though that could just as easily be because he was standing on loose sand. It could also be from the handle of scotch held loosely in one hand, more than two thirds empty. His five o’clock shadow was more like like 12 o’clock, and his hair free of product ruffled in the breeze. “You rang?” he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching as if he meant to smile as his own joke but couldn’t be bothered with the effort. He swayed on his feet before righting himself. “I was wondering how long it would take you to try this.” Chloe could smell the alcohol on him ten feet away, even in the breeze coming off the ocean. “What happened to you?” Lucifer laughed at that. It was high pitched, bordering on manic, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, his fingers scraping along the rough stubble on his cheeks. “I…I don’t know how to answer that, Detective.” He held up the scotch, violently shaking it back and forth. “To quote a younger sibling of mine - ‘I found a liquor store, and I drank it’.”

An unnamed Outer Banks fic:

JJ scoffed at that, wincing as the sudden movement jostled his ribs. “Yeah. An adult. The last thing I need right now is an adult.” He seemed to consider that for a moment. “Though…I guess there are a couple things I could need less. A snake bite. Or a jellyfish sting. Or a missing leg. Or -” “Dammit kid,” Shoupe interrupted, not caring where the list was headed. “This isn’t a game. You can’t do this on your own, you’re barely sixteen. You can’t take care of yourself at sixteen, and if this isn’t proof enough of that, I don’t know what is. You need an adult -” JJ’s electric blue eyes narrowed as he stared at him, lower bloodied lip pinched between his teeth. “Yeah? You mean the like adults who looked the other way for eight years when I came to school with black eyes and broken bones and the same clothes for weeks on end? Or the adult who gave me those black eyes and broken bones? Or do you mean the adult who killed my best friend? Or the adult who aided and abetted said adult who killed my best friend? Or the adult who tried to rob us at gunpoint. Or maybe you mean the adults who stole money from a crime scene to ‘dip their beak’? Those adults? Are those the fucking adults you mean, Shoupe? ‘Cause if not, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. I’ll take my chances. From where I’m sitting, I’m not doing any worse.” Shoupe ran an appraising eye over the kid. “I doubt that.” “The bar is pretty fucking low, Sheriff.” “You came here though, didn’t you?” JJ glared at him before turning away a muttering, “Don’t read too much into it. Robbing the CVS would’ve been a little hard to do without a getaway car.” Shoupe didn’t miss the way the kid avoided mentioning the long, ragged looking cut down the front of his left leg. “And none of your friends have first aid kits?” JJ steadfastly ignored him, ignored the way that his leg was beginning to bounce against the ceramic of the tub side as he dabbed ineffectively at the blood. “Hmm?” JJ bit his lip, whether from his less than gentle ministrations or to keep from snapping back, Shoupe couldn’t tell. Probably a toss up. “Nothing you want to say for yourself?” With a snarl, JJ whirled on him. “I can’t go to them, okay? I can’t drag them into this shit with me. Pope already lost his ticket out of here, and Kie -” he didn’t finish the thought, but there was something hard and broken in his voice as it suddenly wavered. “This is on me. I did this. So I deal with this. And I don’t drag them down with me. No one else drowns because of me.” And there it was. JJ Maybanks and John B Routledge were thicker than thieves and where one was, the other wasn’t far behind, and it’d been that way ever since Shoupe joined the Kildare Sheriff’s Department. Hell, half his calls were responding to something they’d done - a particularly memorable one being an impromptu fireworks display inside the gym when Fourth of July was rained out. What happened when one half of you was suddenly gone?

And Bad Things

The dog bit down, hard, on Rick’s forearm, teeth sinking into skin and muscle until they hit bone, the dog violently shaking its head as Rick tried to pry the dog loose with his other hand, still caught in the rifle strap. He could still hear gunfire, could still hear the lieutenant yelling at the man, but what he could hear louder than anything else was the sound of the power drill and the kid screaming in agony.

And Wrong Side

Rick tried not to think about the disaster that was his first mission as Thomas’s Overwatch. He hadn’t had much in the way of experience with SEALs, not firsthand. Marines and Navy rarely overreached during missions and centuries long tradition of hating each other kept most at arms length from each other, even back on base. Rick had plenty of experience keeping people away from him even before the Marines, but Thomas didn’t seem to take the hint. It hadn’t helped that Nuzo and TC hit it off almost instantly, and TC was less opposed to being friends with the walking ray of sunshine that was Thomas Magnum, which just made Rick all the more determined to hate the guy. It wasn’t until after their haywire mission that’d gone to Hell six ways from Sunday that Rick finally understood Thomas Sullivan Magnum. That his relaxed and affable nature wasn’t an act, and that he would bend over backwards to help anyone - anyone - regardless of whether or not he was supposed to. That he never bothered with anyone’s past, and never offered his own, because as far as he was concerned, here and now was all that mattered. That for seeming generally oblivious, the younger man missed nothing. And for all that easy going ‘rain is just another kind of good weather’ attitude, it hid a seriously terrifying alter ego.

And there’s another Prodigal Son (or two), I don’’t even want to count how many other Magnum’s, Lucifer, or random things that catch my attention because that is HOW I ROLL.

Anyway.

Tagging: @dragonnan, @beguilewritesstuff, @buckky, @itsjustdg, @21forestglades, @aliathewriter and whoever else wants to play, because Tumblr is being dumb and won’t let me tag anyone else (also, don’t feel obligated if you are tagged and don’t want to - I’m just hella nosy about sneak peeks)

#games we play #tag youre it

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kasienda · 5 years ago

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An Open Secret - Chapter Three

I apparently forgot to post this update here on Tumblr when I updated this last week. But my ML Secret Santa fic for @ladybuginettes still continues because I survived hell week! Yay!!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Advice

Something was up with Adrien. Something had changed dramatically in his entire demeanor in the last thirty-six hours. Nino didn’t know what it was exactly, but it was definitely something. Something good if Adrien’s expression was anything to go by. His friend hopped out of his car beaming like a kid headed to an amusement park for the first time in his life and not a teenager headed to yet another routine day of school. His smile was so bright it could light up the moon! The blond waved enthusiastically to his bodyguard who scowled back even as he drove away.

“Mornin’ dude!” Nino greeted, holding his right hand up and open. Adrien clapped into it and pulled Nino into a vigorous hug.

“Nino!” Adrien exclaimed with far more enthusiasm than normal. “Beautiful day isn’t it?!”

Nino’s brown eyes glanced upward. The sky was grey, blanketed in a heavy layer of clouds that threatened rain, or maybe even hail. The wind was so cold Nino could see his breath and he was especially grateful for his headphones today which were serving double duty in delivering awesome tunes and offering his ears just a bit of extra protection from the biting cold.

“If you say so, mec,” Nino agreed with a laugh.

Adrien bounded up the stairs two at a time with a literal bounce in his step as if his exuberance alone could banish the ominous weather. Nino chuckled. Alya had dubbed Adrien the sunshine child for a reason.

Nino increased his own pace to catch up at the top of the stairs. “What’s up with you, dude?”

“I’m grounded,” Adrien reported gleefully as the two of them slipped through the double doors and into the school’s main lobby.

“You’re grounded?” Nino repeated in surprise.

“Yup!”

“Okay…” Nino drawled. “You don’t seem upset.”

“It was worth it,” Adrien admitted, his vibrant green eyes lost their focus as he was clearly lost in memories of whatever had been worth it.

Nino smiled. “What did you do to get grounded?”

“I let my phone die and then disappeared the whole day,” Adrien explained as he opened his locker and exchanged a few notebooks.

“You turned it off so Nathalie couldn’t track you down,” Nino concluded. He had given Adrien this suggestion before for avoiding his overbearing guardians.

“Exactly. Thanks for that tip by the way.” Adrien grinned as he offered a fist bump. Nino reciprocated. “I tried to say I was caught up in the akuma attack. She wasn’t fooled. I guess that was stupid. That attack lasted what? Five minutes?”

“So… why were you giving Nathalie the dodge?” If Nino didn’t know better he’d swear Adrien was trying to avoid talking about whatever had made him so happy.

“Oh! I was…” Adrien blushed all the way down to his neck. His hand rubbed the spot nervously. “Uh… I was hanging out with Mari.”

Nino grinned. Alya was going to love this development! “That’s a new nickname.”

Adrien’s face burned even redder. “Is it? I swear I’ve heard people call her that.”

Adrien closed his locker, and they walked in step towards Nino’s.

“Not you though,” Nino commented, his footfalls echoing through the mostly empty hallway.

“I… guess not.”

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“So, what’d you and Mari do?”

“We played Mecha Strike. She kicked my ass a bunch!” The blond sounded positively gleeful about it. “And then we ate a bunch of pastries her dad made. But mostly we just talked. I haven’t had so much fun in ages.”

“Should I be jealous?” Nino asked with a playful shoulder bump as he turned the combo into his own locker. It opened with a click.

“What?! What for?” Adrien’s green eyes turned to him, swirling in anxiety.

“Dude! Chill. I’m teasing you. What’s going on with you and Mari anyway?”

“What do you mean?” Adrien deflected, looking away, over Nino’s shoulder to their peers walking through the hall.

Nino smirked. It was obvious that Adrien knew what he was talking about and just stalling. It was rare to see his friend so flustered, and Nino wasn’t going to lie. He kinda thought it was hilarious.

“With Marinette?” Nino prompted. “Three days ago, you were awkward as hell around one another. Now, you’re thick as thieves. What changed?”

Adrien leaned casually against the locker adjacent to Nino’s and stared upwards at the ceiling. “Honestly? It’s difficult to explain. Let’s just say that it was easier to get to know her when she stopped being so nervous around me. And man, we really get along and have a ton in common!”

“What made her get over her nerves?" Nino asked. Alya was losing her mind over it. It was like one day Marinette had just flipped a switch and went from disaster Marinette to suave confident and sassy Marinette. Nino was proud of their friend, but of course his girlfriend wanted to know the why’s and how’s of everything!

He loved that about her.

Adrien shrugged. "You'd have to ask Marinette."

“You like her?” Nino closed his locker. But they didn’t turn towards class, and instead lingered in the hallway.

“Umm… yeah?” Adrien admitted, his face blooming with pink. “A lot more than I realized. Is that weird? I know you had feelings for her.”

Nino laughed. “Don’t worry, mec. I’m with Alya now. Totally happy.”

Adrien let out a sigh and his whole form loosened.

“You were worried I would be upset?” Nino questioned with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah?” Adrien admitted with another blush. “I’m sorry. It’s silly. The last few days have been amazing, and I just keep expecting things to go wrong.”

“No worries man. If you want, Alya and I could set you and Mari up!”

“Thanks Nino. I appreciate the offer, but actually... I don’t know if I want Alya involved.”

“You have a problem with my girl, bro?” Nino teased with mock hostility.

“No? I mean, maybe?”

Nino arched an eyebrow at his best friend again.

“No offense dude, but your girlfriend is intense!” Adrien exclaimed.

Nino laughed. “Trust me, I know.” He loved that about her.

Mylene and Ivan walked past hand in hand. Mylene waved at them while Ivan offered a nod. Adrien and Nino waved back casually.

“And it’s not just that,” Adrien added after their classmates turned the corner. “I kinda want to let things develop on their own. You know that girl I was crushing on?”

“The one you work with?” Nino supplied. He never had a name to go with Adrien’s mystery crush. His friend had always been paranoid his father would get wind of things and no longer let him work with her.

“Yeah, her. Well, I rushed things with her and I messed everything up. I… I don’t want that to happen again by confessing too soon.” Adrien tapped the toe of his foot on the floor restlessly.

“I get it man. I will try to get Alya to chill, but you know she’s been an Adrinette shipper almost since she met you both.”

“A what?” Adrien asked. His face had gone scarlet again.

“Yeah, she has been rooting for the Adrinette ship almost as hard as Ladynoir.”

If anything, Adrien’s blush deepened. His face was now almost as red as Ladybug’s suit!

“Just be warned. Now that Mari’s finally turned your head, I may not be able to hold Alya back.” Not that he ever could. Alya was like a force of nature. He loved that about her.

“I-if Alya has been shipping Marinette and I… does that mean Marinette likes me?” Adrien’s green eyes drilled into him beseechingly, begging for answers.

Nino tensed.

“No no, don’t tell me,” Adrien insisted, waving away his question as he looked away. “If Marinette liked me, I’m sure she’d have told me herself.”

Nino sighed. It’s not like she hadn’t tried.

“But maybe you could answer a different question…?” Adrien turned back to his friend, his eyes troubled.

Nino smiled and gestured for his friend to go on.

“Do you know why I used to make her so anxious?” The blond looked so dejected. Nino wanted to fix it, but how could he without explaining?

“Dude! You really should ask Marinette about that! But I promise it’s nothing you did! And it’s nothing bad. In fact, I think you should just forget about it, and just tell her how you feel.”

Adrien sighed. “It’s not that easy, Nino. I overheard that she likes someone, but I didn’t catch who. If she likes someone, I don’t want to disrespect that by asking her out. I don’t want to make her mad. She deserves to be with the person she wants. Even if that person isn’t me.”

Nino wasn’t going to lie. He almost laughed. If his boy only knew! Plus, He found it hilarious that Adrien Agreste, a teenage model and celebrity who was rich and talented, had doubts about girls. Of course, Marinette wasn’t superficial like that, but still!

“Asking her out doesn’t mean she has to say yes. You’re just being honest that you think she’s amazing and are interested in something more. The ball is in her court at that point. She gets to decide what to do with it.”

The bell rang.

“What if she says no?” Adrien’s voice was so quiet, barely louder than a whisper. Nino almost didn’t hear him above the sudden bustle of activity as students moved at the signal to head to class.

Nino could not picture that eventuality. It just didn’t seem possible that Marinette would ever say no to Adrien. Maybe in some crazy alternate universe.

“Then you’ll still have an awesome friend! Because Marinette would never let something like a confession get in the way of you being friends.”

Adrien was silent for awhile. Then he turned back with a smile. “Thanks Nino! You’re right. Marinette will always be my friend if nothing else.”

And they headed towards class with Adrien’s smile once again restored.

…

A week had gone by and Adrien had yet to follow through on Nino’s advice. He wanted to. He wanted to confess to Marinette once again desperately. He had never been particularly good at holding back his feelings when he wanted something. And even though being grounded the whole week made it difficult to spend any one-on-one time with her, he still saw her every day in class and occasionally when he had managed to sneak out for patrol. And each time he saw her, he felt the air flee his lungs and his heart stutter. His whole body vibrated with nervous energy every time he saw her. He felt ready to explode like a star about to go supernova.

But he pulled back on his own proverbial reins because Chat Noir had already confessed to Ladybug. She had put him in his place not once, but twice. And God, he wanted to respect her no. He knew that she owed him nothing. He didn’t want to push past her previously established boundaries, but things felt different now.

She held his gaze constantly instead of ducking away from Adrien or glancing past Chat Noir. Her blue eyes were constantly sparkling in shared secrets and mischief. She laughed more in his presence than she had before in either of her or his personas. He could even sometimes make her blush with a single pun!

She was comfortable and at ease around him like she had always been with Chat. And she was thoughtful and sweet as she had always been with Adrien. But now, she was also open and vulnerable with him in a way she had never been with either. Before their mutual reveal, she had always held Chat at an arm’s length and been awkward around Adrien.

She just acted so differently around him now. He found himself thinking and praying that just maybe the shift signaled that she reciprocated his feelings. He wanted to believe so badly that this new closeness meant she felt the same. But he couldn’t help but worry that he was walking into a trap by getting his hopes up. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part.

Because what did he really have to offer someone like her? She was passionate and fiery while he was well behaved and boring. He knew that he had the looks and the money, but Marinette didn’t care about those things. Marinette was selfless. She was a hero because she cared about the city. He took up the miraculous because he was tired of being alone in his cavernous room. And he kept it because it meant he got to spend time with her. His motives had always been selfish.

Maybe she could be open simply because there were no secrets between them anymore. She always had to hold herself back from everyone to protect her identity, and by extension, her friends. Now, she didn’t have to.

Maybe that’s all this was.

But one thing was for sure: he was hooked, more in love with her than he had ever been before. He had thought he was lost before, but now he was truly gone. He felt seen and understood as he had never felt in his life. And he liked to think that he saw all of her in a way that no one else could as well.

He was ready to burst like a hot corn kernel about to pop. He couldn’t sit on these feelings. But he was also terrified of piercing the bubble of their new dynamic, terrified that he had misinterpreted everything and he would lose all of this.

When his house arrest had finally been lifted, Adrien wasted no time in reaching out to Marinette about hanging out after school. He didn’t care what they did, so long as he could spend more time with her. Her company, her smile, her swirling deep blue eyes, and her easy laughter were like a baum to his soul. And he was never going to get enough.

She had agreed readily enough, and suggested they just hang out at the park across from her parents’ bakery. It was a beautiful day for sitting side by side on a park bench - still freezing cold, but the sky was a gorgeous blue dotted with puffy white clouds and almost no breeze so that kept the chill out of the layers of their winter clothes. The dusting of snow remained, making the whole park look like something out of a fairytale.

He had planned on keeping the whole outing platonic and friendly. Just two best friends hanging out. Really, he had.

It had taken all of five minutes alone in her presence for him to crack. “Mari?”

“Yeah?” Her soft gaze swung to his face.

“Can I ask for your advice about a girl?”

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked away - towards a handful of laughing children throwing coins into the fountain. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice so neutral he couldn’t get any read on her.

“I-It’s a girl I work with,” he carried on recklessly. “I’m a bit crazy about her.”

“A girl you work with?” she repeated, her gaze still locked on the playing children.

“Yeah…” He followed her gaze, but his eyes remained unfocused. He was lost in memories and nostalgia of the day he had met Marinette. It was the same day he had met Ladybug. He had met her twice on the same day! That had probably been the luckiest day of his life. “I’ve never been good at standing up for myself,” he confided. “Really, I’m a bit of a pushover. And you know how controlling my father is… every scrap of freedom I can find I grab and run with it. Until I met this girl, I was always focused on what I wanted. It’s not to say I was a jerk or anything. It just never really occurred to me to think about others.

“But this girl… she flipped my world on its head.” He couldn’t hold back the huge grin that spread across his face. And he didn’t want to. “She was so nervous the day I met her, uncertain and clumsy… but when it mattered, she stood up to an absolute bastard who seems to get off on tormenting people on their worst day. And it wasn’t just that she told him off, which in my world was amazing in and of itself, but what really floored me was she didn’t do it for herself. She did it because it was right. And ever since then I have always tried to live up to her example.”

“She sounds amazing,” Marinette whispered, a note of sadness creeping into her voice. Her eyes were still glued to the disturbed snowy patch in front of them even though the children had run off a few seconds ago. She looked so lost.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Of course!” she exclaimed turning toward him with a pasted on smile. It wasn’t real. Did she think he couldn’t tell? “Please go on,” she said, gesturing for him to continue.

He hesitated. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped. She seemed resigned. Was she tired and losing patience with his repeated confessions? Was she upset that he once again hadn’t gotten her message about not being interested? Maybe she was worried that she was going to have to push him away again, hurting them both.

“If this is upsetting you,” he started softly. His fingers digging into the wooden bench with an iron grip was the only thing giving away his anxiety. “If you don’t want to hear it… I can stop.”

“No, it’s okay!” she insisted, peeling his fingers from the bench and enveloping them into her small soft hand. “I want you to be able to tell me anything! I will always be here for you, Adrien. Please don’t hold back.”

The blond collected the bits of his remaining courage. He was going to go for it this one last time. If she said no, he would work as hard as he could to get over her, so that he could become whatever she needed him to be.

“Well, I was kind’ve a jerk to her. I was so enthusiastic about how I felt that I didn’t stop to think about how she felt. I confessed to her and she said no. But I didn’t really believe that she wasn’t interested, so I kept flirting with her. I was convinced that she would eventually see the light!”

Her hand went slack in his grip.

“I didn’t respect her no and I confessed again later and I think I just made her angry. She’s under a ton of pressure, and I’m scared that I just added to it by not respecting her feelings.”

“So is this just a pattern of behavior with you? You treat all girls this way?” she asked hotly, dropping his hand onto the bench. Her blue eyes which had been so open and soft these last few days were suddenly as hard and cold as ice.

“I…” he started, completely panicked at her sudden anger. “No? Mari, I only ever had eyes for one girl.”

Her eyes widened and stared at him. He fidgeted under her gaze, feeling like a bug trapped under a jar. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but then closed again.

“Marinette?” he prompted, unable to stand the silence for a second later.

She cleared her throat. “Only one?” she asked, her voice cracked. “Y-you confessed more than once, only to one girl?”

He smiled. Had she thought he was talking about someone else? He took her hand and squeezed it. “Only one.”

“Oh.” Overblown blue eyes pierced into his own.

“Yeah,” he agreed awkwardly, his free hand getting tangled in the blue scarf wrapped around his neck.

“What about Kagami?” she asked.

The question threw him. And then his brain screeched to a horrified hault. Oh god, he had asked her - Ladybug - the love of his life - Marinette - to help with his date with Kagami! Why had he done that?!

“An attempt to get over this other girl,” he told her quickly. “It didn’t work.”

“A girl you work with?” she asked again.

Adrien had learned long ago to be patient with Marinette when she was lost in a spiral. He held her hand and just trusted that they would get through it together. “Yes, an amazing girl I’ve worked with for a long time now. My partner.”

“Oh.”

She looked so shocked, her mouth hung open in a little “o”. Adrien grinned from ear to ear now confident they were on the same page.

“So, here’s the thing,” he spoke softly, leaning forward into her space letting her face take up almost his entire field of view. Their noses were only centimeters apart. He could feel the warmth of her breath and count the freckles on her nose. “I see a whole new side to this girl, and I’m more in love with her than ever before.” Her eyes were so blue and almost comically wide.

“Y-You are?” she stammered. “You weren’t…” she looked down into her hands. “I don’t know... d-disappointed?”

“Disappointed in what?” he asked, having no clue what she could be talking about.

“Uh… when you found out that your… uh… l-love had a whole other side. I thought you might be disappointed and not interested in dating her anymore.”

Adrien felt his stomach twist in horror. He tried to think back to everything he had done or said since he learned of her alter ego that could have given her any doubt about his feelings. But he came up dry.

“Why would you think I was disappointed?” He finally asked.

“I… you stopped…” she shoved her hands over her mouth. “I can’t explain it!” She was bumping into things they couldn’t say. God, he wanted to scream. They were so close! But even now, they couldn’t be completely honest with one another.

He forced himself to take in another breath of icy air. He could at least reassure her that he had never been disappointed.

“Mari, I was ecstatic. To have two…” he trailed off suddenly realizing he couldn’t say what he wanted to either. He wanted to tell her that his two favorite people had become one magnificent and amazing part of his life. That he could share all of himself with someone for the first time ever. “Let’s just say, these last nine days have been the absolute best in my life.”

Her face flushed with the color of newly bloomed pink spring flowers. She glowed in the winter white park. “So… uh… w-why are you more in love with her now? More than you were before, I mean?”

He smiled softly at the return of awkward Marinette. He loved their new dynamic, but he definitely had missed this side of her. He held both her hands and looked straight into her eyes, trying not to drown in their swirling depths.

“She’s more human now. She has flaws and struggles. Her accomplishments are only more impressive because of all she has to juggle and manage and overcome. I look up to her. And she makes me feel seen and understood and that I have something of value to offer her.”

“So, what’s the problem then?” Her voice squeaked, as she peeked another look up at his face.

“I don’t want her to think that I don’t respect what she’s said to me in the past by asking her out again.” His green eyes held her own. Only his sweaty palms betrayed his nerves.

“Oh,” she said softly. And then she smiled brilliantly. “Then, m-maybe, you should let her make the first move.”

“Do you think she’ll ever see me in a romantic light?”

“Without knowing who this girl is, how would I know?” she deflected, but her blush gave her away. “I just was curious what you thought.” “I think that anyone who doesn’t see you in a romantic light is certifiably insane,” she whispered.

His whole face burned and he forgot how to breathe. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? He almost kissed her, but he remembered Plagg was there. Tikki probably was too. Plus, she had just said to let the girl make the first move.

He forced himself to lean back and smile, taking joy in the fact that her fingers had found their way to his once again. He could be patient. He could prove to her that he could respect her wishes. Whatever they happened to be. Because she was worth it.

“Seriously, just give me a name and I will beat her up if she hurts you ever again,” Marinette shared. Her eyes were shining with the righteousness he always saw in his lady. How had he ever missed that they were the same person?

He started to giggle hysterically.

She glared at him. “I’m serious,” she insisted. “She would deserve it for being such a blind idiot.”

“Hey!” he objected, tightening his hold on her hand. “She’s not an idiot.”

Plagg snorted in his jacket. Adrien coughed and thumped his chest to cover the sound.

“Excuse me,” he croaked, and cleared his throat. “She’s not an idiot,” he said again. “She was only ever patient and understanding, even if I didn’t understand it at the time.”

Unlike him. He had been the one to act entitled and dismissive of what she said she felt.

“Hey,” she said gently, her thumb stroking the top of his own. “It’s okay.”

He looked up at her, and she was grinning. Her smile was so warm he could feel it heating his own cheeks and soothing his racing heart.

He didn’t think he would ever get used to this.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

…

Alya wanted to pull her hair out! Or maybe she needed to scream. Or really, she wanted to shake her best friend by the shoulders and demand the girl explain what the hell was going on.

First, Marinette had been acting whole new levels of strange around Adrien. Her painful bouts of nervousness had evaporated overnight. And then, not only was Marinette constructing full and complete sentences in front of her crush, but she was flirting with him. Like throwing compliments and puns at him. Puns! Alya would never have predicted that would work on anyone, let alone Adrien, but the boy could not handle it. Marinette had successfully rendered the blond model speechless. Her girl suddenly had game! And Alya honestly, couldn’t be more proud.

But she was baffled. Completely. Like how had Marinette gone from zero to sixty so fast? What had she dreamed about that night to cause everything to change?

When Alya had asked about it, her friend had laughed. "I just realized that he's a total dork. There's absolutely no reason to be nervous."

It had been hilarious how quickly Adrien had turned to mush once he was privileged enough to see the real Mari up close and personal. The boy couldn’t keep his eyes off her, he had no ability to focus on anything (certainly, not on helping Alya with her physics homework), and goodness he turned as red as a Ladybug’s suit whenever Marinette so much as smiled at him. Really Adrien hadn’t stood a chance! He was clearly beyond smitten. And Alya loved all of that.

But then, Alya arrived at school to find that her friends’ dynamic had flipped on its head again. She was seriously starting to suspect they had been replaced by aliens. Alya’s head was spinning like a hamster wheel trying to keep up. Adrien and Marinette had come to school after hanging out alone together exactly once, with dozens of inside jokes, incredibly comfortable invading one another’s personal space, and it appeared they were having whole conversations with just their eyes.

It was almost like they had been dating for years and just realized it two weeks ago.

But that was crazy.

And that was the worst part. She had thought that with this sudden new familiar dynamic, they had clearly hooked up. But when she asked them about it, they both insisted they were just friends.

Like hell they were!

Nino was no help at all. After her rant to him about it, he shrugged and told her to let their friends work it out.

"But Nino! They’re crazy about each other. They could be happy! Why won't they just be happy?"

He pulled her against him, clearly understanding exactly how agitated she was. She sighed and made herself relax against his form. He always grounded her. She loved that about him. "I don't know babe,” he said calmly. “They have to figure it out. We can't do it for them."

"Why not?" she whined.

He laughed.

She shoved off of him, determined to show him.

She cornered Adrien first since Marinette had been particularly stubborn about sharing anything regarding her newfound intimacy with their mutual friend.

He was writing an essay in the library during a free period. She ignored the textbooks sprawled out around him and loudly pulled up a chair right at the side of the table.

“So Adrien…?” she prompted when he didn’t immediately look up.

“Yes?” he said absently, his gaze still focused on the sentence he was putting to paper.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at my girl.”

That got his attention. "Umm... who?" His green eyes were the personification of childlike innocence. She wasn’t buying it.

"Marinette!" she hissed in exasperation.

He turned as pink as Rose Lavillant’s wardrobe. "Y-yeah..." he admitted, leaning back with an arm rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

She blinked at him stupidly for a minute, surprised that he had admitted it so readily. She had anticipated a long battle against a ridiculous case of denial.

"Well… Why haven't you asked her out?" Alya asked.

He looked away, his cheeks still stained with just a hint of pink. "Umm… because?"

"Because?!” she repeated. “You clearly like her! What are you waiting for? You two are like perfect for each other."

He nodded, twirling his pen between his fingers expertly. "I don't disagree."

“You better not be toying with…” she started to threaten. Then his words registered. “Wait! What?! You agree with me?”

She thought she was going to have to work way harder than that to crack him with all of the ‘just a friend’ nonsense she had had to endure over the years, especially in this last week.

"I don't understand," she said.

"Alya, I’m totally crazy about her,” his eyes were shining like emeralds and his lips were curled upwards in a little smile. “I didn’t realize it for a long time, but I honestly think I’ve had feelings for her for a long time.”

Alya was struck by his sincerity in that moment. And maybe for the first time, she truly understood what Marinette meant when she liked Adrien for his ability to be completely genuine.

“So then, why haven’t you tried to take the next step?” her voice was barely a whisper.

He turned back to his paper, as if he was going to continue his homework, but she knew he heard her question. “I'm trying to respect her wishes, okay?" he finally said, not meeting her eyes.

And once again, his words made no sense. Marinette definitely had wished on more than one occasion for Adrien Agreste to ask her out. The girl had had dreams and fantasies. She had drawn sketches of their potential future family complete with a pet hamster!

"Huh?"

"She told me to let her make the first move,” Adrien admitted.

"What?!" Alya shouted as she launched to her feet, knocking one of Adrien’s reference books to the floor.

The cavernous library fell into shocked silence.

The curly haired librarian was the one to break it. “I will remind you for the last time, Ms. Cesaire. This is a library! If you can’t keep to an appropriate volume, I will ask you to leave.”

Alya held her hands up in surrender. “Yes Madam.” The second the older woman’s disapproving glare turned back to her work, Alya dived back down into her seat and leaned right up into Adrien’s space.

“Marinette said this?” she whispered urgently.

“Yes.”

“My Marinette? The one who lives in a bakery and we go to class with?”

“Yes,” he said again, this time with a chuckle.

“That can’t be right!” she whisper yelled. She leaned back in her chair, letting her head fall back and her gaze turn to the paneled ceiling for answers.

“You have more insight on the situation than I do, I’m sure.”

But Alya didn’t. She was completely baffled. And she hated it.

“But… I don’t understand,” she whispered to the ceiling.

He laughed. “That makes two of us. She and I had a really good conversation like… a week ago? I… told her how I felt. She seemed happy! Like over the moon thrilled. I thought things would progress quickly after that.” He shrugged dejectedly. “But…”

“But they didn’t,” she filled in for him.

“Yeah… maybe I lost my chance with her a long time ago.” His voice sounded so sad, but everything else about his body language was carefully neutral. Even his eyes remained calm.

His ability to control his emotions bothered her. It had to be his model training or something.

Because her own heart was breaking. How could Marinette do this to him? It would be one thing if she didn’t feel the same way, but the girl had been pining for him for freaking ever!

“Adrien,” she said softly and waited until he was looking up at her once again. “I probably shouldn’t say this.”

The shift in his face was subtle. But she had been looking for it. His eyes were shining with such hope. She sighed. Best friend’s code didn’t allow her to give him much.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I promise I will get to the bottom of this!”

He smiled. “Alya, I appreciate you saying that, but you really don’t have to do that. Marinette’s under a lot of pressure and has a lot going on. Please don’t add to her stress or anxiety by pushing.”

Alya grinned ear to ear. It was nice to reconfirm that Adrien was worthy of her girl! (Not that she had ever doubted that). But he didn’t understand. As Marinette’s (future) boyfriend, it was his job to be unconditionally supportive. As Marinette’s best friend, Alya’s role was different. If she didn’t push Marinette, if Alya didn’t call her on her bullshit, who would? Alya, of course, expected Marinette to return the favor whenever necessary.

“Awww!” Alya cooed. “You’re so cute when you’re all protective.”

She expected him to blush at her teasing. He did not. He hissed in displeasure at her words. Literally hissed - like an angry cat. She leaned back from his glare.

“I’m serious! I made some mistakes in the past with someone by pushing my feelings onto someone who wasn’t receptive.”

“I’m not going to force her into anything, Adrien!” Alya snapped back. “I am going to just talk to her.”

His eyes softened, and his shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I just… I really want to respect her. It’s not just about what I’m feeling. It’s about what she’s feeling too. I’m not entitled to be with her just because I want us to be together.”

He looked up at her then. “And even if she is interested,” he continued. “I’m willing to wait until she’s ready. She’s worth waiting for.”

Alya gripped her curls in her fist. “Oh my god! You are way too sweet! I may need you to give Nino lessons!”

The blond frowned. “What? Nino worships the ground you walk on.”

“Yeah…” she agreed with a dopey smile of her own. Her chin resting on her hand. “He’s pretty great.”

She surged to her feet abruptly. “This was a good chat, Adrien,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “We should do this more often. Maybe we’ll even be able to make it a double date!”

He grinned. “I would like that.”

She left him, more determined than ever to figure out what was going on. Because things couldn’t stand like this. She needed her friends to be happy. And they were clearly so close!

But for the rest of the day it seemed almost impossible to get Marinette alone. Adrien was always there. And Alya would have suspected that he was trying to protect her from Alya’s interventions except they were always together these days. It didn’t even work the next day when Adrien was unexpectedly called away because Marinette disappeared two minutes later!

And admittedly, Alya got distracted trying to chase down an akuma. She missed the action completely by the time she arrived on the scene, but she did obtain some lovely footage of Ladybug and Chat Noir being a little more friendly than the professional working relationship they usually portrayed in public. She was so excited that Ladybug seemed to be softening for the cat.

But Alya was getting sidetracked! She needed to track down her best friend, so Marinette could find happiness with her prince charming too!

The aspiring journalist lucked out when Adrien missed the whole next day for a photoshoot. She found Marinette during lunch sketching in the art classroom.

"Marinette, we need to talk."

Unlike Adrien, Marinette immediately put her pencil down and gave Alya her full and undivided attention. "What's up, Alya?"

"Did you tell Adrien to not ask you out?"

Marinette blushed and looked down into her hands. "Well... not me specifically. We were talking in hypotheticals."

Alya rolled her eyes. "Hypothetically, did you tell Adrien to not ask you out?"

"Yes? I mean, I told him to let the girl make the first move."

"Okay,” Alya drawled, pulling at her hair, praying for patience. If Marinette was throwing wrenches into her own love life, there had to be a reason, right? “So why haven't you asked him out, then?! You can't possibly be afraid that he would say no at this point!"

"Yeah, he definitely wouldn't say no..." Marinette agreed softly, her face blushing.

"So, what is going on?"

She looked out the window away from Alya. "Can we not talk about this?"

"I just don't understand. You've liked him since forever! Isn't being together what you wanted?! Three children and a hamster and all that?!"

“I really don’t want to talk about this,” Marinette said softly. “Can you please drop it?” she begged.

Alya was totally taken aback. Usually Adrien was the one topic Marinette was always willing to talk about. “I’m sorry,” Alya said. “I will drop it if you want me to. I just hope you know that I just want you to be happy. And I think you could get everything you say you wanted, if you go for it. I promise not to bring it up again.”

They fell into silence. Marinette went back to her drawing. Alya started sliding through her instagram feed, but it couldn’t really hold her attention.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,” Marinette whispered.

“You’re fine, girl. I’m the one who is sorry. I didn’t mean to push. Adrien told me not to.”

“You talked to Adrien about this? What did he say?” Marinette asked calmly. Alya was surprised that Marinette wasn’t freaking out with eyes bugged out, demanding to know what he thought of her. That’s what would have happened a few weeks ago.

“Just that he confessed to you a week ago, and that you seemed happy about it,” Alya bit out, letting a little of her frustration show.

Marinette’s blush resurfaced. “Yeah…”

“How did you manage to keep that to yourself?! I never thought you were that good at keeping secrets.”

“I don’t have to tell you everything,” Marinette said without any heat even as she stayed completely focused on the sketch.

“I never said that you did,” Alya agreed sadly.

The two girls fell into silence again. Alya didn’t even pretend to get lost in her phone again and instead, she watched as Marinette’s charcoal pencil made her sketch come to life. The picture featured Chat Noir sitting on the edge of a rooftop gazing into the city’s night skyline with a small smile on his lips. Alya felt captivated as with every pass Mari made, the hero seemed more and more alive even exiled onto the two dimensional plane of paper as he was.

“That’s amazing, Marinette!” Alya gushed.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously! This is one of the best things I’ve ever seen you do! You’re not even looking at a reference shot. How do you know the details of his suit that well?”

She shrugged. “I just have an eye for clothing, I guess.”

Alya laughed. “Right! Of course. Could I commission you to do one for me?”

“Of Chat Noir?”

“Uh… no,” Alya blushed. “Maybe one of Carapace?”

Marinette smiled. “I would love to do that. Do you think I should include Rena Rouge?”

“W-why would you include Rena Rouge?” Alya stammered.

Marinette shrugged again. “I just thought they might have a thing for one another. Or maybe I just like to pretend they do in my fanart.”

“I guess you could go ahead and include Rena Rouge then. You clearly have a good eye.”

“Mhmm,” Marinette agreed absently. And Alya watched in amazement as Marinette did something with her eraser that made Chat Noir’s eyes just pop off the page.

“Alya?” Marinette spoke into the silence.

“Yeah?”

“About Adrien and I? Things just... changed a lot between us and I'm getting used to the new Adrinette friendship. I really like where we are right now and I don't feel like we need to rush anything."

“Okay,” Alya said, not really buying it.

“You don’t believe me,” Marinette observed looking up at her friend.

“Not really, no. Maybe you want it to be true, but I think it’s just an excuse.”

Marinette turned away, put her pencil down, and buried her head into her arms.

“What’s really going on, Mari?” Alya asked gently. “Please talk to me.”

Marinette’s shoulders quaked with soft silent sobs. Horrified, Alya threw her arms around her shaking friend.

"I'm scared," Marinette finally admitted through a sniff.

"Scared of what?” Alya traced soothing circles into the petite girl’s back. “Of things not working out?"

Marinette shook her head into the table. "No, not that. What if something happens to one of us? What if an akuma targets Adrien and he dies or gets really hurt?"

"That's what Ladybug is for.”

Marinette bolted upright and pulled away violently. "What if Ladybug can't fix it?!" Marinette demanded, her eyes wild with intensity.

Alya was tempted to write-off her panic as just normal Marinette spiraling catastrophizing. But her friend was completely distraught. Marinette didn’t usually cry during her spirals. She talked too fast, she shook, and she thought of unlikely horrible scenarios one after another. But now, she was coherent, soft spoken, and keenly focused on this one idea. She wasn’t spiraling. She was genuinely afraid.

"Marinette," Alya soothed. "You're right. Something could happen. There are never any guarantees. That's kinda why I think you should go for it. Imagine something did happen to Adrien. How would you feel about never telling him how you feel then?"

Marinette’s eyes widened, and just stared in shock. Alya enveloped Marinette in an embrace again, and was relieved when she relaxed and leaned into her hold.

“When did you get to be so wise?” Marinette finally asked, her voice still hoarse from crying.

“Excuse you! I’ve always been wise. You just don’t listen to me!”

Marinette giggled through her tears. “I always listen to you. You’re the bestest best friend.”

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real-pcy-exo · 6 years ago

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Chanyeol x reader (fluff)

Genre: domestic au (basically honeymoon trip)

A/N: I'm so so sorry. It is like almost 4k words but I use the app to write and my phone isn't letting my use desktop version on google. So if you don't want to read it, you have to scroll a bit down. @babybunnysworld I'm sorry for the delay. I hope this reached your expectations or at least went near it. Hope anyone reading it enjoys!! 💓💓

Everything was perfect for once. No sasaengs, no boss calling you in for work, no Baekhyun making weird noises in the background. Everything was calm thanks to your husband. You husband Chanyeol. The first date you guys went to, before getting ready, he sent you a picture of his dog wishing him good luck for the date. You knew he was a keeper then. And now that he is your husband and you couldn't ask for anything else. The wedding ceremony was a disaster thanks to your friends and his wanting to have "fun". But it was perfect at the same time. It was you who chose the venue for honeymoon. Halkidiki, Greece. Not too fancy yet romantic enough to spend your honeymoon there. Because you weren't on a honeymoon with EXO's Chanyeol, you were with your husband Park Chanyeol.

<p/>The first thing Chanyeol did after arriving at airport was calling a cab but not without mentioning his new title, his married tittle. You didn't forget to show of the ring in every chance you had gotten. But people around you didn't mind. They could see the love. The cab had arrived just in time. "On our way to the hotel, can you please point out places I could take my wife to?" He asked the driver while you giggled. You still were yet to get used to it, being called wife by him but it was a good change. You tapped Chanyeol's shoulder to get his attention, "It's fine. It'll be more adventurous if we figured out what to do by ourselves." Chanyeol took your hand from his shoulder and intertwined your and his hand, "Sure. Whatever my lady wants, my lady gets."

The hotel was beautiful, similar to mansions Disney princesses lived in. Yet it was modern and had a reasonable price. You told Chanyeol to get your bags out of the car while you got your room keys. The receptionist was busy clicking away in her computer when you went there. "Excuse me, I'm Mrs. Park. My husband made a reservation for us under the name Park Chanyeol, it is a honeymoon package."

"Sorry ma'am, there is no reservation under the name Park Chanyeol."

"Oh umm, can you try Park Y/N then?"

"Still nothing, sorry. Are you sure you made reservation ma'am?" By this time your face had become red due to embarrassment. You were sure he told you that he made reservation though. But before you could say anything, Chanyeol came to your rescue. "I'm sorry but can you try one last time? Under the name Y/L/N Chanyeol?"

"It's right here. I'm sorry for the delay. Here is the your key to your room. Have a great vacation here!" You look at Chanyeol puzzled. He smiled while taking the key in one hand and taking your hand in another, "If you can be Mrs. Park, I can be Y/L/N Chanyeol. No rule I can't take your name. I do belong to only you."

"Oh Chanyeol, so cheesy."

"Yet you still fell in love with me."

The first thing you guys did after unpacking was get out to have some adventure. "I was thinking maybe we should have a long romantic walk along the beach! Or we could get food, go back to our room, sit in the balcony and watch the sunset." Chanyeol told you as you took his hand in yours. You look up to him with a grin, "We both know if we go on a walk, it's most likely to end with you having to carry me back. We all know who goes to gym regularly." "I do! Oh I totally forgot to tell you. So this girl who also goes to the gym but never works out, came to me and started flirting. At first I had like, zero clue. Thought I made a new friend. The world we live in, can't even make a new friend when you have a handsome face." He looked at you with a kicked puppy face before continuing, "So she asks me out on a date and I'm like, girl are you for real?? She totally does not follow me on Instagram." He again paused to give you a weird look, "Like why not? Anyway, I tell her that my beautiful fiance might not like the idea and I love her too much to disappoint her" you paused him to ask, "What's the reason behind you telling me this story Yollie?" "That I love you of course. God, I married a really beautiful but equally dumb girl!" You hit him in his head, "Hey bean sprout! Do you want to sleep in the couch for a week or something?" He pouted as he rubbed his head slowly, "Have you decided what we will be doing today yet or do I have to continue to tell you about that gym girl?" You narrow you eyes at him, "Sunset one, definitely. And tell me if she is bothering you too much. I know how to deal with these types of ladies. No one bothers my husband!" Chanyeol shook his head at you being melodramatic before taking your hand and leading the way.

Except he did not know where you guys were headed himself. You both were so excited that you both left your phones back at your hotel room. Chanyeol started leading you through the bazaar totally unfazed pointing at stuff he thought was cool. He finally stopped in front of a small restaurant that looked new but aesthetically pleasing. He took you in there but not before taking a selfie with you infront of it and posting it on his Instagram captioning "With my darling wife 😛" The store was equally beautiful from the inside and you wondered why everything in Greece was so beautiful. But your train of thought got interrupted by Chanyeol who took menu and found a table far in the corner for both of you. He handed over a menu to you. While you were going through the menu, Chanyeol indicated a waiter to come to your table. "Welcome to vivapolo. I'm Jason, your waiter for today. What can I get for you today, beautiful?" The waiter was facing you completely discarding Chanyeol even though he was the one who called the waiter. He just pouted and looked at you with that sad puppy eyes. Smiling secretly you looked at the waiter, "I'm so sorry. I can't choose what to eat. I'm sure my husband can choose for me. Right honey?" With an obvious frown replacing the puppy face he had, he gave the waiter those menus he took saying, "We'll have the garlic bread and two chocolate milkshakes."

Finally with the waiter gone, you noticed the restaurant playing some slow song in the background, probably from the 90's. You looked in front of you to find Chanyeol offering you a hand to dance. As soon as you took it, Chanyeol gracefully made you stand on your feet before taking you to the middle of the restaurant where there was a free space for people who wanted to dance. Chanyeol and you had taken waltz dancing classes before the wedding ceremony so you both could have a romantic first dance without Chanyeol stepping on your toe. He still accidentally stepped on your toe at the wedding though, but not while dancing. It was when you guys were about to cut the cake. He got too excited then. While Chanyeol slowly rocked both of you from side to side, you looked at him. You realized, you were alive. You were alive and you loved this man right in front of you. The man who punched a guy for the first time because that guy catcalled you. The man you stayed up all night just so could listen to all your insecurities and worries. The man who waltz into your life but you did not have the heart to complain. Your eyes teared up a little bit realizing that the man in front of you took a vow to spend the rest of his life with you despite any sickness and health or ups and downs. And you trusted him to do so. Maybe so that many marriage ends in a bitter note with divorces. But you trusted this man as much as you loved him. You knew that the brightest star in the universe could run out of fuel but you still won't run out of love for him. The sincerety that you have seen in his eyes proved that he loved you just as much. Chanyeol finally noticed your teary eyes and farrowed his eyebrows. He had cute frown on when he asked you, "What's wrong babe? Do you want to go back to the hotel? Do you feel uncomfortable here?" You knew you he would keep asking questions if you didn't tell him something. You looked him in his eyes before saying, "Nothing is wrong." "But-" "I was just thinking. Thinking how much I love you." And that was enough. He looked back in your eyes with the same passion. Words didn't need to be exchanged sometimes. You knew he would stay by your side even after you've grown old and wrinkly and complaining about stupid modern technology you didn't know how to use. You hoped he knew that you would stay with him also, even if he became bald after having white hairs, complaining about girls not wearing appropriate clothes and they never could look as sexy as you. Still moving from side to side in sync with the beat, you both got lost in each others eyes. Maybe in an alternative universe, you never met him. You were just a fan living thousands of miles away from him. You were only a fangirl with big dreams of loving him and he would never get to know you. But in this universe, you had him. You had him as your love of life, had him as your husband and had him as your protector from any sadness that may come. You never felt so vulnerable before. But it was fine because Chanyeol was just as much vulnerable with you as well. The music stopped and so did your dancing but not the love, never the love.

After the finishing the small portion of food Chanyeol ordered for you (delivered by a new waiter for some unknown reason but you had a guess) you guys made your way back to the hotel. Apparently you guys were not lost. Chanyeol knew where he was going. But he wanted to see your panicked face. Upon reaching the hotel, Chanyeol went ahead to take a shower but not before offering you save some water. "No thank you Chanyeol. I do love the environment but I have to call dad to check up on him." He nodded and went inside the washroom leaving you alone. When you heard the water running, you reached out for your phone to call your dad. He was really happy that you had found love but he was also sad that you had found love. You mom reassured you that he was just being a typical dad and he loved Chanyeol very much. After three rings your dad picked up the call, "Finally remembered your old man?" You whined out a "Dad~"

"What? Should I not be upset that you have another man know your life and totally forgot about your father?"

"Oh dad! Always so melodramatic. You know that I love you too, don't you?" "Yeah yeah. That punk better treat you right though."

"We already had this conversation before so we are not having it again. I called to check up on you and mom."

"You didn't to need dear. You should enjoy your honeymoon without worrying about our health. We will find for a week."

"Oh so now that you want to be left alone with mom, it is fine if I don't call you. So typical of you."

By the time you hung up your call with your dad, Chanyeol emerged from the washroom with only a towel wrapped low around his torso. Even after 4 years of dating, you still had yet to get used to seeing Chanyeol like that. But it was not your fault partially. He had quiet a toned slim figure with biceps to die for. You didn't stop yourself from shamelessly checking out your own husband. But in your defense, he was yours to keep now. He was used to it. Yet it still didn't stop him from teasing you. "Does my darling wife like what she sees?" "She definitely does-" "Does she want the-" "not." Chanyeol looked at you, he knew you were lying but he could neither guess not understand why.

"Since that gym girl likes your body and I obviously have higher standards than her, I do not like what I see at all mister. Not at all. Like who goes to gym but doesn't workout?" Chanyeol sighed, now he regretted telling you that story. He should have known that it would come back to kick him in his own ass. But all he wanted to do was make you feel like he only loved you, only had eyes for you. "So we can do this. My darling wife and I don't do any funny business" he paused to wiggle his eyebrows at you, "Unless you want to. And we can just sleep and cuddle to get rest. We can go to the beach tomorrow." You opened the luggage to throw a T-shirt and a boxer at him, "No funny business tonight. I want to wear that swimsuit I bought without anyone getting ideas of what you did." He smirked at you, "Then they would get to know I did you."

"Oh shut up." You said to him without a bite and curl up next to him. He held you close until you could feel each others heartbeat fast. "I love you my darling wife." Chanyeol whispered to you. You looked him in the eyes, "And I love you too just as much." You also whispered back scared to break the atmosphere. It was serene. You got Chanyeol's attention again by whispering to him, "What if you were not an idol but I was? Would everything be the same?" His grip on you tightened before he answered. "If you were an idol, I would have become your number one fan. Just like how I am right now. I would fight for your love just like you fought for mine. I would be strong and patient for you just like you were for me." You could hear sincerety in his voice. You smiled a bit, "Just so you know, if I was an idol and had loads and loads of fan, your smile would still be the brightest and catch my attention even in the sea of millions." For the rest of the night you and Chanyeol whispered sweet nothings to each other knowing that it didn't actually needed to be told. Yet you guys still made crazy scenarios and love stories for both of you. But you found a little bit truth in all of them. Because no matter what happened, how far away you both lived, how different your languages were, he would catch your attention just like you caught his. And the story would still end with both of you together. The night slowly ended with breaths slowly becoming steady and heartbeats becoming one. You heard a myth ones, soulmates or also known as true lovers heartbeats would sync when they are close. You are not the one to believe in myths. But you definitely believed in facts.

The next morning, a blinding light woke you up. At first you were confused if because you were sure you closed the curtains last night. But upon opening your eyes you saw Chanyeol giving you his signature smile. You then understood what almost blinded you even if your eyes were closed. "Great, now the sun is jobless. Some good work you did there Yollie." Chanyeol kept looking at you before speaking, "Did you know that I got married?" You acted surprised, "Really? And who is the unlucky girl?" Chanyeol poked your side before keeping up the act, "Maybe she is unlucky, maybe she isn't. But I am definitely sure that I am the one who was lucky enough to get her attention. To get her love. She is very beautiful, you know?"

"Oh really. You sound whipped. Is she more beautiful than me?"

"Of course! She is more beautiful than anyone but sadly tied to my mother. My mom and she, both so beautiful." You smiled at him at that, "She indeed is. I miss her. Let's cut this honeymoon short and go to her. I want to be babied by her again. Chanyeol, she even fed me on our wedding day! We should have went to her than come here." Chanyeol pouted at that, "Am I not enough for you anymore my darling wife?" You sticked your tounge out to him before rolling down the bed and heading towards the washroom, "You could have been. But what can I do? My husband is too perfect for you to compete with."

By two hours or so you both got ready. If course he did not let you leave the room with only your swimsuit. Apparently something about "others seeing his beautiful darling wife" and "you did not let me mark you". But once you both got to leave the room (you wore on of Chanyeol's T-shirt on top of the swimsuit which basically was a dress to you because someone could not handle jealousy at all but it was kind of cute. Not that you would ever admit it in front of him) and him with a T-shirt and shorts. You both looked like a typical newly married couple with the bubble of love and affection surrounding you guys. He held your hand as you both found a spot to lay a piece of cloth down and sit. He left you there to grab a bottle of water. But you guessed that was a bad decision since as soon as he left, a guy approached you and sat down beside you really close without even asking permission. "Prude" was the only thing you could think of. "Hey there sexy." He gave a smirk. He could have looked good but the way he approached girls made him seem like a creep. "I am so sorry. Can you please look for another spot? I would totally move so you could sit here and enjoy the weather alone but my husband specifically chose this spot." He either didn't hear or chose not to hear and continued to shamelessly checking you out (you were so close to busting his nuts and taking away his chances of becoming a father, ever) he finally looked into your eyes, "I bet he doesn't even treat you right."

"Excuse me but I don't think I have to learn how to treat my darling wife from you who can't even take a hint to go away. Babe, here you go, the water. Stay hydrated." He paused to hand you over the bottle he got with a smile before turning to guy again with his arms folded in front of his chest (obviously flexed) and chin high. He looked quiet intimidating adding height. "Leave" a sort of low growl left from his mouth. You would have been turned on if it were not for that (disgusting) guy turning towards you completely discarding Chanyeol's threat, "I own a jewelry store. How about I take you there? You can take anything you want." You made a disgusted face and looked at Chanyeol with pleading eyes. You just wanted to spend some time with your husband, was it too much to ask? He tapped the guy's shoulder to get his attention, "Now if you wanted to steal my wife from me, do it right. Babe, let's sum up the money he is basically offering you and give them to an orphanage. Yoora noona was too busy to do that last month. We could arrange a movie night for all the kids." Your whole face lit up at that. You first found about that said orphanage by helping a lost kid go back there. You were shopping before your 2nd anniversary buying a gift for Chanyeol. A kid who looked very similar to Baekhyun was standing in the middle of the shop and crying yet no one payed any attention yo him. As you had tried to approach him, a worker stopped to inform you, "Don't. He is from the orphanage few blocks away. His mom left him here around 6 months ago. He might only my 2 and a half year old but he remembered. He comes here by himself every once in a while and cries. It was hard to watch at first. But if you try to talk to him, you will get more attached to him. You will feel more bad." You sadly looked at the worker before completely ignoring her and going to that kid. You crouched down to his height, "Hello! I am an auntie. I will not hurt you. Can I take you back to your home?" He looked confused, "Auntie, home?" You nodded, "Yes, home. Not mine but one day I will try to take you there, okay? Auntie will give you loads of love." The baby only nodded and took your hand leading the way back to the orphanage. You wanted to adopt the toddler but you knew you and Chanyeol were not ready for a kid yet. So you only mentioned the orphanage and about trying to contribute. Of course he had no problem with that. So when he mentioned that orphanage again you got really happy. You hoped now that you guys were married, you could adopt baby Adam. Obviously you wanted to have your own baby with Chanyeol as you and him had discussed about that before. But you wanted to give Adam the love he deserves. You looked at that guy while interlocking you hand with Chanyeol's much bigger one's, "I am happy with what I have. Because this is all I ever asked for." Chanyeol interrupted you, "Technically no. I have a surprise for you. Follow me. Bye bye weird guy who just got rejected by my darling wife because I am not someone you can compete with." He pointed at that guy with his unoccupied hand and started leading you back to the hotel. When you both reached the hotel room (you were obviously sad that you could not even enjoy the beach) he covered your eyes and opened the door with his foot. "I want you to meet-" he uncovered your eyes, "Baby Park Adam. The newest member of our small family." Your eyes were clouded with tears so could not see Adam running towards both of you. Chanyeol picked him up and hugged you from the side, "My darling wife and my sweet son. How lucky I am! Look at my so loveble family!!" You looked at them knowing that your future is going to be filled with smiles, fun and love. (It was safe to say that poor Chanyeol didn't get to do any funny business with since Adam was there. But he never regretted his decision.)<p/>

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silviasutton1989 · 6 years ago

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T.T.K. Ch. 11 “Regret” (NSFW)

A/N: Well you all may have noticed (or may not idk lol) I haven’t posted anything in over a week. My life has been pretty busy. But I also have another idea for a new series that has been taking up a LOT of my attention lately. I think I may post a sneak peak of it in a few weeks. It’s going to be a lot ore fluffier than I’m used to writing but I want to try it out and see if I can do it. Anyway here is Chapter 11 I’m ending it with a major cliff hanger...sorry.

Rating: NSFW (pretty light smut but it’s there) Happy Thirsty Thursday!!

Word Count:1900

Catch Up: Here’s chapter 10 you should probably read this if you don’t know why Riley is in such a funk.

Summary: It’s Riley’s Birthday!! Will her day be fun filled of laughs or a complete disaster? (who am I kidding you know I’m never fun lol)

Through the confines of her comforter the whole world was all grey, with today being today that’s how Riley wanted it. Drake’s side of the bed dip and rises as he pulls her into his chest.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Drake places the softest of kisses down the back of his fiance’s neck. She stirs from his touch but only for a moment.

“I just want to sleep.” She pulls the covers over her head blocking another kiss. She's been like this for days.

“Wow…I guess I am rubbing off on you, Sutton.” He chuckles; his hands snake under the cover finding her warm body as he slowly bunches her silk night gown in his hands. “I have to give you your birthday gift.” Drake ducks under the covers, his hands move underneath the nightie quickly cupping her breast with his calloused hands, toying her nipples between his fingers

She moans as he spoons her, unable to stop herself from rubbing against his arousal. But as one of his hands begins to descend down she abruptly stops.

“No.” turning to lay on her back pulling the covers from over her head. “ I don’t deserve morning sex on my birthday.”

“Come on, Sutton. It has been days since that happened no one is talking about. Olivia’s speech saved the day… stop beating yourself up over it.” He tries to pull the covers away but she holds them tight.

“I made a stupid insensitive joke, Drake. Did you see their faces?” She knew he hadn’t. He was too busy whispering what she could only assume were sweet nothings into Kiara’s ear as she completely humiliated herself in front of everyone. They still hadn’t talked about that, not sure exactly how to ask the questions buried deep in her heart. They also hadn't had sex since that day either.

Riley hops out of the bed. “I have to get dressed Liam’s probably waiting for me, turning to avoid her fiance's stare as she walks towards her closet.

“Yeah… How about we just take a break from all of this. Let’s go fishing.” He catches the brief look of disgust on her face before she forms a smile. “Ok we don’t have to go fishing…what ever you want to do. As long as it is not shopping…ok we can go shopping I don’t care.” The rambling only stops when Riley kisses him.

“Let me have this meeting with Liam and we can go anywhere… but fishing ok?”

With another quick kiss she hurries to the bathroom before he can even answer.

In her 25 years Riley never had a birthday party. Being an only child with an over worked grandmother, her birthday was always just another day. In all honesty she never really knew how to celebrate it, as an adult she chose work over giving the day special treatment. When Liam offered to give her a few pointers on diplomacy she jumped at the idea. Yes Olivia’s speech has been the hot topic lately making her joke all but forgotten. But that didn’t stop the embarrassment, and with the press more focused on Olivia than her she felt something else. Jealousy. She had to be better and if all Drake had planned was a trip to a mosquito infested pond she would spend the day like she had any other, working.

Liam sent her a text to meet him in the Dining Hall. She didn’t think much of it; they would probably go over her dining etiquette or something.

She opens the door and is abruptly hit with shouts of…

“SURPRISE!!!”

Balloons and streamers purple and green line the walls of the dining hall. There wasn’t many guest to her surprise party only the few nobles that stayed on the tour after the recent attack, but everyone one of them she considered a friend…well except for Madeline, friend would be too strong a word.

She was bombarded with hugs everyone wishing her a happy birthday.

As Liam approaches the stunned woman he holds her tightly. “Happy Birthday Riley.”

“Liam did you do all this?” Looking around trying to find Drake in the small crowd.

“Well a little birdie told me that today is your birthday…so with the help from Kiara and her staff we just thought you deserved a party.”

“Bon anniversaire.” Kiara greets her the two side hug awkwardly.

"Thank you." She answers curtly. "Where's Drake?"

"Oh umm.. he's coming. Lady Kiara, you told him about the party? Right" Liam's hands braces tightly on the small of Riley's back. "Don't worry he will be here soon."

Kiara walks away pulling out her phone her fingers taping the board with great speed.

Drake arrives as Riley is opening her gifts. She looks happy, a smile on her face that he hadn't seen in days. Liam only gives him a quick glance as he takes the empty seat next to her as she lift the lid of a large velvet box, to see a single pearl pendant cradled in solid gold chain. The sight of the necklace tightened his whole body, a lump caught in Drake's throat that he couldn't swallow. He painfully smiles at his beaming fiance.

"Wow." she exclaims touching the jewelry with such carefulness. "Is this?" looking at Liam a grin filling his face.

"Yes that is the very pearl I gave you that night in the grotto. You told me to give it to you when you deserved it. You have always deserved it...Happy Birthday." He takes the necklace from the box and begins to place it around her neck.

"That's enough." Drake shouts the site of Liam's hands on her was just too much. He grabs Riley's arm tighter than he knew, pulling her away from Liam. "Let's go."

"What? Why? It's just a necklace Drake." Riley glares at him snatching her wrist back.

"Is this how you wanted to celebrate your birthday? Being alone with me wasn't fun enough for you?"

"Why does everything have to be so doom and gloom with you Drake? I had fun today until you came in. I just want one day to feel better about myself and you--"

"Well by all means let me leave you to your happiness." Drake turns and walks towards the door, grabbing a full bottle of whiskey on his way out.

"That's not what I meant."She says, mostly to herself, as she watches him leave.

"Drake wait!" Kiara begins to run after him Riley catches her arm before she speeds past her.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm going to check on your fiance...someone needs to." Kiara gives the woman a once over before snatching her arm free and heading out the door.

The room is dead silent.

Riley stands in the middle of the ball room The party music playing lightly in the background but she can't get her mind off of the look in Drake's eyes.

"Hey he will be ok just give him some time to cool down." Liam touches her shoulder as she watches the closed door.

"Yeah you're right." She turns to watch her remaining friends. Olivia and Maxwell Hana and a few others stand near a lightened cake as they begin to sing Happy Birthday to her. She made the choice to stay.To enjoy the party she never had,and years from now when her birthday comes along that choice is always the one she forever regrets.

One drink.

That's all it took, well that's not entirely true. It took several drinks. An empty bottle of Crown Royal Apple still sits on the balcony left behind by the horny drunks that abandoned it.

It didn't take long for the sexually frustrated couple to find a quite dark room.

He locks the door not bothering to cut on the light. He didn't need to see her body to find the exact spots he wanted to touch with his mouth and hands. Their pants fall to the floor simultaneously, the rest of their clothing thrown into the depths of darkness around them.

She moans so lightly into his ear, nibbling on the thick skin of muscle from his shoulder blade lightly dragging her fingernails down his bare back cupping his ass to pull him in closer. She had forgotten how good it felt to be touched...by him.

He let his other senses take over: the smell of her apple puree shampoo, the taste of her lips as his tongue seeks entrance. The sound of her moans echoing the void around them.

She lays on the bed watching as the man crawls above her. Through the light of the moon peeking from the blinds she manages to see the condom slide on his length. She sees the smile creep upon his face as his hands begin to slide down her chest teasingly brushing past her nipples, further down her sides to her hips landing at her thighs, gripping her limbs before spreading her open.

"You are perfect." He groans.

"You can't even see me."

"I've seen you naked before..." he descends upon her, the tip of his cock brushes her clit sending a shock through her body. In her ear he whispers, " and believe me you are too fucking tempting for words. "

She doesn't respond. How could she dispute that? Wrapping her legs around his waist, she arches her body pulling him closer to her center, until he finally enters. Like a piece to a puzzle they fit so perfectly. They both cry out in pleasure. Had they been sober these two would never be in this bed. He would never tell her how tight or wet she felt as he slides in and out of her. She would never suck so tightly onto his neck to stifle her moans, nails digging into his ass as his thrusts into her began to speed up.

The head board starts to knock against the wall. Titillating sounds break from the darkness of their oasis reaching the hallways of the mansion. Sounds of wet flesh mixed with cries and groans rival the beat of the bed. The harmony is steady as if there's no end to this melody but eventually reaching its crescendo. Their screams could have been heard down the stair case echoing through the empty foyer. And then silence.

The sun shines on her, waking her to a new day and to the realization of the man sleeping next to her.

This was NOT supposed to happen..not again. But it did. It did happened, the slight pain in her groin her freshly swollen lips, affirmation that she did have sex with....she has to get out of here before he wakes up. Maybe he wouldn't remember...they were both pretty drunk maybe she can just pretend like the whole thing never happened and he will just think it was all a dream.

She slides out of the bed carefully watching the tousled dark hair on the pillow as she gathers her clothes praying that he stays asleep. Grabbing her heels she bolts to the door. But before she could even reach the knob he sits up and she is cemented to the floor.

The two stare at each other. First he looks confused searching around the room then back at her for answers. It only took a second for them to all come back to him. His eyes widen, his mouth opens but no words come out. Then he looks at her with a glance she knew all too well...regret and she retreats out the door.

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resetmypatientviolence · 7 years ago

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Picture to Burn (Seth x MC x Matt)

Picture to Burn-- Part 1 of this fic series (I think?)

Word count: 1,499 Pairing: Seth x Terrance [MC] x Matt

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Language; Matt doesn’t actually make an appearance, FYI

Summary: How was Terrance supposed to leave Seth alone in after the disaster of a comedy show? For that matter, how could she NOT kiss him? She didn’t think anything of the paparazzi’s stolen picture until the next morning when everybody wants to know about her “Mystery Man”. It would all be okay, maybe even great, if she also didn’t have the same secret moments with Matt Rodriguez, the actor with a heart of gold.

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Bad at Love-- Halsey

Note: I have a name for my Drake x MC x Liam fic series (finally), “Supposed to Be” which you can find here. The 3rd chapter is coming soon! Thank you for your support of my writing! Enjoy!

Terrance pulled her head up, reluctantly; blonde curls falling over her bare shoulder, tank top strap slipped off her shoulder. The water Seth got for her before he headed back to his apartment was untouched. She groaned. At least her head wasn’t swirling. She had worse mornings.

Propping herself on an elbow, she grabbed the lukewarm water and drank it in big gulps, last night coming back into focus. Seth’s disaster of a show. The kiss in the dressing room. The first round of drinks. Then another. Then another bar. Then back to her apartment, ordering pizza, and drinking beers and watching D-grade movies. Kisses, and lots of them, some small and others deep and steamy, peppered between everything.

Finished, Terrance smiled to herself, setting the glass back on the nightstand. Seth was drunk too, but he still tucked her in, Terrance giggling the whole time, and gave her water. She touched her lips. She didn’t want him to go, stalling him with insistent kisses, but she grew too tired to keep up her resistance. Though, what were they waiting for?

Looking at the door, she sighed, quietly. Nothing was official with Matt… or him… but why did she feel so conflicted and guilty when she looked into Seth’s eyes? Why would she be breaking somebody’s heart eventually? Could she… not? “Or you can just stop kissing cute boys…” she muttered to herself, dragging herself out of bed. She came here to act, after all. Not be caught up in confusion, even if nothing was official. It felt so small town.

It was a quiet morning—she still had time before she had to be on set. Coffee brewing, Terrance showered, and changed, entering the kitchen just as the pot beeped. “Ugh, finally.” Pouring herself a cup, she sat on the counter and pulled out her phone for the first time. She used to scroll through it half asleep in bed… but ever since her newfound fame, she needed to be sharp—focused. Who knew if a another surprise interview would appear the morning of?

As the new usual, notifications everywhere. Thousands of followers. She posted a picture of her coffee. Likes, instantly. She exhaled, slow. It was… she didn’t know how to feel. Matt couldn’t even relate. A text, from Chazz, well, multiple.

Ter! Is that your neighbor??

Girl!! Spill!

Text me the second—and I mean—the second you wake up!!

Puzzled, she tilted her head. I do live by people, yeah.

In the picture!

What????????

“Oh, shit.” The photographer. Matt. Chazz sent the photo, accompanied by an article from TMZ. Hollywood’s Newest IT Girl and her Mystery Man—CAUGHT!

She rubbed her temple. There was no denying it was her, hair, smile and all. Their lips, barely touching, pulling away from the kiss, but the photographer still got the shot. Seth’s hands wrapped around her back, gripping the fabric of her dress, like he never wanted to let her go. She gulped and set the cup on the counter.

The tabloids picked it up. Want to know everything about him and you. My inbox is exploding. On my way to now to take you to your shoot—you have some answers to give.

What if there isn’t any?????

WTF TER?!

She slouched, sinking lower and lower into herself. “Shit,” she breathed. None of this would have mattered, of course, if she hadn’t been tangled up with Matt.

Matt was... amazing. New, fast paced, grand, and yet, genuine. It was like she could see through him and he to her. He wasn’t just an actor, he was a person who just wanted to feel normal once in a while. She knew he liked how she grounded him and made those parts of him flourish in their short time as more close than friends—and coworkers—should be.

Seth was also… amazing. Soft, gentle, funny, and familiar. Like home. That might be the Midwest connection, but it was deeper than that. She lost herself in his blue eyes and she would do anything to protect him, and him to her. With him, she felt at home, at ease, comfortable in the insanity of her new life.

Nothing was official with either. But, somehow, she felt that she picked the two men in Hollywood who might actually care if she was conflicted between two people. She should have told them, but life was coming at her all too fast. She just wanted to see them when she could and see if there was a connection for something more there. If there was. And for Matt… she could only hope he didn’t pay attention to the tabloids anymore. She’s rather tell him in person than have him see… that. The picture.

Another text notification. Not from Chazz. Matt. Her heart leapt to her throat. She was about to open it when the knocking started. “Coming!” She slid off the counter and nervously rubbed her hands together.

She opened it and there was Seth. He offered a smile. “Hey, Iowa, got some more coffee?”

She nodded stiffly. “Yeah, help yourself.” He walked in and she popped her head out into the hallway… just making sure nobody was there. There wasn’t.

Terrance bit her lip and joined him in the tiny kitchen, picking up her still warm cup. She really should write a book on how to feel like a shitty person within one minute. Bestseller. “Umm… so…” she started. “Thanks for the water, it was a lifesaver.”

Seth chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Always, Iowa.” They paused. Her phone on the counter with Matt’s text. “So… that picture….”

She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I didn’t know that he’d follow me and get that and…”

“No, no, it’s okay. Well, I mean an invasion of our privacy, but look at this.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed her the screen, filled with notifications too. Texts, emails…. She squinted her eyes and cocked her head.

“They figured out my mystery man, huh?”

“Clubs are asking me—asking me—to do stand up for them. Can you believe it?” He sounded incredulous, but Terrance saw the smile on his lips. It warmed her heart. Well, maybe one good thing came from the picture. Could that outweigh the bad?

She kissed him on the cheek, smiling. He raised his eyebrows but then smiled, truly. “I’m happy that that happened, Seth. You deserve it.” He sipped his coffee, free hand tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

“The next thing… what do you want me to do next?”

“Hmm?”

“If people ask, I’ve got tabloids wanting to interview me, to give the scoop on you, us, and… it’s not my place to speak for you, if you want to say anything.” Her phone buzzed again. She broke her gaze from Seth’s blue eyes. Matt’s name, again. She frowned, heartbeat speeding. Oh god oh god oh god.

“I… it’s a little crazy, isn’t it?” she said, shaking her head. “Just a kiss and bam, suddenly everybody cares about my personal life. I shouldn’t be complaining… but…” Terrance trailed when his happy smile was gone. He stared into his coffee. She grit her teeth and replayed her words. Just a kiss.

Seth was still quiet. Her phone, buzzed, again. “Listen,” she said, moving next to him, nudging his side. “Please don’t talk to the tabloids. If… if this is something, let’s have this move at our pace, okay? Not what Hollywood wants.”

He nodded, looking at her now. “Will do, Iowa.” Then, he cupped her face, fingertips lingering on her skin before he kissed her lips, so gentle. So unlike the one kiss in the hallway of their apartment the moment they entered it last night…. Terrance shivered. “For the record, I do hope that this will be something, someday,” he said after the kiss.

Me too, Terrance wanted to say, but couldn’t because she wasn’t sure of the truth herself. Instead, she kissed him, biting his lower lip exactly how he liked it. A small moan from the base of his throat. And suddenly, she was writing the sequel of How to Feel Like a Shitty Person in One Minute, aptly titled How to Become a Bigger Piece of Shit Than You Already Are. “I think you have some new jokes to write up, Mystery Man,” she whispered.

He laughed, eyes twinkling, bright with possibility. “That I do, Iowa. Have a… er, story to tell when you get back from your shoot today.”

Terrance picked up her phone. It buzzed. Again. The third book of her human shit trilogy was on its way. “I’ll have a novel by the end of this movie.”

Seth grinned. “See you later, Terrance.” He kissed her cheek and headed out. Instantly, the ease, despite the situation at hand, disappeared. Terrance grit her teeth, and stared at her phone. Now or never.

Taking a deep breath, she swiped, opening up Matt’s messages.

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survivormagictreehouse · 4 years ago

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Episode #8 “CAN YOU SAY MESS” -Cindi

https://youtu.be/kJt8-zZe8Ck

-this is fucked up i have to confess tribal is in 4 mins.. theres a bunch of stuff about this vote why do people know zch is in a 5 person alliance .. . .. . .. . . . . . why is cindi voting out zach why do i have individual immunity lmao i want zach on the jury ://////////

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNbHN000ka8

-alright ladies we made it to the merge. finally back together with Gavin loml. also it seems that Jess, Zach and Keegan missed me as well based on how the whole touchy subjects thing went for me so thats cute. ALSO TIMMY Z IS HERE AND WE ONLY HAVE TO CALL HIM TIMMY BECAUSE THE OTHER ONE IS GONE!!! side bar: timmy and i are bestie pals and im so excited to finally be on a tribe together umm thats pretty much all i've got for now. also there are only 5 OG Annie's left in this game and 3 of them are working with me for the moment so I think I am in a pretty decent spot. apparently the OG Annies called me and Jess threats so they can go honestly. but half of them are already gone now i think so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-this tribal is about to be really messy and im really tired of cindi's bullshit about refusing to change her vote

-MERGE BABY!!!! WOOOOOO~!!! So, This tribe seems cool!I;m mainly excited i made merge. My allies are currently Keegan, Jess and I think Gavin. I want to ally with the people I haven't played with yet. sorry this is short

-So I feel like I was totally on the bottom after the Jay vote. I feel like I can’t turn to my old allies (although I have) and like. In touchy subjects when I was voted most likely to be voted out next I had like one person come to me and be like “oh that’s so not true. I don’t see you as next” but like. I wasn’t even surprised that I got it. I am kinda relying on allying with new people but you can’t force people to ally without you. Everytime I have tried to ally with people I have already played with it fails. So now that narrows it down to Collin, Cindi, and maybe Rachael. But I need To get close to them first. Collin also knows how I played in Tashirojima. He has brought it up to me 2 separate times now, so I’m scared he might think I’m going to play like that again and try and target me or something. Idk. I’m just a big ball of scared.

-So 5 people of got immunity. I got like 9th. I'm real upset about it. I know it doesn't really mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Anyway. I;m like 90% sure I;m going home but I'll try my best to ya know. not. I really hope I can work with collin although I don't really have an alliance. so lets see how this goes.

https://youtu.be/wLA8Pt4bXlQ

https://youtu.be/r-8Y2n2NGJo

-Welcome to Merge O' Clock! We finally made the merge, although unless I'm dumb (which is entirely possible) we haven't yet made the jury. The post says a final 3 with 9 jury members, and there is 13 of us left. Interesting. But anyways, I made the merge and I'm super happy about that. It's very exciting to win the previous season and actually be in the running to win this season. Like I feel like I've played a pretty good game so far and I have enough alliances and strong bonds to make it far. Unless I get targeted for that reason. In terms of trust rankings, lemme do that real quick: Most Trusted JESS ZACH GAVIN RACHAEL TIMMY BIRCH CINDI CHIPS BODHI ALI = RUTHIE = COLLIN I've currently got my Canadian Alliance with JESS and BIRCH, as well as an alliance with GAVIN, ZACH and RACHAEL. There's also the alliance with TIMMY, GAVIN, JESS and ZACH thought I don't know if that one will stick around much. I'm trying hard to build a relationship with CINDI, who is amazing. If I can get all these things aligned, we can vote out RUTHIE, ALI, CINDI, CHIPS, COLLIN and BODHI before there's really anything to worry about. But the game is never that easy. My biggest goal right now is to make sure I win immunity for this first vote. The first merge vote can be super telling where everyone is standing and I need to make sure that the target doesn't somehow fall on me. I have to stay safe for at least this vote.

-Guess who’s immune at the merge tribal council! THIS GUY! And also COLLIN, JESS, GAVIN and BODHI. Surprise twist where five people win immunity, which is crazy. I’m mostly just vibing right now and seeing where people’s heads are at. Been having some nice conversation with ALI, COLLIN and CINDI. Will I work with them ever? I’m not sure. I’m very happy that JESS and GAVIN are safe. I trust them a lot and hope we can work together moving forward. I just need to make sure I keep my head low enough to avoid a target but high enough that people know this is my game to win.

-So if everything I have been told so far is true, this is going to be a very messy vote. Initially it was BIRCH and CHIPS whose names were on the line but as the day progressed it became between ZACH and BIRCH. And honestly there is merit in voting for either of them. ZACH is a very good player with a metric crap tonne of connections but I've also been loyal to him since the start of the game. BIRCH could be a super loyal ally moving forward but I've also betrayed them at a previous point in the game. Currently, it seems like BIRCH, CHIPS, RUTHIE, GAVIN are for sure voting for ZACH. Currently, it seems like ZACH, RACHAEL, CINDI, COLLIN are for sure voting for BIRCH. But also as I was typing this out, BODHI created an alliance chat with COLLIN, GAVIN, JESS and myself. I'm not even sure if it's an alliance or if BODHI just wanted to make a joke about the Illuminati. Mom? Come pick me up I don't want to be here anymore.

-okay so its merge time... and i've been doing bad at confessing because i've been going through it but its time to reassess and get back into GEAR. so timmy died last tribal, he was kinda being bananas and targetting rachael in a really flawed way (bodhi would've probably been the move). i like rachael even though i'm about to come after her friendgroup full force, and it just wasn't the time. also... timmy is the only person i've played with multiple times who has outplaced me each time so KJFDSA... was biased to end that. only other risk of that on this tribe is bodhi, but might be sending him packing sooner rather than later. anyway so merge and first things FIRST. I FINALLY. FINALLY. get put on a tribe with JESS. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR MY SPIDERMAN POINTING AT SPIDERMA QUEEN. i'm telling her too much (me telling j-names too much who is shocked), but we are gonna mob boss it as two tribe figureheads and keep it PUSHING. Otherwise I love gavin… I used my connection with sarah g to him for clout because im shameless but I love him and he seems relatively disconnected on the tribe… he looks like kori who would catfish games so im like looks around but he gives good energy hope he likes me. chips is a SWEETHEART and was also on the bottom so looking to scoop him up. Okay so birch. Birch is lovely, birch played in my first tumblr survivor season. Birch has SO much personality… in chats of 2+ people, but in our PMs a better name for them is the SAHARAH. Love your lack of energy, go give us NOTHING. But what can you do. I ALSO might need them in even tho if I get one more ‘Nice!’ from them as a response I will perform walking from the cast. Keegan hasn’t messaged me yet…taps foot. Will not be messaging a MAN first not on my watch. Zach is sweet but he is a CHILD AND I DON’T TRUST CHILDREN IN games. I also just booby trapped him in the idol hunt so… looks around. I also have one key and I need ONE MORE TO get into this mystical last book which im ON A MISSION TO DO. In other news collin leaked the 6 person alliance so looks around… that man has such white gay who wins games energy and im not having it. Ideal Bootlist: Zach > Keegan > Bodhi > Collin > Cindi > Birch > Timmy > Rachael > Chips > Jess (F3: Me/Ruthie/Chips)

-okay so im deflated again. first off, the conglomerate of friends has got to go its so frustrating, the mesopotamia/svalbard gathering is really really disaster. they make their friend group so obvious and yet there is nothing we can do. the zach/collin/rachael/bodhi/cindi (?) svalbard/mesopotamia, PLUS people who voted with zach like keegan/timmy. its just so ANNOYING, can people WISE UP. i love jess, and im so so excited to work together but she also can be so slippery and wishywashy so its a real.. looks around, we need to wake cindi up. in other news... this tribe is really okay with letting collin win. he is misting EVERYONE and everyone is just sitting there and letting it happen. he has such white gay who just wins this game and everyone is gonna just LET HIM. final man i wanna complain about is keegan. LISTEN SIR, you will not catch me messaging a man first, so if you are upset about us having not spoken... then message me. then speak to me. dont tell people we havent spoken when i've made JUST AS MUCH EFFORT AS YOU. its not my fault you are so unbelievably dry in pms. grrrr i just HATE men and i have to deal with SO MANY on this tribe.

-okay so. we are maybe voting out the child i truly do not know. jess, gavin and cindi never dissed. open to working with me, not relying exclusively on pregame connections, literal legends. chips and birch are literally making it so hard to save them, they both have the biggest mouths i've EVER seen and the subtlety of a reversing truck. they have SUCH big mouths and are making the odds of a zach idol play INCREDIBLY high. also zach can go making majority alliances without me, its shenanigans like this that get you merge boot Sir.

-so im sitting on call with cindi as we plot the end of the zach. this is so sad i feel bad for him even tho this is definitely a good move for me AHHhhh.

-I'm crossing my fingers that I somehow pulled out a win for this creative comp (I doubt it because it looks like a toddler drew my tree house) because I have been very anti social! I've been talking to people in PM's a bit but the chat is just too many people and going too fast for me, LOL. I just hope our little group of four will stick together. I haven't talked to them as much since we merged but I guess it is good that we are all mingling and trying to maybe find some cracks? I've talked to Chips, Jess and some of the others from the merged tribe a good bit.

Tea time! So Chips wants to get Collin, Cindi, Rachael, Zach or Bodhi out because they are in some kind of alliance for some games they were in? I don't know I didn't know they were all so well connected lol. Alsooo Jess and I have a two person alliance consisting of ourselves that we are referring to as the Jills heh heh. I guess right now I'm closest to Jess? I am going to tell her whatever I hear name wise and feel she will do the same to me and I'm hoping that we can like, feed each other information and go to the end while also working with other people if that makes sense.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOgNIykteiM&feature=youtu.be

This round is a split between Zach and birch for who is going home this week. My treehouse got 6th so I sadly missed the immunity mark This week could possibly come down to just 1 vote. That’s why Zach and I traded powers so we can know who voted with who so we can make sure we understand who is voting where for next round.

so I mad it to the merge! Good stuff! Anyway, the immunity challenge had a twist where multiple people are immune. And i am not. Thats what I get for taking a picture of a tree with 🦕! After results I hear no one saying a name and I don't like that because I don't want whatever random alliance that has already formed dictating... so I decide I'm going to spread Zach. I think he stands a good shot of success because he is well of not only in meta-gaming with relationships but also controlled the premerge. Sooooo I started saying him. Anyway, I am hoping people are actually voting with him them I will feel comfortable to make an alliance. Cindi is part of or immediately under the core group that has taken it upon themselves to say names. I heard from her they originally wanted to do my name because "easy" and not as well liked on the tribe. They were between me and Birch but Cindi said no thanks to me. Anyway, they have been spreading Birch and I have been spreading Zach and now I know it is between the two. If Zach has a power and takes control this round I am still happy I planted the seed and he should not be long for the game. Also, if they do not follow through in voting Birch and vote me instead I will feel better about my self for doing something because I feel loke I've really let down the hosts with how inactive I have been with the move. Hope bringing the drama redeems me just a little.

SO WHAT IS NOT THE TEA. LEAKING ASS LEAKERS IS NOT THE TEA. I'm in a giant alliance with Svalbard/Mesopotamia people and I'm like that is chill or whatever. But Gavin somehow knows about this alliance but doesn't know that I'm in it? So, like, uhhh don't like that. Don't want to fucking be associated with a majority alliance. Plus I don't want Chips being on the bottom. I love Chips. But love the way that Birch decided it was me voting them out? Also that they decided to just, like, give a name of everyone voting with them to Zach, who we're voting out. CAN YOU SAY MESS.

AHHHH! okay so this round has been absolutely CHAOTIC. from the stress of meeting so many new people, and trying to secure my place in this game going forward, to spending HOURS building a treehouse in the sims and being one of the five people to win immunity because of the twist i picked a few rounds ago (thanks for EXPOSING ME BY THE WAY). but going into the round, i honestly had my sights set on zach. he was by far the most connected and well-rounded player in the merge in my opinion, and something needed to be done about it. so, with that i (along with jess) had our work cut out for us. this move needed to happen NOW, or it might just never happen. together, we went around and planted seeds, spread information, and made sure that people realized zach not only had alliances with them, but everyone else in the game as well. i felt like i had made pretty strong connections with ali, cindi, and ruthie, and those were definitely three people we would need to make this move happen. so, we got to work spreading zach's name (with birch somehow exposing everyone but me basically). the hardest part for me was lying to rachael because i love her so much, but she was one of the people that were too close to zach. i knew i needed him to go, so she would be closer to me... but with that comes regaining and rebuilding the trust lost by lying to her as well, so once again, i have my work cut out for me in a totally different way--it will take time, but i think she will realize that she does need me, i just need to prove it to her.

https://youtu.be/KoXLMf5QhxI

https://youtu.be/8g2eyHMOZbI

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hurricane-jenn · 7 years ago

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Who Says You Can't Go Back- Chapter 4

Hey guys, sorry this one is a little late again, but to make up for it I'm going to try to post next weeks early, before the premier! Thanks again for the continued support and encouragement. Also big thanks to @em-m-j and @jordan202 for their proofreading and all the support.

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Owen and Amelia sprang into action following the doctors and nurses who were racing towards Megan’s room. Running through the door, Amelia and Owen were faced with an alarming sight. Megan was flailing around on the bed screaming, while two nurses tried to hold her on. “What’s going on?” Owen demanded. One of the doctors turned to face Owen, “Major Hunt, it seems your sister is having a PTSD episode. She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know we are here to help her.” Owen crossed over to his sister taking over for one of the doctors trying to hold her down. “Megan it’s me, it’s Owen,” he said reassuringly. “I’m here. You’re safe.” Megan continued to thrash around and fight back, but Owen continued to speak to her in hushed tones. After a minute, Megan seemed to zero in on Owen, her eyes meeting hers, and slowly her flailing subsided. “Owen,” she whispered. “What’s going on?” “It’s okay Megan, you’re back in the States remember. You’re in the hospital. It’s all going to be okay.” Megan looked at him, so much pain behind her eyes, and all of a sudden she opened up like a faucet. She threw her arms around Owen’s neck and sobbed into his chest. Owen knew that his sister’s attitude since she woke up must have been too good to be true. He knew she couldn’t have gotten out of that situation unharmed, but he didn’t think it would hurt so much to see his sister like this. Amelia, who had been standing in the corner of the room since they entered, suddenly felt very uncomfortable invading this intimate family moment. She made a move to leave the room, but before she could Owen met her gaze. He reached out his hand, inviting her to come join him. She crossed the room and stood behind Owen with her hands on his shoulders while he held Megan as she cried.

“Hello?” Teddy was met with a voice she hadn’t heard in almost five years. “Hey, it’s me, Teddy.” She didn’t know what she had expected, but complete silence on the other end was not it. “Arizona?” She inquired, unsure if her friend had hung up. “Hey, yep I’m here,” the other doctor replied. There was an awkward silence while Teddy waited for Arizona to say something, but when she realized her friend was waiting for the same thing she continued. “Hey… how are you?” “I’m fine,” Arizona replied awkwardly. Teddy hated herself for how forced this conversation was sounding. This woman used to be one of her closest friends and now she didn’t even know what to say to her. “Look, I really don’t know how to start here,” Teddy confessed honestly. “I know it’s been so long, and I know that’s my fault. I guess I just wanted to call and say I’m sorry.” She heard her friend sigh on the other end of the line, and Teddy found herself holding her breath waiting for Arizona’s reply. “Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?!” Arizona exclaimed. “You were still grieving, and then you dropped off the face of the earth with no warning. I didn’t know if you were okay!” That was better, at least Arizona was replying to her, though this anger was not ideal. “I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to handle it all, and so it seemed easiest to just walk away. I didn’t know how to talk to you all about how your lives were going, and changing, and moving on, when I couldn’t do the same.” “I get that Ted, but my life wasn’t a walk in the park either. I was in a plane crash, you know.” “Yeah I heard, I’m so sorry.” “Well what you probably didn’t hear was I lost my leg. I only have one leg now. After that things were never the same. My marriage fell apart, Callie moved away with her new girlfriend, Sofia is there with her right now. I have no one here anymore. You left thinking everyone's lives went on without you, and sure they did, but they didn’t always move on for the better.” Teddy was stunned. She had assumed that her friends had moved on to happier things, after she took her widow dark cloud and left, but it turned out the dark clouds seemed to follow them all. “I’m so sorry Arizona. I was so caught up in my own grief, that I didn’t stop to think about anyone else’s. I have realized now that leaving and shutting you all out wasn’t the right thing to do. Owen has filled me in on some of the things that have happened, and I am so sorry I wasn’t here for you all. I know I can’t make it better, but I hope one day you can forgive me.” Arizona’s reply was almost instantaneous, “Of course I forgive you! I may be annoyed at you, but you’re one of my best friends, and more than anything I miss you.” Teddy felt tears clouding her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear those words. She had shut her friends out for so long that she had forgotten how amazing it was to have their support. “I’m coming to Seattle.” “What?” Arizona exclaimed, letting out that all too familiar childish excitement that Teddy had missed so much. “Yep,” Teddy replied grinning from ear to ear. “I’m at Madigan right now, I traveled here with Owen’s sister, but they are transferring her to Seattle soon, probably tomorrow. And I’m going to need you on my side to help me make it through coming back.” “You know I’ll always have your back.” Teddy and Arizona chatted for a while longer, Teddy filling Arizona in about Megan, and Arizona sharing some of the more happy stories from the past five years. Though Teddy knew things couldn’t be fixed with one phone call, she was feeling more optimistic about seeing her friends again.

After about an hour of sobbing on and off into Owen’s shirt, Megan drifted off to sleep. Owen and Amelia spoke to the doctors and it was decided that they would transfer Megan to Seattle in the morning. Owen went off to find Teddy and fill her in, while Amelia tried to find somewhere for them to stay for the night. She reached into her purse looking for her phone, when she couldn't seem to find it she wracked her brain for where it could be. She remembered having it when they were in Megan’s room, that must have been where she left it. Not wanting to wake up Megan she crept into the dark room. She felt around on the table, trying to no avail to find her phone without turning on the light. She finally felt her hand connect with her phone, when someone began to speak. “It’s okay, I’m awake. You don’t need to tiptoe.” Megan’s voice startled Amelia and she jumped knocking her phone on the floor. “Oh shoot, sorry!” Megan exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “Uh no worries it’s fine,” Amelia said as she picked up her phone. “Look no damage it’s all good.” Amelia started backing towards the door, unsure how to talk to Megan. She was her husband’s sister, but Amelia knew nothing about her. Not to mention the trauma that Megan had just been through. She didn't even know where to begin with the small talk. “I’m sorry about your brother,” Megan started. Amelia froze in her tracks. “Excuse me?” “Sorry. I’m probably overstepping.” Megan blushed, embarrassed at her attempt at conversation. “I overheard Owen and Teddy talking when I woke up. They were talking about him not being at your wedding. I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine not having Owen at my wedding. But at least my mom would be there. Were your parents there?” “Umm nope,” Amelia replied, not liking the turn this conversation was taking. “Oh I’m sorry, I just assumed Owen would have wanted a traditional wedding. But eloping is great too.” Amelia loved that Owen’s sister was trying to make conversation with her, and she wanted nothing more than to get to know her sister in law, but she wished Megan had chosen a different topic. Sensing this would be a long talk, she crossed over to the chair near Megan’s bed and sat down. “I’m not close with my family. My dad died when I was young, and it kinda threw a wrench in our relationship. I have three sisters, Derek was my only brother, and the only one I ever really felt close with. I invited my sisters to the wedding and they chose not to come. Same with my mom.” Amelia looked up to meet Megan’s gaze, Megan looked mortified. “Amelia I am so so sorry. I didn’t realize. I shouldn’t have pried. I just wanted to get to know my sister in law. I always wanted a sister. Don’t get me wrong, Owen was an amazing brother, but I always wanted a sister.” Amelia let out a snort, “Believe me, having sisters is overrated.” She saw Megan’s face fall at that statement, so she tried to backpedal. “Or at least it was for me. I don’t have the best track record with family. My brother’s wife was a bitch, who didn’t even call me before she pulled the plug. It would be nice to have a sister in law that doesn’t hate me, ” Amelia confessed. “Well I may be a complete disaster who will probably need years of therapy,” Megan joked. “But I think the least I can do is be the world’s greatest sister in law.” Both women laughed at that and Amelia reached out to take Megan’s hand. “Don’t worry,” she reassured. “Owen and I are both here for you, and we will get through this together.”

Their moment was interrupted by Amelia’s cell phone ringing. “Oops, it’s Owen, I didn’t tell him where I was going. Knowing him he’s freaking out.” The women exchanged a knowing smile at that. “Hey,” Amelia answered. “Where are you!?” Owen’s panicked voice came from the other end of the line. “I went to find Teddy and now I can’t find you anywhere.” “Sorry,” Amelia genuinely felt bad for making him worry. “I left my phone in Megan’s room and then we got to chatting.” “Oh, okay.” Owen was pleased and his wife and sister were getting to know each other, though he wished Megan would get some rest. From her end of the phone Amelia heard another male voice address Owen, and she heard Owen address the man back, Nathan. From her end of the phone she heard the very tense exchange between the men. “Where is she?” Nathan asked. “I really don’t think now is a good time for you to see her, let her rest.” “Owen, she’s my fiance, I care about her too. I deserve to see her.” “How did you even know to come here?” Owen inquired, his anger rising. Amelia felt this was the moment she needed to jump in. “I told Meredith,” she confessed into the phone. “I told Meredith so that she would tell him. He has every right to be here Owen. Just as much as you and me.” She turned towards Megan suddenly worried if she made the right decision or not. Maybe Megan wasn’t ready for this. But her questions were soon answered, when Megan said, “It’s Nathan isn’t it? He’s here?” “Yes,” Amelia replied. She hung up the phone and turned her whole attention to Megan. “I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner he was on his way, but honestly it slipped my mind when we got here.” “It’s okay,” Megan reassured her. “I knew I was going to have to face him at some point, I just didn’t realize it would be so soon.” “You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to,” Amelia assured her. “We can wait until you’re ready.” “How is he?” Megan inquired. “You must know him right? Him and Owen are such close friends.” Amelia tensed up. She didn’t know what to say. Sure him and Owen were on better terms these days, but she most definitely wouldn’t say they are best friends. And what could she say without mentioning his relationship with Meredith, or how she had been trying desperately to fix him and Owen’s relationship by throwing stupid dinner parties. But Amelia didn’t have time to answer Megan’s question, because before she could say anything, Nathan burst through the door.

#grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #omelia #teddy altman #omelia fics #omeliafics #omelia fanfiction #greys anatomy #my fan fics #who says you cant go back

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 7 years ago

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SDV Prompt: Drinking Contest

So I’ve been dinking around with @dwarva‘s story prompt generator and ended up with the characters Emily and Lewis and the theme “Drinking Contest.” I got the idea for where I wanted this to go pretty quickly, and manged to write it out into a silly little ficlet. Not my most well-polished work, but it was a fun prompt :) I plan to continue doing little prompts like this and posting the finished ones from time to time; they make for pretty good practice. Enjoy!

Friday night at the Stardrop Saloon was always good for a chance to unwind. The Saloon regulars, who during the week often found the place to themselves, were joined by only-slightly-less regulars who counted on the place for a celebration of another workweek finished, and more often than not, they were joined in turn by random townsfolk who had decided they needed a chance to relax and catch up with the neighbors. All told, this was just the time and place for as much relaxing and catching up as anyone in Pelican Town needed.

Maybe a little too much of the former at times, Lewis thought to himself as he sat near the door and nursed his drink. Marnie was busy with a cow birth tonight, and would probably be hovering over the new calf and its mother until early morning, which left the town mayor without his usual drinking buddy. That was quite all right, he supposed -- he was a grown man perfectly capable of finding his own fun, and he had a pretty good relationship with most of the people in town. It seemed he had gotten a little too used to taking the front table with Marnie and chatting the night away, but it would be simple enough to break away from the habit and move.

It was quite possibly thanks to his attempts to figure out who to talk to that he noticed the disaster in the making. Shane was sitting at the bar in his usual corner, but at some point in the past few minutes he had been joined by Alex, Sam, Sebastian and Abigail. They were all having an... unusually lively conversation, at least for Shane, and from the cocky grins on half their faces, Lewis was beginning to get a distinctly bad feeling about where this was headed.

The mayor almost didn't tear his eyes away when Emily swept up to his table, notebook in hand and dazzling waitress smile at the ready.

"Hi, Mayor Lewis!" she chirped. "Would you like to order some food, or are you waiting for Marnie to get here?"

Lewis waved a dismissive hand. "Marnie can't make it tonight, but I think I'll wait on food anyway, thank you." His gaze drifted back to the group of young folks, and he frowned.

"Do you know what they're all planning? Please don't tell me it's a drinking contest."

Emily's hair whipped through the air as she turned to look at the group, and then she shot him a sheepish smile. "Umm," she tried, "Okay. I won't tell you then."

Lewis let out a low sigh. Those three could get loud on their regular 'Saloon Nights' as it was -- he did not want to see them all liquored up along with Shane and the local blustering jock.

"I'll just take this to the bar, if you don't mind," he told Emily, picking up his ale. "I want to keep an eye on those five in case I have to run damage control.

Emily's smile broke, and she put out a placating hand. "Oh, you don't need to do that! I already promised to keep an eye on them if anything looks like it might get out of hand. Besides," she added, a note of confidence returning to her voice, "I think they can pretty much handle themselves. They're more responsible than you think."

Lewis raised an eyebrow at the waitress. "Responsible," he repeated, a note of flat disbelief in his voice. "Really."

Emily nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Abigail isn't even out of college yet."

Emily shrugged. "So? A lot of people don't get through college in four years, and I for one think it's very mature of her to see it through."

"That's not my point."

"Mayor Lewis, if you're implying that being a college student somehow makes her an irresponsible drinker, I'll have you know that I hardly touched a drop when I was in school!"

Lewis snorted. "Fine. But aren't they all noisy enough when they come here?"

Emily's face darkened for a moment. "Well... Shane doesn't really say much in any case, but I don't think that's really a good thing for him." Her expression quickly lit up again. "But for everyone else, I think that just means they're having a good time! And I think participating in a group game like this would be good for Shane... even if it would really be better if there wasn't alcohol involved."

Hmph. Well, Lewis supposed the girl had a point, but he wasn't about to give up that easily. "Emily, do you even realize who all we're talking about? Even without Yoba-knows-how-many drinks in their systems, these kids have been responsible for balls going through windows, town-wide prank wars, rotten egg tosses, ruining the Luau soup for a lark --"

"--And all those things happened many years ago, Mayor Lewis. They've all had a chance to grow since then," Emily replied gently. She shot him another smile. "Look, I know these things can get out of hand, but that's why I'm going to be watching them. All I'm asking is that you try not to worry about it, okay?"

Lewis took a deep breath and let it out, his mustache ruffling in the breeze. He really couldn't argue with Emily there, as much as the whole thing bothered him.

"Fine," he finally said. With a small smile of his own, he added, "but I'm still moving to the bar. No point in keeping a table all to myself, eh?"

Emily beamed. "That sounds just fine. I should see if somebody else has an order yet -- I've been chatting too long already!"

With that, she swept away. Lewis chuckled to himself as he watched her go. That girl had so much energy, he didn't think any impending disaster would be enough to sway her.

* * * * *

Some time passed, and by Yoba it seemed Emily had been right. Gus had let her more-or-less take over bartending duties while he kept an eye on the tables, but it seemed that running damage control wouldn't be part of her repertoire tonight.

Not for lack of anyone getting drunk, though. Lewis was pretty sure that Sebastian had given up after his first glass of mead, and by now he'd turned his full attention to keeping Sam and Abigail from falling off their bar stools. Those two had collapsed against each other in a fit of giggles several minutes ago, the competition apparently forgotten. Alex and Shane were the only two still going, the former shooting the latter a too-heavy glare and the older man just staring ahead with a kind of grim satisfaction as Emily brought them another round.

"Are you sure you haven't had enough?" she chimed in as she set the pair of beers down. "It looks like you've already beaten half the group -- we could always call this one a tie."

Shane offered her a tiny smirk. "Emily, do you really want to deny me a chance to prove myself with one thing I'm actually good at?"

Emily clicked her tongue and shook her head, but left the men be. She caught Lewis's gaze as she did so, and offered him an encouraging smile. He returned it along with a small nod, glad that Alex and Shane were too caught up in their competition to notice. (As for the other three, they seemed to be caught up in some sort of joke Abigail had just made. Sam had started cackling like a hyena, while Sebastian was clearly less certain of the joke's humor, and Lewis ultimately decided that he didn't really want to know.)

The remaining competitors were about halfway through their beers when the door to the saloon opened behind Lewis and a newcomer joined him at the bar. He glanced over to see Elliot eyeing the competitors with a cool curiosity.

"Well, they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves," the young man said. "Might I ask what is going on over there, Emily?"

Alex overheard him and grinned, raising his drink in challenge. "Drinking contesht!" he bellowed. Jabbing his thumb to the side, he added, "We already beat theeeeshe nerds, ya think you can handle it, book man?"

It was at this point that Sebastian officially gave up, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his friends by the wrists to drag them back into the game room. Meanwhile, Elliot considered the challenge with a thoughtful little smile on his face.

"Hmm... Well, I suppose I could use the distraction. If you don't mind me joining in late, of course."

Shane shrugged in concession, Alex whooped, and Elliot moved over to their end of the bar. Lewis managed to catch Emily's eye one more time, and the expression she allowed herself once she was out of the writer's field of view was enough to tell him that she too remembered the time Elliot had unknowingly drank spiked punch at the Egg Festival.

Shooting one more inconspicuous glance at the far end of the bar, the mayor stood up to stretch and casually sat down a few seats closer to the competition area. Emily offered him a grateful smile as she went to fill a new mug for the latest contender.

After all, just a little extra caution never hurt.

#Stardew Valley #SDV #sv Lewis #sv Emily #writing #prompt #short story #This is the first time I've written Elliot I think #Actually it's the first time I've written many of these characters #They're fun

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eversweet-imagines · 7 years ago

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A Spider and A Spark - Part 1

Wow Hannah you are literally the worst at staying consistent about posting and being active on here. A plus for sure. Anywhooooo I saw the new Spiderman (twice in less than 24 hours) and Tom Holland is a major cutie. Send me some spider requests and let me know what you think (:

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Y/N took a deep breath, her heart was racing and in the pit of her stomach she could feel nerves building up. Glancing around to make sure no one was around she quickly stripped off her shirt and pants, slipping her suit over top of her sports bra and covering her butt so she wasn’t just standing naked in an alley. She pulled her mask over her head and pressed her fingers to the center of her palms, activating her suit. A huge grin grew on her concealed face as she got a running start, flipping, jumping and climbing to the roofs of the buildings around her. Y/N was one of Starks “interns”. He had taken an interest in her when he, or iron man caught her playing with fire. Fire she had created out of thin air, to be more exact.

“Good afternoon Inferno” Her suit greeted her as she sat along the edge of a building.

“Hello Finn.” She responded, She had given her suits intelligence a name finding it strange to just refer to him as suit dude. “Didn’t I tell you that you can refer to me as Y/N? I think we are on a first name basis at this point, I mean you are literally on top of my naked body.”

“Very funny Y/N, if it would make you more comfortable then I will remember to refer to you by your name. All systems seem to be running cool and ready for you to heat things up. Would you like me to do a scan of the city or check with the Avengers to see if you are needed?” Finn asked and Y/N thought for a moment.

“I think a normal city scan will be enough for tonight, its been a while since I have done anything so I would probably not be the most help to the rest of the team right now.” She lit small sparks as she spoke, each one like a tiny firework going off in front of her face. It was funny to her how contrasting she was when she was in the suit versus out of it. There was something about the secret identity gig that gave her all the confidence she had hiding inside of her. She could be everything she ever wanted to be.

“Initiating city scan.” Y/N’s eyes followed the map of the city , things to be going moderately calm today. “There seems to be a robbery and some sort of fight happening at City Bank.”

“Lead the way Finn.” Y/N smiled as she stood up on the ledge of the building, running to jump from roof to roof. she followed Finns instructions, umping and turning when he said and in no time she had made it to the bank. She stared at it for a moment from across the street.

“Looks like Spiderman is fighting the Avengers.” Y/N let out a sigh, she had heard plenty stories from Happy and tony about Spiderman, he hadn’t yet completed his training wheels yet. she didn't even know who the kid was, nor did he know her real identity but Tony and Happy had asked her to keep an eye on him. “What are those weird weapons?” Y/N skipped slightly as she began to jog across the street to go and give Spiderman a hand before he got hurt. She had almost reached the door when one of the weapons shot a giant laser towards her and the small mini mart she was standing next to. Her body fell to avoid its powerful laser but her body was thrown slightly from the explosion that took place. She slowly lifted her self up with a grunt as she watched the guys get away in their van, driving off quickly as Spiderman ran over towards the burning building.

“What the hell were you thinking Spidey?” Y/N shouted, her fists flaming out of anger as she stormed over to stop him.

“Move!” He shoved her out of the way as he ran faster inside. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, but quickly ran to help him as she saw him pulling a man out of the fire along with a rather large cat.

Y/N and Peter both slowly turned to look at both the bank and the burning building besides them. Spider-Man quickly began to run off, Y/N frozen for a second before she moved quickly to follow him. "Finn don't let me lose him." She said to her suit as a tracker began to follow Spider-Man. She followed closely behind before she ended up cornering him in an alleyway where he began cursing about a lost back pack.

"Spider-Man what the hell happened back there?!" Y/N shouted, trying to use her most intimidating voice and not sound like the teenager that she was. Peter froze in his spot after he turned to look at Y/N and realized who was standing there.

"I-Inferno.... I uh I umm what brings you to theirs neck of the woods?" He asked as he tried to casually lean against the trash can but missed, falling slightly before he webbed the other wall to pull himself back to a standing position.

"Oh I don't know Maybe it was the alien tech Robbery that was CLEARLY too much for you that drew my attention or you know could just be that I was taking a leisurely stroll. You are supposed to be laying low! You know helping old lady's get not lost so the can buy you churros." Y/N was getting heated, her fists erupting into violent red flames at her sides. Peter slowly backed away out of slight fear as she neared him, her voice getting louder.

"My readings tell me that Spider-Man is filled with a high percentage of fear and is t-minus 1 minute 14 seconds away from peeing himself." Finn spoke with a slight laugh in Y/N's ear distracting her for a moment. She sharply exhaled as she shot her flames at a trash can to release some of her pent up anger.

"Miss I-inferno, I was.. I was just doing my daily rounds and noticed there was an ATM robbery happening. I- I don't know they had those things I swear. They were alien guns! I don't know how- how or where they got them. But I'm going to find out.” Peter swore to her. Y/N stared at Spiderman and was at a lose of words.

“Incoming call from Tony Stark, would you like me to answer it?” Finn asked and Y/N rose her hand up, signaling Spiderman to wait, he nodded sitting criss cross on the cold ground.

“What Stark.” Y/N said, clear annoyance in her voice. A small image of Tony appeared in her vision, his jaw dropped slightly and he shook his head.

“No, no little lady. you don't speak to me like that. I swear I should have listened to everyone about letting kids join.” He began going off and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you should have because you're little Spiderman just caused a big old explosion at a local minimart and bank because he tried to stop some robbery that was in pursuit with some type of Alien weapons! There were almost civilian casualties sir!” y/N whisper yelled harshly, not wanting Spiderman to hear her. Tony let out a sigh, his hand going up to his face.

“Watch him. don't let him do anything stupid that could kill the kid. I’m sure its nothing. Anyways we have a mission coming up and we could really use your help to spice things up. You in?” Tony stared at her and Y/N felt a small grin taking over her previous harsh frown.

“Of course I'm in.”

“Good. Now I was serious, keep an eye on him.” Tony’s screen disappeared with a click and Y/N turned her attention back to Spiderman.

“I swear I will find out where these things are coming from and I will put an end to it.” Spidey stood up and Y/N stared at him.

“Not alone you won't.” She slightly smiled, helping him could be fun or a complete disaster.

The next morning Y/N sat in her chemistry class, her head leaning heavy against her hands as her eyelids struggled to stay open. She hadn't realized how late she had been out last night as Inferno that now she was paying for it. It didn't help that her instructor was the most boring teacher to exist. She shook her head and began glancing around the class trying to find something else to pay attention to her eyes fell onto the two kids sitting directly in front of her. Peter Parker and his best friend Ned. The two were complete nobodies, much like her but she still hardly spoke to them. Her ears perked up when she heard Ned whisper something about the Avengers to Peter.

“Have you met Inferno? She scares me but seems like a total babe.” Y/N felt a smirk grow on her lips as she leaned in ever so slightly to hear the two better.

“I actually met her last night, she said she would help me find the source of the alien guys!” Peter seemed excited.

“No way! Spiderman and Inferno working together?! This is something I never knew I needed until this moment.” Ned beamed and Y/N sat up straight, her eyes wide. She stared at Peter, he was Spiderman? Peter glanced back feeling someones eyes glued on him and met the gaze of Y/N. She looked scared, confused and almost angry but also happy. Emotions were running through her face as she continued to stare at him.

“H-hi Y/N.” He stumbled on his words, snapping Y/N out of her frozen daze.

“You’re sp-spiderman? You?!” She whispered harshly just as the bell rang. Peters eyes grew wide as she stormed out of the room quickly.

“Ned I’ll catch up with you later. Please dont talk about the thing anymore!” He shouted as he ran off trying to find Y/N in the already over crowded hallway. She had reached the exit door and glanced back for a moment, locking eyes with Peter once more before she escaped out the doorway. He ran quickly sliding between all the people and making it outside in a matter of seconds. He stopped on the front steps and glanced around his eyes falling upon the Y/H/C girl. He jumped the steps and ran over to where she was pacing around, her mind in conflict.

“Y/N... what- what you heard back there..” He started but Y/N turned her attention to him and cut him off.

“Shut it Peter.” Y/N snapped, she needed a second to think. “Is it true or are you making it up to try and get more attention at this stupid school? Don't try to lie to me.” She could feel her hands getting warm, her powers threatening to spark with her heightened emotions. Peter stared into her eyes, something about them screaming at him that he could trust her, that he needed her to know. He shot a web at her and pulled her close to him, there bodies a mere inch apart. Y/N looked up at his eyes a smile forming on her lips. His worried face began to slowly melt away.

“You can't tell anyone. Please.” He pleaded, Y/N chuckling lightly. She stepped away from him, bringing her hand up with a small flame to burn away the web that was still pulling on her.

“Your secret is save with me,” She grinned and Peter matched her actions. this was going to be the start of an interesting duo.

#tom holland imagine #Peter Parker imagine #spiderman imagine #Spiderman homecoming imagine #tom holland #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine

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