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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 9 months

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1,456

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Twelve

Gabby woke up at three o'clock in the morning dazed and a little too out of it. She looked to the end of her bed to see a foot resting on the mattress. It took a few seconds for her brain to catch up and confirm that it was indeed someone’s leg. She looked to her left to see Santiago sleeping in a tub chair that he dragged from the corner of the room.

She squeezed his leg “Pope?”

“Mmm”

“What are you doing?”

“You were sleepwalking. Didn’t want you to fall down the stairs”

“So you’re watching me sleep?”

“From behind my eyelids, sure”

Gabby chuckled and pulled at his arm, pulling him on to the bed

“Get up here”

“Yeah?”

“We’re both adults” she whispered as he got under the covered and got comfortable “Better then the chair?”

“Oh yeah”

“How long have you been here anyhow?”

He sat up and looked over at the alarm clock over on her side of the bed.

“About two hours”

“Duddddeeee, that’s creepy” she laughed before he looked down at her and they both realized how close they were. Even in a dark room with only the moonlight streaming through the windows Santiago could see her batting her eyelids and holding her breath.

“Don’t call me dude” he chuckled “Creepy or caring?”

“Bit of both”

“Yet you let me into your bed”

“Believe or not. You are not the worst person who’s been in here”

“I’d believe it” he chuckled “You seem like the bring-the-stray-home-and-fall-in-love-with-it type”

“That’s actually scary accurate”

“Good night Ms Gabby”

“Good morning”

She heard him mutter ‘smartass’ under his breath before she fell back to sleep.

Gabby woke up hotter than she did normally, especially since it was raining outside. She groaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut tight before giving up and gave into the idea of waking up. She was sleeping on Santiago’s shoulder with her hand over his heart. She felt him scratch her head slowly, playfully. Gabby looked up at him.

“How long have you been up?”

“A little while”

She moved up the bed but not quite off Santiago, he noticed. Boy, did he notice. Just like he noticed the smell of her body wash, her shampoo, her weight on his and the way her voice was raspier in the morning. He had never been more awake in all his life.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You’re dead on your feet, Kid”

“I’m okay. I promise”

“You have to sleep today”

“No, I have to cook you guys breakfast and I have to double check that the storm shelter is waterproof because if that money gets wet. We’re fucked. Then I have to think about dinner. Then….”

He cut her off by kissing her quickly. Gabby gasped surprised as he rolled her on her back not breaking that kiss for a second.

All the times he had thought about kissing her. Santiago imagined it would have been a tug of war. A fight for domination. They fought about everything else, why would this be any different?

But it was different.

Maybe it was because she was tired. Maybe it was because it was the morning but she gave him total control and he took it.

Days, weeks, even years of fighting one another. Annoying one another and this was what it came down too.

He felt her hands on his back before either of them realized he had put both her hands over her head and that’s the way they stayed for god knew how long and that’s the way that she thought they would stay until he stopped and rested his forehead on hers before pulling back slightly before attacking her neck

“I can’t do this worrying about the knuckleheads hearing us downstairs”

“I’m really not that loud”

Santiago looked up at her and playfully raised his eyebrow

“That sounds like a challenge”

“Take it any way you want but its true”

He kissed her throat one last time before moving beside her “Raincheck”

“That’s what they all say” she teased before getting out from the covers and making her way around the room.

“Trust me, I mean it”

She changed her top to a cotton razorback and pulled her unbrushed hair into a messy bun before looking back at him in the mirror

“What?”

“Just enjoying the view”

She pulled an old pair of jeans on before jumping up and down to get them up over her butt and zipping them up.

“Take a picture why don’t cha” she said throwing a sock at him. Only because that was the only thing she could grab to throw at him

“Don’t need too. Memory of an elephant”

He watched her spray perfume into the air and twirled around in it over dramatically just because he was watching. Gabby reached for the door handle before looking back at him

“Get out of my bed”

“Make me”

“Do you need a few minutes?” she teased “Do you need some unsexy thoughts?”

“That would be great”

“You’re grandparents fucking”

“Ugh”

He listened to her laugh down the hallway.

As she made her way down the stairs she found Frankie and Benny in her kitchen.

“What are you guys doing?”

“HEY!!!” the both yelled back

Frankie met her at the foot of the stairs with a hot cup of coffee and a cuddle.

“We’re cooking you breakfast” Benny called out happily “Or we’re trying too”

“We’ll clean when we’re done” Frankie whispered to her when she saw the state of the kitchen

“Thank you” she whispered back

“Go sit at the table”

She sat on the side facing the kitchen because there was nothing like breakfast and a show. She sat with her knees to her chest smirking over her coffee cup watching the muppet show.

Santiago made his way down the stairs a short time later and didn’t get the same treatment as she had. He had to get his own coffee.

“What’s happening ladies?”

“You wanna help out, jack ass?” Benny shot back

“Sure. I’ve worked up an appetite”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head to herself. Two of the guys didn’t understand why, but one did.

Frankie sat on the porch with his coat buttoned up and collar popped. He watched as Santiago and Gabby ran out of the storm shelter and back to the house. There had been a feel in the place today that hadn’t been there the day before. He had his suspicions but it wasn’t until this moment that he knew it was true.

Gabby went straight into the house and Santiago stayed when he saw the look on Frankie’s face

“What?”

“You two slept together”

“No, Frank we didn’t”

“Bullshit. I heard you go into her room last night. I heard you walking around”

“She’s been sleepwalking”

Frankie sat forward in his seat with his hand balled up resting on his forehead

“Since when?”

“As far as I know. Guyana”

“God damn it, Pope”

“She made me promise not to say anything”

“Since when do you two keep each others secrets?”

As if she knew they were talking about her, Gabby appeared on the porch. She looked at Frankie confused

“What?”

“You’ve been sleeping walking?”

She looked over at Santiago wide eyed “Duuuuuudddde”

“Don’t call me dude”

“Gabriella, answer me”

“Did you just use your dad voice on me?”

“Gabby!!”

“Ugh” she sighed “It’s not a big deal”

“Don’t give me that shit. I was there the last time this happened, Gabby”

“Baby” she said softly, which oddly sparked a fire in Santiago that had never been there before the countless times he had heard Gabby call Frankie that.

“How long?”

“The farm, I think”

“Was it the club? The cop? What?”

“Frank, you have to calm down” Santiago told him

“You’re regressing. I knew I shouldn’t called you”

“Baby, I’m not regressing. I’m stressed. We’ve all been running on adrenaline and hope for days now. I’ve been in an office for so long that my body doesn’t know how to deal with it anymore. A few days of down time here and some actual sleep. I’ll be back to my annoying self. Okay?”

“Gabby”

“Trust me, Frankie. I’m okay” she chuckled not quite believing it but needing him too.

Frankie nodded his head, gave her a hug and walked back inside. Santiago sidled up to Gabby wrapping his arm around her waist

“You know what is a good stress relief?”

“I have an idea, yes”

“For your health and all”

“Storm shelter?”

“Yep”

They both took off down the stairs and across the grass before making sure the shelter door was locked once they were inside.

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #ben miller #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund #oscar isaac #pedro pascal

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canirove · 2 years

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Professor Rice | Chapter 1

Summary: It is Veronica’s last year at uni. After partying maybe a bit too much the previous one, she wants to be focused and not struggle again. Especially not when to finish her major, she will be needed the credits from one of her most hated subjets: Science. But because that wasn’t enough already, her professor happens to be one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. Professor Rice.

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"What are you looking at..." Madisson stopped mid-sentence to look at the door. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus!"

"Can he be my lab partner? I promise to be good" I laughed.

"Babe, that's not a classmate. That's our professor."

The professor... that's our professor. I'm screwed!

Author’s note: This story is a very special one, because I didn’t write it, a friend of mine did. It was my birthday present from her a couple of years ago, and that’s why the main character was named after me 😁 She got inspired because when we saw the photo of Declan that I’m using on this chapter’s header, I told her that with the glasses he looked like an university teacher 😅

If you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll probably notice that our writing style is a bit different, but I hope you still enjoy it as much as I did. Thank you for reading! 💜

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Veronica's POV

On my first day back at uni, I woke up feeling like an anxious mess. I was in need of one of Jo's pep talks.

After I showered and got dressed, I went into the kitchen to find my best friend cooking my favourite breakfast: banana pancakes with chocolate chips. I don't deserve her.

"Good morning, gorgeous. I made you some breakfast" Jo said while placing my plate and my cup of tea in front of me.

"Have I ever told you that you are my favourite person in the whole wide world?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Jo said, rolling her eyes. But I could see a little smirk on her face. Josephine knew this was the only way to get me to eat something before class on my first day, so she woke up extra early to get everything ready.

"You ready for this, V? I know you worry too much, but this year you have fewer classes and it shouldn't be as stressful as last year, ok?"

"I guess... I do have some classes that I can't keep avoiding. Like Science. Ugh, I hate Science" I groaned. Why do I have to take more Science classes?

"Veronica, don't be silly. I'm great at Science, I'll help you out if you need it." Of course, Jo to the rescue.

"I know. I just don't want a repeat of last year".

The end of my second year in Uni was a rollercoaster. I might have enjoyed my party time a bit too much, and when it was time to catch up on everything that I had to study... well, saying that it wasn't fun was an understatement.

Jo and I spent multiple nights awake studying, and I managed to get good enough grades to keep my scholarship. I’d liked to think I've learnt from those mistakes. But Jo and I had already been invited to three parties, and we still haven't found a way to say no.

"Veronica!" Jo screamed.

"What?" I said, covering my ears. She knew I didn't like loud noises so early in the morning.

"Stop daydreaming, peach. We need to go. Oh God! You've barely eaten." She immediately grabbed a napkin and put two more pancakes on it. "You can eat this on the way to your first class. Have fun. Love you!"

"Yes, mum. Bye, mum." I couldn't help but tease her as I left to go to hell. I mean, today's classes.

These next 9 months are going to be the worst of my life...

Two classes down, two to go. And it was finally time for the worst of them: Science. I knew I had to get these credits from this Science class to finish my major, but I also knew I didn't have to be excited about it.

My least favourite part of first days was teachers making a big deal out of everything. As if university wasn't overwhelming enough. They felt the need to talk about every single detail of everything we'll be doing for the next few months, and I always left feeling just a bit dumber than before that class started.

As I made my way to my seat, I saw Maddison was already there. Maddie and I were good friends but had never been in a class together. She was also very good at Science, so being next to her in this class sounded even better than it normally would.

"Hi Maddie" I said while sitting next to her.

"Hi Nica! We finally get to be together in a class. Only took us three years" she laughed.

Maddison always called me Nica. Apparently, there was a singing contest she watched as a kid with her mum, who is from Spain, and her favourite contestant's nickname was Nika. So she couldn't help but call me Nica. It was cute, to be honest.

"So," Madisson started, "have you heard about the new professor?"

"New professor? What do you mean?"

"Well, there was this two hundred-year-old man who has been teaching this class since before dinosaurs went extinct, but he finally retired and we are supposed to be getting a new professor who is a hottie. At least according to some classmates of mine that had him in their first class today." Madisson, of course, started to wiggle her eyebrows while telling me the story.

"A hot professor?" I laughed. "Not in this class, please. I struggle with concentrating enough as it is."

"Oh, c'mon. A bit of eye candy never hurt nobody."

The class was about to start when the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life walked through the door.

"What are you looking at..." Madisson stopped mid-sentence to look at the door. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus!"

"Can he be my lab partner? I promise to be good" I laughed.

"Babe, that's not a classmate. That's our professor."

The professor... that's our professor. I'm screwed!

Declan's POV

Why is teaching a class in front of one hundred students more daunting than being in front of thirty thousand people at a football pitch?

"Hello class. I'm Professor Rice, and I'll be teaching this course now that Professor Richards has retired. Now, I don't want to overwhelm you on the first day talking about everything you're supposed to do in the next few months, but I do want to talk about how I plan on organizing these first weeks of classes. So pay attention, I don't like repeating myself".

Did that sound confident? I bet they can all see how much I'm sweating underneath this suit. Why did I wear a suit in August? God! I'm a mess.

"So, next week we'll do a small test." I could hear complaints already. "Relax, this won't count for your final grades. I just want to know how to organize the study groups and to check who might need more help. My office is always open for anyone who has questions, ok?"

I then wrote all the topics that will be covered on the test on the board. My handwriting was worse than usual because I was trying not to show how nervous I was.

All for nothing, because the day had been going really well so far. All the students in the first two classes seemed excited to have a younger teacher in their class. Even a couple of girls asked me where my office was. I didn't expect that.

You can do this, Declan. You can do this!

"So, any questions?" I asked, and then saw a couple of hands being raised.

Once I answered the questions, I kept on explaining how the course was going to work. It's not that I didn't want to be a harsh teacher, but I was in their place only a couple of years ago and I felt like I got how they felt better than a sixty-year-old professor could.

Also, I really wanted them to like me. The footballer in me craved that praise and love. It's not easy retiring when you are eighteen while your best friend goes onto winning all the trophies. But hey, this was a good job, and I would make the best out of it.

While the students left the class, I noticed many of them staring at me. Including a cute redhead who blushed when our eyes met. Wait, why was I thinking about one of my students as cute? I had actually noticed her during class, she kept on frowning at most of the things I said. And she was constantly asking her friend questions. Why didn't she ask me those questions? And why did I care so much?

I looked down at my backpack and started to pack all my things.

I need to talk to Mason.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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thatlittledandere · 9 months

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So thoughts on the other trolls?

This is too broad a question I've got to condense like crazy

Aradia: The two panels where she looks up at the sky because Sollux is outside, a delighted smile that turns into confused disbelief when she notices something Wrong with him, are like my brain's screensaver now.

Tavros:

My son who I would die for who has done nothing wrong ever in his life on purpose and deserves nothing but love and kindness and good things like candy and puppies and a hug oh God my baby

Sollux: Anxiety haver. Worst typing quirk.

Karkat: I GET WHY PEOPLE ARE SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM. I GET IT. AT FIRST I THOUGHT THE SHOUTING WAS FUNNY BUT WOAH YEAH HE'S COMPLEX? HE'S LIKE. PRETTY INTELLIGENT EMOTIONALLY? HE'S LIKE ACTUALLY DOING A PRETTY GOOD JOB? WOW color me impressed.

Nepeta: Kitty cat go nya :3 Kitty cat have a shipping chart :3 Kitty cat hold her own against self-imposed authority :3 Kitty cat slaughter livestock in cold blood :3

Kanaya: Lesbian just trying to make sense of it all. Just trying to keep it together. Autistic as well. 💚

Terezi: FUCK Vriska Terezi is the one who put me through a rollercoaster. Tricking John into dying didn't make a good first impression tbh (though I guess it had to happen. Or something.) But her chats with Dave are a highlight I adore their friendship. Kindred spirits.

Vriska: Intellectually, I support women's wrongs and stan mean girls and evil women. Vriska is a fascinating character!! Emotionally though. I hate her and constantly wish she would die more and often and painfully. Didn't even feel bad when she was freaking out when Tavros couldn't pull the trigger. Bitch

Equius: DUDE'S A RIOT. HE'S RIDICULOUS. I LOVE HIM AND HIS STUPID KINK. HILARIOUS. I am SO emotionally unprepared for whatever srs bznz might be in stock for him haha

Gamzee: I was SO emotionally unprepared for whatever srs bznz is going on with him haha

Eridan: We went over this last night I just woke up and think I'm going to go listen to that song again something is cooking inside my dumb little brain and I need to stir.

Feferi: :( Sorry I'm unfair. She's cute and nice I guess (I love how excitable she is!) BUT she represents MY zodiac sign so. I feel a little let down she didn't make a stronger first impression on me ;( And now my image of her is forever tainted by slight disappointment that is in no way Hussie's fault. 💔

#asks #anon #homestuck #so apparently not taking the joke characters seriously had consequences! please god let equius be too minor of a character to shatter me #eridan is. almost an incel #saying almost because like. getting a girl would not have stopped him. so that isn't his true motivation #venla experiences homestuck #beta trolls

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mynameischalie · 1 year

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Survey Sunday

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

Depeche Mode - Strangelove

Taking Back Sunday - You Know How I Do

The Misfits - Skulls

Gel - Honed Blade

Weezer - Island In The Sun

Pixies - Gouge Away

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

That’s such a loaded question. I want to meet George RR Martin, author of A Song Of Ice and Fire: Game Of Thrones, so I can politely ask him “Hey George, its been a decade can we please get the Winds Of Winter book”. I just need to know what happens to these characters so I can forget that last season ever happened.

3) What is something you're terrible at but wish you could do well?

I’m terrible at cooking which isn’t something you openly want to admit to people especially women because women enjoy men that can cook, I get it. However, I always like to be honest and honestly I can put pasta in hot boiling water, I can properly use the microwave, and I have the immaculate ability to order takeout. I’m open in learning to cook so if someone wants to teach me I love for you to show me.

4) What do you think about most?

The Philadelphia Phillies! They drive me crazy

5) What modern invention are you grateful for the most?

Caller ID! It’s incredible because it immediately gives me the option of whether or not I’m going to pick up the phone or not.

6) Do you have any strange phobias?

Giant wasps! I’m not good with them but this goes back since I was a kid so there’s that.

7) What’s your religion?

Catholic.

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking or listening to music.

9) What’s one thing you hope never changes?

The happiness dogs give you when you come home every day or the feeling of laying on cold clean sheets after a long day.

10) What was the last concert you saw?

The Cure in Philly which was probably the best concert I saw in my life. I’m not exaggerating it was incredible.

11) Do you believe in karma?

Yes, so don’t be a bad person.

12) What is one childhood memory that you remember especially well?

Going to games with my dad and brother at Veterans stadium to watch the late 90s Phillies bad terrible baseball.

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

My greatest weakness is probably taking things too personally at times. My greatest strength is being supportive and empathetic.

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

Emilia Clarke!! She’s a beautiful woman

15) How do you vent your anger?

Listen to music or take a walk around the park

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

Records, funko pops, and sports memorabilia.

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Of course!

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate the sounds of lawnmowers especially when I’m trying to sleep. With that said I love the sound of the ocean.

19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

Dude, where do you even start? I find it best just to focus on the future instead of looking back on the past.

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I don’t believe in aliens but I guess I believe in ghosts.

21) What are some core principles you have that you'll never give up or change?

Treat others how you would want to be treated

22) What is one thing that instantly makes your day better?

When someone gives me any kind of verbal praise that usually makes me feel pretty good especially when I know I’m appreciated.

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Camden, NJ stranded in a sketchy neighborhood where drugs deals were being done directly in the corner next to my friend’s broken down car.

24) What trait do you admire in others but don't possess yourself?

Any traits that are artistic because when it comes to that I possess no traits whatsoever unless you’re looking for someone to make you a good stick figure then I’m your guy.

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is what you make it. It’s about the choices you make and the people you affect.

26) Are you ticklish? If so, where?

Oh God yes, I’m very ticklish. The sides of my stomach, my neck, and my feet. I often ask do we ever outgrow this as we get older?

27) What was the last movie you saw?

Can’t Hardly Wait

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Probably breaking my arm. That wasn’t fun.

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

This new Militarie Gun record is my latest obsession.

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

No I don’t think so

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yes, it’s hard to let that go.

32) What is your astrological sign?

Taurus

33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

Wawa Iced Tea

34) Love or lust?

Love

35) In a relationship?

That’s a no

36) How many relationships have you had?

Four

37) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Japanese Breakfast - Be Sweet

38) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

I can speak on this based on lots of experience. I’ll say effort, compatibility, and honesty are the three main ingredients. If you’re insecure and don’t trust the person chances are it’s not going to work out. If one person is putting out way more effort than the other than that’s a problem. You have to show that person that you care and appreciate them.

39) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

Blue and Green

40) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

The last pitch by Brad Lidge when the Phillies won the World Series in 2008. I want to relive the glory of a city going absolutely crazy afterwards.

Tagging: @eckspress @ericasucks @dammitnope @tatted-traveler @homeawayfromhere86 (I figured I tag some new people who just started following me, no pressure to do this)

#survey

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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“Ann Veritas”

“Brad Lunaris”

Those names lmao 💀

No but deadass some of these stories have me ready to just start straight up mocking them in homestuck syntax because it genuinely feels like the author didn't take 5 seconds to start reading things out-loud to doublecheck how stupid it sounds

"My name is ISABELLA and I am an OMEGA of the HOWLERS PACK. I am only FIFTEEN YEARS OLD and it was been OVER 20 HOURS since I have slept, I have been WORKING ALL DAY to cook and clean for the pack, ALL BY MYSELF. My skin is just SO PALE and I'm just SO THIN that I am EASILY ONE OF THE UGLIEST GIRLS IN THE PACK. Every day I am BEATEN UP, sometimes for NO REASON, but I do not mind, because TODAY is my 16TH BIRTHDAY and it is the day I am supposed to meet MY FATED MATE."

Like genuinely I think if you were to ask me the worst story I've read, it would be hard to tell you because some of them are either excessively cheesy, the narrators mispronounce words, the grammar is awful, or the plot is just BAD. Like I feel like Back & Better is probably up near the top for the worst one just because of the entire premise "yeah you were bullied until the point you literally attempted suicide but your mate is your bully and he as well as two other men all force their mate bond on you which is basically rape and you fall in love with all 3 of them and for some reason they're notoriously famous Doms despite being seniors in high school which sounds like it should be illegal actually"

Like im just going to bitch about that again. I don't really consider myself a slut shamer moreso, if you have certain attitudes around sex, that's a red flag for me, and sorry, being 18 year olds who are notorious Doms at actual sex clubs? At 18? I think my genuine first reaction would be "were you molested or something, this is genuinely very gross and bizarre". Like no offense that gives me "I need you to get tested before I so much as swap spit with you" energy.

Actually this reminds me of a concept I've been playing with off and on. So imagine we have Reader who is either a late bloomer werewolf or a human, but either way was not raised in a pack, knows nothing about wolves, and during a road trip or vacation or something you bump into the Alpha of a pack and it's like, oh hey, he's actually like, really powerful and strong and not exactly ancient by werewolf standards but like maybe he's even a couple hundred years old. And he's been waiting for his precious mate this entire time and its you and he already adores you more than life itself 🥺

And imagine he's kind of this quiet hardened leader, dedicated and wise but by no means like old or incompetent. He's the leader of a strong pack, despite never meeting his mate. And for some of these audiobooks, there's a concept where the strength of the Alpha is the strength of the pack itself, and well... imagine if it is by no means unusual that you're walking around, trying to see what could potentially be your new home, and every so often you notice, "hey there's actually a decent number of pregnant women in this community" and you find out that, because the Alpha didn't have his mate for all these years, one of the ways he was bolstering pack strength and numbers was by breeding with females from his pack, not even out of love either, just procreation for strong future pups

Like "hello fated mate who I love ever so dearly, you don't mind that I've slept with most of the women in this pack at some point right? You've met several of my children already but that's OK because you and I will be having plenty of pups" like actually no thank you sir, fated mate or not I would kill myself before living in, like, essentially a village where my husband has slept and fathered children with most of the unmated women above a certain ranking, like. No lmao? Like imagine you're still trying to get to know him and a woman comes up in tears and just slaps him, "so now that you've found your mate you're just going to abandon me and our children?! I LOVE YOU, you bastard!" Like i think that'd put him in a bad light so fucking fast

Imagine if that Alpha Luna mate bond/strength of the Alpha and Luna is the packs strength bullshit is so strong that you're literally not when hooking up with the Alpha yet havent so much as pecked him on the cheek and several mated wolves have suddenly become pregnant after years of trying, like, the pack literally blessed by your presence, they're all so happy, they want you to stay, and of course this is when you find out you absolutely hate a ton of how werewolves live

Like lmao I was brainstorming ideas and I actually accidentally made myself shaking angry at the concept of like, imagine if you've been trying to get to know the pack and the Alpha while gently correcting people "hey don't call me Luna I'm new here and you know, who knows if I'm even staying" and at some point you find out the. Um. Extremely questionable ways they raise their children. You see a bunch of kids violently bullying one of the weaker and smaller children for being an Omega. You see children having to run self defense drills to be able to protect themselves and their pack but treated like trash if they underperformed. Imagine you see a higher ranked wolf just wailing on a kid during a training fight to the point it becomes a beating with the adult genuinely hurting the child as a punishment for failure and you go to tell the Alpha and he's like "yeah thats normal? Our kind can't afford weakness"

The fated day comes when you see a teenager have a smart mouth with your supposed-to-be future husband and challenging his authority and your beloved mate just raises a hand and backhands this kid as easy as breathing air and starts off on a tirade about how it isn't the child's place to question the authority of his Alpha, that hes expected to obey amd nothing more. Imagine the pack's shock when you stroll up to the strongest member of their community, "if strength and violence is how you solve all of your problems, what do you think of this" before slapping him as hard as you can if not beginning to try and fight him outright before someone else has to pry you off because he doesn't even defend himself from you

The Alpha standing there while you start ranting in his face about "is this supposed to be strength? Hitting children? Picking on those weaker than you? Am I supposed to be impressed you're an adult man who can't control his temper and responds with violence? Am I supposed to want to live in a community where people think this is ok?"

Like imagine being the Alpha and you're in the middle of disciplining some disrespectful pup, asserting your authority like you always have, after all you're the main protector and leader of this pack and it's important your authority is revered, and all of a sudden you can sense your mate and you look over and she's just got a hand clenching the shirt over her stomach with tears spilling down her face while she looks at you like you're an absolute monster and you realize with horror that she just made the decision that she's never going to have children with you, let alone let you be her husband

Like imagine you're just bawling your eyes out trying to go back to the room where you have your things because you're IMMEDIATELY convinced to leave, you can't be here, you can't get pregnant here, you can't bring a child into this, let alone with a man who thinks this is ok in a community that supports this, and you're trying to gather all your clothes together while absolutely sobbing because, this was supposed to mean EVERYTHING! this was supposed to be YOUR SOUL MATE. And it's ruined! And the Alpha is just listening to you pour your heart out and (try) to reject him and you've got your little bag of clothes in your hand and you go to leave and he's just there in the doorway and just. Steps out into the hall and, click! Locks you in.

Like all I'm thinking of is how in The Silent Alpha the Moon Goddess mentions fixing people up when she thinks they balance each other out so it's "her plan" for you to mellow him out a bit while he's your strong protector (since you're just so Emotional and Weak UWU) and it just leads to you basically getting worn down until you're practically just a possession of his, having your own small authority as pack Luna but you're mostly just "oh his sweet little precious mate you're so small and cute 😍 " and God forbid if you're a human and you refuse to let him turn you, he'll probably just do it anyways, unless he likes the idea of you staying human or like, werewolfism isn't contagious in this story. Who knows maybe you'll even get extra super unlucky and Moon Goddess will give you some sort of magical power that the werewolves have extra reason to want to keep you for ;)

#sinprompts

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faint-kitten · 1 month

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I'll tell you when I knew we were cooked and I hated the rich.

There was a show called "Comedians in Cars getting coffee" and it was at the height of covid when i couldn't afford shit. It's Jerry Seinfeld in an expensive car, and his comedian buddies showing up, while they go get a cup of coffee and like, Jim Carrey, Ellen Degeneres and all these rich comedians crying about how hard their lives are and gasing each other up, while driving around and living in Oppulance I'd never afford, and I was like... I know they aren't billionaires, they're not the worst. Okay, like they're all problematic in some way, but they're millionaires not billionaire CEO types, right? But I remember that was it. That was the tipping point. That's when Faint was like: Fucking hell people are struggling to eat and netflix is like: here have the comedians doing some fucking Hunger Games ass shit right in front of you while you starve, and here's a billion ads for hello fresh, and better help, and vacations you'll never afford, and cars you'll never afford, and house insurance you'll never fucking need, because you'll never own a home. Then, every streaming service started to charge more and more money, and then they were like "Oh you can pay the price you can't afford (3 dollars more) and watch ads, OR pay this price you DEFINITELY can't afford, and not get ads ever again." And that was sort of it? That's when I like stopped. I don't eat out because everythings like 20-30 bucks just for a meal. I don't go to the movies bc I can't afford them. I don't have any streaming services bc I can't afford them so I just DON'T HAVE TV. I sit around looking for a job, running out of money, playing fortnite or apex, and waiting for the days I can drink. Like...we're meant to be more than this? Like what the fuck are we doing? How the fuck did I suddenly need 22 dollars to live a life I could afford on 15 an hour 8 years ago? And in the middle of all of that, I was losing weight these last 2 years and suddenly discovered a lump right under my nipple where breast cancer is supposed to form.

And I suddenly realized, this was fucking it. I either died, or went into debt for the rest of my life. The fuck kind of choice is that, and then people still come out and act like the new Assassin's creed fucking matters. I need glasses. I need car insurance. I need new Vehicle registration. I need new car tires. I need a new job. I'm burning through my retirement, and meanwhile there are people who will never ever worry about this basic shit because they "worked hard for it." Let me tell you a secret. I used to work in injection Molding at my old job. I was hired in over the woman they interviewed, bc it was a boys club. All boy managers, and all boy employees in positions of authority. They didn't like her. So they picked my stupid ass. We got trained up, but what we did? We could literally have taught half of the glitches and fixes to the operators. It wasn't THAT technical. But we gate kept it, and justified our bigger paychecks and sitting around, saying we'd "earned it" and "you wouldn't understand. it's too technical." It was bullshit. I realized later we were bullshitting them, trying to make it seem hard, bc we realized our jobs were bullshit and easily replaced. Anyone could do what we did. There was no reason for them to make 9 dollars less than us, but we justified all these special perks and sitting around when nothing was going on as "We earned this. We deserve it." It was horseshit then. It's fucking horseshit when rich cunts say it. When life gets good, when you finally crawl out of that shitty pit, captialism literally wants you to be terrified of going back, to the point you HELP keep your fellow workers down, instead of standing together. There's no fucking reason for this many people to be fucking poor. No one should have to risk jail stealing things just to get something to eat. McDonalds shouldn't fucking be a treat for people making 20 dollars an hour. It was kind of the moment I was like: This is bullshit? Why can't we just fucking live? Like I don't care what job I work, as long as I can afford my life and I find it challenging. This was kind of all over the place, but it's a crock is my point. It's all a crock.

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sunghoons-mole · 2 years

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telling enha you’re pregnant

GENRE // enhypen hyung line x afab!reader

WARNINGS // reader and enha are NOT married, unplanned pregnancy, this shit is SO CHEESY WITH A SIDE OF EXTRA CHEESE i may have cringed a little writing it but also cried, lots of fluff

FROM THE AUTHOR // i’ve always found it absolutely adorable when i see videos of women telling their partners that they’re pregnant - wouldn't enha be so cute about it... :’)

enjoy! :)

“Heeseung?”

You poked your head around the doorframe, excitement bubbling in your chest. Heeseung sat in his gaming chair, headphones on, staring intensely at the screen. “Get him, Jake- OH COME ON.” He slapped his hand to his forehead, glancing over at you. “Hey, love.”

He muted his mic and took one side of his headphones off. “I heard you taking a shower when I got home, so I was just gaming with the guys for a bit. But we can hang if you want, I can get off for a while-”

“Hee, I need to talk to you.” You stepped into the room and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him up.

A concerned look spread over his face, but he quickly unmuted himself and said “I’ll be right back. Start the next round without me.”

Once he had set his headphones on the desk, he followed you out of the office and into your bathroom. He noticed it was still warm and steamy from your shower, and as concerned as he was about how you were acting, the warmth and the smell of your shampoo calmed him.

“I know we haven’t really discussed this, and I’m worried, but I’m also really excited and I think we can figure it out. We’ll probably have to turn the office into a room, but its not like we use it that mu-”

Heeseung grabbed your hands that were frantically waving as you spoke quickly, trying to get your thoughts out as fast as possible. “Y/N. What are you talking about?”

You blushed and looked down at the bathroom counter. His eyes followed. There, on the sink, was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

His eyes widened and his face turned red as his eyes met yours, letting go of your hands and putting his over his mouth. “Y/N.”

“Hee, we’re gonna have a baby. And I’m scared. And I know you’re scared, but we can figure it out. Okay?” You smiled at him. It was the truth, you were terrified. But you were also beside yourself with excitement. You hoped he was too.

He put his face in his hands and turned away, pacing. Your heart sank as you watched, assuming the worst. Heeseung didn't want a baby with you. You had ruined his plans, changed the course of his whole life forever. You didn’t know what to say to make it better. The room was spinning, and you felt as if you might fall over.

He turned to face you, eyes soaked with tears and - smiled.

Then he giggled and pulled you into a hug, holding the back of your head with his hand and breathing in the smell of your freshly washed hair. His sniffles were loud in your ear, but you were too relieved to care. You squeezed him back, your own tears threatening to make their escape.

“I’m scared, but I’m not that scared. We’ve got this.” He pulled away and held you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes. “You’re going to be the best mother, Y/N. I can’t wait to see it.”

He kneeled then, grabbing your hips and planting a kiss on your stomach. You were barely showing, but now that you both knew, it felt as though they were already a part of your family, a part of you. “As for you, little one, I’ve decided to give you my office. I’ll even sell my PC if I have to.”

You laughed, knowing that was unlikely, but the statement was cute enough for you not to care.

He put a hand to your belly, and looked up at you, eyes sparkling. “It’s us now.”

“Jay?”

The sizzling of whatever Jay was busy working on in the kitchen was loud enough for him to miss it the first time. But the second time you spoke his name, he turned around quickly, spatula in hand. “Hey. Dinner’s almost done, I promise.” He turned back to his cooking, then added “I know how hungry you get,” with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, and tried to focus on what you had to say, but the food smelled delicious, and you realized just how hungry you actually were. You decided to wait until after dinner to break the news.

Keeping quiet was very difficult. You ended up tuning him out for most of the meal because you were busy fantasizing about how he would react.

Jay removed his apron and suggested a movie night, and when you were both seated on the couch under a blanket he turned to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’ve been quiet. Something on your mind?”

You giggled, and he looked at you, surprised. Under the blanket you reached into your pocket and grabbed the test, holding it under still. “I have some news.”

“Good news I hope?” He chuckled, and looked at where the blanket was rustling in your lap. You pulled the test out and handed it to him. His eyes widened as he stood up, turning the living room light back on. He stared at it for a moment, eyes darting from the test, to you, and back to the test. “Holy shit.”

“Is it good news?” You stood up, walking over to him.

“Y/N. Yeah, holy shit.” He pulled you in for a hug, sighing happily. “Holy shit.”

You laughed against his shoulder, relieved that he took the news well. “I’m a little nervous to have a little Jay running around. That’s gonna be hard to handle.”

He pulled back and pretended to be hurt, putting a hand to his chest and scoffing. “Oh please. He’ll be an angel.”

“Jake.”

Jake jumped at the sound of your voice pulling him out of his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at you. “What? What's wrong?”

You grinned at his concerned expression. He had been napping on the couch after work, and you waking him suddenly was unusual. But you had exciting news to share, and it couldn’t wait.

“Nothing, love. I have to show you something.” You showed him the test that was behind your back, and he squinted at it, still waking up. “What’s that?”

You cupped his cheek in your other hand, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “I’m pregnant, Jake.” You smiled, waiting for his reaction.

He was still sleepy, so you gave him a moment. He was still squinting after a few moments, so you sat next to him and started rubbing his back.

After some silence, he jumped up from the couch and stood in front of you, mouth wide open. “You’re... we...?”

You nodded, smiling. He reached for the test and you handed it to him, watching his expression switch from shock, to concentration, to excitement, and a little bit of fear. His smile was radiant as he closed the test in his fist and tackled you into a hug, both of you falling back onto the couch. Laughter filled the room as he left kisses all over your face like a happy puppy.

He paused, smiling down at you and buried his face in your neck. “I love you. I can’t wait to start this new chap-” His eyes widened and the smile disappeared from his lips as he started to get up.

“What's wrong Jake?” You sat up too, worried.

He ran down the hall and into the bathroom, and you stayed on the couch, waiting. You heard the sound of the sink running, and then Jake came back out into the living room and put his hands on his hips.

“You okay?” you stood up.

“You let me touch that test with my bare hands!” Jake said. “You PEED on that!”

“Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon had just walked through the door, ice skates in hand, when you pounced on him. He was tired, and wasn’t ready for it.

“Hey, Y/N.” He was in a bit of a mood, but seeing you always made him feel a little lighter. He tried to put the mood aside for you, especially since you seemed so excited to see him. You always did, and that made him feel special.

“I need to tell you something!” You were bouncing on your heels, holding his shoulders and smiling at him. He offered a genuine smile back. “Okay. Give me a minute to put my stuff up and change.”

After a few moments, Sunghoon emerged from your room in a hoodie and sweats, running a hand through his hair. You sat patiently on the couch, looking up at him.

“What’s going on?” He stood in front of you, hands in his pockets.

You motioned to the coffee table between you and Sunghoon, where an object wrapped in a paper towel sat. He looked at it, then back at you, and picked it up cautiously.

Waiting for him to unfold it felt like years, and your heart was racing. His pretty fingers pulled the paper apart until he was holding the test, looking at the positive symbol silently.

Then he laughed.

“Okay, you got me.” He set it down on the table and shook his head. “I’ll admit it. I was a bit surprised at first. It looked so real.” He pivoted and headed for the kitchen. “You want some popcorn?” You sat there, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Popcorn.” He grabbed a bag of kernels and turned to you, holding them up. “If you want some, I’m gonna make two bags, since you always eat all of mine.” He flashed a tired smile. “Hoon, I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah, I saw,” He rolled his eyes. “Now do you want some-”

He froze, and turned to look at you, popcorn bag still in his hands. “Y/N, this isn’t funny. Your pranks are always hilarious, but this isn’t.”

You could see the muscle in his jaw flexing as he stared at you, connecting the dots in his mind. You stared back and put a hand on your belly, rubbing circles on the barely visible bump. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly.

He dropped the popcorn bag and ran his hands through his fluffy locks, pushing the hair back and exposing his forehead. “Y/N. Y/N, oh my gosh.”

He slowly walked back to you, mouth agape. “A baby. We’re gonna...”

You began to cry then, smiling through the tears and nodding at him. He kneeled before you and used his thumb to dry your cheeks, then kissed you on the nose. “Don’t cry, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cry.” His eyes were already wet and shiny as he held your face in his hands, smiling bigger than ever.

He kissed you long and gentle, and you held his face as he held yours, keeping your foreheads pressed together long after your lips separated. You wished you could stay in this place forever, staring into his loving eyes, but you knew you were going to have a child to raise, so you soaked it up as long as you could.

thanks for reading ! with love, sunghoons-mole

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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White Flag (epilogue)

summary | Step by step, day by day, you could make it work. It was your home, anyway.

Previous Part | Series Masterlist | The end! <3

pairing | Kate Bishop x Villain!Reader

warnings | language, light angst, the rest is pure domestic fluff, Lucky is a warning himself

word count | 1k

author’s note | so, we got to the end… i can’t believe it! i had the time of my life writing this series and i’m so happy y’all put up with it <3 i want to thank everyone who read it and shared it and commented, you guys gave me the motivation i needed! and also wanted to thank @haeva for making the request in the first place and giving this whole idea i love so much (you’re amazing, hun) - i hope y’all like the soft epilogue <3

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You were used to that now, waking up at Kate’s room.

The soft light combined with the feeling of her head resting on your chest and Lucky’s occasional wake up very wet kiss was what you’d call a personal heaven. It was somewhere you could stay forever without complaint — you just wouldn’t say it straight to Kate’s face.

There wasn’t a way it couldn be more perfect in your eyes.

So that day, when you woke up on your own you felt… weird. Alone. It took you five minutes to fully process the situation, too look around and find cold sheets and no dog looking excitedly at you waiting for his food.

The first instinct was to worry.

You’d know if something happened, right? What could threaten your peaceful life like that? Could it be another consequence from your previous life?

The second instinct was to assume the worst — which was kind of an extent of the first instinct.

Kate must have gone tired of it, tired of you trying and falling down sometimes. The way your hand was a bit too heavy while fighting against someone that threatened her, it was probably the reason. She had been your support for the last months and you were doing your best to be at least a bit of that to her, to be something like a shelter even if it was a slightly broken one.

And maybe it wasn’t enough.

Maybe you weren’t enough.

It all happened in the matter of minutes. You were still sitting on the bed, sleepy hazed eyes not wet with threatening tears coming from your head swirling on nonsense every second you spent there.

You decided to get up and see for yourself. And that’s exactly what you did, just hoping that the apartment wasn’t empty. Begging for you to not be alone again. You went downstairs slowly, like if you went too fast you’d scare away the perfect life you were living.

“Fuck!” Kate hissed between her teeth as she cooked something on the stove. “Oh, fuck!” She said one more time seeing you entering the kitchen. She ran around the table like her life depended on that and jumped a sleepy Lucky on the ground to get to you. “Good morning, babe! Are you feeling alright? It’s so early for you to be up.”

“Good morning…? Well, I could say the same to you.” You said, raising an eyebrow as Kate guided you out of the kitchen, leading you to the stairs you had just descended.

“But I’m an early bird, didn’t you know?” Why did she go by that strategy? It was terrible. “Me and Lucky, we’re morning pals.”

“Okay, since when…?” You were so confused, it was too early to process the whole situation but you just knew that wasn’t true.

“We’re trying a new workout routine.” The tired dog wasn’t a good back up to her argument. “Go upstairs, babe.” Kate said when you got to the edge of the staircase. “I’ll be up in a minute and…”

“Why are you trying to keep me out of the kitchen, Kate Bishop?” You asked seriously, turning around on the first step you took upwards. “What is happening?”

“Absolutely nothing, everything is fine and flowing perfectly!”

“Kate…”

Lucky started to bark in warning about something. You breathed deeply, frowning your nose at the scent of something burning on the stove. Kate’s fake relaxed expression faded in a second as she left you there and ran to the stove to check on whatever was happening.

“Oh shit!” Kate looked inside the frypan, the eggs’ colour was more near a black coal than the orange/yellow mixture she intended when she started baking them. “I can’t believe it!”

You kept looking at her and Lucky — he decided it was the best time to retire upstairs bumping slightly on your leg. It was too early to follow the chaos in the apartment, too early on a sunday for anyone.

“I…” Kate took a deep breath and sent you an apologetic smile. “I wanted to make you a special breakfast, something nice for once, but I might have a little problem with cooking meals that don’t come inside boxes.”

You stayed there looking at her, processing the words slowly. Very slowly.

But in the end a smile made its way to your lips and your eyes were teary, a fact that you give all of you to hide from her because it was too much for a simple thing like that, right? What would she think of you if you performed all that emotion because of a damn burnt breakfast she was trying to surprise you with?

The more you gave it a thought, the more your eyes flooded with the happy tears.

You walked fast to hug her — hiding your face before you did something that could embarrass yourself. Kate’s confused expression was the cutest you’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” You whispered happily, not even noticing the words that left your mouth, in your heart there was just genuine happiness and love for Kate.

Her eyes widened at the declaration, she knew she had been holding hers back for some months now, afraid of you running away if she confessed that. If she was being honest with herself, love was already on the routine you built, on the looks you exchanged, on those afternoons you both spent walking at the park with Lucky.

Why say it when you already had it?

“I love you too.” Kate hugged you back tightly, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.

Yeah, saying it was even better, it made everything seem more real.

Lucky barked one more time, licking his lips because it was so much past his breakfast time.

You both untangled yourselves from the hug, Kate pecked your lips quickly just to make the point more valid and you both put yourselves to work. She entertained Lucky while you cooked for the three of you laughing at their antics.

And there, in the kitchen that still had marks from the fire in December, you felt home.

You were home.

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egcdeath · 3 years

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ways to say i love you without saying “i love you”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve explore love languages

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, a little angst because of miscommunications, reader & steve being idiots, good intentions but terrible delivery, mentions of other characters

author’s note: this fic has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long. this fic is like, ancient. this fic was almost destroyed because it was briefly in the library of alexandria. when i reopened the document with this fic, there were mold spores growing on it. (p.s. steve’s love langauge is acts of service, and the reader’s is quality time)

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Prologue

Steve was a multitasker. You knew this well. Perhaps too well.

That never seemed to bother you before, but if the man who was supposed to be taking a serene nature walk with you checked his goddamn flip phone one more time, you were completely sure that you’d lose it.

You paused your story about your obnoxious coworkers for a moment, stopping in the middle of the gravelly trail you two were making your way down.

“Steve, seriously, are you even listening?” you griped, ushering him towards the side of the pavement as a man on a bike flew by.

He guffawed a bit at this, “of course I am. You just said something about…” he paused, and you gestured with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, sorry,” the blush on his face was becoming more and more apparent.

You involuntarily scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did so, “I’m glad to know that whatever you’re waiting for on there,” you gestured to his pocket, “is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, who, must I remind you, took time off to be here with you.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, I’m just on call. I’m probably going to get called to go on a mission any moment now.”

“Steve!” you huffed, “you literally just got back, like, two hours ago. Can’t someone else go? Tony? Vision? Anyone?”

“I might’ve volunteered myself-“

“You’re unbelievable, Steve. Are you getting tired of me or something? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since I moved in with you. If I upset you, or you’re gonna propose to me or something, can you just tell me?”

“I promise you it’s not personal at all,” he reached for your hand and gently held it. “Everything’s just been crazy. I mean, these Hydra bases have been popping up left and right. Just give me a little grace, okay? I don’t get upset with you when SHIELD starts making you work those ungodly hours.”

You opened your mouth to debate him, but surely enough, the canny and familiar ringtone of Steve’s work phone interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Okay… Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You frowned at Steve as he spoke on the phone and shook your head disapprovingly, “unbelievable,” you muttered, storming in the direction of your home.

——

Steve was no fool, he knew when he messed up, and he was more than willing to take responsibility for such. Now was one of those times. He knew that he should’ve been making more time for you. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have gotten defensive when you pointed this out.

He just had no idea how to apologize.

You weren’t exactly making it easy for him either, taking much longer hours in an attempt to avoid him. While he could understand your frustrations, it became a little more difficult everyday for him to properly apologize to you in a way he felt was meaningful.

Eventually figuring to use your avoidance as a tool, Steve devised a plot to make an apology for you so considerate, so superb, that you could never be angry with him again. A plot that included a several course meal, all concocted by himself.

He could imagine the look on your face as you came home from work, shocked, but the good kind of shock. Pleasantly surprised that your sweet boyfriend had put in such a huge amount of effort to say sorry.

He couldn’t help but imagine the scenario: you would relax into your seat at the table after Steve pulled out the chair for you, hum in content as he poured your favorite wine. Moan happily at the taste of a homemade and rarely prepared salad dressing, before complimenting the melt-in-your-mouth entree he had spent an unknown amount of time laboring over. Finally, you’d gush over the dessert that Steve hadn’t had the chance to cook in years, tell him that he worked far too hard putting everything together, especially for a little argument. Steve would scoff, tell you you’re being too kind, and you would pull him in for a red wine and dark chocolate flavored kiss.

The thought of you, your genuine and warm smile after a long day at work, and an even longer week worth of unspoken tension between you both, was enough to keep Steve motivated through the hours he spent preparing your meal.

He greeted you at the door like an excited puppy as soon as he heard your keys jingle. Sure, work had kept you a bit longer than he’d expected, and your food was likely a little cool by now, but he was excited to make amends.

However, you did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as Steve.

“Welcome home, gorgeous. Come sit,” Steve nudged you into the dining area, and you sluggishly followed, exhausted from a tiring day of training new agents.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired, pulling out a chair that you didn’t even attempt to sit down on.

“I had a really long day. I kinda just wanna get to bed,” you shrugged before rubbing your creased temple.

Steve internally cringed at the thought of all of his hard work going to waste. For some reason, he’d not envisioned this less pleasant outcome before. “Sweetheart,” he began in a nearly whiny tone, but you weren’t in much of a mood to be persuaded.

“I’m sorry. Weird things were happening at work that I don’t care to get into now, and honestly, I’m not even that hungry,” you reached out and gave Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “But it all looks and smells so good! I Promise I’ll warm some up tomorrow for lunch.”

“I-,” he paused, “please. Maybe you could just take a few bites of everything. It took me a really long time to get everything prepped and ready.”

You frowned at the plea, feeling a bit guilty but almost… satisfied at the same time. Steve struggled to make time for you because of his work, and now he was getting a little taste of his own medicine.

“I really am sorry. But hey, now we’re even?” you offered with a playful wink, slipping away before you gave your partner a chance to respond. You truly didn’t have the energy for a four course meal that night, let alone another argument.

——

Wanda was silent for a moment as she sipped from a mug of coffee, watching you with a suspiciously focused look on her face.

“Wanda?” you prompted, seemingly snapping her out of whatever trance she had found herself in.

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you guys need,” she just about blurted, reaching across the café table to grab your hand.

“Were you reading my mind?”

Your friend didn’t respond, but the devious smirk on her face was enough of an answer.

“What happened to telling me before reading me?”

“You just looked like there was a lot on your mind. And absolutely no way that you’d tell me,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course I was gonna tell you! Why else would I ask my friend in a cute relationship to meet me for coffee?”

“Because you like me?”

“No, never that. I just needed advice,” the two of you shared a laugh for a moment.

“Well don’t waste your breath. When Vis and I had a rough patch, we just had to learn each other’s love languages. You’d be surprised just how much that synthezoid values those acts of services.”

“And you?”

“I’m a words of affirmation girl myself,” she shrugged. “You should find out yours, and try to figure out Steve’s. I guarantee it’ll be helpful in the long run. I can send you guys a test, if you want?”

“Oh god no, please don’t tell him that I told you about us. Actually, I didn’t even tell you! You were digging around in my brain, and I don’t appreciate that. Just do me a favor, and don’t share this with anyone, okay?” You paused dramatically, then leaned in to speak to your friend in a whisper, “but send me that test when you get the chance.”

Gift Giving

“A little reality-warping birdie told me you’ve been having some relationship problems,” Tony said teasingly once Bruce left the conference room, leaving him and Steve alone.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should lie or fess up to the allegation. “How did she know?” Steve finally responded, standing up and pushing the chair he was sitting on behind him.

Tony shrugged dismissively, “I don’t ask these kinds of things. I just hear in passing that the geriatric is having a hard time and tune in.”

Steve shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes to mask his clear embarrassment.

“Well, is it true?”

“We’ve just been having the occasional… rift. A little more than occasionally.”

Tony nodded, fake pondering the situation, “well, I always know what I do for Pep, at least after I tell her I’m getting rid of the suit. Go buy her something nice. Really nice, like jewelry, or a purse if she’s into that kind of thing. I would say a car, but I know that Social Security check isn’t getting you too far. You know what? Put it on the company card. My treat.”

Steve wanted to scoff, turn his nose up at the offer like it was a terrible idea, but it really wasn’t. Maybe a material surprise was the way to win you back. He made a soft ‘hmph,’ noise as he mulled it over. “That’s definitely not your worst idea. Thanks,” he gave his teammate a soft smile before collecting himself and heading out of the conference room.

His first stop after work was some local jeweler. Steve threw on a (not very) inconspicuous outfit before entering the building, where he browsed for a good hour, searching for something that he believed you’d like. After looking at more jewelry than he had ever cared to see in his life, he decided on a necklace with a thin golden chain with a decent sized diamond hanging off of it. It was a little pricier, and you’d be able to tell— but he hoped it would help the gift mean more to you.

——

When you arrived home late that night, Steve was sitting in the living room waiting for you. It was almost daunting, the sight of him sitting alone on the couch mostly in the dark, only the television illuminating his face. He kind of reminded you of a parent waiting to confront their child who just snuck out, or a concerned friend seconds away from staging an intervention with you.

Walking past the room, you peeked your head through the doorway, and observed the flat, small box in front of him on the coffee table.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, standing up so he could greet you with a hug and grabbing the little box as he did so.

“Is everything okay?” you probed, speaking into Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course. I just wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I’m sorry for not having as much time for you as I should,” he pulled away before holding the box out for you.

You hesitantly took the box and opened it, letting out a gasp when you viewed the delicate looking gold necklace.

You were having mixed emotions, because it was clearly beautiful and you were grateful to the gesture. But you knew that this must’ve been expensive, and that it was so unlike Steve to have done something like this. Your frugal, Great Depression era guy wasn’t exactly the most material.

“I love it,” you gushed, admiring the jewelry.

“Can I put it on you?” Steve asked, and received a nod in return.

Steve set the box down on the table and lifted up the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and focusing on clasping it in the back.

“Babe, how much was this?” you blurted, not even being able to filter the words before they left your mouth.

“Hmm? That doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, then stepped away from you to admire your clavicle.

“It just feels weird letting you spend so much on me.”

“It’s a gift, though. You’re not supposed to think about those things,” he hummed, pressing a chaste peck to your nose.

“Steve, I got you a Nespresso for Christmas and you wouldn’t stop complaining about how expensive it was. I love it, I really do. It’s beautiful and I’ll always think of you when I wear it. I just think that maybe we should have the same standards for each other,” you stood up from your seat and sidestepped him. “I need a shower.”

Steve watched you walk off, letting your words simmer in his thoughts.

That was the last time he would take relationship advice from Tony.

Words of Affirmation

This conclusion probably shouldn’t have taken you this long, but you were almost completely sure that this would be the love language to win Steve back over. You felt bad for some of the occurrences between the two of you lately, with sour exchanges and sweet moments that turned bitter on a whim.

In all honesty, you were concerned that Steve doubted your love for him. And if his love language really was words of affirmation, this would certainly convince him otherwise.

You sat at your desk the night before Steve departed for a two-week mission, trying to write a nice message for him. You tapped your pen on the stock paper in deep thought as you tried to figure out the best thing to say.

I’m sorry for arguing so much with you lately. You and everything that you do mean the world to me, even when you get on my nerves. I love you more than anything and that will never change.

The words looked cramped and unkempt on the little note. Your handwriting got messier as you went. You groaned at it, crumpled the paper, and tossed it in your trash bin. Time to start over again.

I’m sorry for arguing with you. I love you a lot. Can you stop picking up your phone when we’re spending time together?

You groaned at the passive aggressive tone of your message. That certainly wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Straight to the bin it goes.

I love you so much so don’t die on your mission or I’ll be pretty upset. Be safe out there xx.

The tone was even more off now. You needed to think of something that would really make Steve remember you while he was gone. For a second, you considered snapping a nude with a polaroid and attaching it to the letter.

I’m sorry that things have been so bad nasty for us lately. I promise that I love you, despite our ups and downs. Nothing will ever change that. I’ll miss you more than you know while you’re gone. Make sure you call me every day, my love.

A little cheesy, but you signed off with your name regardless, and contentedly looked at your work. The spacing looked correct, the tone wasn’t harsh, and you knew for a fact that Steve would appreciate it.

You stayed up a little later than normal, waiting for Steve to get home and change out of his ‘work clothes’ so that you could slip the note into his utility belt.

You folded the note to a small little square and set it beside an granola bar in a pocket you’d assumed he frequently used. Content with your work, you laid back in bed until your partner slipped in bed beside you, and sleepily cuddled into you until you were both unconscious.

—

Around two weeks had passed since Steve had seen you last, and he had decided to stop by the office and finish up paperwork before coming to see you. It had been radio silence on his end, despite the note in his clothing that clearly requested daily contact. Part of you wondered if Steve had seen it at all.

Steve had just finished signing the documents when he finally noticed it, reaching into a sparsely used part of his belt to have a quick snack. His hand landed on a folded piece of paper, and he cringed as he unfolded it, the letter becoming clearer and clearer as he did so. He wondered just how long the message had been waiting for him.

He read your sweet words with a frown on his face, the guilt from not opening it sooner overriding the sweet feelings that he would otherwise have. He grabbed his phone and considered texting you, but abandoned that thought altogether.

“FRIDAY, any idea where Y/N is right now?”

“I was told not to share any information about Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers.”

“Whose orders?” Steve pressed.

“Hers,” the bot quipped back.

Steve groaned aloud. He was really in for it tonight.

Physical Touch

“Have you tried touching her more?” Thor casually queried. The water that Steve had just consumed nearly flew out of his nose, and his cheeks reddened instantly.

“Pardon?” he asked, looking away from his friend instantly.

“I understand that you and Y/N have been having troubles lately. Perhaps she does not feel held by you. Maybe she wants you to show her off in public, to hold her hand, hug her,” he suggested.

Could Steve even be blamed for going there? He was having a chat with a god of fertility. Who wouldn’t think the same?

“Stark’s gala tonight. Show the world that she’s yours, and I guarantee that she’ll love every moment of it.”

——

You were confused. Really confused.

The night began with some simple touches, hand holding as you entered the building, a casual arm around your waist as you chatted with donors and politicians you hadn’t seen in months, a playful match of footsie under the table while waiting for food. But it came to a head when Steve had decided to rest his hand on your ass and grope you in the midst of a conversation.

Now, in any other situation, you would welcome this affection. But both you and Steve had never been a fan of PDA, and this was a bit too far.

As subtle as you could manage, you pushed his hand away, offering him a sour look as you did so.

“Excuse us,” you told some rich old man in an artificially sweet tone before ushering Steve off to his office for a bit more privacy.

“What was that about?” you questioned, sitting down in the padded chair behind Steve’s desk, and running your fingers over your necklace in a bit of a nervous tick.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, standing across from you at the desk and setting his hands on top of the clear table.

“Why were you groping me in front of people? That’s really... unlike you. And it made me uncomfortable.”

Steve frowned genuinely, looking down at the table in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. For making you uncomfortable. It sounds ridiculous but I was just trying something new.”

“Apology accepted, but are you sure? You weren’t like, jealous of those guys or something? You know you’re the only hundred year old I have eyes for,” you set your hands atop of his and squeezed.

Steve chuckled at this, the flush of his cheeks only highlighted more by the laughter, “it’s just that, uh, Thor told me I should try showing you off more. Or something like that.”

“So you groped me in front of our guests? That’s silly. And a little unprofessional,” you glanced over at the cork board on his desk sitting next to his desktop, and amongst the neatly arranged scratched out to-do lists and random reminders, you couldn’t help but notice the creased paper of the note you’d left for his mission. Your chest warmed when your eyes fell upon it.

“When did you find this thing?” you asked, pointing to the note.

“I meant to say something, but when I found it, FRIDAY said you didn’t want to talk to me. SO I was going to bring it up when I got home, but you were still working. After that, I kinda… you know-”

“Forgot?” you finished with a hearty laugh, “It’s fine. You’re such a dork. C’mere so I can get my own groping in,” you chided, grinning to yourself when Steve wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Acts of Service

Steve was quietly folding your laundry in your bedroom when it finally occurred to you, but when it did, it hit like a ton of bricks.

Steve’s love language was acts of service!

Things suddenly began to make sense to you, the way that he initially attempted to apologize by spending hours cooking one meal, how he consistently worked to make your life as comfortable as possible, and his great insistence to do house chores, despite you being more than capable.

Steve set down a stack of folded sweatshirts by your calf, snapping you away from your brief retrospective daze. If that really was the case, and Steve’s love language truly was acts of kindness, you had to come up with some sort of plan to communicate to him just how much you cared about him in a way that he really appreciated.

Luckily for you, you were a quick thinker. Before you even knew it, a week filled with random acts of kindness before he was off on yet another mission was quickly hatched.

——

You were up at the ass-crack of dawn. Really. Steve liked to get up earlier than the sun in order to run, or train, or whatever the hell it was that superheroes did. You were seriously regretting your decision to wake up around the same time as him in order to do some favors for him in the morning.

By the time Steve was back from his run, his favorite coffee was brewed and cooling, and you were in the laundry room at the dryer, preparing to give Steve a warm towel after his shower.

Despite the three mugs of coffee you’d just downed, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. It didn’t help that your eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each, and the warmth of the dryer next to you was providing you with just enough comfort to drift off.

And drift you did. In fact, half an hour later, you’d missed the frantic calling out for you from your boyfriend as he searched for you around the apartment.

You finally awoke when he shook your shoulders, his amused voice bringing you back to consciousness.

“What’s going on here?” Steve grinned, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Mmm,” you began, “Iwantedtogetawarmtowel,” you slurred sleepily and incoherently.

“Even with super hearing I couldn’t decipher that. Let’s get you a mattress, okay?” Steve hoisted you up like you were nothing, and carried your half asleep body all the way up to your bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were buried under your favorite comforter and propped against a mountain of feathery pillows. A gentle forehead kiss and an incomprehensible sentence about calling off of work for you later, you were back in a deep sleep.

So much for warm towels.

—

You were going to do better this time. That’s what you told yourself as you strolled through the grocery store, the same store that you hadn’t shopped in since moving in with Steve, as he preferred to do the shopping himself.

Equipped with a short paper list and sheer determination to make the trip as short and accurate as possible, you gathered all of the groceries that you believed were necessary— just enough to restock the fridge, and fill some gaps left in the cupboard.

Your time at the store was indeed brief, as you found yourself in the checkout lane after just twenty minutes (you definitely weren’t going to brag about that to Steve later. Definitely not), and back home with just enough time to unload the groceries, and further prep yourself to go to work.

You’d honestly forgotten about your trip to the store by the time that you arrived home, up until you found your boyfriend arm deep in your pantry, hellbent on finding… something.

“Can I help you?” you poked with a laugh, coming up beside Steve and peeking over his shoulder.

“I’m just… Did you happen to grab any protein bars while you were at the store?” he asked, pausing his search to look back at you.

“I don’t think so. Why? It’s not like you need any more protein,” you teased, squeezing a bicep to demonstrate your words.

“They’re pretty convenient when I’m out in the field. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll just swing by the store and grab some before my mission tomorrow. Actually, I should probably go now. Y’know, before I forget,” Steve was already grabbing his car keys from the counter by the time his sentence was finished, leaving you to fight off your disappointment at your minor grocery store failure.

You looked at what you now knew was an insufficiently filled pantry and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had seriously underestimated the ins and outs of shopping for a super soldier.

Well, third time’s the charm?

—

After this week, you would never complain about waking up early again. You were now up at an absolutely ungodly hour, scrambling eggs, flipping pancakes, and spreading jam on toast for a sleeping, unsuspecting Steve.

You placed the plate on a sturdy wooden tray, poured orange juice and an extra glass of water, and set a nicely folded napkin, along with utensils, next to the items.

You hoped that the scent of bacon wafting up to your bedroom would eventually pull him out of his slumber, and seeing how bacon was the only thing left to finish cooking, you took a little break.

A round of Candy Crush turned into two, then three, and goddamnit, why can’t you beat this fourth level! You got so wrapped up in your mobile game that you didn’t even notice when the scent from your kitchen became slightly rancid, and when you rushed over to the oven to check on your now extremely burnt bacon, the smoke detector wailed.

You grabbed a kitchen towel and waved your arms like a madwoman near the smoke detector, the shrieking eventually stopping, but not before Steve was halfway down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you? Is everything okay?” he nearly shouted, racing down the stairs and barreling through the smoky kitchen to find you. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you out of the kitchen.

“Steve, relax. Everything is okay. Except those pieces of bacon,” you rubbed your now sweaty palms on your pajama pants before breaking away from him to crack open the kitchen window.

“Christ, what happened? And why are you up so early?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” you admitted, rather embarrassed by the dramatic scene you’d accidentally created. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Steve wrapped his arms around you once more, this time in a reassuring bear hug that left your cheeks pressed to his chest. “Don’t be. I really appreciate this, and everything else you’ve done this week. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“I guess,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Besides, everything else looks delicious. And you tried your best for me while trying something new. I think that’s really sweet of you.”

“Really?” you pried, looking up at him.

“Really,” Steve confirmed.

“Well, I think it would be really sweet of you if you went back to bed and got all cozy so I can take care of you.”

Steve chuckled softly, pressed a little kiss to your nose, then nodded, “yes ma’am.”

Quality Time

Steve had been in a bubbly mood since getting back from his mission, and for no particular reason. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that your partner was happy, but feeling like you were out of the loop was slightly concerning.

Before you could let your thoughts run too wild, you decided to pop the question during one of your evening walks.

“Okay Steve, what is going on with you?” you asked, veering to the side of the trail when a biker rode past you.

“Nothing big. Nothing too important. I’m just out of service for the next three months,” Steve said casually, playing it cool.

“What?!” you paused, your brows raising and eyes widening in surprise as you searched his face for sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Steve!” you gasped happily, nearly roaring out his name in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you before wining and dining you, but you beat me to it. So…?”

“…So I’m happy to have you back. I may need you to negotiate some time away from work for me in the next few months, then. I don’t wanna miss this preview of stay-at-home-dad-Steve.”

“Hey, don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m planning on pushing it.”

Epilogue

The sun was beating down on you, but the soothing breeze that flowed past your checked blanket every so often provided a pleasant antidote to the summer heat.

You’d truly picked the best day for a picnic.

Despite spending a good amount of time with your partner, the last month and a half had truly felt like a whirlwind. You casually started looking for a forever home, found yourselves making plans for an early retirement, and you had a new, sneaking suspicion that a proposal was on the horizon.

In the midst of it all, Steve had suggested that the two of you take a midday tryst at your local park and throw yourselves a little picnic. Of course you obliged, because when your greek god of a boyfriend suggests going on a spur of the moment date, you agree.

You now watched the nearly cloudless sky with pure, unadulterated feelings of content and joy while Steve set a slice of cheese on a cracker, leaning over your body to feed you. As you opened your mouth, Steve paused abruptly at the soft vibration coming from his pocket.

Steve resumed as if nothing had changed, popping the cracker into your open mouth and letting his phone continue to ring.

“Don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned.

“It can wait,” Steve stated nonchalantly, slipping his phone out of his pocket and pressing decline with absolutely no hesitation before tossing the device to the edge of your blanket.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been waiting to hear those three words.

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a/n: this could’ve been solved in like 20 minutes by sitting down and taking a love language quiz together

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Chapter 1: a tug

Warnings: PTSD, sadness, depression, panic attack, mentions of violence

Author’s note: this is part one of my series called “Burning Red.” This is kind of boring because it is a set up for the main storyline, but I hope you enjoy it! Any constructive criticism and support is greatly appreciated. And if I missed a warning, please let me know!!

After everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done, everyone you’ve hurt, it felt good to just lay low.

A mechanic on tatooine was not what you imagined, but it did the trick.

No one saw you for who you truly were, and that made you happy.

Well, except for Peli.

You came to her sick and angry and alone, and she nursed you back to health. You would be rotting in the desert if it wasn’t for her, and you felt you owed her a little something.

So, you used your “uncommon” set of abilities to help her with her mechanics in any way she needed.

This included: cooking, cleaning, repairing, negotiating, and most importantly, defending.

Peli was no dummy. She knew you had more experience in that field than she did. So she recruited you, and paid you back with whatever she had laying around. A new outfit once and a while, a warm bed, a hot dinner, and a couple of credits so you could go shopping and get out of her hair.

You couldn’t blame her. You were a hell of a lot of trouble to be around.

Constant nightmares, paranoia, and regret surrounded your aura like a fog. Any normal person wouldn’t notice, but someone like Peli could. And it pissed her off a good majority of the time.

“Stop moping and help me clean this oil off my droid,” and sentences like this one, were said pretty frequently around your place.

Was it even your place? All you did was survive. Is that enough to say you lived there instead of just survived there?

You really liked Peli. She gave you a base. A “home” of sorts, and for that you were forever indebted.

But something in you always called you back to your real home, and that scared you more than Peli’s tough love. More than you could even describe.

~~*~~

It was a pretty normal day on Tatooine. The wind howled, the sand covered everything in its wake, and the heat. You would never get used to it.

You were eating your breakfast when a ship landed on the landing pad, and you could already tell it was a doosey just by the way the left engine was sputtering.

If this ship explodes, we better get a damn good pay, you think to yourself.

The ramp starts to open and you take that as your queue to start the walk to your makeshift room. It was really a storage room, but you didn’t mind.

When you get there, you squat down to the ground behind your door and grab your apron and set of tools. You knew Peli would need some help with this ship.

You hear the ship’s ramp hit he ground and you feel it.

A tug.

Not even a tug, a lurch. It felt like a rope had been tied to your soul and pulled you back into your old self.

This was a tug you hadn’t felt in so long. So long, it almost knocks you off your feet.

I closed myself off from this, you think. I shouldn’t feel this. I don’t want to feel this.

You already feel a headache coming on from the shock and ache in your bones, so you start walking back to the landing pad to tell Peli you aren’t feeling too well.

If I get recognized, we are both dead.

You’d rather get a scolding from Peli than a scolding hot gun wound in your chest.

“Hey,” you hear Peli shout at the client, and you pick up your pace. Your heart is hammering in your chest and you feel the panic ooz through your body.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this, but you hate how it makes you feel alive.

You finally make it to Peli and you see her speaking very loudly (she doesn’t like to use the word “yelling”) at what seems to be your client.

But this is no ordinary client. This is a Mandalorian.

A very broad Mandalorian who, no offense to Peli, could knock her out in his sleep.

You had heard legends of their kind. But worst of all, you had fought them. And damn were they good.

You hadn’t seen any since the purge. You had heard rumors of them hiding under ground, but they had always been peaceful people. You hated how they got dragged into a war.

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it,” Peli says, and you really wish she would use a more peaceful tone.

The last thing you want to do right now is fight a very impressive looking Mandalorian covered entirely in beskar while your entire body is tingling.

Is he the one who is force sensitive?

“Just keep them away from my ship” he says, and you are surprised at how well he is taking Peli’s annoyance.

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea?” Peli responds in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you take this as your moment to try to sneak away.

This however, was unsuccessful.

“Come on y/n. Let’s take a look at his ship,” she says and the Mandalorian turns his helmet towards you.

You probably look like an absolute mess. Your chest is heaving, you are sweating, and you are not at all prepared to do any sort of repairs. You are basically in your pajamas. The Mandalorian’s gaze has you nervous enough, but this familiar feeling in your stomach has you dizzy and nauseous.

Just hold on......

You start to follow Peli to the ship while still looking at the Mandalorian. You learned very early on in your life to never take your eyes off a predator. He follows your form and you try your best to mask his incredibly strong force connection gripping your chest.

This man isn’t even trying to hide it? It’s almost as if he is reaching for me?

You make it to Peli where you finally take your eyes off of him. You can see why Peli was so mad now.

“Oof! Look at that,” she says as she scans the ship with her eyes. “You’ve got a lot of cabron scoring up top. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shoot out.”

Oh my God, he was in a shoot out.

This is really not good. This man could have been followed and you could be surrounded at this very moment. You were a skilled fighter, but those kinds of odds were almost unbeatable. Especially when you were still trying to hide your identity.

You are so tense you feel like you could snap. You still feel his eyes on you, and you are praying to whatever is out there that you can just stay alive. That’s the only thing you’re good at.

“Name’s Peli Motto. That’s y/n,” she says as she points to you with her wrench.

She did not just tell him your NAME.

“This is my operation. You’re not gonna find a better mechanic on the planet,” she says as she leaned in closer to the engine.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to rotate that. You’ve got a fuel leak. Look at this, this is a mess. How did you even land?”

All you wanted to do was scream.

He is a MANDALORIAN who was just in a SHOOT OUT. He is probably being FOLLOWED and we could be dead because of ME.

“That’s gonna set you back,” she says.

She is concerned about MONEY right now?

Peli is a smart woman, but she was walking you into a trap. You didn’t want her blood on your hands. You didn’t need any more of that.

All of this is happening while you are still on the verge of a panic attack.

This Mandalorian is strong with the force. It is squeezing your lungs and your feet and your hands and your brain. All rational thinking is out the window. You had to get out of here before he manages to suffocate you.

God you hate this feeling. A few years ago you lived with this constantly. It became a part of you. Something you enjoyed. But now...

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits,” the Mandalorian says.

Imperial credits. Great. How did he get his hands on those?

“That’s all you got? Well..” she says and looks back at you.

“What do you think,” she asks in a teasing tone.

You try to plead to her with your eyes. You are sweating beyond belief and your brain is about to explode.

She tightens her brows in confusion at your state, but continues to bargain.

“That should at least cover the hanger,” she says and you feel your jaw almost drop to the floor.

How can she not see it?

“I’ll get you your money,” the Mandalorian mumbles and you try to take a deep breath. Passing out in front of one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy who may be here to kill you would rip off the last bit of pride you had left. If you are going down, you are going down with a fight.

“I’ve heard that before,” Peli responds and looks at you in a joking way. Like she was trying to coax you into laughing with her.

You try to chuckle back, but it just comes out in a low breath.

You sound insane.

“Just remember—,” the Mandalorian starts

“No droids. I heard ya,” Peli finishes.

“Why do you think I keep this girl around,” she says chuckling with a pat on your back.

You muster up the strength to smile and feel holes burning in your head from the Mandalorian’s gaze.

He really knows how to stare.

The Mandalorian leaves the hanger, and it takes everything in you not to pass out right there.

You thought with him leaving it would die down, but it’s only getting worse.

“Are you ok,” Peli asks and helps you lower yourself to the ground.

You are breathing frantically now and your hands are clutched to your chest.

“He has it,” you say and you know Peli knows what you mean.

She looks at you with wide eyes and you see the realization on her face.

“Oh my god.... he was in a shootout,” she says.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out. The desperate force connection is starting to fade and you feel your lungs fill up with air once more.

“He could have been followed! Or he could be here to—“

“Kill us,” you say. Peli hates when you finish her sentences, but there was no point in caring right now.

“Ok. Get inside. If I need you I will call for you,” she says and you nod, slowly getting to your feet.

You start to walk back to your room, with Peli’s arms guiding you, while taking deep breaths, but you freeze when you sense something else coming out of the ship and you snap your head to the ramp.

“What,” Peli says as she follows your gaze.

Your heart flutters. The force is slowly starting to ease its nasty grip on you.

If you didn’t sense the creature, you would miss it.

A little green baby, wrapped in what looked like a potato sack, was strolling down the ramp, looking directly at you.

“It’s him,” you say.

“He has it.”

#din djarin #mando #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #star wars #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 2 years

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The stewardess

Pt.6

Word count: 1432

Warnings: cussing, angst

Prompt: chris breaks your heart and you have to continue your life without him

Authors note: this is a shorter chapter but i wanted to draw it out. The next chapter will be the last 😭

It’s funny how quickly something so amazing can turn into the worst regret of your life. With those few words my heart shattered. My heart was broken by someone I had known for barely a week! It’s pathetic. The sounds around me seemed blurred.

“Y/n…….y/n? Y/N!” Chris yelled

I snapped back into the moment. The horrible, dreadful moment. “Yeah?”

“Do you have anything to say?” He looked into my eyes.

I looked at my feet, took a deep breath and then looked directly at him. “Yes. Fuck. You.” I turned around and walked away

“Y/n…y/n! Come on! No please just listen to me! I can explain everything” he called to me

I stopped and turned to face him “what she’s just some chick? Oh wait no I forgot that’s actually me” I laughed

“Y/n please just hear me out, please just listen to me”

“No you listen! I have had one of the best weeks of my life with you! And for what?! To be just some desperate chick who you decided to fuck out of boredom?! That’s bull shit chris! Bull shit!!! I am done! I don’t give fuck about what you have to say because I hate you! I hate you and I hate myself for falling so naively In love with you! But I’m not gonna let you hurt me like this! No, I’m not gonna be another conquest of some cocky celebrity! I suggest you tell Sam the truth, because maybe I was just some chick but you sure as hell cheated on her and she deserves to know that her BOYFRIEND is a lying son of a bitch!” I paused to take a breath “so fuck you chris!”

He looked at me, speechless. I left. I walked off the boat and into town. I wasn’t gonna deal with this. I walked along the harbor holding back my tears. There was no way he was gonna hurt me like this. I wasn’t gonna let this get to me.

The sun was beginning to set by the time I got back to the yacht. I walked slowly up the dock. When I got back RDJ and Anthony were sitting on the couch.

“Oh hey y/n! Where have you been?” Asked Anthony

“Oh i just needed some air” i smiled

“All day?” Asked RDJ

“Ik I’m” I sighed “I’m so sorry”

“Don’t worry bout it Y/N! You deserve this vacation as much as we do!” Said RDJ

“Thanks, I’ll get dinner started” I smiled and walked away

“Oh wait Y/N! It’s only the two of us tonight” said RDJ

I turned to face him “only you and Anthony?”

“Yeah, Chris had to leave, something about his girlfriend needing him for something. Oh shit also don’t tell anyone about that, they are on the DL. Uh he also left this for you” he walked over to me and handed me an envelope “he said he was sorry he had to leave”

I nodded “thank you, I’ll um, thanks” I smiled and walked into the kitchen. Of course there waiting for me was collin.

“I hate to say I told you so” he said

“Fuck off”

“Y/n I’m sorry” he began walking toward me

“Shut up collin. You don’t give a damn fuck about me.”

“Yes I do y/n! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”

“I don’t wanna hear it! I don’t care! Please just…just leave me alone”

He sighed “ok” he walked away

I began cooking hoping to take my mind off of this. Off of him.

I stared at it. The letter with my name on it. The letter he had written me before he left. Fuck I wanted to open it. I wanted to open it but I also didn’t care. He hurt me. There was no going back. Jesus, fine. I grabbed the letter and opened it. Why did he have good handwriting though?

Dear Y/N,

This past week I’ve fallen in love with you. I understand you are angry. I know I would be too. But I promise you that you aren’t some chick. I love you and I want you to know the truth. Samantha and I have been dating for 3 months now. The reason why RDJ invited me on this trip was because Sam and I were having a really hard time. Fighting every night. It was toxic. It is toxic. He invited me so I could get away and think. I didn’t expect to meet such an amazing, beautiful and fun person while I was away. But I did, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the time I spent with you. I wish you would forgive me but I understand if you don’t. I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you for every amazing moment.

Much love,

Chris

This motherfucker. I hated myself at this moment because I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to see him again. I read the letter again and again. After I came to terms with the fact that he didn’t stay here to fight for me. Even if he did love me, he went back to her. I walked into his room. The bed had not yet been stripped. The sheets still looked as they did when we left this morning. I climbed on to the bed, i rapped myself up in the Egyptian sheets that smelled like him, and cried.

6 weeks later I turned in my resignation.

4 years later…

“Hi how can I help you?” I asked the old lady that stood in front of me.

“Hi! I was wondering if I could have one of you famous lemon tarts please?” She asked sweetly

“Yes of course! Anything else?”

“That will be all thank you” she smiled

“Alright I’ll go grab that for you”

I walked over to the glass case and pulled out one of the lemon tarts.

“Jesus it’s busy today” said my favorite employee Chanel

“Just another summer day in paris” i smiled and walked back to the register

“Here you are, you’re all set!”

“Thanks sweetheart” she said kindly

I smiled. It has been 4 years now since I quit working for RDJ. 3 since I opened le route cafe. 2 ½ since we became one of the most popular cafes in paris. I still talk to RDJ. He actually helped me find this place and get started. After I turned in my resignation I flew to Paris and got a job at another cafe. I worked there for about 7 months and then had to leave to do some…..technical difficulties. Much to my surprise the week before I quit working the yacht, I couldn’t seem to keep any food down. Little did I know that I was not only pregnant, but pregnant with the child of the man who broke my heart. I of course eventually confronted RDJ about what happened. He helped me find a job at the cafe and then once I left to raise Francesca he helped me find a suitable home and start up my own cafe. I think he kinda blamed himself for what happened. I of course blamed no one but myself. Now I was rushing around my own restaurant, laughing and enjoying every moment of life. Francesca was 3 years old now. I had to hire a nanny, alice. She takes care of Francesca while I am working. It was about time for her to be back. Speak of the devil

“Maman!” She yelled as she ran behind the counter to come and hug me.

“Hello darling!” I squatted down to give her a hug “how was your day?”

“Good” she smiled and then hugged me again

“How about you help me with cupcake tasting?” I asked her

She nodded excitedly. I went to grab one of the raspberry cupcakes we had made.

“Here you are” I handed it to her

“Merci!” She smiled

“Hey y/n” Chanel tapped me on the shoulder “there is a huge crowd outside, there’s like paparazzi”

I stood up to look out. I couldn’t see what was happening but one of my waitresses came in. "Que se passe-t-il là-bas?” What’s going on out there I asked

“il y a une célébrité, je pense que c'est un super-héros” there’s a celebrity, I think he is a super hero, she responded. Probably RDJ coming to check in on me.

“I think it’s just RDJ,” I told Chanel. Right as I spoke those words, Chris Evans walked in the door.

Pt. 7

#captian america #chris evans series #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #marvel #the stewardesse #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #steve rodgers x y/n

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Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps……aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

#rec list #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #fanfic rec #akielosrises #ask

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes.

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer.

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August.

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father.

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl.

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house.

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you.

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it,

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips,

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple,

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly,

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh,

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods,

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow,

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod,

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs,

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum,

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods,

"I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand,

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly,

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside,

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again,

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else,

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth,

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food."

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up,

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side,

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear,

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing,

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs,

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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Sunday in the Kitchen with Frederick

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1110

For: covers the baker square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: none

Author's Note: This is set in the Cat Daddy Frederick verse, but takes place two months after "Almost Perfect", so Buttercup is not in the picture yet. I wanted to jump back in the timeline again and explore earlier moments in their relationship. So, you're all getting some cute baking fluff.

Tags: @madamsnape921 @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz

Frederick entered his home, cane in one hand, shopping bag in the other. He inhaled as he put the bag down and removed his jacket. The scent of warm apples and pumpkin were coming from the kitchen. His ear caught the sound of music; was that “The Time Warp”? He chuckled to himself, and headed for the kitchen, shopping bag in hand.

You were swaying to the music as you finished peeling apples and dropping them into the sauce pot on the stove. Frederick could have sworn it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. You’d been together for two months, but you had already insinuated yourself into his life like you had always been there. Whenever you were there, the house didn’t feel cold and empty like it usually did. When you asked if you could decorate for fall, Frederick has found it impossible to say no. You had quickly filled the house with fairy lights, scented candles, garlands of silk leaves, pumpkins of various sizes and colors; and that included the kitchen. Fairy lights were hung around the ceiling with the leaf garlands woven into them. It gave the kitchen a warm and cozy glow, and to Frederick, you looked like an angel, standing in the middle of it all, apron, and oven mitts on, pulling a loaf of pumpkin bread out of the oven. You placed it on a pot warmer to cool and smiled when you turned and saw your boyfriend standing there.

“Frederick! You’re home!” You took off your oven mitts and made a beeline for him, throwing your arms around his neck and placing a welcoming kiss on his lips.

“I could most certainly get used to that kind of greeting,” he smirked, and held up the bag. “Your emergency supplies, my love.”

“Thank you, Frederick,” you said, taking the bag from him. “The store wasn’t too busy, was it?”

“Surprisingly no; the young lady at the checkout said it’s always slower when the Ravens are playing. All the regulars are either at the game or are at home watching it on TV.”

“Sounds like my hometown; well, I appreciate you running out anyway. If I had taken better inventory of the ingredients, you wouldn’t have had to.”

“It was no trouble, my dear. I took the liberty of picking up a few extra things, as I saw they were on sale.”

“Thank you, Frederick, that was very thoughtful of you.” You put the bag on the counter and started removing its contents. The eggs and butter that you had run out of were there, along with extra sugar, flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, vanilla extract, and pumpkin puree. You smiled at that. “I see my pumpkin bread is a winner with you.”

“It is absolutely delightful and puts Starbucks to shame.” He looked over the countertop that covered with bowls, measuring tools, and ingredients. “Is there anything that I can help with?”

You thought for a moment. “Would you mind mixing the dry ingredients for the muffin batter?”

“Not at all, my love. How do I go about doing that?”

“Just follow the recipe, it’s easy,” you tried to reassure him, handing him an extra apron. “Here, I’ll help get you started.” You grabbed a bowl and a mixing spoon and placed them on the counter in front of him. You then moved all the dry ingredients to the same area, along with the necessary measuring cups, and the book stand that was holding up your 3-ring binder where you kept your recipes. You double checked the measurement for the sugar, filled the proper measuring cup, and dumped it into the bowl. “It’s just like high school chemistry, follow the recipe step-by-step, and you should get the desired outcome.”

“And if I screw up there’s no chance of me blowing up the kitchen?”

“None whatsoever, and there’s no dangerous chemicals here. And no one is grading you, so if you do make a mistake, it’s not a big deal. With cooking and baking, you learn by doing. I have faith in you, Frederick, you can do this.”

Frederick nodded and got to work while you went to check on the apples boiling on the stove. He carefully measured and mixed the dry ingredients as you instructed and began stirring them together. Hmm…perhaps this baking thing isn’t so hard, he thought to himself. That was until he stirred a little too vigorously and knocked some of the unmixed flour out of the bowl and onto to himself. He paused his motions and looked down at himself. Some of it was on the apron, some of it was on his shirt, and he could feel some of it sticking to the lower portion of his face.

“Umm…Y/N?”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. You put a hand over your mouth, but there was no stopping the giggles that erupted from your lips. Frederick was covered in flour and looked like a sad puppy that was anticipating being yelled at.

“Oh, Frederick, you’re adorable!” You grabbed a wet washcloth and started gently wiping the flour off his face. “Don’t worry, it’s fine, I get flour on myself all the time.”

“But the mess—”

“Don’t worry about the mess,” you said softly, putting a finger to his lips. “We can clean it up, or…” an idea suddenly popped into your head, “make a bigger one.”

You reached in the nearby flour bag and grabbed some with your fingertips.

“What are you—” Frederick was once again cut off, but this time by additional flour landing directly on his face. At first, he was taken by surprise, but then he saw the devilish look in your eyes, and a sly grin formed on his lips. “Hmm… you do know that two can play at that game, right?”

“Do your worst.”

Frederick grabbed handful of flour and launched it at your face. You responded in kind, and you both carried on like that for a few minutes, laughing like school children, until you both looked like kitchen ghosts, and the floor was becoming slippery.

“Okay, Frederick,” you held up your hands. “I surrender.”

Frederick took the opportunity to grab you around the waist and pull you close, placing a passionate kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too Frederick. See? Baking is fun!”

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.” He then glanced around at the kitchen. “I supposed we’re going to have to clean this up, now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but shower first? We can share the hot water…”

“Sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon, my love.”

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