#now syrup brush is my new best friend

[milkbreadtoast]

Hello!! Been a while since I sent an ask, back during your peak milk cookie phase 🫣. Your TWSB art are a blessing to my eyes (tho I haven't read yet, it's on my list).

I see you're using procreate now!! Your lines are just extra krispy, I was wondering if it'd be ok to ask what brushes you use?

OH HELLO!! MY PEAK MILK COOKIE PHASE AMDBSKD I NEED TO DRAW HIM AGAIN MY SOUL YEARNS FOR IT. 😫 AND TY FOR LIKING MY TWSB ARTS and for having it on ur list🫣🤭 hehe... all according to plan...

and thats right!! ive been trying to get used to using procreate and not just phone lately! I also recently bought a foam tube after reading this post and its been hard to adjust to but hopefully this helps in the long run🫠 (getting off topic)

BRUSHES... YES OFC TY FOR ASKING. i wanted to talk about it. I've been using the syrup brush (with stabilization turned down to 13%) for everything, lining and coloring/rendering! (and use the narinder pencil for sketching). I like that it has a crunchy anti-alias finish that gives it a pixelly look when zoomed in LOL

i used to use the gelsinki ink for lining but lately switched to the syrup one and find it easier to use mfbfn i used gelsinki ink to line these:

[theostrophywife]

CHAPTER THREE

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🤍 pairing: theodore nott x reader.

🤍 song inspiration: so hot you're hurting my feelings by caroline polachek.

🤍 author’s note: just like the temperature, things are heating up in this fic.

Step 3 of Pansy Parkinson’s Perfect Plan of Plotting

Jealousy — : The feeling of resentment, bitterness, or hostility toward someone because they have something that you don’t.

You would think that putting my two idiot friends together in the honeymoon suite and then sending them off to the literal temple of love would force them to face their feelings, but Theo and Y/N are proving to be more stubborn than I gave them credit for. Fear not, though. Through the scheming and plotting, I found an unlikely ally. Imagine my surprise when Mattheo Riddle helped concoct my most devious plan of all. Throw in a romantic vineyard, an abundance of wine, and a few lingering gazes from a hot tour guide and what do you get? A very jealous Theodore Nott. 

Third Year, Hogsmeade Village

The snow fell softly over Hogsmeade Village, covering the streets and storefronts in glittering white. Amidst the bustling crowds, you chattered excitedly as you tugged Theo along the cobblestone square. There was so much to see during your first visit to Hogsmeade and you didn’t want to waste a single second. 

“Slow down, bella.” Theo said as he tucked you to his side. “We have all afternoon to explore.” 

“Sorry, Teddy,” you said shyly. “I’m just so excited.” 

With a smile, Theo tugged the ends of your green and silver scarf and bound it tightly to keep you warm. “How about we make a loop around High Street and finish off with a warm mug of butterbeeer?” 

You beamed. “That’s perfect.” 

The first stop in the long line of shops was Honeydukes. Inside, you marveled at the colorful candies and browsed through the aisles stocked with Peppermint Toads, Fudge Flies, and Jelly Slugs. Beside you, Theo happily snatched up any free samples offered. The two of you toasted your Fizzing Whizbees before biting into the fruity chocolate. 

You giggled as strawberry syrup dribbled down Theo’s chin. He flushed and attempted to brush off the mess with the back of his hand. 

“A little more to the right,” you instructed. Theo swiped at his left. “No, my right.” He cocked his head, clearly confused. “Here, let me.”  

You waved his hand off before licking your thumb and swiping the strawberry sauce off his face. The tips of Theo’s ears turned bright red as he smiled shyly. “Thanks, fragolina.”

After purchasing a mountain of sweets, the two of you made your way down the next few storefronts. Theo insisted on popping into Spintwitches to purchase new quidditch gloves. 

“Are you excited for your first game?” you asked as he slipped on a pair of dragonhide gloves. 

“You could say that,” your best friend answered rather aloofly. He fidgeted with the straps of the gloves, impatiently tapping his fingers against the scales. 

You placed your hand above Theo’s, soothing his nervous movements. “You should be excited, Teddy. You’re going to kick Hufflepuff arse.” 

Theo snorted. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say arse.” 

“It’s the company I keep,” you teased. “I’m afraid my best friend has a mouth that would make a sailor blush. He’s a terrible influence, really. But a bloody good quidditch player.” 

“Two in a row?” Theo taunted. “You’re on a roll, Y/N. I appreciate your faith in me, though. I suppose I have to win now, huh? Wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the entire school.” 

“You’re gonna do great, Theo.” 

“Only if I have my lucky charm there,” he said with a wink. “You’ll be in the stands cheering me on, right?” 

You squeezed his hand. “Of course I will.” 

Theo grinned and squeezed back. “A word of advice, though? Don’t get the gloves. They look like dried dragon bollocks.” 

At that, Theo tipped his head back and laughed. You burst into a fit of giggles as he chased you through the aisles, swatting at you with the gloves. Alerted by the commotion, the shopkeeper rounded the corner and bellowed at you to stop. Throwing caution to the wind, Theo dropped the gloves and tugged you through the door, his cheeks red and flushed as the two of you spilled out into the snowy street. 

“Where to next, bella? Before that old geezer clubs us over the head with his mop.” 

“This way,” you said confidently, dodging through the crowd. A few people muttered their discontent, but you were too busy laughing and ducking into your safe haven to take notice. 

The fragrant aroma of freshly brewed tea greeted you as soon as you walked through the door. Theo followed close behind, grimacing at the pastel pink walls and frilly lace that covered every table. While you were aware that Madam Puddifoot’s was an establishment frequented by couples, you weren’t quite prepared for the overwhelmingly romantic undertone of the entire place. Each table seated couples of all kinds, some talking, some sipping their tea, while the bolder ones simply kissed like they were the only people in the room. 

“It’s a bit stuffy in here, isn’t it?” you mumbled as you loosened the scarf around your neck. 

Theo cleared his throat, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. “Hm, yeah. Just a bit.” He averted his gaze from the couple, his cheeks just as flushed as yours felt. “Did you want to…I mean…we could…” 

“Yeah, we should. Look around. Browse.” 

“Right.” 

Clearly, the two of you were unprepared for this sort of situation. You knew that your fellow classmates were beginning to explore dating. Hell, you and Pansy even helped Blaise pick out an outfit for his date with Astoria last week, but that had all been hypothetical. This was the real thing. 

In all honesty, you hadn’t given dating much thought. You liked things the way they were. If you were to get yourself a boyfriend, it would mean less time for your friends. Less time with Theo. The thought alone deterred you from even trying. 

As you pretended to browse the tea section, you stole glances at your best friend. You wondered if Theo fancied anyone. If he did, he never said, despite the fact that Mattheo and Enzo managed to have a new crush each week. Perhaps Theo was just more private when it came to matters of the heart. Although, you were sure that he would’ve at least told you. There were no secrets between the two of you. Right?

“Bella?” Theo asked as he waved his hand in front of you. “Are you alright?” 

You nodded, bobbing your head so fast that the motion nearly took your beanie clean off. “Sorry. What were you saying?” 

“I’m going to pop into the loo for a second. Wait for me here, okay?” 

“Sure, Theo.” 

You watched as Theo weaved through the aisles, smiling softly as he looked back at you. A group of girls giggled as he passed by, whispering amongst themselves. Objectively, you knew that your best friend was attractive. Even as a third year, Theo towered over your peers. Combine that with his perpetually messy waves and piercing eyes, it wasn’t hard to see why your classmates swooned over him. 

Surely, Theo was aware of the effect he had on people. It was impossible to ignore all the sighs and glances the girls shot his way, but he seemed immune to the attention. Instead, he glanced back and flashed you a lopsided grin. The gesture was so boyish and earnest, a signature Theo smile that few were privy to. Suddenly, the thought of him keeping anything from you seemed so silly. 

Flustered, you turned away and pretended to browse through the shelves. The tea labels all blurred together as you made your way down the aisle. You were more of a coffee person anyways. 

“That’s a great choice.” You startled to find an older boy speaking to you, pointing at the tea packets you were absentmindedly parsing through. “Chamomile always helps me feel calm.” 

Diggory, you thought. You remembered seeing his jersey flash by in a blur during one of the quidditch games you attended. Cedric was a few years older than you, but it didn’t stop the girls from your grade from having a crush on him. 

“Y/N, isn’t it? You’re in Slytherin.”

“How do you know that?” 

Cedric flashed you a charming smile. “The scarf was a good hint, but I’ve seen you around. You were at the last quidditch game.” 

You nodded in confirmation. “Your team played well against the Ravenclaws.” 

“Are you a big fan of the game?” 

“Not intentionally,” you replied. “My best friend is a diehard Roman Redcaps fan, so I’ve been to a handful of games. I’m mostly there for the cotton candy, though.” 

Cedric chuckled. “We have that in common. Unfortunately, there won’t be any cotton candy at next week’s game, but perhaps your presence will be sweet enough.” 

You bristled, taken aback by his boldness. Was he flirting with you? Surely not. “I’ll be there, but I’m afraid we’ll be enemies out on that field.” 

“Hopefully not off the field, though.” 

So he was flirting. You stared at the older boy, trying to see him from your fellow peer’s perspective. Cedric was classically handsome, no one could deny that. He certainly knew how to wield that charming smile, but it had absolutely no effect on you. 

“Diggory,” said a stern voice.

Theo returned to your side, looking a bit put off. He angled himself in front of you, putting space between you and Cedric. 

“Oh, hey, Teddy. Cedric and I were just having a little chat about the upcoming game.” 

Cedric nodded. “I assume you’re the Roman Redcaps friend that Y/N was talking about.” 

“Best friend,” Theo corrected. You shot him a confused look as he glared at Cedric.

The older boy raised an amused brow. “You just made chaser, right? Looks like congratulations are in order, mate.” 

“Thanks, mate,” Theo replied in a mocking tone. He turned to you, impatience written all over his face. “Are you ready for that butterbeer, bella?” 

You nodded slowly, baffled by your best friend’s behavior. Perhaps it was just some strange sports rivalry peacocking that you didn’t quite understand. 

“Sure, Teddy.” 

You said goodbye to Cedric, much to Theo’s annoyance. He had no parting words for the Hufflepuff, choosing instead to be a menacing presence at your side. For Salazar’s sake, he was taking house rivalry way too seriously. 

“I’ll see you at the game, Y/N.” 

Before you could answer, Theo grabbed your hand and stared Cedric down. “You will. She’ll be sitting in the Slytherin stands wearing my jersey. Hard to miss with my last name on her back. Later, Diggory.”

Day Three, The Sunflower Vineyard

The Sunflower Vineyard was a wonder to behold. Located at the edge of town, the charming estate stretched out for miles and miles in the Italian countryside, comprising a sprawling three story villa, fertile farmland that housed rows and rows of grape vines, and a magical greenhouse that boasted rare and unusual plants. 

Usually closed to the public, the matriarch of the Martino family welcomed you within the gates of her vineyard as a gesture of goodwill to one of her oldest and dearest friends. Needless to say, Nonna was adamant that none of you were to embarrass her under any circumstances. While she spoke to the entire group, everyone knew that the message was targeted towards Mattheo who nodded absentmindedly at the warning. 

The car arrived at the villa right after lunch and brought you to the vineyard. Theo grumbled about wanting to drive, but you reminded him that there wouldn’t have been room for everyone in the baby blue convertible. When you finally pulled up to the vineyard, his annoyance was all but forgotten. 

The gilded gates parted open as you peered at the rolling hills that extended far beyond your sight. True to its namesake, sunflowers dotted the vineyard and painted the landscape with bright shades of yellow. You gaped at the stalks, some of them taller than you. 

As you slowed to a stop, the villa loomed overhead. The property was massive, its huge windows overlooking the front lawn. The neatly trimmed hedges curved in the shape of the driveway and framed the marble fountain, which faced the massive wooden doors of the villa. When the driver escorted you out of the car, a tall and tan brunette with bright hazel eyes greeted your group at the steps. 

“Welcome to the Sunflower Vineyard,” the man greeted. “My name is Dante. My grandmother and I are pleased to have you as our guest. Since it is a rare occasion for the vineyard to have visitors, she entrusted me to give you the grand tour.” 

As the self-appointed leader of the group, Pansy took on the task of introducing everyone. “Lovely to meet you, Dante. My name is Pansy. This is Enzo, Draco, Blaise, and Mattheo.” 

The boys politely shook Dante’s hand. Pansy moved on to introduce you and Theo, but Dante stopped short at the sight of you. 

“And who might you be?” 

“Y/N,” you supplied, shaking his hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” 

Dante smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. “The pleasure is mine, bella.” 

“Now that we’re all acquainted,” Theo interrupted, staring down at Dante. He seemed rather unimpressed by your appointed tour guide. “Shall we start?” 

“You must be Theodore.” 

“I prefer Mr. Nott,” your best friend replied with an edge to his voice. Pansy elbowed him, which caused Theo to roll his eyes. “But I suppose you can call me Theo.” 

Dante laughed. “Grandmother said you were quite the joker.” 

“That’s me. A certified clown.” Theo wedged himself between you and Dante, positioning you beside him instead. With an arm around your waist, he nodded towards the wooden doors. “Lead the way, Dante.” 

Unperturbed, Dante began the tour with a walk through the villa. The inside was bright and spacious, filled with expensive paintings and artifacts that were older than you. Rich tapestries and ornate furniture decorated the house, but each room you peered into seemed pristine and untouched, so unlike Theo’s ancestral home, which you adored for its coziness and charm. Still, the place held much history. 

The Martinos were an influential family. Their empire dated centuries back, supplying wine to dynasties and diplomats. A fact that Dante was proud to declare. 

“We even served Vicência Santos while she was still Minister of Magic.” 

You perked up at that. Vicência had led the Brazilian Ministry for nearly two decades before becoming the first witch to be appointed as Supreme Mugwump. From the moment you learned about her in History of Magic in fourth year, you idolized Vicência and hoped to follow her career path leading the International Confederation of Wizards.

“What was she like?” 

“Brilliant, courageous, and a little bit scary as well. I remember hiding behind my grandmother’s skirts every time she visited the vineyard.” 

“Did she ever speak of the walk with the Qilin? Or her time as headmistress of Castelobruxo? Or how she dealt with the Bulgarian conflict during her first year as minister?”

Dante smiled. “We’ve got a fan, I see.” 

“Y/N is studying International Law at Oxford in the fall,” Theo said haughtily. “Of course she’s well-versed when it comes to Vicência’s accomplishments. She’s going to be an even better Supreme Mugwump when the time comes.”

You flushed at the proclamation. “If the time comes. I’ll have to do well in my studies first.” 

“I don’t doubt that you will,” Dante said with a smile. “In any case, I’ll be sure to cast my vote when your name is on the ballot.” 

Theo rolled his eyes. “Supreme Mugwumps are elected by the Confederation, not civilians.” 

“Still,” you hedged, shooting Theo a bewildered glance. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

Despite the obvious tension, no one else seemed to pay the conversation any mind. The other boys were politely nodding, but you could tell by the way that their eyes glazed over that you had about ten minutes at best before they started growing restless. 

“Would you mind showing us the greenhouse?” You interjected, eyeing Pansy who was one eye twitch away from smacking Enzo all the way back to London for touching the fragile art. 

Luckily, your tour guide was more than eager to lead you to the sprawling gardens located at the back of the villa. The fresh air and sunshine seemed to calm the boys as they happily strolled through the path that snaked around the edge of the massive swimming pool. Tucked at the corner of the property, the greenhouse glinted in the sunlight. It reminded you of the one at Hogwarts where your Herbology class was usually held. 

Dante showed you the assortment of plants they were growing, the variety of which would’ve inspired Longbottom’s envy. Among them were Devil’s Snare, Venomous Tentacula, and Aconite, which you knew for a fact sold for a pretty galleon in the black market. Pansy warned Mattheo not to touch any of them and the curly headed boy pouted in response, sticking his tongue out when her back was turned. 

You turned to catch Theo’s attention, but he was too busy glaring at your tour guide who seemed none the wiser to the animosity. After a brief tour, Dante gave you free leave of the greenhouse and excused himself to check on things inside the villa. As soon as he was out of earshot, Pansy released a sigh. 

“For fuck’s sake, Draco.” The witch scolded as she tugged the blonde down from a wooden cart. “Get off the damn cart and put away that bloody electronic square.” 

Draco frowned as he repeatedly tapped at the mobile in his hands. Hermione had given it to him before the trip, after much despairing on Draco’s part that he wouldn’t be able to speak to his girlfriend for an entire week. Never mind that they would be spending the next four years at Cambridge together. 

You decided to take a softer approach and patted Draco on the back. “I don’t think there’s service out here, Dray.” 

Your friend sighed exasperatedly. “I told Hermione I’d check in every day. We haven’t texted since last night. She’s been so busy with her internship.” 

“Aw, is our little loverboy feeling lonely?” mocked Mattheo. 

Just as you glared at the brunette, Theo smacked Mattheo over the head. You gave him a grateful smile before consoling Draco. “Ignore him. Dante said that we were more than welcome to the flowers in bloom, so why don’t you pick some out for Mione? When we get back to the villa, I’ll teach you how to press them and you can make the dried flowers into a present for her.” 

At that, Draco brightened. “That’s a great idea, Y/N. Will you show me how to make a bookmark out of the flowers?” 

You smiled, touched by your friend’s thoughtfulness. “Even better! Hermione will love it.” 

“Thanks for being helpful,” Draco said, leveling an accusatory glance at Pansy that she wholeheartedly ignored. He kissed your cheek and beamed. “I’d better get started then.” 

As Draco thoroughly examined the flowers in the greenhouse, Theo chuckled. “I never thought I’d bear witness to a Malfoy performing manual labor.” 

You cocked your head at Draco, who leaned down to pluck a daisy. “I think it’s sweet.”

“You do?” 

“Of course,” you replied. “What girl doesn’t love receiving flowers?” 

While Theo absorbed that information, Dante returned to escort you to where the wine tasting would be held. The boys eagerly followed, seduced by the mere mention of alcohol. As Dante led the group to the second floor of the villa, Theo kept a hand on the small of your back. 

“These stairs are slippery,” he explained, leaning in to support you. “Wouldn’t want you to slip, bella.” 

You murmured your thanks, swallowing thickly as Theo moved his hand to rest on your hip. The heat radiating off of him seared your skin more than the summer sunshine. At the head of the staircase, Dante offered you his arm. 

“The last step is a little tricky,” he said after he assisted Pansy across the rickety step. 

Theo tightened his grip on your hip, holding you in place. “It’s alright, I’ve got her.” 

Dante cleared the last step just as Theo swept you off your feet, picking you up bridal style. You yelped in surprise, encircling your arms around your best friend’s neck as he carried you to the balcony like you weighed nothing. Behind Dante, Pansy raised an inquisitive brow. She was definitely going to bring this up later. 

You glanced up at Theo, cleaning your throat. “You can put me down now, Teddy.” 

“You sure, Y/N? I’d be more than happy to carry you to your seat.” 

“There’s no need for that,” you interjected, stumbling over your words as your cheeks heated. Everyone else was waiting on the two of you, watching the scene unravel with varying degrees of amusement. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.” 

Theo smirked before gently setting you down. “Suit yourself.” 

Ignoring your friend’s curious glances, you stepped out onto the spacious balcony and marveled at the spread that had been laid out for you. The mahogany table resembled an overgrown charcuterie board, filled with expensive cheese, fresh slices of meat, and ripe fruit. Each of your names were written on place cards, the cursive handwriting just as luxurious and elegant as the bottles of wine sitting on the center of the table. 

The boys spread out amongst themselves as Dante explained the different vintages that would be presented to you today. Beside you, Theo took a handful of crackers and spread brie and fig jam on them. He lifted one towards you, drizzling it with a bit of honey. 

“Want a bite?” he asked cheekily. You nodded and reached out for the cracker. Theo shook his head and pulled it out of your reach. “Open up, bella.” 

“What?” 

“I’ll feed it to you so you don’t get your fingers all sticky. I know you hate the feeling.” 

“Um — sure — yeah. I guess that makes sense.” 

Theo smiled in satisfaction as he brought the cracker to your mouth. His fingers brushed your lips as you took a generous bite. The honey dripped down your chin, but Theo wiped it before it could stain your dress. You were about to thank him for the save, but then he licked the honey off of his thumb and suddenly the words escaped you. 

Flustered, you murmured something unintelligible before turning your attention back to Dante’s presentation. He was in the midst of explaining the importance of the fermentation process, but none of it truly registered if you were being honest. When he finally directed you to taste the first sample, you nearly drained the entire thing in one gulp. 

Beside you, Theo took a much more dignified approach. He always joked that cooking and drinking were the two things that he was better at than you were. You were inclined to agree. Nonna trained him to have an impeccable taste for wine. Theo swirled his wine glass, examining the color and clarity of the liquid. He inhaled its sweet fragrance, describing the different notes to you in hushed tones, like it was a secret between the two of you. 

“Primitivo,” Theo murmured, his lips stained with crimson. “This wine is from Puglia. A 1945 preserve. Because of the type of grape it comes from, the flavor is deep and rich. Back in the day, they used to believe that red wine was an aphrodisiac.” His eyes shimmered with mischief as he spoke. “Tasting it now, it certainly has a certain seduction.” 

You blinked, twisting your emerald ring as Theo stared at you intently. It seemed impossible to be drunk off of one glass, but you couldn’t deny that his gaze made you feel intoxicated. Seeing your best friend in his element was definitely doing strange things to your mind. 

From the head of the table, Dante smiled. “That’s correct. This bottle is from one of our sister vineyards in Puglia. You’ve got quite the taste for wine, Theo.” 

“I’d expect nothing more from Serafina’s grandson.” 

The matriarch of the Martino family floated through the balcony, the hem of her elegant burgundy dress brushing the marble floor. Her white hair and dark eyes were a stark contrast, but her smile was warm and welcoming. Theo greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks. 

“Ciao, Rafaela,” Theo drawled as he flashed her a charming smile. “Grazie per averci.” 

“The pleasure is mine, Theodore.” Rafaela surveyed the group, leveling your friends with scrutiny. Fortunately, you had plenty of experience winning over tough, Italian grandmothers. “These must be your friends.” 

The boys introduced themselves, giving Rafaela the customary cheek kisses. She pinched Enzo’s cheek, which made Mattheo snort beside him. Pansy cut the curly headed boy a glare, but the old matron seemed pleased by their mischievous display. Rafaela assessed the proud tilt of Pansy’s chin, smiling as if in approval of your friend’s steel. Last, but not least, Rafaela turned her attention to you. 

“You must be Theodore’s girlfriend.” 

Before you could correct her, Theo interrupted. “Rafaela, meet Y/N. I’m sure Nonna’s told you all about her.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Martino,” you said shyly. “Thank you for welcoming us into your lovely home.” 

“Beautiful and well-spoken,” Rafaela observed. “No wonder Serafina is eager to add you into the family. The two of you make a beautiful couple.” 

“Theo and I aren’t actually —”

“That’s kind of you to say,” Theo interjected as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “We are quite good together, aren’t we, bella?” 

All around you, your friends barely managed to keep their composure. Pansy smirked while Mattheo wiggled his eyebrows. Blaise and Draco exchanged a look, leaving Enzo to stare in confusion. You managed a nod as Theo smiled smugly at Dante. 

“I will leave you to it,” Rafeala said after a moment. “Be sure to visit the sunflower field, it’s quite romantic while the flowers are in bloom.” She smiled slyly at you and Theo. “Give Serafina my regards.” 

After the strange encounter, you kept sneaking glances at Theo. He was definitely acting weird today. You just couldn’t figure out why. 

Still, you tried not to ponder it too long, choosing instead to focus on the rest of the wine tasting. As the drinks flowed, the afternoon passed by in a blur. While you thought you knew what to expect from the strong wines, you quickly realized that you were ill-prepared. The alcohol quickly crept up on you. The sweetness of the wine masked its strength, putting you under the false guise of sobriety. By the time the last bottle was served, you were well and truly sloshed. 

“Are you alright, fragolina?” Theo asked. “Or am I going to have to carry you again?”

You shook your head, determined to hold your own. “I’m prine.” 

“Prine?” 

“Perfectly fine.” 

Theo bit back a smirk. You rolled your eyes before wobbling out of your seat. “Now let’s go see some bloody sunflowers.”

How you managed to make your way downstairs without toppling over, you had no idea. The only thing that brought you comfort was that you were hardly the most drunk out of the group. The rest of your friends weren’t faring any better, except Theo. An Italian knew how to handle their wine. It was in his blood, or so he said.

Ahead of you, the boys giggled and stumbled over their own feet like teenagers who had snuck a bottle out of their parent’s liquor cabinet. Pansy behaved with a little more decorum, but judging from her glassy gaze and flushed cheeks, she felt the effects of the wine more than she let on. 

As Dante led your group toward the sunflower fields, your friends were barely holding it together. Enzo blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes while he swayed on his feet. Mattheo kept bumping into the tall stalks. Draco and Blaise had long given up, choosing instead to wait in the car. 

“These sunflowers were planted here over a century ago by my great-grandfather, Stefano. Before he built his fortune, he worked this very same field as a farm hand where he met my great-grandmother. Valentina was a merchant’s daughter and way above Stefano's station, but that didn’t stop them from falling in love. When her father discovered their relationship, he disowned her. It was hard for Valentina, but Stefano promised her that he would restore all that she had lost. My great-grandfather worked hard to fulfill that promise. After their second child, he surprised Valentina with the sunflower field, where he would go on to build a beautiful home for her.” 

“How romantic,�� you breathed. 

“Indeed, it is something out of a story book,” Dante said with a smile. His gaze flickered to yours as he spoke. “One day, I hope to find a love like Stefano’s and Valentina’s.” 

“Keep hoping,” Theo muttered under his breath. You elbowed him for the sarcastic remark. “What? It’s good to be optimistic. I’m sure you’ll find a nice girl to settle down with. Preferably one from town and not anywhere else.” 

Luckily, Dante took no offense. Without missing a beat, he kept regaling the group with tales of Stefano and Valentina. While your friends were distracted, you tugged Theo towards the back of the greenhouse. 

“What are you doing?” Theo asked. “We’re going to miss out on Stefano and Valentina’s great love story. Our tour guide would loathe not being the center of your attention.” 

You didn’t miss the sarcastic tone that dripped from his words. “Stop that.” 

“Stop what?” 

“You know what.” 

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that, bella.” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you scolded. “What’s with all the hostility? Dante’s been nothing but gracious to us.” 

“Gracious,” he repeated, dragging out the word. “Yes, I suppose flirting with a taken woman is a very gracious thing to do.” 

“But I’m not taken.” 

“Dante doesn’t know that! Nonna told him we were dating, so hypothetically, he has no business flirting with you. It’s way out of line.” 

“And you being outright rude to him isn’t?” 

Theo crossed his arms. “Why do you care if I’m rude to him?”

“Because, dumbass, snubbing the grandson of one of your grandmother’s most loyal friends, not to mention business partner, is entirely idiotic. Especially when you’re both likely to inherit the family business, which means you’ll have to eventually work together.” 

“Oh,” Theo said, blinking in surprise. “So you were being nice to him because I might have to conduct business with him in the future? Not because you like him, but because it’ll be good for me in the long run?” 

“Obviously, but you seem hell bent on making an enemy out of him.”

“Only because I thought he was hitting on you!” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You should’ve known that Dante’s compliments would trigger this whole overprotective best friend nonsense. For years, Theo had held the opinion that no member of the opposite sex would ever be good enough for you. He was convinced that every guy had ill intentions towards you, but he’d never been quite this far off the mark. 

“I highly doubt it, given the fact that I’m not Dante’s type.” 

“How do you know that?”

“He’s checked out Enzo’s arse at least three times in the past hour.” You nodded towards the group, catching Dante in the midst of flashing a flirtatious smile at a completely oblivious Lorenzo. “Trust me when I say that Berkshire stands a better chance of catching our host’s interest than I do.” 

Theo’s eyes widened. With a sheepish smile, he rocked back on his feet and scratched the back of his neck. “I’m an idiot.” 

“A little,” you respond with a sigh. “But unfortunately, you’re also my best friend, which means I have a responsibility to save you from making a fool out of yourself.”

“This is why you’re the genius in this friendship, not me.” 

You scoffed. “You weren’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box today.” 

“Hey!” Your best friend protested. “That’s mean!” 

“The truth hurts, Theodore.” 

“Now you’re full naming me?” 

Emboldened by the wine, you held your chin high as though you weren’t craning your neck to the point of pain just to look up at him. With a smirk, you delivered the final blow. “What are you going to do about it, Theodore?” 

You emphasized each syllable of his name with a poke, prodding at his chest as he frowned. The challenge hung between you, charging the air with tension. Theo was quick to react, flipping you over until your back hit the wall of the greenhouse. With a smug smirk, Theo pinned your wrists on either side of your head. 

The sudden switch knocked the breath out of your lung, making you feel dizzy and lightheaded. Theo was so close that you could smell the wine on his breath. As you looked up, the sunshine crowned him in gold, highlighting his freckles and flushed cheeks. The baby blue color of his linen shirt matched his eyes, bright and alluring while he stared down at you. You held your breath as his gaze dipped down to your mouth, licking his lips instinctively. 

“Bella,” Theo murmured, his voice deep and rich like the wine swimming in your veins. 

A rustling sound snapped you out of your reverie. Dante appeared before you, pausing when he caught sight of your compromising position. 

“Am I interrupting something?” 

You scrambled backwards, flushing deeply. “No, we were — we were just heading back.” 

Your tour guide muttered a quick apology before he scampered off. Theo barely spared Dante a glance, his focus fixed solely on you. His gaze flickered to your lips once more before he slowly released your wrists. As Dante ran off, you groaned. 

“Now look at what you’ve done,” you said, pressing the back of your hand up to your forehead. Was it just you or was it hot all of a sudden? “Dante’s going to think we were up to no good.” 

“We’re always up to no good.” 

“Not helping!” 

“I’m sorry, bella,” Theo said in a soft, sincere tone. “For being rude to Dante. For acting like an absolute idiot all day. I promise I’ll apologize to our host for my behavior, but I need my best girl to forgive me first.” 

Your best friend stepped closer and summoned a bouquet of sunflowers. He plucked a bloom before tucking it into your hair and smiling. “They say that sunflowers face wherever the sunshine is. I suppose that’s why I’m always looking at you.” 

Flushed, you shyly accepted the bright yellow flowers. “How could I possibly stay mad after that?” 

“You can’t,” Theo said with a wink. “It’s part of my poetic charm.” 

“Twat,” you replied with a scoff. “But really, these are lovely. Thank you, Teddy. Consider yourself forgiven.” 

He beamed and linked your fingers together, twisting your emerald ring out of habit. “I’m glad. Now I’m off to right my wrongs with Dante. Though now that I think about it, I’m a little offended that he’d choose to objectify Enzo over me.” 

“Your ego really knows no bounds, does it?” 

“Of course not,” Theo drawled as he flashed you a cheeky smile. “That’s why you’re here to keep me in check.” 

“Then if you really must know, Berkshire totally has a cuter butt than you.” 

“You take that back, Y/N!”

[mamaestapa]

Let Me Make It up to You

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: It’s the day of your OB appointment and you decide whether or not to hear our and forgive Joe for the past couple of days

•word count: 5.8k

•warnings: pregnancy, some angst, crying, fluff, SMUT—foreplay, unprotected p in v sex, make up sex, breeding kink if you squint?? could be really hot could also be cringe, IDK lol

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April 13, 2023

5 months pregnant

"Good morning, Y/n." Tee greeted with a pearly white grin as you walked into the kitchen. You returned the smile, wishing him a good morning as well. As you walked into the kitchen, the delicious smell of bacon frying on a skillet and golden brown pancakes cooking on the griddle filled your nostrils. You sighed contently as you sat down on a barstool.

"It smells wonderful Tee." You said, eyeing the bacon that was stacked onto a plate. Tee smiled, "Thanks. It's all for you," he opened a cupboard and pulled out a plate, handing it you, "figured you and Baby Burrow-" he paused, correcting himself, "Baby Hubbard Hubbard-Burrow, whatever you call him. Could use a nice breakfast before your appointment." He finished, that sincere smile still on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, "That's really nice of you, but you didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did," Tee nodded, picking up a piece of bacon and popping it into his mouth as he put two perfectly prepared pancakes onto your empty plate. "You've been through a lot these last couple days, it's the least I could do."

Tee has been such great company these past few days. He's always there for you, whether it's for a shoulder to cry on or to indulge in your cravings with you. Tee is truly a great friend, and you are so thankful to have him with you during a time like this.

You put a generous amount of butter and syrup on your pancakes as you replied. "I should be the one doing this for you Tee," you said, gesturing to the plethora of breakfast foods sitting on the kitchen counter. "You're the one that's letting me stay with you for so long, taking care of me and making sure I'm OK."

Tee sat down across from you, smiling softly as he said, "Y/n, it's nothing. I know you'd do the same for me, plus," he gestured over to you, "I had to make sure my nephew was taken care of."

A small smile pulled at your lips. This baby was already so loved by so many. You were extremely thankful that your baby boy was surrounded by so many great people that were excited to be his honorary uncles.

"Well, thank you," you placed your hands on your swollen tummy, "He and I appreciate it very much." Tee smiled, "You're welcome. Now, finish your breakfast. You've got an important appointment in less than hour." You chuckled slightly at Tee's command, not hesitating at all to dig in to the delicious breakfast that he had prepared for you this morning.

After you finished up your breakfast with Tee, you brushed your teeth and came back downstairs, going into the entryway to put your shoes on. As you walked past the kitchen, Tee followed you to the entryway of his home, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you slide your shoes on.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

You shook your head, smiling softly at him, “I’m sure. I told Joe he could go, so I won’t be alone.” Tee raised his eyebrows at your words. “You sure that’s a good idea, Y/n?”

Not really. You think to yourself.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t going to let him go, but he guilted me into saying yes.” Tee furrowed his brows this time at your words. “He guilted you?”

“Yeah.”

“How did he guilt you?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “He said it was his baby too and he that he deserves to be there. Plus, he referred to the baby as Peanut,” a small frown etched its way onto your face, “Joe hasn’t called the baby Peanut in months and it made me feel guilty I guess.”

Tee just hummed at your words. He glanced at his phone and pointed at the door.

“You might want to get going.”

You smiled, “Yeah, I will.” You walked up to Tee and got up on your toes, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. It was purely platonic—something you’ve done many times to Tee and Ja’Marr when you say goodbye or before you say something sentimental. You pulled your head away from Tee, a smile on your face as you again thanked him sincerely.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me these past couple days, Tee. You’re a great friend, I appreciate it.”

Tee smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you gently as he said, “Of course. Anything for you and the little man.”

You pulled away from Tee, both of you wearing smiles as you looked at each other. You said goodbye and told him you’d be back later, unsure on a time since you didn’t know how long your appointment would be today. You left the house and got into your car, plugging in your phone and turning on your favorite artist as you drove to your OB appointment.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the doctors office, you immediately noticed Joe’s car parked in his usual spot in the parking lot. A small smile pulled at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the car parked in the spot. He called it his spot at your doctors office since he always parked there so you didn’t have to walk a long ways. You parked and took a deep breath as you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. You walked into the doctors office, smiling at the nurse that sat at the front desk.

“Hi Y/n,” she smiled, “You’re all checked in.”

You smiled and thanked her, slightly confused at how you were already checked in—until you saw Joe, who perked up in his chair at the sound of your name being said. He must've checked you win already. The two of you made eye contact, his blue eyes locking with yours made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. You hadn’t seen Joe in days. As much as you were upset with him, you couldn’t deny that it felt good to see him. You hated to admit it, but you did miss him a lot. Your baby boy did too. Both of you had a hard time sleeping at night without Joe being around. Your unborn son would only calm down at night if Joe talked to your belly. Something about the sound of his daddy’s voice calmed your baby, and it calmed you, too.

Joe smiled softly at you as you sat down in the chair next to him in the waiting room. You returned the smile as an awkward silence fell between the two of you. Neither one of you really knew what to say to the other. Joe soon broke the silence with a simple hello.

“Hi Y/n.” He said softly, “It’s good to see you.”

“Hi.” was all you said as you looked over at him. Joe rubbed his palms on his shorts as his eyes trailed down your body, stopping once they got to your tummy. You watched his chest rise as he took a deep breath. You could tell he wanted to reach out and greet the baby he hasn’t talked to or felt move in days, but he held himself back. Joe’s eyes moved back up to yours, the two of you sharing so many unspoken words just from one look. Joe was about to say something when a nurse came out from the back and called your name.

“Y/n Hubbard?” She called out, eyes looking around the waiting room. A wide grin grew on her face as her kind eyes landed on you. You stood up and returned the smile, following her out of the waiting room. You got to the doorway that lead into the hallway when your footsteps suddenly stopped. You felt a pang of guilt as you turned around and noticed Joe was still sitting in the chair, his shoulders slumping slightly as he watched you walk away from him. You took a breath as you prepared yourself for what you were going to say to him.

“You can come too.” You said softly. His blue eyes lit up as he sat up in his chair. “R-really?” he asked, sounding taken aback by your words. You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah.” Joe couldn’t help the hopeful smile that appeared on his face as he stood from the chair. His eyes welled up with tears and his chin quivered slightly as he walked up to you. Joe was filled so many overwhelming emotions right now. He didn’t think you’d want him in the room with you, but he was so happy you allowed him to. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears—which he successfully did, but you knew him being in the room with you today was totally unexpected for him.

You and Joe followed the nurse back to the room. Joe couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as the nurse took your vitals. He was so happy you let him come to appointment today despite everything that’s happened, but he was even more happy that you let him be in the room with you.

“Doctor Montgomery will be in shortly.” The nurse said with a curt nod. You smiled and thanked her before she walked out of the room, Joe doing the same.

Once the door latched, you looked over at Joe. Being in the same room as him again and looking into his beautiful blues made you feel so guilty. Guilty for the way you reacted when he got home, and guilty for how you’ve been treating him the last couple of days. You never gave him a chance to explain himself or the photos. It took you a couple days of sulking to realize that you overreacted, and that you were in the wrong in this situation. You should have never accused him of the terrible things you had accused him of. You should have given him the chance to explain himself before you stormed out. You felt terrible, and you knew Joe deserved an apology from you. You just hoped he would accept it. You hurt him a lot more than you thought you did.

“Joe,” you said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Joe shook his head, wetting his lips before he spoke quietly, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” Your heart dropped with disappointment. However, you nodded in agreement at his words. You could talk about it another time. The doctors office isn’t the place and now is definitely not the time to have a serious conversation like the one you needed to have. The two of you sat in silence as you waited for Doctor Montgomery to enter the room. A couple minutes passed before you heard a knock on the door. Doctor Montgomery entered the room, smiling widely as she greeted both you and Joe. She sat down in the chair and put hand sanitizer on her hands, rubbing them together as she spoke.

“How have you been Y/n? Feeling good?”

“I’ve been great,” you smiled, putting a hand on your bump, “baby boy and I are happy and feeling good.”

“Great.” she said with a sweet smile as she reached over to grab her clip board. “Today should be an easy appointment. No ultrasound today, but we will be listening to his heartbeat.”

You and Joe smiled. Hearing your baby boys heartbeat was always wonderful. It was such a comforting feeling, hearing your sons heartbeat. It always left you content knowing that he was safe and healthy in your womb.

Doctor Montgomery had you pull your sundress up so that she could put gel on your belly and find your unborn baby’s heartbeat with the fetal doppler. She put the wand over your lower belly, spreading out the gel as she searched for the baby’s heartbeat. You held your breath as you waited for the sound of the baby’s heartbeat to fill the room. As your OB moved the wand around to the left side of your lower bump, a loud whooshing sound came from the doppler. Wide grins appeared on all of your faces at the sound.

“There he is. Hi baby.” Doctor Montgomery cooed with a smile as she held the fetal doppler against your skin. Joe reached out to grab your hand, which you instantly grabbed and entwined your fingers with his. A smile pulled at his lips from the sound of his sons strong heartbeat and from your actions. Joe was so glad you weren’t pushing him away. He was hopeful that this appointment today would make things between the two of you better, and go back to the what they were before.

Doctor Montgomery took the doppler off of your belly and gave you a towel to wipe the gel off. After you wiped the gel off of your tummy, your OB took measurements of your bump, checking to see if you and your baby boy were growing at the rate you were supposed to.

“Everything looks and sounds perfect, guys. Y/n, you’re measuring a little small, but it’s nothing I am concerned about at all. Baby boy might be a little smaller than the two of you were anticipating.”

Joes face grew concerned at your doctors words. “How small is he measuring?”

“I originally estimated that he’d be around eight pounds when Y/n gives birth. But now I think he’ll be closer to seven.”

You and Joe nodded at her words. It's not much of a difference, but pushing out a seven pound baby sounds much better than pushing out an eight pound baby…

“Like I said,” she assured, “I’m not concerned at all. This is good news for you, Y/n.” You chuckled, pulling your dress back down. “Yes it is. Pushing a seven pound baby out of my girl parts sounds much better.”

Doctor Montgomery and Joe both chuckled at your statement. Your statement was true though. The rest of the appointment finished fairly quickly since there was no ultrasound. Soon after Doctor Montgomery left the room, you and Joe left the doctors office together. Joe walked you to your car, thanking you for letting him come into the room with you today. You sat down in the seat and just looked at Joe. The two of you staring at each other, feeling the tension grow between you as neither of you exchanged a word. Joe sighed deeply as he put his hands in his pockets.

“So, you going back to Tee’s?” He asked, voice quiet. You wet your lips and nodded, “Yeah.” Joe just nodded, his lips forming into a straight line. It broke his heart just a bit to hear that you were still going back to Tee’s after the interactions at your appointment today. While it made him a little disappointed, he was willing to wait. He was willing to wait for you when you were ready to come back home.

“Well,” he said, voice soft as he spoke. His eyes were locked on your belly momentarily before they traveled up to your eyes, “I’ll be waiting for you at home when you’re ready.” With that, Joe walked away from your car and over to his. You watched as he got in the drivers seat and shut the car door. Many thoughts pondered through your mind as you watched Joe drive away from the doctors office.

Seeing Joe today made you feel all sorts of emotions, the biggest being guilt. It made you wonder if you did the right thing by leaving so suddenly, and not even giving him a chance to explain himself. You sat in your car and thought about what to do.

Do you really want to go back to Tee’s?

Do you think you can go back to Joe’s? Should you go back to Joes now?

As you thought about what to do about your living situation for now, it hit you. Even if you were still a little upset, you needed to do the right thing—the right thing for you and your baby boy.

~time skip~

“Hold on, I’m coming!”

The door swung open, making your breath hitch as you made eye contact.

“Hi Joe.” you breathed out. His eyes widened in shock. He was surprised to see you at his door step. His mouth hung open slightly before he spoke. “Y/n, hi.”

You shifted awkwardly, “Can we talk?” Joe paused for a second, still in shock to see you at his doorstep. “Y-yeah,” he said, stepping aside, “Of course.”

You walked into the house, your suitcase trailing behind you. Joe smiled to himself as he turned around and shut the door. You showing back up with your suitcase was a good thing, maybe even a great thing. Joe locked the front door and followed behind you, reaching out for suitcase.

“Here, let me take that.”

You stopped walking and let go of the suitcase, letting Joe take a hold of it and take it upstairs for you. You followed behind him, going off in the opposite direction once you were upstairs. Joe went to put your suitcase in your room while you went into Joe’s room instead. You walked around his room, smiling to yourself as you noticed the pictures Joe had placed on his night stand. There was a picture of you and Joe from gender reveal, the two of you were grinning happily as you looked at the blue confetti surrounding you. The second picture was your favorite, it was an ultrasound photo from the night of Emmas baby shower. You traced your finger over the black and white silhouette of the baby.

“I look at that picture every night.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden sound of Joe’s voice. You pulled your finger away from the photo and turned around, smiling slightly at Joe.

“You do?” you asked, voice soft. Joe nodded, quirking a smile, “Yeah. Always reminds me that he’s OK and healthy.”

You hummed softly and sat down on Joe’s bed, a slight frown on your face as you looked at him. It felt good to be back home and with Joe again. However, you couldn’t help but still feel terrible for how you treated him the last couple of days. Joe crossed his arms and walked up to where you sat on the bed. He let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms and slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to you. Both of you looked at each other at the same time. It was obvious that the two of you had many thoughts and words that you needed to share.

"Joe," you said softly, your eyes welling with tears, "I am so sorry." Joe nodded, acknowledging your apology. He cleared his throat before speaking wholeheartedly "I'm sorry too."

You shook your head, "You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one that was overreacting. I accused you of awful things, and I believed stupid rumors I found on Instagram fan pages. I was the one that hurt you, Joe. You have nothing to be sorry for." You said, voice trailing off to a whisper. Joe frowned softly as he reached out to grab your hand, "It's my fault you felt like that for days, Y/n."

"No it's not, I overreacted." You said, voice growing quiet. "I saw those pictures of you and Alexis, and all I could think was that you didn't love me because you could have someone like her instead."

Joe frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "What do you mean?" 

"Look at me Joe. I'm huge and I'm too emotional. I don't look like the girl you loved months ago." You said gesturing to your body.

Joe's frown deepened. How could you say things like that about yourself? In Joe's eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You always have been, and always will be. No one compares to you.

"Sweets, you're not huge. You're pregnant, your body has to grow a bit and make room for our baby. And you're not too emotional." he softly assured you, "all of this you're feeling is normal, Y/n."

You watched as Joe hesitantly brought a hand to the center of your belly. So many emotions were shining through his beautiful blues as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes showing the same emotions as you placed a hand on top of his. A small smile pulled at the corners of Joe's mouth.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. Even more now that you're pregnant with my baby."

You smiled softly at his words, making Joe's smile grow a bit more. He slowly rubbed your bump as he continued to pour his heart out and hopefully fix the situation he put the two of you in days ago. "For as long as I've known you, you've given me everything I could have asked for. I don't want someone 'like Alexis', when I already have someone like you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to Joe's words. All of the sadness and resentment you felt about him was completely gone now as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much.

"Let me make it up to you," Joe whispered, his eyes full of love as he gazed at you. He reached out and placed a hand on your leg, tracing his long fingers up to your bare thigh where the hem of your short dress was. He gently squeezed your thigh as he looked into your eyes, "Let me prove to you how I really feel about you, Y/n."

The mood in the room changed dramatically as the two of you could feel the emotional tension release and the sexual tension grow between you both. Your heart swelled as that familiar warmth pooled in your belly. You hadn't felt like this in months. The last time you felt this way with Joe was the night your baby boy was conceived... Speaking of your baby boy, as much as your body desperately wanted to be touched by Joe, you couldn't help but worry about what it may do to your unborn baby. Would it hurt him? Would it hurt you? Will it make you go into pre-term labor? What about bleeding? You cant go through that again.

"What about the baby?" you asked softly, voice growing worried, "I don't want to hurt him." Joe shook his head as he moved his hand off of your thigh and back to your bump. "He'll be fine mamas. I'll be gentle, promise." A sly smile pulled at his lips as he said those words. You just nodded softly, your nod giving Joe permission to show you how he really felt about you.

As you have a nod, Joe leaned forward, hovering his lips just over yours before he slowly brought his head down and crashed his plump lips to yours. The two of you immediately moving your mouths in sync as if it was second nature to both you and him. You haven't shared a moment like this in months. Your bodies were aching, dripping with desperation for the others touch. Joe pulled away from you and brushed the pad of his thumb across your cheek, gently wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek.

"I love you Y/n." he whispered wholeheartedly. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming feeling of love as Joe gently pushed you against the mattress of his bed. He hovered over you once again as he brought a hand down to your shoulder. He rubbed his hand down the soft skin of your arm before bringing it back up to where the sleeve of your dress was. Joe pulled the sleeve down your arm just enough to expose your bare shoulder. He eyed you as he brought his lips down to your shoulder, sucking at the exposed skin. Your breath hitched as Joe moved from your shoulder to your chest and your neck, making sure to leave love bites as he moved to each location. Joe's hands toyed with the neckline of your dress as he pulled away from you. His lustrous eyes showed an intense gaze as he looked down at you. His body language begging for you to let him take the little sundress off of your body.

"Take it off, please." You breathed out, your quiet voice desperate as you spoke. Joe eyed you as he gently pulled the blue sundress down your body. His blue eyes trailed down your body as he took in your changing features since the last time he's seen you in such an intimate setting.

Your previous flat tummy was now round with a twenty week baby bump, a bump that he put there. A bump that he loved so much. Your breasts had swelled a couple sizes bigger since the last time he's seen them, too. They fit your body perfectly, even more than they did before. Joe felt a sense of pride as he took in your new features. Your body, the body of the woman he loved, was preparing for the baby boy—his baby boy growing in your belly. It was a sight that made Joe's excitement grow more and more.

"You are so beautiful," Joe purred as he hesitantly took his eyes off of your growing belly. You blushed deeply as Joe smirked and pushed your body down onto the bed, careful not to be too harsh with his movements. He didn't want to hurt you or his baby. He's done that enough the past few days.

Your breath hitched as Joe placed his hands on both sides of your baby bump as he started to generously suck and kiss at the buds on your swollen breasts. You whimpered involuntarily at the feeling of his tongue moving against the sensitive area. Joe pulled his mouth away from your breast with a pop. His face growing with concern as he brought all of his attention onto you, making sure you were OK. "Did I hurt you?"

You hastily shook your head no. "Feels good," you said, "Really good."

Joe smirked slightly and went back to loving on your breasts. He made sure to swirl his tongue over your darkening nipples before he took each one in his mouth, sucking on the bud generously before releasing his mouth with a gentle pop. After loving on your breasts, Joe left a trail of kisses from the center of your chest and down your swollen tummy. As he left a gentle kiss just above your belly button, the baby kicked at the contact of the Joe's lips. A wide grin pulled at his lips as he chuckled softly.

"Hey little man," Joe whispered into your skin before leaving another gentle kiss to the same spot he did before, “I’ve missed you so much.” You couldn't help but smile as you watched Joe communicate with his son while he showed you how much you meant to him. All of the anger and sadness you felt toward Joe was completely gone, and taken over by nothing but love and pure happiness.

Joe brought his head up to yours, gently smashing his lips onto yours. The two of you kissed passionately as your hands found their way up to Joe's slightly grown out, dark blonde waves. You tugged gently at his hair as your mouths moved in sync. Joe groaned against your lips at the feeling of your soft hands pulling his hair. You brought a hand away from Joe's hair, letting it slowly trail down his broad, muscular back before you hooked your finger under the hem of Joe's Bengals t-shirt. You tugged at the material of the shirt as Joe pulled away from you, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth as he detached his lips from yours. He smirked down at your figure laying underneath him as he took his shirt off in one swift motion, doing the same with his shorts. Both you and Joe were left in nothing but your undergarments, which those too, were removed shortly after Joe took his articles of clothing off.

Joe gazed down at your bare body, making sure to keep his gaze longer on all of his favorite parts of your body.

Your eyes...your lips...your breasts...your baby bump... your legs.

Joes intense gaze made you shy away, your hands immediately covering your swollen breasts while you clenched your legs together to hide your most intimate area. Joe gently pulled your arms away from your breasts, shaking his head at you.

"Don't shy away from me Y/n," he leaned down to kiss your breasts before he kissed your lips, "you're beautiful." You smiled and brought your hands up to his back, your nails slowly digging into his tan skin as he moved his head down to your dripping core. He maintained eye contact with you as he licked a stripe up your folds, teasing you, making you moan in pleasure and beg for more.

"Mph, Joe..." you whimpered out, "please.”

Joe chuckled as he moved his face away from your bottom half. He moved back up so he was face to face with you. He looked at you with a look of love as he spoke softly.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me OK?" You just nodded. Enough of the talking, you needed him badly.

Joe placed a kiss on your nose, making you smile sweetly up at him. His hand brushed over your belly as he positioned himself against you, lining up his erection with your entrance. He maintained eye contact with you as he pushed himself into your wet folds, the sounds of your small whimpers and moans filling the bedroom from the intimate skin on skin contact. Neither you nor Joe have been touched like this in months.

As Joe thrusted into your hips, your nails scratched down his bare back, leaving just the slightest hint of red scratch marks on his light skin. Your breathing quickens as his thrusts grew deeper. You were a whimpering mess underneath Joe. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as his ears filled with the sounds of pleasure you were making. Joe loved the sounds you made...

Joe's thrusts continued as both of you had beads of sweat dripping down your face and your body. The sounds and smell of sex was quickly filling the room. As Joe made love to you, he kept his blue eyes glued on yours, constantly praising you. He praised you for how well you were taking him.

"You're taking me so well, sweets." You moaned as your hands tugged at his unruly waves with each thrust Joe took. "That's it..." He grunted out.

Joe reminded you how much he loved you, and how much he loved your body—especially your bump. Joe was making you feel like the only girl in the world.

Joes thrusts grew deeper to the point where he was hitting your cervix, each thrust making you whisper in pleasure and beg for more. You could feel a familiar warmth pool in your belly as your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath you took.

"Joe," you moaned out, "I'm so close." Joe nodded, letting out a light moan as he spoke, "That's it," he thrusted again, placing a hand on your tummy, "cum for me, mamas."

Joe maintained eye contact as he slowly reached out to grab your hand with his, the two of you lacing your fingers together as you rode out your high and came down on his manhood. You squeezed each others hands as your face contorted into a look of pleasure as you came. Your moans soft as you were in a complete state of bliss from being fucked by Joe. Soon after you came, Joe did too as your bodies moved in sync. The two of you together in this intimacy just came naturally. You knew Joe's body and he knew yours just as well. The two of you sharing moments like this was like it was meant to be.

Joe buried his face into your neck and grunted as he came inside of you. His cum mixing with your own, dripping out of your folds and onto the bedsheets beneath you. The two of you stayed entwined together, your hands interlocked and foreheads touching as you both caught your breath and recovered from your intense orgasms.

“I love you Joe.” You said as your chest was still heaving with each breath you took. “I love you too.” He said, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. Joe pulled himself away from you, getting out of bed and sloping his underwear on. He walked into his bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, bringing it out and cleaning you up between your legs—which you were extremely grateful for. After cleaning you off, he leaned down to gently kiss your belly, your baby boy kicking in return. The action made both of you and Joe chuckle happily. Joe tossed you your panties and crawled back into bed next to you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body, placing his hands on your swollen tummy. Oh how he missed this…

“I’m glad you’re back home, Y/n. I missed you and baby boy so much.”

You smiled, “I know. We missed you too.” You turned around in Joe’s embrace, taking in all of his features. His blue eyes, his button nose, his pink lips. You loved all of Joe’s features just as much as he loved yours.

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” You asked, voice hopeful as you asked your question, “I missed you Joe.”

Joe kissed your forehead making your heart swell, “Of course, you don’t have to ask.” He spoke softly.

You smiled and turned back around, snuggling yourself further into Joe’s warm and comforting body. The two of you hummed contently, happy to be in each others arms after being away from each other for so long.

You still had to discuss things with Joe, but you knew that could wait for the morning after. For now, you were going to enjoy the moment of being back in your home with your favorite person laying next to you while the two of you—from the outside of course, embraced the baby growing in your belly.

hey loves!!

so y/n and joe have made up (in multiple ways😉) and the angst fest is over!! yay!

well, its over for now…

we’ve still got over a little less than 30 chapters left, and they can’t all be fluff can they? we’ve got a lot to get through babes. i hope you’re all up for everything i’ve got in store for ya!😉

i apologize if the smut was cringe, i’m not the best smut writer in the world lol. but we needed some more in the story and i thought this would be the PERFECT chapter for it because who doesn’t love some lil makeup sex in a story?!

anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter!! i’ll have more coming soon. thank you for your continued love and support with me and this series!! i love and appreciate every single one of you☺️🤍 also, thank you for being patient with me with this update today. i had things come up throughout the day where it made it difficult for me to write, so that’s why this update is super late today. i promise the next one will be earlier!

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[storyofmychoices]

Yoga & Pancakes

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist] 

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC)

Other Characters: Shreya Mistry, Atlas Ernhardt

Book: The Elementalists

Word Count: ~900

Rating/Warnings: teen, suggestive language

Submitting to: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

"Let me guess—" Emma began, quieting Shreya's excited tone. "Some famous Attuned chef I've never heard of but who probably catered an event for you has prepared some incredibly magical treat for breakfast?"

Shreya pressed her hands to her hips, her smile falling slightly. "You make it sound so utterly dull." 

Emma opened her mouth to apologize, but Shreya continued. 

"You've been spending far too much time with Atlas. We've got to get you back to society."

"It's not me." Atlas shrugged. "Don't worry, Emma's still the sunshine of our group. She's just a little cranky this morning... she didn't get much sleep." 

"Is everything alright?" Shreya looked over her friend, beginning to think of healing spells. 

"I'm fine," Emma insisted, brushing off Shreya's worry, shooting her twin a quick don't you dare glance. She looped her arm with Shreya's pulling her forward.  "Now, let's go see what is so special about breakfast today. You were telling me about the chef and his specialties?"

"I wasn't but now that you asked—" Shreya began rambling off facts about the chef and private events she had catered. 

Emma smiled and nodded along, trying to keep her eyes open when she was desperate for a nap. Not looking where she was walking, she bumped into a tall student in line in front of her. "I'm sorry—" she began, recognizing his dark blue blazer before he even turned back.

"Emma?" Beckett couldn't help the smile spreading across his blushing freckled cheeks. "I did not think I would find you here. I thought you were  sleeping in."  

"Oh, yeah," Emma's cheeks warmed as her gaze shifted to Atlas for some help, but she merely found her twin smiling in amusement, watching their awkward encounter. 

"Why would you be sleeping in?" Shreya questioned with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Oh, I think she's feeling just fine," Atlas smirked. "Just a little worn out from some early morning—or was it a late night—'yoga'." She added air quotes to the last word.

The hue across Beckett's face darkened at Atlas's words. 

"And here I thought 'yoga'"—she offered, using air quotes again, "—helped you relax, you seemed quite exhausted but very dreamy—" she mimed gagging, "—when you returned this morning at... what was it... 4:30 am?"

Emma chewed her lower lip. 

"Oh! OH!" Shreya's lips drew into a knowing smile of amusement. "No wonder you're tired. Keeping our girl up all night, Harrington? Impressive! I didn't think you had it in you. I bet you two worked up an appetite."

"I beg your pardon?" He didn't think his face could flush any darker.

"Okayyyy," Emma tried her best to move them along. "Look, we're next. Oooo, pancakes. I love pancakes. Pancakes are so delicious. Did I ever tell you the time when I was six and my parents made me pancakes shaped like a bunny for easter? Oh and they cut up bananas on the pancakes and added chocolate syrup, there's really no end to what you can do with pancakes. Strawberries on pancakes are also delicious. Did you know, pancakes—" 

The trio stared at her, Beckett in relief and Shreya and Atlas with amusement, her rambling words trailing away. 

"Would you like to say pancake one more time?" Atlas teased. "I don't think you've said it enough."

The cafeteria worker handed Emma a tray with 3 large, fluffy, circular pancakes. A look of disappointment fell on her face. "Huh, I expected more. They look just like tuneless pancakes."

"Oh, they're so much better!" Shreya announced gleefully as she guided them to a booth on the side.

"So when do I find out what makes these pancakes magical," Emma questioned. "If I eat them will confetti rain down? Will I make weird noises?"

"Not this time," Shreya replied. "These are no ordinary pancakes. They're shape-shifters. Watch this." She focused on the pancake on the top of her stack, concentrating on a single image in her mind. Slowly, before their eyes, the pancake transformed into the shape of a blossoming orchid. 

"Woah!" Emma marveled. "How?"

"It's a centuries-old recipe passed down. The chef has yet to reveal the secret, but I've been working on wearing her down. She can't say no to a Mistry forever."

Beckett didn't dare contradict her. Usually, he'd love bragging about his superior knowledge—it was rather a simple spell. He had learned it at the age of five— but right now, he didn't want the conversation shifting back to him or Emma. 

Emma focused on her pancake, her gaze momentarily shifting to Beckett, admiring the way the glowing sun kissed his face through the ornate stained glass windows. The pancake transformed into a heart, with a B + E appearing at the center. 

"Bleh—" Atlas choked, before picking up her pancake, which she had turned into a mace, dipping it in syrup, and biting off the end. 

"What are you going to make?" Emma questioned curiously of Beckett.

"I can think of something he could turn it into for her." Shreya wagged her brow, enjoying as the pair blushed. "Thinking about last night, Harrington? Be careful or you never know what might appear."

"Gross," Atlas mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes. "I'm trying to eat. I don't need any graphic "yoga" depictions popping up on the nerd's plate. It's bad enough I've seen them kiss. I can't stab my eyes out with a pancake dagger."

Shreya laughed, holding her hands up in a peaceful truce. Her mind quickly returned to the shopping trip she had scheduled next, the pancakes on her plate following suit, one turning into a long gown and the other a shopping bag. 

Emma and Beckett breathed easier as the conversation shifted. Laughter bubbled between them as the morning sun shimmered around the space. Despite the teasing, their free hands tangled together beneath the table. 

This is just a silly little idea that popped into my head. It's not edited, so please forgive any mistakes.

My Atlas is demiro.

[urlovebot]

enhypen as employees at my old coffee/icecream shop

cw: work shenanigans. war flashbacks of spilling hot milk on hands. niki breakdancing.

Heeseung: probably the manager

so nice

friends with with all of the employees on a personal level

sings on karaoke nights and entrusts the rest of the kids to run the shop for the time being

hums while he prepares drinks

one time steamed milk and it boiled over onto his hand as a customer watched. he brushed it off but cried in the office afterwards. (based on a true story 😔)

Jay: customer

jay is a customer who comes in for the same coffee drink every day: just a caramel frappe.

likes to explain he wants a medium caramel frappe with no syrup and extra whip in the most complicated way so that he can talk to the cashier for a long time.

really only came to visit jake at work but became well acquainted with the rest of the staff and now theyre all besties.

specifically wants to take the cashier, shrink him, and put him in his pocket.

they let him carry out drinks during karaoke nights sometimes.

one time came in and asked for a cold brew with one ice cube in it. clearly it had been a very rough day.

Jake: server

love jake but

cannot make an order to customer satisfaction to save his life. (bitter espresso, too much ice in frappes, etc.)

heeseung really liked how polite and sweet he was so he made him a server.

all of the older customers are in love with him and sometimes will ask him to sit with them if the shop isnt busy.

just so personable and sweet he is a dream server.

loves karaoke nights because he loves live music and all of the regulars come to watch him sing a bit too.

one karaoke night a child had ran right in front of him as he was briskly walking back from delivering drinks. came back to the counter pale as a ghost, "guys i almost just steamrolled a child 😰"

Sunghoon: barista

looks scary, very funny and nice.

only makes coffee. likes making new drinks (specifically themed holiday drinks.)

claims he makes the best espresso shots. he is correct.

every customer has a crush on him even though he doesn't leave from behind the counter

does karaoke with heesung if the day is going by slow.

so smart; lacks common sense.

spilled ice in the backroom and then sprayed hot water on the ice to melt it. there is no drain in the floor. so it was just 2x the amount of water. took two hours to dry.

Sunoo: drive thru

his voice is just so nice to hear. makes jokes at the window too.

mostly at the drive thru because nobody wants to uell at him when they see him through the window.

when the drive thru isnt busy they usually ask him yo clean up a bit around the shop and he always sings along to the songs playing off the speakers

a smart ass who plays around too much with niki.

makes all of the summer refreshers

one time the shop was out of 60% of their ice creams and he got very tired of people saying "So what DO you have???" so he muted his mic, screamed into the tip jar so that nobody could hear him, unmuted the mic, and proceeded to list out what they did, in fact, have.

Jungwon: Cashier

polite 80% of the time until some woman comes up and complains that her drink does not taste like how they do at starbucks.

"unfortunately ma'am, this is not a starbucks. this is (shop name). we can remake the drink if you'd like it sweeter..."

perfect balance of smart and polite responses

has a couple regulars that he loves talking to though.

thinks its funny when jay comes up asking the following: "can i get a... whats it called.. the frozen drink with-" "with the caramel?" "... yeah the caramel. what's that called again?" "A caramel frappucino." "frappucino.. gotcha. can i get the caramel frappucino? size-" "size medium. i know. you're here every thursday and friday. go sit down."

Niki: who really knows. gets paid good tho

he does a bit of everything. please dont let him make espresso though hes not too good at that yet.

just makes a fool of himself every day he works.

in charge of the ice cream portion of the store. ice cream scoops are significantly too big for $1.99

does the thing where you flip the ice cream scoop in the air and try to catch it on the cone. literally misses every time but nobody yells at him because the customers love it.

dances around while sweeping and is actually... abnormally good.

doesnt sing for karaoke night but will jokingly be a backup dancer doing the most when an employee sings

break dancing while jake sings love yourself

get those two away from eachother

drive thru is right behind the ice cream freezer so he'll tap sunoo's shoulder and turn around as if nothing happened.

theres a tv that usually has an aesthetic coffee shop themed picture on it throughout the day. one time the remote was left unattended and niki changed it to minecraft speed runs. nobody noticed until a group of kids wouldnt stop looking at the tv.

[hornet-best-bug]

Small story i felt like writing

It's mostly about my OC Revive and heavily inspired by @pavooko and their void angel AU, i really recommend checking out their stuff! It's really good! :D anyways, onto the small story :P anyways onward we go!

Xerxes belongs to my partner @agrievousmistake

Revive felt stone fingers coiled around her wrist, urging the cup closer to her mouth. She couldn't see him, but she knew. The moment she tasted the silver oily liquid, she couldn't stop herself. She downed the whole thing, a stinging, bitter chemical taste on her tongue. The consistency was that of syrup, the smell that of fuel fumes was comforting to her, almost sparking an old habit within her, an urge that was instantly drowned out by how harshly it stung her tongue.

Almost immediately, her body wretched forward, acid stinging her throat, clawing to try to escape. Her fingers on the cup-holding hand were stained with silver, which slowly solidified and burned into her skin. Her clonerot had already been healed by void metal, but now branches of solid, thick metal vines burrowed through the upper most layer of her skin. There was a loud plastic hitting the floor sound, yet it fell upon death ears. She felt as if her blood had rushed to her head, her ears ringing, and her senses muddled.

She felt as if her bones had all snapped at once, as if her body had been drenched in gasoline and set ablaze, something that seemed... familliar to her. Something she recalled **enjoying** yet she knew that couldn't be possiblel, her mind had to be pkaying tricks on her, eventually, her thoughts were taken over by that dreadful song again while every single nerve screamed in agony, the song in her mind finally reached a deafening peak as she felt her body connect with the ground. The thud was barely audible, but the pain of hitting the floor was intensified by the burning sensation.

She battled with herself internally, trying to keep what remained of her. It wasn't until she felt a soothing liquid slide its way down her throat that she regained her senses, her body was struck by intense trembles, and she saw thick vomit sprayed out across the floor. Her nose stung with the fumes of fuel, and her mouth burned with the chemical taste, a taste that was slowly but surely being eased by whatever she'd eagerly drank.

Her back felt heavy, weighed down by massive, curling wings made of void-angel metal. The metal on her skin and her new-formed wings created half circles and were full of deep holes. Sudden warmth brushed over her shoulder, and Cavalero lifted her to her feet. "You okay, kid?" He questioned. She realized her body had turned cold, like that of a corpse, the warm touch of her friend felt like fire.

She didn't fully register what was going on, eventually just simply using him as support. "I'm fine." She hissed, adamant about needing help, and despite Cavalero's best efforts to at least help her out of the area, she refused the help. "I can handle myself." Revive snarled, an almost ethereal undertone accompanying her voice, almost blending in with the song that still hadn't left her mind. It was quieter, but it still hadn't left.

Cavalero scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched the woman stumble around "Sure you don't 'vive" He didn't sound angry, he just sounded dissapointed and wished she'd just learn to accept help. He had trouble with it himself, but seeing her refuse to ask for help, let alone even talk to them, almost hurt. Well, it didn't almost hurt. It did.

He followed Revive to make sure she made it back to her dormizone safely, seperating once she was there to talk to the drifters.

Within a few hours, Revive was making food, albeit almost burnt food, but still consumable. She turned, and her wings annoyingly knocked a plant pot over, the ceramic cracking. She let out a string of curses, glaring at the sight of her wings in her prepfieral vision.

A loud, obnoxious knock on her door sounded, and she wrenched it open. "What." She snarled, before she stopped "Darkzone. Thought you fucked off to Duviri. What are you back for?" Darkzone shifted awkwardly "Well, when Xerxes told me you'd drunk the fuel, or as i like to call it, "forbidden juice" i just had to come make sure you were okay" Darkzone fidgeted with her cloak.

Revive raised an eyebrow, gesturing fornher to continue "Well, Xerxes didn't want babysitting du-" "BABYSITTING DUTY? I AM NOT A BABY!" Revive protested, cutting Darkzone off instantly "Fuck off. Go back to Duviri. Say hi to Thrax for me." She shut the door with a loud slam.

She crawled into bed, curling up, her wings wrapping around her, after hours of tossing and turning, counting tamms, she finally fell asleep

[zapreportsblog]

↱ my mother : the successful business woman ↰

➘ summary : In this story we see how Izuku grows up in the hands of a successful business women, watch as his mother becomes his hero, the hardships they face as a family and how Izuku gains new friends and siblings to come

➘ Chapter 2: A Morning Routine of Love and Bond

A   N O R M A L   M O R N I N G :

The sun peeked through the curtains, gently rousing Izuku from his slumber. He yawned and stretched, feeling the warmth of his blankets cocooning him in comfort. The events of the previous night were distant memories now, replaced by a feeling of safety and love that he had never experienced before.

As he pushed back the covers and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Izuku smiled when he saw his mama (y/n) in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with skill and grace. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and maple syrup filled the air, instantly making his stomach rumble with hunger.

"Mama!" Izuku called out, his voice filled with joy as he made his way to the kitchen. "Good morning!"

(Y/n) turned to greet him, her soft smile mirroring the brightness in her eyes. "Good morning, Izuku," she said tenderly. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, mama. I had the best sleep ever!"

As they sat down at the breakfast table, Izuku couldn't help but marvel at his mama's beauty. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall of silk, and her eyes held a gentle warmth that made him feel cherished. To him, she was the epitome of a hero, someone who had swooped in and saved him from a life of loneliness and despair.

"Mama, did you know you look like a hero?" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration.

(Y/n) chuckled, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "Oh, Izuku, you always know how to make me feel special. But you're my hero too, you know?"

Izuku beamed at her words, feeling a surge of pride. He loved to hear her say that, and he knew he would never tire of it. His mama's support and encouragement filled him with the courage to pursue his dreams of becoming a hero.

After finishing their delicious breakfast, it was time for their morning routine. Izuku followed his mama's lead as they headed to the bathroom. She taught him the importance of brushing his teeth and washing his face, taking care of his health and hygiene. To Izuku, these seemingly small tasks were like steps to becoming a true hero—one who was disciplined and mindful of their well-being.

Then came the best part of the routine—the morning bath. Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement as he saw the rubber duckies waiting for him. He hopped into the bathtub, splashing water playfully, as his mama laughed at his antics.

"Remember, Izuku," she said gently, "heroes take care of themselves, so they can be strong for others."

He nodded, understanding the lesson. His mama was teaching him not only to care for himself but also to be prepared for any challenges that lay ahead.

After the bath, they stood before the mirror together, Izuku's wet hair sticking out in all directions. His mama carefully combed and styled his hair, turning him into a presentable and confident young boy.

Finally, the morning routine concluded with a thorough mouthwash and flossing. As they both rinsed their mouths, Izuku looked up at his mama with gratitude. She had given him a home, love, and a routine that made him feel cared for and protected.

"Mama, thank you for everything," he said, his voice earnest. "You're my hero, and I want to be just like you."

(Y/n) knelt down, hugging him tightly. "And you'll always be my hero, Izuku," she whispered. "Together, we'll support each other and help others, just like true heroes do."

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

After the morning routine, Izuku headed to the cozy living room, his favorite spot to watch his daily dose of hero cartoons. His mama (y/n) had set up a comfy couch and a large TV just for him, making sure he had everything he needed to enjoy his shows.

As he settled in, he couldn't help but overhear his mama's conversation over the phone. She was speaking with an air of authority and determination, making important business decisions for her company. Despite the animated sounds coming from the TV, he couldn't help but be in awe of her professionalism and dedication.

(Y/n) juggled her responsibilities with grace, her multitasking abilities a sight to behold. He knew that her company was even bigger than All Might's, and that was saying something! She had achieved greatness through hard work and determination, and Izuku admired her for it.

His admiration for his mama's achievements only grew stronger with each passing day. He knew that running a successful business required immense responsibility and countless hours of hard work, but she never let it overshadow her love and care for him.

Watching her effortlessly balance her personal and professional life, Izuku knew he wanted to become a hero for more than just emulating his idol, All Might. He wanted to be a hero so he could take care of his mama, just like she was taking care of him.

The cartoons on the TV were entertaining, but his thoughts kept drifting back to his mama. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to repay her kindness and support. Becoming a hero was more than a dream; it was a promise he made to himself and to his mama.

As the day went on, Izuku noticed the phone calls never seemed to stop for his mama. She handled each one with poise and efficiency, never faltering under pressure. He admired her ability to stay calm and composed, even when faced with challenging situations.

In the afternoon, they had lunch together, and Izuku made sure to compliment his mama on her hard work. "You're amazing, mama," he said, his eyes shining with admiration. "Your company is like a hero, protecting and helping so many people."

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes soft with love. "Thank you, Izuku. But you're the one who inspires me every day to be the best I can be."

Throughout the day, as his mama continued to work, Izuku couldn't shake off the thought of how much she had sacrificed for him. He knew that she put in long hours at the office, and yet, she always found time for him, showing him love, care, and unwavering support.

As the evening approached, and the sun began to set, Izuku resolved in his heart to become the hero he had always dreamt of. Not only to save people and make the world a better place but also to be the kind of hero his mama was to him—a pillar of strength, compassion, and inspiration.

He knew that being a hero meant more than just having a quirk; it meant being there for others, just like his mama was always there for him. And as he looked at her, taking one more phone call, he felt a surge of determination to become the hero she deserved—someone who would stand by her side and support her in the same way she had supported him.

As the day drew to a close, Izuku knew that his journey to becoming a hero had just begun. But with his mama's love and guidance, he was ready to take on any challenge that came his way. For he had found his true hero—his mama (y/n)—and he was determined to make her proud, just as she had made him feel loved and cherished every single day.

[magic-hcs]

Congratulation for 200 followers! What a milestone, I’m happy for you ☺️

I would love to join the matchup event, here’s my info, thank you!

Gender: Female(she/her)

Appearance: long bob black hair, brown eyes with round glasses, 5’4(163cm), cloth style prefer comfortable oversized clothes, jeans for work

Personality: patience, think a lot, anxiety sometimes, usually chill unless someone is rude, quiet but talk a lot with friends, the Mom friend

Like: novels, movies, anime, myths, museums, hoodies, fuzzy blankets, green tea, chocolate

Dislike: rude people, the “Kevin” customers, angry yelling at others or me (I would cry)

Hobbies: reading, writing, binge watching drama or anime when eating snacks , discussing ideas of stories or characters, learning new knowledge of culture, mythology

Won’t mind multi and poly!

Thank you! I’m so happy too! It’s a bit short I hope you don’t mind.

Matchups are closed!

~~matching…~~matching~….~matching~~…~DING~

You match with Coal and Syrup!

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(SF Papyrus) Coal:

Coal is very in tune with emotions, he helps you through your anxiety and overthinking spells. He loves listening to you, he’ll go quiet to hear every word you say to him.

He now has two moms worrying about him. He’s half joking when he says that. Coal doesn’t mind you fretting over him like a mom, Razzle does that too. So he’s used to it and it shows you care a great deal about him.

You two have matching hoodies. And you can sometimes find him wearing yours, Coal doesn’t care that it’s way too small for him and that it doesn't even reach the end of his non-existing waist. It smells like you and that’s enough for him. He loves to be surrounded in your smell, it makes him feel as if you’re hugging him.

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(US Papyrus) Syrup:

He adores that you fuss over him. Gets him a bit flustered the first few times you do it when you’re together.

Syrup is also very chill, he sends you lots of memes to make your quiet voice create beautiful laughter. Syrup loves novels, movies and anime too! You guys have a lot of binging nights together. You two read fanfiction together. Loves listening to you talk about mythology and culture.

He wants to brush your hair while you drink your tea. Syrup loves snuggles!

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Poly:

These two are a great prank team, making you laugh a lot throughout the day.

Coal and you collect fuzzy blankets together, Syrup has a good eye for the best deals. You and Syrup create stories/story boarding together and Coal creates the fanart or comics. You guys can get a bit heated with your debates about characters you like and enjoy.

Both boys steal your clothes to be surrounded in your smell.

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Thank you for participating and for being patient. I hope you’ll enjoy your matchup!

[mimiexe15]

chapter 3: seeing orange

Mira Magica

After what happened today, Mira decided to head home for the night. Kyubey joined her for the night to tell her more about the magical stuff she had just submitted herself into it she still has a lot to learn before going into her new life

Mira pov:

It's only been two days, but my life felt like it changed forever. Now that I made a wish, It might change forever, but there's still so much on my mind. Where did that girl come from? What's the purpose of being a magical girl other than making your wish? 

I rolled my head over and looked at my soul gem. Kiki is hoping to teach me the ropes tomorrow. That's what she told me. At least. sure I get a cool outfit when I transform, but still, I don't understand the power and weapon. 

"kyubey? Do magical girls get random weapons or stuff after they make a wish?" I looked at Kyubey when I asked him that, and he simply blinked at me and scratched his ear. "Not exactly; most of the time, your wishes are based on what abilities and powers you receive, for example."

kyubey Jump down from the counter and onto my bed "if you wish to heal someone, you would have the ability to heal yourself quickly if you wish to be invisible to someone, then you the power of invisibility" 

Kyubey looked at me and then blinked. It's hard to tell any expression from his face. "However, there are also some wishes that can't be made into abilities. For example, if you wish to erase something from your mind, you would probably get a random ability. It's quite simple really" Kyubey said

"Huh," I looked back at myself, and then at my soul gem. There was a little yin-yang symbol on it, I didn't get why it was there "You should probably get some rest. You do have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." Kyubey said as he swung his tail back and forth. 

"I guess you're right. Good night, Kyubey." I said that to him before I turned off the lights, hoping that maybe things wouldn't be so bad.I still have so many questions, but maybe it's best to ask them tomorrow.

Timeskip

"Uhg..." I was trying to regain consciousness as I heard beeping next to me was it already morning?..can't help, but feel like something was stalking me....Quickly sighed. I should've expected this. Things aren't gonna be the same, are they?

" Mira, come downstairs; breakfast is ready." Right, breakfast. I should probably get dressed and head downstairs. We didn't have school today, so I didn't need to wear my uniform, which is a relief. I swear that thing is hard to put on.

I got up and got dressed. I went over to the bathroom, grabbed a brush from the counter, and started brushing my hair. Looking in the mirror, I grabbed a red ribbon and tied my hair back into a braid. 

I grabbed onto a railing and started walking downstairs I head over to the dining table  my dad has already laid out pancakes with syrup and butter on top for me "guess who makes the best food"I looked at my dad who had a cocky expression as he said that "you make the best food" I rolled my eyes chuckling at him

My dad has always been a goofball, though, I silently signed to myself as I ate my pancakes. At least I woke up every morning eating something delicious. My dad then put his elbow on his table. "Something wrong ?"he said as he looked at me.

"Oh, not really, just you. You know, I'm going to hang out with my friends today, "I said to him. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Mira, you can tell me if something's wrong." Yeah, if I was able to tell you that.

I heard honking outside and saw a limo that's probably Kiki and Raya I got up from my chair as I finished eating my pancakes "relax Dad I'll be fine" my dad looked at me "don't forget, come back before 8 o'clock" he said as he picked up the plates "I know Dad I know"

open the door and got in the limo to see Raya, Kiki, and Raya's brother Kaito and..Kyubey..right on Kiki's shoulder..I was stunned for a minute. Does Kaito not see him?.."um, hey, guy" I said to them I was still concerned about the whole thing

I got in the car and then leaned over to Raya, whispering in her ears, "Can your brother not see him.." I was concerned for a second. "People who don't have magical potential cannot see me, so therefore, yeah, Kaito does not see me." I was frozen when I heard Kyubey's voice in my mind

Kyubey had telepathy!? Great, now my mind isn't even saved "Hey, is your friend OK?" I heard Kaito ask, looking at his sister Raya. "Yeah, she's fine, brother, she's just...umm spacing out, yeah, just spacing out."

Yep, definitely not going to be normal "Oh, by the way, Kaito, if you like, we can drop you off at karate class first,"Kiki said smiling "That will be great, thank you," Kaito said, replying, "By the way, what are you girls doing?" Kaito said, looking at us Raya immediately sweated 

"oh, you know, girl stuff, girl, things those kinds of, "I replied, trying my best not to blow this whole covered thing. Kiki was trying her best to keep "if you say so," he replied; I'm surprised that actually went through him.

"Let me out, let me out"

"When I heard those words, I immediately turned around. I thought I heard someone or something. It sounded like my own voice, but I couldn't even tell anymore. might just be my mind playing tricks on me.

I looked around for a couple of seconds. "Did you guys hear that?" Kiki and Raya then nod their head no at me I swear, I thought I heard something. We dropped Kaito off as we waited in the car for a bit. We were going to head to an abandoned building so no one could see us

Narrative pov:

 "so this is the place, huh?" Mira looked around as she said that. "Kiki said we should practice in an open space where no one could see us and suggested this would be the best area." replied Raya with an uplifting smile

"So how is this going to work exactly," Mira said as she looked at her friends Kiki then took out soul gem "All you have to do is hit the target," Kiki said Raya and Mira just looked at her, confused as they watched her transform to her magical girl self

"With what exactly it's just an emp-" Before Raya could continue saying anything else a web cocoon immediately formed in front of her "right i forgot her power was Web manipulation," Raya said kyubey decided to sit on the sidelines and watch

"OK, that should be an easy target. All you have to do is hit the cocoon with your weapon."Kiki said smiling at Mira to give her a go Mira give a confident look well, at least her best at it and  take out her soul gem

She then took out her wand and ran towards it, hitting it a bunch of times each time, there was a different weapon that would materialize. The first one was a sword, the  second a hammer a spear, a trident, anything you can imagine

Raya's eyes sparkled, seeing the potential Kiki looked concerned magical girl was supposedly only to have one weapon. Why does Mira have multiple of them? Despite Kiki being curious, they were unaware of an orange messy hair Girl with a side ponytail watching them.

Even with a bit of practice, Mira had some times where she was falling missing and she even lost her weapon. She was definitely going to need some practice if she was going to defeat witches from now on.

The three girls decided to take a break for now since Mira kept hearing some voices. She was staring out the window. Kiki, however, went up to her. "You ok?" She asked in a concerned voice, "Yeah, I am fine, I guess.." Mira sign as she looked down

 "Are you sure you look like you're in a bit of distress? "Kiki said, tilting her head. Mira looks back at her. Mira simply smiles at her. "You know me I'm always in distress." she just smiled, trying to hide what she's been going through.

Kiki looked at Mira with expression, knowing something was up, but before she could do anything else, a sickle was thrown at her. Raya immediately got in the way as her arm stretched out, using her axe to block it.

"Well at least one of you came prepared" The sickles with chains around it, pulled it back straight to the orange, messy-haired girl's hand as she crunched on a pocky in her mouth"I was just expecting it to hit you, maybe some of you do have decent training "

Mira was surprised for a minute. Kiki put her guard up, and Raya was just grinning her teeth. Did another magical girl seriously try to attack them? The orange, messy-haired girl had a somewhat bored expression, eyeing them.

The orange hair messy girl was standing on yellow tiles that look like coins in air playing around with her hook "might as well introduce myself name Jiko we might see each other more then once sooo..." she immediately launched the hook once again

Mira being the first to come in contact with the hook immediately panicked and took out her wand, which became a shield. Mira signing she felt a bit of relief crossing her she smiled. She might not know how to use the weapon correctly, but she hoped she's doing right. "Look I did it.!"Mira said

Kiki  panicked along with Raya their face is trying to tell Mira something as they waved their hand she was confused for a minute, but when she looked back, she noticed that. Jiko was above the shield, swinging her sickle around. "You know what never mind" Mira said.

Approximately two seconds later, the three girls were latched out in a pile of smoke Raya landing on her feet and launching back in. Kiki landed on her feet as well and immediately summoned a web to catch Mira in. "thank you, Kiki"

Raya Immediately bounced back into action as her axe clashes with the sickle Jiko "why do you keep coming back?"jiko said she seemed to have a bit of a temper, not liking someone very persistent.Raya simply smile back."What can I say? I'm just cocky like that"

Jiko simply granted her teeth "your also a pain in the head" Jiko said getting frustrated with each passing second

Mira got back up Kiki got her grenades out just in case Raya needs back up Mira grunted when she heard that little voice in her head again like she wanted it to help her and she doesn't even know who it's from.

kyubey pov:

These might be the right girls after all everything has gotten successful their relationship stats. Maybe they'll be the ones to defeat the council they just need a bit of preparation. I need to find two more members.and then they can stop her whole heaven an- ..

Wait a minute..I noticed two figures running in the distance we already after them I need to warn them But before I could even run, something grabbed my tail "long time no see kyubey"the funeral witch tilted her hat at me she was spinning me around on my tail

"Nice to see you too Homulilly"I blinked at her as I said that "I'm guessing those , two figures were Oktavia and Ophelia" she continued, twirling me around "smart as always Incubator" Homulilly labyrinth immediately started forming under her and all around her. 

Mira pov:

We were still fighting Jiko I was trying to figure out how to control this thing it keeps shaping and..this girl has some serious anger issues..Wait, what's happening to the ground below us 

I felt stunned for a minute in fact, everyone was done Kiki and Raya too labyrinth jiko  was concerned why would a witches labyrinth spawn out of everything? I didn't even see any grief seeds nearby

Get your guard up they're here

That voice again what do they mean? They're here "you know originally I was just planning to get the grief seeds from you guys, but something tells me we have a bigger issue" jiko said  A couple seconds later, a bunch of swords appear around us

I looked up from where it came from, and I saw some thing that scared me. It looked like some sort of knight.and a weird candle ....I have a feeling I and also my friends may be in trouble

To be continued

Finally, after all these years chapter 3, finished. after this I need a break I felt sick most of my days and it's also summertime for me right I will post chapter 4 some point but right now I just need a break. Hope that isn’t too much to ask.

[thedisneychef]

Can Any Cake Recipe Be Made In A Bundt Pan

Hello friends! Have you ever been curious if any cake recipe can be made in a Bundt pan? Well, I'm here to tell you that the answer is yes. With just a few minor adjustments, it's easy to make your favorite cakes in a Bundt pan and get delicious results every time. In this article, I'll walk you through what those adjustments are so you can start baking amazing Bundts today! Maybe You Also Like: - Can Any Cake Recipe Be Made Into Cupcakes - Can Any Cake Recipe Be Used For Cupcakes - Can Any Bread Recipe Be Made In A Bread Machine Choose The Right Cake Recipe Yes, almost any cake recipe can be made in a bundt pan - it just might require some adjustments. Before you begin baking, consider the type of cake batter and how well it will hold up when baked in a different shape. If you’re working with a light sponge or angel food cake, for example, your cake needs to have enough structure to hold its shape after being transferred from one bakeware alternative to another. 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If you're baking a dense or thick batter, like pound cakes, you'll want to use a stirring technique called “cutting-in” which involves running a spoon through the mixture in an up and down motion while moving it around in circles. This type of stirring not only helps combine ingredients but also adds more air into the batter - another key factor when baking with Bundt pans! Lastly, don't forget to let the finished cake cool before removing it from its pan; this will ensure that all those added liquids won't cause any issues during removal. Frequently Asked Questions What Is The Best Way To Store A Bundt Cake? The best way to store a bundt cake depends on the type of icing you use. If you used an icing that contains dairy products, it should be stored at refrigerator temperatures. If there is no dairy in your recipe, then room temperature storage will work fine. However, if you are planning to keep the cake longer than three days, storing it in the fridge is still recommended even for non-dairy iced cakes. To preserve moisture and flavor, place the cake in an airtight container or wrap it with plastic wrap before refrigerating. Is It Possible To Use A Bundt Cake For Baking A Cheesecake? Yes, it is possible to use a bundt cake for baking cheesecake! Although the taste and texture will differ from those of traditional cheesecakes in terms of variations, you can still achieve delicious results with some experimentation. The flavour may be slightly different due to the shape and size of the pan, but that doesn't mean it won't taste amazing. You'll just need to adjust your baking times accordingly depending on how big or small your cake ends up being. Plus, by using a bundt pan you get an interesting presentation which makes it look extra special! How Can I Make Sure The Cake Doesn't Stick To The Pan? When baking with a bundt pan, it's important to make sure the cake doesn't stick. To achieve this, use the right greasing technique for your recipe and pan shape. For example, if you're using a traditional round or fluted bundt pan, grease with butter or margarine and flour—coat the entire inside of the pan evenly. This will give you an easier release once baked! Is It Necessary To Line The Pan With Parchment Paper? Yes, it is necessary to line a bundt pan with parchment paper before baking any cake recipe. This helps prevent the cake from sticking in the pan and makes for an easier clean-up process post-baking. Additionally, using parchment paper can help reduce the temperature of your bake since parchment paper has insulation properties which will keep some heat away from your cake allowing it to cook evenly. To ensure that no part of the cake sticks to the sides, make sure you use enough cake flour when dusting or spraying the inside of your pan - this ensures that all areas are properly covered! Is It Possible To Use A Bundt Pan To Make A Layer Cake? Yes, it is possible to use a bundt pan to make a layer cake. Depending on the size of your pan and type of cake you are baking, you may need to adjust the baking time. Also, consider different icing techniques for applying the frosting between layers or coating the outside of your final product. If you choose to go with a cream cheese filling or something heavier than buttercream, be sure that your bundt pan has walls tall enough so as not to overflow when baked. Conclusion In conclusion, baking with a Bundt pan is an easy and convenient way to make cakes. Yes, almost any cake recipe can be made in a Bundt pan - layer cakes included! However, it's important to follow the right steps when using one of these pans. Be sure to use parchment paper or spray oil generously so that your cake doesn't stick to the pan, and store the finished product properly. With proper care and preparation, you'll have no problem creating beautiful Bundt cakes for years to come! If you're looking for more delicious recipes to try, be sure to check out The Disney Chef's recipe categories! Whether you're in the mood for something sweet like a cake recipe, something savory like a chicken or pork recipe, or something fresh like a vegetable or seafood recipe, there's something for everyone. And if you're a meat-lover, don't forget to check out the beef recipes category for hearty and satisfying meals. With so many options to choose from, you're sure to find a new favorite recipe to add to your collection. Read the full article

[hiraya-rawr]

Everything Feels New in Mortal Form (SAGAU)

cw: ...sfw masochism? crack....... dumb ditzy reader. im sleep deprived okay (._. )

Creator!Reader descending to Teyvat in human form, excited to experience everything there is about mortal life because what better way to be a divine ruler than to know what your own people go through?

Creator!Reader who never had a physical form before because in their heavenly realm, they existed more as a spiritual, magical whisp or something. So everything is new and exciting.

Creator!Reader who wobbles their first few steps when they landed in Windrise, unsure of how to use your legs and muscles. Venti had to catch you as you tripped and you laughed — you quickly learn how much you love the sound of laughter.

You shiver with every gust of wind, your body having never built a resistance to the cold. When Diluc notices and humbly offers you his coat, his gloved hands brushing your shoulders as he places it on, you notice how warm the pyro user is.

You clasp his hands in yours, looking up at him saying "So this is what warmth feels like! It's so comforting!" as you place his hand on your cheek. Poor Diluc, his face turns the same color as his hair. He quietly thanks whatever gifted him a pyro vision.

Clinging onto Diluc and Amber as you relish in the newfound experience of warmth. Klee also becomes your cuddle buddy, just hugging Klee as she sits on your lap, talking about dodoco! What convenient walking furnaces!

Alternatively, you also learn to enjoy the cold in hot summer days by glomping Kaeya. He chuckles and holds back on a teasing comment. You hope they'll start to treat you more as a friend eventually — after all, that was your purpose of descending.

Creator reader who genuinely loves the feeling of feeling! You want to experience everything and oh, when you discovered pain—

It was an accident, really. Zhongli was just so tall so when he stood next to your sitting form, arranging tea for you, his elbow knocked on your forehead.

He's panicking and profusely apologizing as you clutch your comically bruising head. He's offering to get you some ice, or perhaps ointment when you look up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Do that again!"

Archons, poor Zhongli, he thought of it as some heavenly punishment. Was this a test? Retribution for his unforgivable sin? Must he be forced to hurt you, his most revered being, as the price for his-

"How unique! Is this what pain feels like? It hurts very much!"

Zhongli's stuttering as he realizes how you genuinely want to experience pain. He's holding onto you before you try and lunge yourself off a staircase.

"Your holiness, please don't do this to my old heart-"

Creator Reader — now a masochist!creator!reader — discovers how pain can be caused by a number of things and now everyone's overly cautious of what you do.

Kokomi and Barbara panicking because you cut your fingers while cooking and they're trying to heal you but you're messing with the cut, talking about how much it hurts.

"Y-your holiness! If it hurts, please let us heal you already!!"

Following Xiao when he goes off to Dragonspine. You notice how he scoops a pile of freshly settled snow, chomping into it.

Your eyes glimmer with an idea, taking your hand to scoop a big pile of snow and biting into it—

"Ah! It's so cold in my stomach-"

Zhongli promptly scolds you and Xiao, he's frantic as he explains stomach aches and unhealthy diets. Xiao nods attentively while you try your best to understand, but all you can think of is how ice would taste even better mixed with syrup!

"Your holiness, are you listening?"

"Yes grandpa!"

Dear archons, please help the geo archon.

masterlist || continuation (elemental reactions)

note: if any of you have a brainrot with this concept, please don't hesitate to share because I love this dumb ditzy creator version but im too tired to think right now hahah

[httpdabi]

Again

Genre: smut

Summary: Touya-now a well known tattoo artist and once your best friend you had a fling with. what will happen once the two of you meet again?

,,This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this’’

Word count:6.4K

Warnings: 18+ (minors eat shit), creampie, unprotected sex, rough, praising, dom!Dabi, semi public place, fingering..

,,I know laughing about someone’s nose isn’t okay, but look at this.’’ Nejire shoved her phone into your face, ignoring the slight uncomfortableness written over your face. Not surprised, you saw a face of a girl she hated.

,,She’s breathing air in HD’’ You commented, making Nejire giggle a little. Sometimes you felt bad gossiping people. Some of them you knew, and some of them you only saw on the streets. But in your defense, everyone needs someone in their life to gossip with.

Crossing your legs, you took a sip of your almost finished coffee. The shop you visit daily wasn’t so known and somehow you were thankful for that. It was like your hidden gem you didn’t wanna share with the rest of the world. The coffee they made was simply the best, you asked yourself many times if it’s about the sweet hazelnut syrup or if they simply made it with love, that made it taste so good.

,, Can you move Francy to the side, I wanna put my legs up’’ Nejire asked, shoving the Aloevera plant you bought few hours ago.

,, What Francy? This is Cindy’’ you complained, moving the plant on the floor.

You weren’t sure what took over you, but since you started living alone you were getting more and more plants. You were surprised that even watering them wasn’t a problem for you. When you used to love with your parents, you couldn’t force yourself even to keep a damn cactus alive.

At your surprise, Nejire hat to leave, as she received a call from her mom to pick up her cousin from school. Pissed off that she couldn’t even finish off her coffee in peace, she left, leaving you in the small cafe all alone.

For you it wasn’t a problem to have a coffee in your own company, in fact, you loved to do that from time to time, especially when it’s peaceful and there is not much going around. Usually you would bring a book with you, or your iPad to read or write, but since you were left on your own unplanned, you had only your phone and your mind to keep you company.

Looking around, the small tattoo shop grabbed your attention. Every time you would come to grab a coffee you would think about getting a new tattoo, yet every time you would simply brush it off manipulating yourself into thinking how you need money for more important things. You would convince yourself how the shop is unpopular anyway, since the location wasn’t really the best one. But you couldn’t say much about it, since you couldn’t really say how much costumers it has.

Opening the banking app on your phone, you realised that you had more than enough money to get few tattoos, and that avoiding it was just unnecessary. Having enough of yourself, you paid the coffee and made your way toward the small tattoo shop.

Pushing the door, you froze as you saw a very familiar face standing on the chair, fixing the light bulb. Not sure if you should turn around and leave with Cindy in your hands, or get inside fully, you just stood there confused. Since when is Dabi working at this shop and how come you didn’t see him at all?

,, Hii, come in’’ Dabi said casually, paying much more attention to the lightbulb than to you.

You knew Dabi since you were a child, he was that little boy that used to live in your neighbourhood. The two of you, and few other kids used to play until the very evening. There wasn’t any phones or tablets back than, and the sign to go home was the sun that was going down, telling you all that the day is over.

The two of you had a special connection. He was the one that was always on your side if other boys were messing around. If you were playing in teams, you and Dabi would always be one. It was very known how other girls were jealous of you, wanting to play with him too, but Dabi would shove them off every time.

how in love you were with him.

It was indeed your first crush, making it hard for you to ever forget him.

You will never forget the day you waited for him to get out and play. The faces were changing, but the one you were searching for never showed up. Hour after hour and day after day. You realised that your crush vanished from the small street you were living in.

Oh how heartbroken you were when you finally understood that he moved out with his mom. For you it was the end of the world, and you refused to go out and play with other children. Back then, his parents were on the edge of the divorce, and in one night it simply happened. His mother had enough, packing her and Touya’s stuff and leaving nothing else but memories in the house of Enji Todoroki.

Months passed before you met Touya again, and once you did, you didn’t ask him where he was, all that was important to you was that he is there again. Even til this day, you still aren’t sure if your mother noticed the change in your behaviour, and tried to meet with Rei so you could see him, or if she simply was so good with her.

Everything was changing as years were passing. You were always in contact with Touya, but the two of you went different directions in your life. The breaking point of your friendship happened on the collage party where the both of you got so drunk. One thing led to another and you found yourself spreading your legs for him.

The two of you talked after that, but every time you would meet him, it felt like there was something in the air. It felt like every word you had to say was choking you.

So it all stopped. And now, after two years, you were once again facing your dearest friend Touya Todoroki.

,,Oh, doll. ‘’ He added once he took a better look of you, realising who’s actually standing on the door. Stepping inside, you slowly closed the door behind you.

,, Hi’’ You muttered, playing with the pinkish rubber band around your wrist.

,, Oh, don’t act all shy around me now, come here’’ Dabi smiled, slowly jumping of the chair as he made his way toward you, giving you one big and warm hug.

It was scary how some things never changed, like for example, the way he smelled. The strong Parfum would always leave a mark on you, making you feel like you smell exactly like him. Or the way he would hug you, grabbing your shoulders as he would embrace your whole body with his arms, placing his chin on top of your head, moving you slightly from side to side.

,, How have you been?’’ He asked, arms still wrapped around your body.

,, I’ve been fine, and you? ‘’ You replied awkwardly, unsure if you should also wrap your arms around him or just place your hands on his shoulders.

,, also fine, can’t complain’’ Dabi said, slowly pushing his body away from yours, but still holding one of your arms. ,, Wait, sit here, and I’ll go grab us coffee, okay?’’ He demanded, pushing you lightly to the couch on the small waiting area, not giving you a chance to protest or even say that you already had your coffee just a minute ago.

Once again you were left on your own, even tho it was just for short time. Placing your hands between your legs, you took a good look around the room. It was giving a dark vibe, yet it was still welcoming, and unique in some ways. The massive painting of some historical guy you maybe saw once in your life in a book, was hanging on a dark grey wall. Maybe if you didn’t fail your history class, you would know who it was, but it really didn’t matter.

There were some green plants around, and dried flowers in a clear bottle, which made the atmosphere more warm in your opinion. The heavenly smell of white lotus and orchids made you lost for a second, before you heard the door open.

Thousand questions were spinning around your head. Dabi was well known tattoo artist, and seeing him in this small and not so known shop was simply weird to you. The shop he used to work in was definitely in the top 10 tattoo shops in your city.

Every now and then you would stalk his instagram account, and every time you would see his work, you wished you were brave enough to send him a message and ask for an appointment. It was simply stunning, and the huge count of followers he has agreed with you. On every post he had thousands likes and comments, praising his good work and his beautiful looks.

Even tho it wasn’t your place, from time to time you would check out the people he follows, and oh, how better you felt once you realised that he only follows some other tattoo artists and no girls. Yes, that’s a little weird, but what could you do ? In your Defense, you didn’t do it so often.

,, hazelnut cappuccino for you’’ Dabi said, placing the cup in front of you. ,, And one cold brew for me’’ he added, as he sat next to you, giving you no space to move.

,, Thank you’’ You smiled softly, the fact that he was sitting so close to you was making you nervous, and the way you played with the rubber band around your wrist was probably showing you off.

,, Since when are you working here ?’’ You asked, as the perfume he was wearing took the smell of lotus and orchids, but it’s not like you complained.

,, Few days ago’’ He replied, cup in one hand, and his arm around your shoulders.

,, Why ?’’ You asked curiously.

,, I know the owner of this shop, so he begged me to come here, and honestly the pay is much better.’’ He admitted, taping your shoulder with his hand every now and then. ,, Also, the atmosphere here is much better, it’s not as stressful’’ he added.

,, How do you mean stressful?’’ You asked once again, enjoying the warmth of his body so close to you, and the taste of the coffee he bought you.

,, Well, I couldn’t take a 15 minutes break or a day off. Too many costumers and the boss was a money thirsty Whore’’ he answered, as he took a sip of his cold brew. You wanted to ask him why doesn’t he open his own studio, but you didn’t want him to know that you’re stalking his page sometimes.

,, Anyway, you came here for a reason? Tattoo or piercing ?’’ He asked casually, looking at you.

,, Yeah, i wanted to get a new tattoo for a long time now.’’ You shared. ,, But somehow I always found a reason not to come in and ask for an appointment’’ you added, placing the cup on the small table again.

,, Well, I’m glad you didn’t ask before’’ Dabi confessed. ,, Do you have any ideas ?’’ He added. Nodding your head, you took your phone and found the small Sketches you made. The first one was cherry blossom flower and tulip tied together with a small bow, and the second one was simply your favourite word with the meaning you love so much.

,, What size do you want it ?’’ He asked, taking your phone away from you as he zoomed in, to take a better look of the flowers.

,, I don’t know, not too big and not too small’’ you replied, trying to show him the size with your fingers.

,, Wanna do it now ? ‘’ he asked, rising his brow at you. Shoving all the thoughts away, you nodded your head. You don’t get a chance like this every day.

,, Great. Mind if I correct the sketches a little bit ?’’ He asked, as he stood up.

,, Not at all’’ you smiled, as he took his stencil paper and everything else he needs. He told you to send the illustration you did on his instagram, thankfully he told you his username, so you didn’t have to act around.

It took him around 10 minutes to fix it and do all the work, and for you those 10 minutes never passed as fast. You were absorbing every movement from him. The way he was concentrated, the way he ruffed his white hair. The way he did simply anything made you feel some way.

,, Done’’ he said. ,, Come here doll’’ Dabi added, waving his hand as he gave you a sign to move your ass. Standing up, you slowly made your way towards him, standing behind him as he showed you the final design. He didn’t change much, adding just a litte touch up, as one more tulip and so on.

The fact that you will have a tattoo designed by both of you made your heart skip a bit. Dabi wasn’t just anyone in your life, so for you the tattoo had even bigger meaning now that he also added his own work.

,,Let’s go’’ he said happily, As he collected the papers, leading the way in one small room in the back.

The flower design was on your right hand, and the word between your collarbones. Once the stencil dried out, you laid down, placing your hand on a black holder, making it easier for him to get his work done.

You didn’t know what had your attention more, the feeling of the needle stabbing trough your skin, or the feeling of his hand holding your arm still. Even tho he had gloves, it felt like his touch was burning you alive. the concentrated look on his face, and the way he asked you if everything is alright or if you need a break, it made you thankful that you were laying down, because you were more than sure that your legs would give up on you.

,, I didn’t think you would have such a high pain tolerance’’ Dabi said, cleaning up the ink.

,, I don’t know, I find the feeling of that needle kinda enjoyable’’ you admitted, focused on him and the way he did his work. Small oh escaped his lips, as he smirked.

,, Did you watch YOU?’’ Dabi asked casually about the popular Netflix drama.

,, No, why ? I heard that it’s good’’ You said, taking a deep breath as he worked on one long line, making it more painful a bit.

,, Oh please, I thought it was good until the first episode’’ He muttered, making you laugh.

Once the tattoo was done, Dabi moved to the second one immediately. Since the tattoo was on your chest, he had to get much closer to you. Once he placed his hand beside the tattoo, the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

The tension between the two of you was getting heavier every second, and the two of you were giving your best to ignore it. Instead of focusing on him, you were looking up in the ceiling, following the thin LED strip that was placed on the edges.

Feeling his breath so close to your skin, made you close your eyes, trying to think on anything else.

,,One second, I gotta change angles for the left side of the piece’’ Dabi said, leaning more over you than before. Thankfully the tattoo was small, so it wouldn’t take much time till he’s done.

,,This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this’’ He whispered, loud enough for you to hear. The moment he said those words, you froze. You weren’t sure if he actually knew what he was doing to you.

After he said that, every moment he did was even more intense for you than it was before. The needle you once felt a bit, was unnoticeable now, and the only thing you felt on your skin was his hot breath.

Once the tattoos were done, you felt like the breath that was stuck in your throat was finally freed. The moment he moved away from you, you didn’t know if you already miss his touch and the weight of his body on yours or if you were glad it was done.

,,It’s stunning’’ you commented honestly. The lines were clear and think and the small details were just perfect.

,, I’m glad you like it’’ he smiled. ,, Mind if I take a pic ?’’ He asked, already having a phone in his right hand. Nodding your head, you let him touch you once more, placing your arm in perfect position as he snapped few photos of it.

Once the two of you were again in the waiting room, you took your wallet, asking him how much the tattoos are.

,, oh baby, put that wallet away, this was on me’’ he said, once again placing one arm around your shoulders.

That day, Touya Todoroki once again occupied your mind, the only thing you could think of were his words. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this. These words made you zoom out of the reality as they threw you back in that leather chair. Every time you would think of it, you would find yourself again in that shop, your body under his as he tattooed you.

The following days weren’t anything better, the only thing that was on your mind was him, his touch and nothing else. The memories you hid somewhere deep in your mind, were jumping back one by one, and you couldn’t stop them.

Deciding to take a small walk instead of driving home with the subway, the music on your phone stopped, as you felt it vibrate. Taking it out of your pocket, you saw a familiar name on the screen. Kiri’s face popped up on the small screen of your phone, giving you one huge smile.

,, What do you need ? Mom and dad didn’t give you enough money again?’’ You teased, since every time your little bro needed something, you were the first person he would call.

,, Shut up, you have to see my new room’’ he said all excited. In that moment you face slapped yourself mentally. You were so busy thinking about Touya, that you forgot that your little brother was finally moving out of your parents house.

Kiri was showing you the extremely small and overpriced room. You told him million times how he should search more and wait until he finds a suitable apartment for himself, but since all his friends already moved out, he had to do it too.

,, Bro, Harry Potter had more space than you’’ you smiled, looking at the toilet looking room, with nothing else but walls and one bed.

,, Oh shut up, it’s just enough for me’’ he rolled his eyes. The room was small, but you could find ways to decorate it so he would have more space in it. After all, most of the apartments in the city he moved in were almost the same as his one.

,, At least you can’t fall out of bed’’ you laughed, and instead of having a reply, he just hang up on you, which made you laugh even louder, looking like a maniac on wide sidewalk.

Being a good sister was hard for you, you tried to be a best version of yourself, to show your brother that he can actually learn from you and lean on you. There were billion of moments where you were hurt, but you tried to hide that in front of him, trying to teach him the best way how to deal with damage other people can bring you.

Scrolling your instagram, you walked slowly, giving yourself a little bit time to breath in the nice weather. It took you some time to realise that you got a little notification popping up, from no one else than your childhood best friend Dabi.

From DAB1,, Wanna grab some coffee ?’’

The small text you got from him wasn’t something you expected. You also didn’t expect to see the small red dot beside the Heart, showing you how he actually also followed you. Confused yet happy, you replied immediately.

To DAB1: ,, Sure. When and where ?’’

The message you sent him was opened the same second you sent it, giving you the impression that he didn’t even close your chat. It looked like he was waiting for your reply.

From DAB1: ,, Now, in Tamaris’’

Did he know that Tamaris was the cafe you usually spent your time in or was it just a coincidence? Was that also his favourite cafe ? If so, how come you never saw him there ? All those questions were in your silly little head, as you turned around rushing to the small cafe.

Every step you took felt heavier than anything else on this planet. Were you still so deeply in love with Touya ? If not, why did you feel so uneasy with ever second, why did you feel so nervous with every meter that was bringing you closer to him?

And there he was, sitting on the small terrace, one cigarette in his hand, cup of cold brew on the table, and his phone in his other hand. Some girls that were sitting near were giggling around, trying to get his attention. Yet he showed no interest, acting as if they don’t exist.

,,Hi’’ you greeted him, giving him one soft smile. Standing up, he hugged you comfortably, holding you in his embrace for a few long seconds before letting you go. If stares could kill, you would be long dead. The two girls that were checking him out few minutes ago were ready to throw hands. But who gives a fuck? You sure don’t.

,, Your usual coffee?’’ Dabi asked, as he forced you to sit down, insisting on getting drinks for you.

,, Yes’’ You nodded your head. ,,Actually, I think I’ll have wine tonight’’ you changed your mind fast. Touya made a surprised face before he made his way to the bartender to order the drinks.

It was nice spending time with him again, especially now that both of you were mature. Now that you could see some stuff differently than before.

It’s not like you were obsessing over him. You had boyfriends. You had your up and down’s. But there was something about your relationship with Touya that made him so memorisable. Even if you wanted, you simply could never erase him from your mind.

A part of him would always be with you, friends or not.

The two of you had the same Humor, and same interests, same taste in music, similar style. The two of you were so similar, yet so different.

,,Those girls are lowkey flirting with you’’ you nodded your head toward’s their direction, as you sipped on your wine. The girl was giving her best to look attractive as she tried to wink at him. Touya nodded his head, saying how he noticed. Things like that happen daily in his life, so one girl like this wasn’t anything new to him.

As she was winking, the glued fake eyelash betrayed her as one side of it was hanging. The two of you tried to ignore it, but the way she was looking at him made it all worst and the fact that her friend simply let her embarrass herself didn’t make it any better.

,, Oh God, this was terrible’’ Touya gasped once the girls paid their drinks leaving the small cafe.

,, The eyelash was a paid actor’’ You said giggling as you looked at the girls one last time. Taking one cigarette out of the package, he laughed lightly.

,, Are your parents still living in the same house ?’’ Touya asked randomly.

,, Yes, but the neighbourhood completely changed. ‘’ you answered.

,, Oh, I still remember your room. We used to play Spider-Man there’’ Touya laughed. Every time he would visit you, he had to exclaim how much your room ugly is. It was too girly for his taste.

,, Didn’t we play Spider-Man in your house back then?’’ You asked confused.

,, We played Spider-Man everywhere’’ he replied making you laugh. The small flashbacks you had made you laugh even more. The way the two of you used to play was simply so silly, yet so cute. He used to be Spider-Man while you would be his Mary Jane.

,,Oh do you remember Twice ?’’ Dabi asked excitedly.

,, Twice ?’’ You asked him back a little confused.

,, Yes, that’s how we all called him’’ He stated, puffing on his cigarette. For a second you got lost looking at him. For some reason he looked just so beautiful with a cigarette between his lips.

,, That name is telling me something’’ Trying to remember, you looked away from him, since you couldn’t focus fully.

,, The guy that always looked so fancy, always had so much more toys then rest of us’’ he added hoping you’ll finally remember.

,,OHH I knowww! ‘’ You screamed. How could you forget Twice. Even tho he was a little selfish, he always gave you his toys when you played alone. ,, He looked like he payed his bills already’’ you added jokingly, making Touya laugh loudly.

,,True, he had no business lookin like that’’ Touya said laughing

The two of you had few glasses, you weren’t sure if the wine was simply that amazing, or it just tastes divine because Touya was there with you. It was weird how just one person can make everything seem so much more beautiful. It felt like everything was better with him.

,, Doll, you have any piercings ?’’ He asked.

,, Not really, but I wanted to get one for a long time now’’ you replied, and looking at his face expressions you knew wehre it’s leading. There was no need for him to say anything, he stood up, and you followed him immediately like a lost puppy. And it was just as you thought, holding your hand, he was leading the way toward the small Tattoo studio across the street. He unlocked the door, not turning the lights on, the two of you made your way toward the small room in the back.

Once again you found yourself sitting on the black leather lounger, only to not know what was waiting for you this time. You asked yourself many times, how is it possible that you were enjoying the feeling of needle when it came to tattooing, yet now that you were about to get a piercing you felt your hands sweating so much. Maybe the thought about the needle literally making a hole into you terrified you.

,, You scared doll?’’ Touya asked noticing how nervous you are.

,, A little bit, yes’’ you admitted, there was no need to act all brave and lie.

,, Don’t worry, this pain is just temporary. Few seconds and it goes away’’ he comforted you, as he prepared the needle. You weren’t sure what he had planned and yet you trusted him fully.

,, Tongue out’’ was all he said as he placed all the prepared stuff on the small table beside you. You did as he said, holding the edges of the lounger. Touya sat in front of you, taking some of his stuff to clean your tongue.

,, Don’t close your mouth doll’’ he commanded, as he was about to spray it with some liquid, stopping himself in a moment as he realised that he forgot the small marking pen.

It didn’t take him so long to find it, yet it was just enough time for you to start drooling with your tongue out. You tried to mumble his name out, to give him a sign that you need a napkin, but you failed miserably. Touya’s dick twitched inside his pants once he turned around and saw you all confused with your own saliva dripping down your chin.

Sitting in front of you once again, he gave himself the right to take a good look of you like that. Your tongue was still out as he grabbed your chin with his hand moving your face a bit to the side, wanting to mark the perfect spot on your tongue. You couldn’t notice that his eyes got darker, you couldn’t notice the small yet so big difference in his look. The only thing you could notice was the saliva that was dropping down, making you blush because of the embarrassment.

Touya couldn’t hold it anymore, placing the pen to the side, his grip on your chin grew stronger as he turned your face to the side, forcing you to face him like that. Touya looked at your whole face firstly, absorbing every bit of you. His eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes slowly. You weren’t really sure what was going on, but with his hand around your chin, and your saliva over his hand, you almost realised that the position you two were in, was way too erotic.

So lost in his touch, you didn’t even realise that Touya didn’t wear any gloves. He played with the saliva before he put two of his fingers in your mouth. Suck was all that he said. Without thinking twice you did exactly what he asked you to. Closing your eyes, you closed your mouth, your lips hiding his fingers softly, as you moved your tongue slowly around.

You were so turned on by him that you couldn’t feel any shame. If it was someone else, you would probably send him to hell. But not him, not your Touya.

,, Good girl’’ Touya praised you, his eyes half closed as he gave his best not to rip your clothes apart and fuck you there without any foreplay.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he cupped your face with his hands, as he connected his lips with your own and oh god, how you felt in that moment. His lips were softer than you could remember, it felt like they were made for only you and nothing else.

Pecking your lips few times, Touya was taking his time with you, enjoying every second. Oh how much he missed you, how much he missed your gentle touches.

The piercing you were about to get was long forgotten, once he started placing soft kisses around your jaw towards your neck. Softly sucking it and biting it, all you could do is tilt your head to the side and give him more space to cover with the love bites.

Touya slowly started pushing you down onto the lounger, hovering over your body as his right hand found it’s way under your shirt, pushing your bra up immediately playing with your left nipple. Pinching and twisting it gently. His hand moves slowly down your body, lifting up your skirt, his fingers twist around the waistband of your underwear, playing with it.

You didn‘t know if you should focus on his hands or his soft lips abusing your neck. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you placed your hand on his shoulders. The moment you moaned, you could feel him smirk. You felt him harden in his jeans, as he pushed harder against your hips, still playing around with your panties.

,,Doll, are you sure about that‘‘ Toyua asks in between the kisses, laughing a little once he realises that you ain’t even able to talk properly, only nodding your head.

,, I‘m going to do whatever i want to you‘‘ he warned, looking you directly in the eyes. Once again you nod your head desperately, not able to find any words at all. Not wasting any time, he pushed your underwear to the side, chuckling lowly as his eyes got a shade darker than before.

,, You‘re so drenched‘‘ He said, slowly tracing his middle finger between your lips and over your clit. Just the sight of you with your skirt up and panties pushed to the side was driving him crazy. He was growing impatient, not wanting to undress you anymore at all. All he wanted was to be inside of you already.

You closed your eyes once you felt his finger entering you slowly. Touya was looking down, as he slowly started moving his finger in and out of you. Lost in the moment, you tried to lean back onto something, almost falling down from all the pleasure he was giving you. Adding another finger, it felt a little more painful, but still pleasurable.

His moves were slow, yet rhythmical, moving just in a way that made you feel like you‘re lost in his touch, rubbing every part of your insides just perfectly.

Touya suddenly stopped his movements, placing soft kisses on your stomach, going all the way down your tights. The way he looked at you, his head between your tights almost made you cum. You whimpered pathetically once you felt Touya‘s tongue run up along your tight to your throbbing pussy. You couldn’t help but grab his head when you felt him groan. Touya closed his eyes in pleasure once he tasted you, grabbing your legs and keeping you in place, once you started moving around. He moved his tongue, teasing your clit, lapping at your juices as you moan and cry out, desperately wanting to move.

,,Fuck‘‘ you whimper. Touya groans once again sending another round of vibrations through your whole body. It’s like he noticed that your were getting closer, as he stared to eat you out more aggressively. It felt like he simply knew your body, like he knew how to set you off. It felt like he studied you. Touya is looking you, his dick getting harder as you moan loudly, not giving a shit that you are in a semi public place.

You didn’t even try to keep your moans to yourself the moment he brings you to the release, grabbing his hair, now thankful that he was holding your tights in place, since you were pushing them together unintentionally. Pushing your hips up from all the pleasure, Touya chases after you with his lip, making you whimper as he seeks out to stimulate you, smirking widely as you let him do it.

Grabbing onto the edges of the seat, you placed your left hand over your mouth once you feel him teasing your entrance with his middle finger again.

,,Such a good girl for me‘‘ Touya commented, slowly standing up and kissing you softly. Searching for any sign of a discomfort, he pushes his middle finger once again inside you.

,,Touya please‘‘ you found yourself begging for him desperately. ,, I want you to fuck me‘‘ you added breathless and shameless.

,,Oh believe me doll, I‘m going to‘‘ Touya promises. He is looking at you as he moved his fingers slowly, admiring the way you look as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers moving inside you. His gaze is intense, making you feel naked even tho you‘re fully clothed.

Moving you around, he forcefully pushed your body down the lounger. Placing your hands down, you looked back, trying to see what is going on, only to find Touya with his jeans and boxers down, rubbing his cock slowly with his right hand, as he held your panties to the side with his left one.

In that Moment, you wished you could take a picture of him like that. He looked like a fucking sex god.

All the thoughts you had went away, once you felt his head on your entrance. He is holding your hips steadily, as he teased your wet entrances, moving his head around it. You felt all the nerves hit you, as you felt him push his dick inch by inch inside you, slowly opening you up, leaving a slight and sharp string.

You whimper, as he hits a spot inside you. Staying still inside you as he let you adjust his size.

,, You okay doll?‘‘ Touya asks, rubbing your hips slowly, giving you a little comfort you needed. Your head was hanging low, as you were bent down over the lounger. Once you gave him a sign that you are okay, he slowly stated moving, watching how his dick disappears inside you over and over again.

The sound of slapping skin and you moaning his name all over again was taking over his senses. Slowly, he started increasing his speed, grabbing your hair and binding it into a makeshift ponytail as he yanks your head back, and pushing your head behind. The way you were moaning so shamelessly, was telling him that you were feeling good.

Roaming into you, he started biting and sucking onto your neck again. He wanted everyone to know that you are taken. His thrusts were sharp, hitting that spot inside just effortlessly.

,, Oh Fuck Toyua‘‘ you moaned loudly, and hearing you loud enough sets him over the edge. Feeling your tight walls clench around him, he sped up. The way your walls tightened around his dick made him go insane, snapping his hips against your own at animalistic pace. Touya pushed your head and chest foreword against the leather lounger.

,,Oh my god‘‘ you look dazed, but you still moan shamelessly when he hits that spot. You tried to push yourself up unknowingly, driven crazy by his dick, but Touya is having none of that, pushing your chest down the lounger once again as his pace increases.

,,Gotta make sure you’re nice and bred’‘ Touya breaths out. Feeling your pussy Puls around his dick and hearing you moan his name as you creamed all over his dick, he closed his eyes, snapping his hips few more times, holding you down even stronger as he spills his seed inside you with a moan.

Touya moved his hips few more times, fucking his cum deeper into you, before he collapsed on top of you, both of you catching your breath. Being on top of you, Touya turned your head to the side, giving you a soft kiss.

All fucked up like that, you found yourself thinking of what‘s about to happen next? Will the two of you go back on almost not knowing each other again? Will you continue with what’s going on? Will you run away again?

Noticing your confused expression, Touya snapped his hips against your again, making your body twitch form all the overstimulation.

,, Just so you know doll‘‘ he breath out. ,, This time you ain’t going anywhere‘‘ he whispered, snapping his hips once again as he connected his lips with yours.

,, Like i wanted to‘‘ you kissed him back, feeling him smile into the kiss.

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part One of Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,528

Notes: Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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You inhaled the calming aroma of your tea as you looked out into the familiar back yard while your friend Denise puttered around in the kitchen as she made you a snack.

Her mother, Laura, had recently moved out of the house and you came to visit her for the first time since, wanting to give her and her parents some time to adjust before intruding.

Denise was the same age as you and had recently started her university degree at Trinity College. You, on the other hand, attended a different university in Galway which is where you had moved to six months ago with your parents.

For a long time, you and your parents lived across the road from Denise and her parents. You both attended high school together and had become best friends.

Now, your old house was occupied by a new family with their two adorable little children and, whilst they seemed nice, Denise felt somewhat lonely not having a friend live nearby.

Denise had a brother named Liam who was 23 and still lived at home as well. He was only two years older than you and Denise and had always liked you quite a lot.

You, on the other hand, were never really interested in him and when, one night, he kissed you, you stayed away from Denise’s house for a few weeks to avoid the awkwardness.

‘He’s been working out’ you observed as you watched Liam mow the lawns outside. The buzz of the lawn mower got louder as he finished the front and methodically mowed his way around back.

‘Yes, he has been ever since he knew that you would be staying with us for the long weekend’ Denise laughed but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Honestly, I would still prefer watching your dad mowing the lawns Denise, especially if he was shirtless and all sweaty’ you teased, knowing that your comment would get under her skin just as much as her comment about her brother got under yours.

‘Oh god, you are disgusting’ Denise said while her face evidentially turned green.

‘What? Your dad is hot’ you said before asking her where he was.

‘In Manchester, filming the last season of Peaky Blinders. He will be back tonight, unfortunately’ Denise said, enjoying to have the house for herself instead.

‘Oh, so he’s got the haircut?’ you asked somewhat excited, causing your friend to roll her eyes.

‘Yes, the infamous haircut’ she chuckled before you told her again that you thought that her father was quite attractive.

‘I know you have been saying that for years. Yet, it’s still weird and grosses me out’ Denise sighed before reminding you that you have boyfriend who would not appreciate you talking about other men like this.

‘We broke up two weeks ago. He was getting a little too possessive’ you explained before you described your two-month relationship to your friend.

‘Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet there’ Denise said, repeating the age-old break-up response and you nodded, thankful that your friend was there to cheer you up, but still feeling wounded by the whole ordeal.

‘Let’s not hit on my dad though, alright?’ she then laughed and you nodded again in agreement before Denise showed you the guestroom in which you would be staying.

***

At around 9 o’clock the front door of the house opened and you watched Denise and Liam get up to greet their father who had just arrived back home after having been away for three weeks’ straight.

‘I am glad to see that you haven’t trashed the house’ he chuckled and you quickly poked your head into the corridor to say hello.

‘Hey Mr Murphy’ you said with a wide smile when you saw him. He looked incredible, as usual.

‘Jesus, Y/N can you please start calling me Cillian’ he reminded you before greeting you and asking you how you liked Galway. You had known him for a while and he had told you on many occasions that the term ‘Mr Murphy’ made him feel rather old.

After some small talk, you and Denise returned to the living room to give him some time to tune down after having been away.

The two of you curled up on the couch in the living room with popcorn and a cheesy movie, just like old times and, at around 11 o’clock, you both decided that it was time for bed.

After getting changed into your somewhat revealing satin pyjamas, you tippy toed across the hallway into the main bathroom in order to brush your teeth when, suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Cillian stood in front of you with nothing but a white towel wrapped around him.

‘Uhm, I am sorry Mr Murphy…uhm Cillian’ you said with embarrassment, realising that you had almost barged into him but he didn’t seem bothered at all.

‘Don’t worry Y/N, it’s alright. Have a good night’ he said, getting out of the way and you stumbled into the bathroom.

Without closing the door, you starred at him walking down the hallway. How on earth could a man his age look so incredibly good you wondered as your eyes took in his toned body.

When he eventually disappeared into his bedroom and you closed the bathroom door behind you, all you could smell was the scent of the soap he had used mixed with a hint of his aftershave.

You know you shouldn’t think about your friend’s father this way, but you also couldn’t help yourself. After all, you knew that you were one of many women who were attracted to him.

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When you finally went to bed, you felt a familiar tingle between your legs as you thought about Cillian in the shower. The image didn’t leave your mind and you wondered what he would look like without the towel wrapped around him.

With this attractive man on your mind, you slowly slid your fingers down into your panties and began to relieve yourself of the tension that had built up there.

You knew that the master bedroom was right next to yours and the thought of this turned you on even more. You knew he would be lying there, on his bed, possibly half naked.

Both windows were open and he did, indeed, lie there, on his bed, reading a book which is when he heard it, your soft moans and whimpers.

He couldn’t help but swallow harshly, knowing what you were doing right there with only a thin wall between you.

But the thought that he may be able to hear you didn’t stop you as you rubbed little circles around your tingling clit a bit faster until, finally, with one loud moan, you climaxed.

Just as you did, Cillian’s manhood stirred but he wasn’t willing to give in. He had too much self-control and his mind tried hard to focus on the book in his hands rather than the sounds you were making. You were his daughter’s friend and, whilst you were almost 22, this was highly inappropriate.

****

The next morning Cillian jolted awake when the alarm clock on his phone went off and he realised that he had forgotten to turn off the alarm when he returned home after being away filming.

It was only 7 o’clock but, since he was awake now, he climbed out of bed anyway and shuffled his way to his bedroom door. He made his way to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He turned on the light and the shower water in one long movement.

After he got out of the shower and back into his shorts and a t-shirt, he wobbled out of the steamy bathroom into the kitchen where he smelled something burn.

Then, all of a sudden, he froze as he watched you standing there, flipping a pancake with precision on the stove without the use of utensils. You were unaware of his presence and he could even hear the song you were listening to on your phone.

You moved to the beat and Cillian was awestruck. After what he heard you do last night in the guestroom, his jaw dropped a few centimetres every time you rocked with the backbeat of the song.

You were wearing the same night shorts and spaghetti strap shirt you wore the night before but in the light of the sun you noticed your shorts were somewhat see through and your shirt was silk that didn't cover your breasts completely.

Eventually, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A statue you hadn't noticed before? No, it was Cillian standing in the dining room, his mouth hanging slightly and his eyes glued to the scene before him. You paused and began to turn to the frozen figure that was still in your peripheral vision.

You yanked on the string connected to your ears expertly and one of your earphones popped out of place. Then you smiled at the shock on Cillian’s face but didn't stop moving to the song playing in your head. Cillian forced his mouth closed when he made eye contact.

‘Good morning Cillian’ you said softly. He gulped and nodded quickly before moving to where the coffee machine was standing and turning it on.

‘Good morning’ he then replied before offering you a coffee which you gladly accepted, causing Cillian to move over to the stove to reach for two cups.

You didn't move to make it easier for him to reach above the stove to the cups. Instead, you made him stretch his body over you.

You watched him as he did and you saw him trying not to look at you. He failed miserably.

‘Do you want pancakes?’ you then asked with a warm smile and Cillian nodded.

‘That would be amazing, thanks’ he stammered as he was preparing the coffees.

‘Do you like blueberries?’ you then asked, still swaying to the music on your phone and Cillian nodded again but didn't realise that you were pouring pancake mix in the pan and couldn't see his response. After a moment you looked over to him.

‘Do you like blueberries?’ you asked again quietly and Cillian smiled and nodded again.

‘Yeah, I like ...’ he cleared his throat before adding the word ‘blueberries’.

He rolled his eyes at his response when you turned back around but you simply smiled and walked him over a stack of blueberry pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup.

‘There you go’ you said as you put the plate in front of him and felt his eyes follow you when you turned around and back to the stove.

A few minutes later you dumped one last pancake on a third plate and put the plate in the microwave. You took your plate and cup of coffee and went to sit by Cillian where his food was barely touched.

‘Not hungry?’ you asked as you began to eat.

‘It’s early’ he responded, still trying hard not to stare at your cleavage.

Eventually though, you both ate in silence, a silence you loved and Cillian hated.

He couldn't think of a single joke the entire time you both sat there and you just smirked every time he grunted instead of speaking.

Soon you could hear Denise walk through the living room and this was Cillian hurried up and ate the last bit of his pancakes before excusing himself.

***

‘Wow, you actually got him to eat in the morning. That’s something’ Denise joked as she walked into the kitchen and saw that her father had eaten some of the pancakes you had prepared.

‘Where did he go?’ you then asked, knowing that he had excused himself without any further explanation.

‘Down to the basement, listening to some music I would say’ Denise said as she dug into the pancakes, enjoying them quite a lot.

‘Talking of music, do you have an iPhone charger? My phone is almost out of charge’ you asked, looking at the battery on your phone.

‘No, I’ve got a Samsung. Dad has iPhone though. Go downstairs and ask him’ Denise then suggested and you nodded before making your way down towards the basement.

***

You walked down to the basement and knocked before opening the door slowly as you didn’t hear Cillian answer you.

You didn’t want to intrude on his privacy but, to your surprise, when you did open the door, you saw more than you had bargained for.

Cillian was sitting in front of his computer and it was quite obvious to you what he was watching.

You could see most of the screen from the angle at which you were standing as well as his hardening cock in his hand. He reached over and squirted some lotion onto his palm, lubricating his whole shaft before beginning to stroke with soft squelching sounds.

You wondered whether you should say something or whether you should just turn around and leave. But, you did neither and, instead, you watched as you were getting more and more turned on.

He fast forwarded and jumped around through different videos, his thick cock towering over his fist at the bottom of every stroke. You could feel that you were getting wet, but starting to cramp a little in your unchanged position after so long. There was something deliciously naughty about watching him in secret.

After ten minutes Cillian settled on a video of a young lady who had remarkably familiar features. Her hair was about the same length and colour as yours and her skin tone and build were strikingly similar.

You started breathing more heavily and pressed your legs together to deal with the tingling sensation in your core. You enjoyed watching the porn actress's performance while Cillian’s heavy, throbbing shaft disappeared under his fist faster and faster. His cock was beautiful and you wanted to walk into the room so badly and replace his hand with yours.

Eventually, you could see Cillian’s abs begin to twitch and tighten as he got closer to his high as he continued to stroke his shaft.

‘Fuck’ he groaned as he started to cum, pumping jet after jet of stickiness back towards his chest, causing you to gulp.

But you knew what you had to do. You couldn’t walk in now, it would be too awkward.

Just after you watched Cillian clean himself up, you quickly tippy toed back upstairs which is where Denise was waiting for you.

‘Did you get dad’s charger?’ she asked but you simply shook your head.

‘Uhm, he didn’t have one…left it in Manchester I think’ you said with flushed cheeks.

‘Are you okay Y/N? You look a bit hot?’

‘Uhm…yes…fine…thanks’ you stammered out before telling Denise that you would go and have a shower.

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[phantomenby]

Pretty boy

"Perfect, we know just the place."

Theo hated the heat of his hometown.

He hated how he was always tired from it, how his skin looked like one of those moms who were obsessed with tanning beds, how he was always shiny and sweaty.

But he hated his job more. He had been working at Ray's for over a year now, being his first job as soon as he left high school so his parents would stop badgering him about being lazy all day. It paid decently enough and he wanted for nothing so his savings were simply growing until he decided to move out.

"What's on your mind bud?"

He had been spacing out, the evening was moving slowly for this time of year and he knew it had something to do with the new band that had come into town. His friend Charlie was in the kitchen, flipping burgers and pulling his hair that had been twisted a few days ago, now bouncing around as he bopped his head to the tunes playing on the radio beside him.

"Oh, nothin'"

"Nothin', nothin', nothin-" Charlie shook his head, turning to the counter behind him and pulling out the blender, grabbing two tall glasses and reaching around for ingredients, "it's always nothin' with you, yet boy, you look like a dog that's been kicked around all the damn time."

Theo watched as he scooped up some vanilla ice cream, dumping it into the blender along with some fresh strawberries and syrup, mesmerized by the colours swirling together. He had learned long ago that Char made the best shakes, but they were rarely made for staff unless it was just the two of them, like tonight. Luke was supposed to be on but had ditched for his break to go see the band play, stating he owed them one. That had been almost two hours ago.

"I'm tired-"

Charlie snorted, pouring the creamy goodness into the glass and swirling some sweet cream on top, topping it off with a cherry and sliding one of the glasses onto the opening in front of Theo.

"We're all tired kid, just gotta keep pushin'."

Theo nodded, sipping on his drink, leaning into the counter as he gazed out the window.

"Do you think you'll ever leave?" People often left Santa Carla, a few lucky souls made a better life elsewhere, and some just vanished without being heard from again.

Charlie thought on it, he had never been too ambitious, it was what made him and Theo get along so well. But he had thought of leaving, an intense desire to make something better of himself and see the world. He was nearing his thirties now, wise beyond his years and still in the same relationship with a woman he adored. Just like most people who survive this town he would marry, have a couple of brats and grow old if he was fortunate enough.

"Nah," he slurped his drink loudly to annoy the boy, pursing his lips, "too much work, maybe if I was young again, like you."

"You're twenty-seven."

"Tell that to my back man, I swear this thing was passed down from my grandmother, now that woman had a hump."

Theo barked a laugh, shaking his head at his friend. The two of them chilled out for a bit, listening to the vibrations from the other end of the boardwalk mixing in with the music from the radio.

He turned as the bell above the door rang signaling someone had just walked in, his hair brushing over his shoulders as he turned to say hello. There were four of them, tall and imposing, smiling like they had just told the best joke.

Theo beamed, soft lips widening into a boyish grin as he placed his hands on the countertop by the register, "good evening gentlemen, how can I help you today?"

They stopped in front of him, watching him with dark eyes. He took them in, noting just how intimidating they really were.

The one with a bleached mullet spoke first, voice gravelly like he had been smoking a pack a day for the past thirty years, "what you got?"

Theo glanced back to the menu behind him, more for show since he knew it off by heart, "uh, we got food and uh, drinks and if you're lucky the coffee machine works."

The dark-haired one smirked, pulling the shortest one with golden curls with him as they sought out a booth that had a good view. Meanwhile, the other two were still staring at Theo, the one who spoke gazing into his eyes like he was searching for something, he soon snapped out of it and clicked his tongue, "Paul get some menus."

Paul, who had wild sandy hair which made him at least two inches taller, waited patiently as Theo grabbed them a couple of menus.

"You come here often," it took a moment for Theo to realize he was speaking to him, hands holding one end of the menus while Theo still grasped the other.

"W-what-"

Paul quirked a brow, biting down on his bottom lip. Theo ran what he said through his head one more time, trying to figure out why he would say that.

Theo pointed at his name badge, "I- I work here."

Paul's smile grew as he pulled the menus away, twisting and waltzing to where his friends were sat.

Theo turned to meet the eyes of Charlie who had been subtly watching on, rolling his own when his friend made kissy faces at him.

"Get off it man," he went back to slurping his shake, giving the new customers a little time to decide on what they want.

-

After fifteen minutes of feeling all of their eyes burning into the back of his head, he went over, flipping open his notepad and smiling the same damn smile he gave to every customer he knew would be driving him mad.

"Know what you're having boys?"

The one he had named 'snow-bunny' in his head nodded, looking away from the window, "number seven."

Burger and fries

"Drink?"

"Coffee."

It is nine PM are you serious-

Of course, Theo didn't say that out loud. The dark-haired one spoke next, or as Theo called him 'sweet-cheeks', "number nine, strawberry shake."

Loaded curly fries, good choice.

"Sweet, and you two?" Theo nodded to the one he knew as Paul, when he went to the restroom earlier on he had said his name at least forty times, testing it on his tongue. The four boys had heard it every time and Paul was now looking quite pleased with himself.

"Uhhhh-" his curly-haired counterpart, or 'noodles', spoke for him.

"Two number eights, punch and a coke."

Theo nodded again, chicken tendies and fries, before taking the menus that were held out to them.

"Will that be all?"

The unnamed three turned to Paul who was still thinking hard. After a few minutes, he ordered a plate of curly fries and a slice of apple pie, taking one glance at his blown-out pupils told Theo why.

Now he was back behind the counter, watching Charlie as he worked his magic.

"Do you think I would look good as a blonde?" Theo had been twirling his shoulder-length hair around his finger, watching the mellow brown lock with interest.

Charlie didn't even look at him, refusing to entertain Theo's boredom talk.

"Maybe a perm," thinking on it more he considered that option strongly, his hair tended to get frizzy, usually held half up with one of his scrunchies and some bobby pins. The humidity tended to leave him looking pretty scruffy by the end of his shift, some fluffy curls might balance that out.

"Maybe you need to cut it all off, do what I do and shave it all off every few years, saves buckets on shampoo and conditioner."

"Have you seen my hair Char, it is the only thing stopping me from looking like one of that surf-nazis down the beach."

Charlie snorted, sliding the plates now steaming with hot food in front of Theo, "last time I checked you swung more ways than a bat, last thing you gonna be is some blood purity freak like them."

Rolling his eyes Theo grabbed the first few plates, balancing them in his arms as he glided around the counter, heading to the boys who were now messing with each other.

"Sorry for the wait guys," Paul didn't wait a moment to stuff his face, his food being the first to arrive, as Theo walked back to grab the rest, hearing sweet-cheeks fighting to steal some from his friend's plate.

After giving them everything they ordered he looked towards them, pausing as snow-bunny shot him a look "everything good?"

All four of them turned to him, glancing at each other.

Snow-bunny shook his head, "what time you get off Theo?"

Theo froze, eyes flicking between the four men.

Shit, they probably heard Charlie calling me the gay tart of the town.

"Uh, why?"

Snow bunny's eyes flashed, a challenging look passing through them.

"Why?"

"Y-yeah," Theo gulped, suddenly feeling very flustered, "it's not often I get asked that."

"Oh I find that hard to believe," noodles was looked up at him with wide shiny green eyes, watching him like a lion watching his next meal.

Were they flirting with him?

"Um, I close when Charlie closes."

With that he walked away, feeling his face burning and wanting nothing more than to free himself of their presence to cool down.

-

They hadn't called him back after that, continuing their conversation when he came to collect their plates, watching him like hawks.

It had been over an hour since then and it was nearing eleven PM, and they were still here.

A couple of others had passed through, picking up drinks and orders to go, another group had four had taken up a spot on the other side of the diner. Two cute couples looking like they were still in their senior year, sharing fries and asking for two straws in their shakes so they could drink them together while making lovey dovey eyes at each other.

Theo sighed for the fourth time in the past ten minutes and Charlie gripped his spatula tighter.

"Kid if you sigh one more time-"

Theo caught the rag that was thrown at him, "yeah yeah, I know, you'll fry me like a pancake. You know if you stopped threatening me we could reenact the lovefest over there."

"I would rather lick day-old grease off of a hot stove than get that close to you."

"Awh, you don't mean that Charrr," Theo leaned over the opening, flicking Charlie's nose, getting a smack in return, "hey!- down boy, all I'm saying is if you and Sherri spiced things up for once the world won't end."

He turned back to look around the diner, if he was lucky they would close soon since it cost more to stay open than to close early at this point. Beginning to wipe down the booths that were empty and sliding the condiments and napkin boxes to the end, trying to ignore the whispers he caught snippets off from the four men he had been trying to avoid watching all night.

"-do you think he-"

"wait...suns not up until-"

"-Paul stop chewing napkins-"

Good lord. They're insane.

Shaking his head he finished wiping down, checking in on the two couples who were now pulling on their jackets and beginning to head out, cleaning up after them and heading to the kitchen where dishes were piling up.

"Right, give it an hour then we can go, hopefully by then the riffraff will be gone."

He was talking about the four who showed no indication that they were leaving, hinting at Theo to head over and 'check in on them', it was something their old boss had taught the staff to do when you wanted to close up but were still full of stubborn customers.

"You guys looking to order anything else tonight?"

The four of them turned to look at Theo, smirking. It was then they began to stand, grabbing their coats and following each other. The bleached blonde was the last to go, running his cold gloved hand over Theo's hip, placing it against his chest before turning and walking away leaving a very confused human behind.

Theo turned wide-eyed, looking at Charlie who was watching on slack-jawed.

"Oooooo baby," Charlie laughed at his friend, slapping his palms onto the opening, "Theo's got a boyfriend, Theo's got a boyfriend~"

He didn't even defend himself, wide eyes following the boys as they left the diner, disappearing into the crowds outside.

-

After thirty minutes the diner was sorted, clean, and shut down for the night.

Charlie was just finishing checking the locks while Theo sat on one of the tables in a booth by the door, swinging his feet and watching his friend.

"Ten minutes til midnight-"

"I know what time it is Theodore"

Theo grumbled under his breath, drumming his fingers and letting himself zone out. He jumped when Charlie appeared in front of him, pulling him to the ground and nudging him forward and out the door.

"You on tomorrow?" Theo chewed his thumb, he knew he was off tomorrow and would be until Monday, there were three more minutes left of Friday and then his weekend would begin. Hopefully, Charlie would be off so he would be on shift with him when the next week began.

"Nah, covering for Ray, mans got some family thing."

"Ray always has a family thing-"

"It's a big family thing"

"Oh?" Theo shifted, Ray always had something going on, but the way Charlie made it sound caught Theo's curiosity, "you gonna tell me?"

Charlie sighed, pulling down the chain door cover and locking it before turning to his companion, "let's just say the two of us are gonna be working triples soon."

Theo groaned, leaning back, "again? Thought bossman would have gotten a grip on things."

"Eh, don't think too much about the work, think about the money," Theo nodded, letting Charlie throw an arm over his shoulder as they began to walk to his car, "you need a ride?"

Theo shook his head, "Nah, gonna check out the band, posters said it would be on til the witching hour, something about serving the Devil."

"What?"

"They're one of those bands"

"Great-" Char let go of him before they entered the lot, turning to place his hands on the smaller guy's shoulders, "stay safe kid, ya hear?"

"Yeah yeah, don't talk to strangers, don't accept candy from a van, don't eat yellow snow- ow!" Charlie pinched his ear, scuffing him.

"Shut up- you know what I mean."

-

The four bikers had been relaxing on a platform slightly above the crowd, two of them were tussling while the others watched while discussing who they had met earlier.

"Did you get anything good?"

Marko shook his head, slowly chewing a hole through his gloves, "minds a steel trap, got nothing more than enough to keep tracking him."

David nodded, icy blue irises glowing in the moonlight, "and his friend?"

Marko grinned, slapping his hands on his thighs.

"An open box, can't touch him though our Theo is like a son to him, any harm to that guy and he'll hate us for eternity."

"Fine, what else?"

"Lives with his parents, don't want much, likes cats, favourite colour is yellow-"

"-and he likes long walks on the beach, give me something we can use."

Rolling his eyes Marko went over everything he learned, sharing it with David and letting Paul dip in and out of the conversation, Dwayne could keep up on his own.

"-oh and he's...Dwayne where are you going?" Paul stopped as he watched his friend walk into the crowd without a word, trying to spot what he was heading towards.

They could see a familiar head of hair bobbing across the crowd, heading for the side closer to the beach where fewer people were gathered.

David grinned, tossing the end of his cigarette and leading the three of them to the man they had been so enamored by, stalking slowly to allow Dwayne to make the first move and butter him up.

-

Theo had become quickly absorbed in the crowd still lively and running on booze and whatever the locals were selling, he had already been offered acid twice but thought it unwise to trip that hard when he was all alone.

He was planning on going to the railings above the beach so the breeze would flow over him and help with the heat, still in the same clothes he had been stuck in all day and feeling fairly grimy.

When he hopped up he realised just how far back he was, the crowd was still fairly large but he could breathe without being suffocated by strangers bodied pressing against him.

If he had been more observant he would have noticed how the crowd parted, instinctually shifting away from the dangerous stalker moving through them. But Theo wasn't observant, and it wasn't until the brunette had descended upon him that he noticed his position was much like a lion being trapped by a lamb.

He had been gazing out into the ocean, looking towards a large boat one of the richer tourists from down the coast had brought up, admiring how it looked so odd in the black void of darkness around it. He was sure if the night had been peaceful he would have been able to hear the laughter of the occupants, though later it would become screaming, as far as the boys were concerned chasing rich snobs out in the ocean was just a fun game to be enjoyed.

"See something interesting?"

"AH!-" Theo fell back, almost falling off of the railing and into the water below, he made it halfway before an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up. Finding himself pressed against a bare tan chest, Theo was feeling rather bashful, face growing redder by the second as he stared awkwardly at the glorious sight before him.

He was snapped out of it by a rumble passing through the being's chest, a deep purring that made his chest warm and his mind calm.

Dwayne hadn't really noticed that he was behaving much like a cat, simply too happy to have the man he had been adoring in his arms, his hand squeezed the soft flesh of his waist and his rumbling only grew in volume at the gasp Theo let out.

"Uh-" Theo didn't know what to say, being in such a scandalous position with another man was something most would look down on him for, he was only grateful that the guy was somewhat of a behemoth and his body was being nicely showed by him.

"Oh Dwayne, you've caught something!"

He hadn't even noticed the three other gentlemen coming from behind, the tall blonde with wild hair had been the one to speak, hands on his hips and a grin on his face that could outshine the moon. Theo flushed even further, fumbling in Dwayne's grip as he fought to gain his bearings.

Dwayne simply soothed him, pulling the boy to stand against him and turning them both to face the rest of his pack, "that I have Paul."

Paul. It was the men from the diner.

The name passed through Theo's mind like a whisper, he shivered involuntarily as he stared into Paul's eye, feeling a slight pressure in his mind.

"Awe are you shy pup?" god he was going to look like a damn tomato by the end of the night if snow-bunny didn't hold out on the pet names, "we waited for you, you know."

Theo must have looked confused because the four men laughed at him, he quickly forced himself out of the arms of the brunette, who he could have sworn let out a warning growl in response.

"I never said I would come out with you-"

"Oh?" the snowy blonde looked at Theo with a slight tilt of his head, danger passing through his eyes, "so you were just going to hang out all alone out here?"

Theo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "uh yeah," the curly blonde came up beside him, wrapping an arm around Theo's neck and pulling him close.

"Sounds like a danger magnet to me, all sorts of unpleasant folks out at night."

"Like you?" Theo was testing the waters, foolishly so since he was already surrounded by sharks, but he couldn't get over how nice it felt when the golden-haired boy pressed against him.

Marko pressed his lips to Theo's ear, sharp teeth grazing his soft mortal flesh, "maybe."

He shuddered, inching away from the quartet, trying to calm his racing heart, "look as nice as it would be to have some company, I'm not good with strangers-"

"That's why you gotta hang out with us! Then we're not strangers anymore babe," Paul's blunt nature was both a blessing and a curse, looking down at Theo as he wrapped an arm around the boys' shoulders, pulling him along.

"Well I uh-" Theo was finding it harder and harder to think, the thought of spending the evening with the boys sounding quite pleasant, his anxiety easing off of him like waves, "I guess I could-"

"Perfect," David grinned, wrapping his arm around Theos waist, squeezing possessively, "we know just the place."

Somewhere in the back of Theos mind there was a voice screaming at him, a warning bell drowned out by Davids smile, if he had heard it he might have come to his senses before even climbing onto the bike, and racing off into the night.

[misscarolineshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part One of Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,528

Notes: Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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You inhaled the calming aroma of your tea as you looked out into the familiar back yard while your friend Denise puttered around in the kitchen as she made you a snack.

Her mother, Laura, had recently moved out of the house and you came to visit her for the first time since, wanting to give her and her parents some time to adjust before intruding.

Denise was the same age as you and had recently started her university degree at Trinity College. You, on the other hand, attended a different university in Galway which is where you had moved to six months ago with your parents.

For a long time, you and your parents lived across the road from Denise and her parents. You both attended high school together and had become best friends.

Now, your old house was occupied by a new family with their two adorable little children and, whilst they seemed nice, Denise felt somewhat lonely not having a friend live nearby.

Denise had a brother named Liam who was 23 and still lived at home as well. He was only two years older than you and Denise and had always liked you quite a lot.

You, on the other hand, were never really interested in him and when, one night, he kissed you, you stayed away from Denise’s house for a few weeks to avoid the awkwardness.

‘He’s been working out’ you observed as you watched Liam mow the lawns outside. The buzz of the lawn mower got louder as he finished the front and methodically mowed his way around back.

‘Yes, he has been ever since he knew that you would be staying with us for the long weekend’ Denise laughed but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Honestly, I would still prefer watching your dad mowing the lawns Denise, especially if he was shirtless and all sweaty’ you teased, knowing that your comment would get under her skin just as much as her comment about her brother got under yours.

‘Oh god, you are disgusting’ Denise said while her face evidentially turned green.

‘What? Your dad is hot’ you said before asking her where he was.

‘In Manchester, filming the last season of Peaky Blinders. He will be back tonight, unfortunately’ Denise said, enjoying to have the house for herself instead.

‘Oh, so he’s got the haircut?’ you asked somewhat excited, causing your friend to roll her eyes.

‘Yes, the infamous haircut’ she chuckled before you told her again that you thought that her father was quite attractive.

‘I know you have been saying that for years. Yet, it’s still weird and grosses me out’ Denise sighed before reminding you that you have boyfriend who would not appreciate you talking about other men like this.

‘We broke up two weeks ago. He was getting a little too possessive’ you explained before you described your two-month relationship to your friend.

‘Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet there’ Denise said, repeating the age-old break-up response and you nodded, thankful that your friend was there to cheer you up, but still feeling wounded by the whole ordeal.

‘Let’s not hit on my dad though, alright?’ she then laughed and you nodded again in agreement before Denise showed you the guestroom in which you would be staying.

***

At around 9 o’clock the front door of the house opened and you watched Denise and Liam get up to greet their father who had just arrived back home after having been away for three weeks’ straight.

‘I am glad to see that you haven’t trashed the house’ he chuckled and you quickly poked your head into the corridor to say hello.

‘Hey Mr Murphy’ you said with a wide smile when you saw him. He looked incredible, as usual.

‘Jesus, Y/N can you please start calling me Cillian’ he reminded you before greeting you and asking you how you liked Galway. You had known him for a while and he had told you on many occasions that the term ‘Mr Murphy’ made him feel rather old.

After some small talk, you and Denise returned to the living room to give him some time to tune down after having been away.

The two of you curled up on the couch in the living room with popcorn and a cheesy movie, just like old times and, at around 11 o’clock, you both decided that it was time for bed.

After getting changed into your somewhat revealing satin pyjamas, you tippy toed across the hallway into the main bathroom in order to brush your teeth when, suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Cillian stood in front of you with nothing but a white towel wrapped around him.

‘Uhm, I am sorry Mr Murphy…uhm Cillian’ you said with embarrassment, realising that you had almost barged into him but he didn’t seem bothered at all.

‘Don’t worry Y/N, it’s alright. Have a good night’ he said, getting out of the way and you stumbled into the bathroom.

Without closing the door, you starred at him walking down the hallway. How on earth could a man his age look so incredibly good you wondered as your eyes took in his toned body.

When he eventually disappeared into his bedroom and you closed the bathroom door behind you, all you could smell was the scent of the soap he had used mixed with a hint of his aftershave.

You know you shouldn’t think about your friend’s father this way, but you also couldn’t help yourself. After all, you knew that you were one of many women who were attracted to him.

***

When you finally went to bed, you felt a familiar tingle between your legs as you thought about Cillian in the shower. The image didn’t leave your mind and you wondered what he would look like without the towel wrapped around him.

With this attractive man on your mind, you slowly slid your fingers down into your panties and began to relieve yourself of the tension that had built up there.

You knew that the master bedroom was right next to yours and the thought of this turned you on even more. You knew he would be lying there, on his bed, possibly half naked.

Both windows were open and he did, indeed, lie there, on his bed, reading a book which is when he heard it, your soft moans and whimpers.

He couldn’t help but swallow harshly, knowing what you were doing right there with only a thin wall between you.

But the thought that he may be able to hear you didn’t stop you as you rubbed little circles around your tingling clit a bit faster until, finally, with one loud moan, you climaxed.

Just as you did, Cillian’s manhood stirred but he wasn’t willing to give in. He had too much self-control and his mind tried hard to focus on the book in his hands rather than the sounds you were making. You were his daughter’s friend and, whilst you were almost 22, this was highly inappropriate.

****

The next morning Cillian jolted awake when the alarm clock on his phone went off and he realised that he had forgotten to turn off the alarm when he returned home after being away filming.

It was only 7 o’clock but, since he was awake now, he climbed out of bed anyway and shuffled his way to his bedroom door. He made his way to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He turned on the light and the shower water in one long movement.

After he got out of the shower and back into his shorts and a t-shirt, he wobbled out of the steamy bathroom into the kitchen where he smelled something burn.

Then, all of a sudden, he froze as he watched you standing there, flipping a pancake with precision on the stove without the use of utensils. You were unaware of his presence and he could even hear the song you were listening to on your phone.

You moved to the beat and Cillian was awestruck. After what he heard you do last night in the guestroom, his jaw dropped a few centimetres every time you rocked with the backbeat of the song.

You were wearing the same night shorts and spaghetti strap shirt you wore the night before but in the light of the sun you noticed your shorts were somewhat see through and your shirt was silk that didn't cover your breasts completely.

Eventually, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A statue you hadn't noticed before? No, it was Cillian standing in the dining room, his mouth hanging slightly and his eyes glued to the scene before him. You paused and began to turn to the frozen figure that was still in your peripheral vision.

You yanked on the string connected to your ears expertly and one of your earphones popped out of place. Then you smiled at the shock on Cillian’s face but didn't stop moving to the song playing in your head. Cillian forced his mouth closed when he made eye contact.

‘Good morning Cillian’ you said softly. He gulped and nodded quickly before moving to where the coffee machine was standing and turning it on.

‘Good morning’ he then replied before offering you a coffee which you gladly accepted, causing Cillian to move over to the stove to reach for two cups.

You didn't move to make it easier for him to reach above the stove to the cups. Instead, you made him stretch his body over you.

You watched him as he did and you saw him trying not to look at you. He failed miserably.

‘Do you want pancakes?’ you then asked with a warm smile and Cillian nodded.

‘That would be amazing, thanks’ he stammered as he was preparing the coffees.

‘Do you like blueberries?’ you then asked, still swaying to the music on your phone and Cillian nodded again but didn't realise that you were pouring pancake mix in the pan and couldn't see his response. After a moment you looked over to him.

‘Do you like blueberries?’ you asked again quietly and Cillian smiled and nodded again.

‘Yeah, I like ...’ he cleared his throat before adding the word ‘blueberries’.

He rolled his eyes at his response when you turned back around but you simply smiled and walked him over a stack of blueberry pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup.

‘There you go’ you said as you put the plate in front of him and felt his eyes follow you when you turned around and back to the stove.

A few minutes later you dumped one last pancake on a third plate and put the plate in the microwave. You took your plate and cup of coffee and went to sit by Cillian where his food was barely touched.

‘Not hungry?’ you asked as you began to eat.

‘It’s early’ he responded, still trying hard not to stare at your cleavage.

Eventually though, you both ate in silence, a silence you loved and Cillian hated.

He couldn't think of a single joke the entire time you both sat there and you just smirked every time he grunted instead of speaking.

Soon you could hear Denise walk through the living room and this was Cillian hurried up and ate the last bit of his pancakes before excusing himself.

***

‘Wow, you actually got him to eat in the morning. That’s something’ Denise joked as she walked into the kitchen and saw that her father had eaten some of the pancakes you had prepared.

‘Where did he go?’ you then asked, knowing that he had excused himself without any further explanation.

‘Down to the basement, listening to some music I would say’ Denise said as she dug into the pancakes, enjoying them quite a lot.

‘Talking of music, do you have an iPhone charger? My phone is almost out of charge’ you asked, looking at the battery on your phone.

‘No, I’ve got a Samsung. Dad has iPhone though. Go downstairs and ask him’ Denise then suggested and you nodded before making your way down towards the basement.

***

You walked down to the basement and knocked before opening the door slowly as you didn’t hear Cillian answer you.

You didn’t want to intrude on his privacy but, to your surprise, when you did open the door, you saw more than you had bargained for.

Cillian was sitting in front of his computer and it was quite obvious to you what he was watching.

You could see most of the screen from the angle at which you were standing as well as his hardening cock in his hand. He reached over and squirted some lotion onto his palm, lubricating his whole shaft before beginning to stroke with soft squelching sounds.

You wondered whether you should say something or whether you should just turn around and leave. But, you did neither and, instead, you watched as you were getting more and more turned on.

He fast forwarded and jumped around through different videos, his thick cock towering over his fist at the bottom of every stroke. You could feel that you were getting wet, but starting to cramp a little in your unchanged position after so long. There was something deliciously naughty about watching him in secret.

After ten minutes Cillian settled on a video of a young lady who had remarkably familiar features. Her hair was about the same length and colour as yours and her skin tone and build were strikingly similar.

You started breathing more heavily and pressed your legs together to deal with the tingling sensation in your core. You enjoyed watching the porn actress's performance while Cillian’s heavy, throbbing shaft disappeared under his fist faster and faster. His cock was beautiful and you wanted to walk into the room so badly and replace his hand with yours.

Eventually, you could see Cillian’s abs begin to twitch and tighten as he got closer to his high as he continued to stroke his shaft.

‘Fuck’ he groaned as he started to cum, pumping jet after jet of stickiness back towards his chest, causing you to gulp.

But you knew what you had to do. You couldn’t walk in now, it would be too awkward.

Just after you watched Cillian clean himself up, you quickly tippy toed back upstairs which is where Denise was waiting for you.

‘Did you get dad’s charger?’ she asked but you simply shook your head.

‘Uhm, he didn’t have one…left it in Manchester I think’ you said with flushed cheeks.

‘Are you okay Y/N? You look a bit hot?’

‘Uhm…yes…fine…thanks’ you stammered out before telling Denise that you would go and have a shower.

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How about a coffee shop au where the reader gets Cal's order wrong and gives him a matcha latte when he ordered a regular hot coffee with his breakfast sandwich and you can go off form that :)

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The morning shift--Calum had been told about how chaotic this shift could be. During his closing shift training, it was all they really talked about. How glad they were that they didn't have the opening shift. And of course, closing shift took a lot of heat because maybe not everything got done like it was supposed to. And sometimes even if they did do everything right, one particular manager was a known hard ass and nothing really seemed to appeased them.

And though Calum woke up at the ass crack of dawn, not even the sun hitting the horizons just yet, the start didn't seem so bad. But the second the clock hit six it was as if the dam broke. Being two weeks into the job, he felt like he had a pretty good handle on everything. Though the thing that still made his hands shake was fucking up someone's order.

"Matcha latte with a toasted egg and cheese bagel," he calls out, setting the two out together. Another drink is done and he caps it. "And a regular black coffee."

He doesn't even pay attention to who comes up--vaguely responds to the thanks with a quick 'you're welcome' and goes back to the blender for the next drink on the line.

The frother is a distinct buzz in his ears as Sydney, one of his trainers and now slowly becoming a work best friend, works next to him. But even with that noise, the soft "Excuse me" catches his ear. Calum glances up, grabbing the towel from his apron to clean his hands.

"What can I help you with?"

The smile is still bright in front of him. "I think my drink order got mixed up. I ordered a regular coffee with vanilla syrup. But this is a, uh, green," you laugh.

His heart thunders in his chest. Fuck, he knew he should've double checked that ticket like he was taught. He just assumed. "Oh I'm so sorry about that! Let me fix it. You said regular coffee with vanilla syrup right?"

You nod at the man, his brown eyes blown wide. He apologizes again and before you can tell him not to worry about it--that it happens sometimes, he's spinning on his heels. You watch him, towering over most of the other people behind the counter. His hair tucked up underneath the black dad hat and the gray t-shirt he's wearing hanging loose around his torso but tight over his shoulders.

You've never seen him before--not in the mornings at least. Not that you're a regular, but you do come in consistently. "Hey," Sydney smiles at you, shouting out another order for the customers waiting. "Everything alright?" And maybe you were a regular.

You nod. "Yeah, just a small mix up."

"Shucks, sorry about that. Is someone on it?"

"Yeah, um," you look behind her to the man with a cup of coffee that looks more like your usual. "He's on it," you say, looking back to Sydney."

"Calum--he's new," she says, leaning against the counter for a moment and just in that moment, Calum returns with your correct drink, setting it onto the counter for you.

"Sorry about that again!" he states again.

You shake your head at him. "It's really not a problem. Things happen. We're human and all."

"Oh, ain't you just the sweetest," Sydney teases before walking around Calum to go back to the machines. "Just don't be too sweet on him."

You laugh at her comment, taking hold of the cup in front of you. Something brushes along your fingers and when you look, Calum's holding out a straw for you too. "Thanks. Don't let Sydney be too hard on you."

"Oh--I can handle her," Calum laughs, knowing the glare that's landing him right now from Sydney. "But really, I am sorry about getting that drink mixed up."

You look up to him, noticing the bags that have just started to form and can see he means it. "Calum, it's not the end of the world. And even if it was, at least you were nice."

"God, I really hope it wasn't the end of the world." He's not phased at the sound of his name from your lips. He knows the name tag is pinned to the outside of his apron. But he likes the way it sounds when you curl your tongue around the 'L' in his name.

And the two of you linger in a deep gaze, only for a moment before he hears down the line the shout of needing more clean blenders. "I," he starts, throwing his thumb over his shoulders, "I should probably get back to work."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you around, Calum?"

You say it like it's a question, like you're hoping he says yes. "I'll be here for the foreseeable future," and he pauses, not having caught your name.

You give your name and he tries it over his own lips, then grins when you grin. "Well, good luck with the rest of today," you offer and then take a half step from the counter. Calum does the same, but retreating further into the eye of the storm.

He watches you though, pushing on the side door and then out into the finally morning sunrise. He's grateful for a moment that he works mornings this week straight, clinging to the smallest hope that you step back through the doors again.

Tuesday you don't show, having to leave Monday in the day to out a few towns for a conferences. When Wednesday comes around and the morning's pushing afternoon, Calum's hope wanes, but doesn't completely fade. People live busy lives. He can't fault that. But he just hopes he's not being a fool to watch every person that comes through the door, or even passes by the windows.

And just an hour before shift change, as the day's quieted, Calum's mind fills with the rest of things he needs to do. He has to go to the pharmacy to pick up some toiletries and then try to get home to get a couple readings done before his evening classes.

"Hi, Calum."

He pauses his work on the table he's wiping down to spin around. And there you are, a backpack slug over one shoulder and giving him a small wave. "Hi," he returns, feeling a small flutter in his gut. "Whata-what's on the menu today?" he asks, moving to go back behind the register.

You try to stop him, noticing only a few people in the place sitting with their laptops or books around them. "Oh, no, I-I'm not here to get anything really."

His brows furrow as he spins back around, leaning now up against the part of the counter that finished drinks are served. "Not here to get anything?"

You shake your head. "Well, not right now. I'm on my lunch and came by hoping to catch you, really?"

"Me?" he questions, trying to keep the silly grinning to a minimum.

"Yeah," you nod, and then drop your gaze to the floor. His black Nike's fill up your vision for a moment as you exhale and then look back up to his face.

His cheeks fuller than you remember them being, but maybe it's just because now you're really getting a good look at them. "Well, here I am," he teases with a tuft of laughter.

"So like, I really don't want to ask this while you're working because that just feels awkward. And you totally don't have to answer my next question either. I just wanted to let you know I get it, if you're comfortable with it." And he just watches you rambles, part of it because he likes the way you fiddle with your fingers and use your hands as you talk. Part of it because he's too frozen by fear to respond in any capacity.

So on you continue, "I wanted to know when you got off--so that I could ask you what I really wanted to ask you not when you're working. Because like, that just feels presumptuous and also you're doing service so I don't want to make you feel like you can't say no without it affecting your job. So like, would I be able to talk to you? Once your shift is done?"

"I'm off in about an hour. But if you're on your own lunch break I don't want to impede your work either," he returns.

"I-I can work remotely. I was at our shared office space downtown. But like as long as I have WiFi and my computer I can do my work anywhere."

"As long as you're sure and don't mind having to wait? But also you should probably actually eat on your lunch break?"

You tap the side of your backpack and only now does he see a small lunch box attached. "I packed it assuming I'd eat at the office. But then I realized due to my travel this week, I hadn't been by and I definitely want to drop by."

And it's the way you say definitely, like you're dreaming while looking at him, or breathless. And maybe you are giving the whole spiel you've just given. The doors open again and Calum glances over, to greet the new person, but glances back down to you. And fuck, your eyes are just too pretty not to get lost in. "Well, enjoy your lunch and our free WiFi and when I'm done, we can talk, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," you rush out, grinning and then watch him shuffle back to the registers. You turn, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. And holy fuck, it feels like you're in middle school all over again dealing with your first crush. But there you didn't make any moves, especially not as outlandish as this one.

But you just need it to work out--that's all. Finding a table, you settle down, back facing the window, but able to see Calum at the register if you look up from your computer screen. He smiles whenever you catch his eye. The drink doesn't seem to take him long to make and before you know it, he's back out from the register, making rounds to wipe at tables and make sure no one else needs anything before heading back to you.

And he talks as he works, wiping more tables, putting chairs back where they belong. You find out he's in school, working as he takes night classes for his master's in Literature. He finds out you're working remotely for an agency, and though it's marketing, or that's what he gather he still doesn't quite understand it. But it makes you happy and he loves it when you laugh about your coworkers.

And the hour's flown by when the shift switches, Calum disappears to the back for a few minutes and you start the process of shutting down your laptop. But he's back before you get everything tucked away and he slides into the seat across from you with ease and a bit of a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to pack up unless you want too," he says.

And you pause, your laptop in its sleeve. "You really want to hang around your job after hours."

"It's not so bad. It's just the standing that's killer." You nod, understanding the struggle. "So," he starts. "What was this thing that-that you wanted to ask?"

And you can tell he's nervous, his gaze on the table and not on you. And it shouldn't be so goddamn endearing but it is. "I-I wanted to see if you wanted to go out sometime. With me?"

His head shoots up, his infectious grin lighting up his own face, even causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle. "I'd love too. I'm off next Thursday--if that works."

Thursday is nothing special, well you have your monthly town hall meeting that's just about the growth of the company, but you could take a half day and then make up the hours next week. "Thursday is good. Should we do lunch since you have classes?"

"Yeah, if you're okay with that. I heard about this new place, it's mostly breakfast but they stay open for lunch."

"Anya's?" you question and Calum nods. "Some coworkers say it's good. But I-I haven't gone yet."

"So there then?" he asks.

"Yeah--is it okay if we do it a little early. 11:30?"

His heart is a thunderous roar in his chest and he's really glad today he work a darker colored t-shirt because his pits are dripping right now. "Yeah, that's fine with me," Calum answers.

The two of you exchange numbers and he helps you carry your bag to the car. You insist he doesn't have too, but he does it anyway and up against the side of your car, you're kind of glad you took the leap of faith. The hat comes off and you can see fully now the mass curls on his head.

"Thanks," Calum starts. "For waiting to ask. I would've said yes, like literally either way. But I appreciate it."

"Yeah, no. I worked retail before this. It's hell with people hitting on you while you're on the clock. Don't even worry about it."

The sun is higher now, getting into your eyes just a little until Calum shifts and blocks most of it. "So I'll see you Thursday, for sure, at 11:30. Anya's."

"11:30 next Thursday at Anya's for sure. But I may also need a matcha latte before then," you tease.

"Oh, c'mon," he laughs. "It's barely been three weeks. And I apologized."

"I'm only teasing, Calum," you giggle.

He takes a small step backwards--he parked in the second row as to give customers the spots up front. "I'll have that matcha waiting on you next time then."

"I'd expect nothing less." And the two of you give one last wave before he spins completely around his apron thrown across his shoulder and he pauses for cars before crossing the parking lot. And you know you shouldn't thank the heavens you asked for a lunch date at the sight of his ass in jeans, but you do.

Inside your car, you laugh at your own giddiness. It's only one date. And who the hell knows how it's going to end--but for fuck sake, you did it. The phone rings through the bluetooth of your car as you dial your best friend to tell them the good news.

And unbeknownst to you, Calum sits in his car too, smiling to himself as he texts his housemates about scoring a date with you. And the entire thread rattles his phone from the coffee holder.