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[waterrr]

࣪ * 🏛️ ࣪ . ooh emotions . . . 𓄹 𓈒

[sonizitos]

𓂂  ۫ 𓈒  ♡ 어쩌면... 나에게 키스해야 할지도 몰라

[beilus]

今天的她也是如此可爱.

[yaymiyas]

ISEKAI!YANDERE!CROWN PRINCE INTRODUCTION

warning: female reader, his name is saer…just so you can follow a bit lol, isekai lol

a/n: it’s structured a bit differently than my other introductions, do note that yes this is x reader but you had gotten isekai’d into a novel so….i do say her name but…..you’re also you…..if that makes sense, also he is hardly in it but its like….an introduction to the story bc its…an isekai and i needed to layout how i wanted everything to be

its not like you didn’t realize something was up. bright white lights blind you right when you open your eyes. maids coming in and out, calling you ‘miss’ and telling you not to sit up because ‘it will harm you even more’. granted, you were very thankful for their words because, around ten minutes before they came in, you attempted to sit up and gave yourself a headache. even though nobody was explaining anything, you remained quiet, trying to gather as much information from the surrounding maids as possible. the red-haired one with tight curls and an everlasting smile was amanda. she seemed to like you much, more than the other two, and tended to you more carefully. maybe she was your personal maid,or maybe she was just good at her job, but she never let up and called you your ‘name’.

admittedly, none of the other two maids called you your ‘name’ either. it was all just ma’am or miss from them. you just expected a hint of your identity from amanda, based solely on her care for you. selfish? maybe but you needed more hints. the other maids are named cynthia and tilly. the former of the two had long black hair slicked into a low bun, with a small maids hair on top to finish the look. it was a cute detail, if you must say, since the other two didn’t wear them. cynthia hardly spoke above a shout, coming off as more soft-spoken than the other two. she wasn’t really rude, nor did she have an attitude while tending to you, but she wore an expression of indifference that made you think she would rather do anything else.

tilly, on the other hand, was more bold than the other two. still not outwardly rude, but she tested your patience a few times. the main one that got to you though, was when she was rubbing your face. while she was washing off your face with the washcloth, she rubbed against your cheeks too hard, and upon this ‘realization’ she gave you a malevolent grin. her thin lips formed an o shape, mimicking the action of saying ‘oops’. luckily, it seemed as if amanda and cynthia didn’t really care for this ‘prank’ of hers. they both scoffed in disgust, continuing to pick out outfits for me to wear for the day ahead.

a soft but stern knock was heard at the door, revealing a man with black slick back hair and yellow eyes to put the look all together. he reminded you of those webtoon male leads that were cold but female audiences loved. being a sucker for those types, you raised your neck up, making sure to keep your body in the same supine position. the man standing at the foot of your bed looked down at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. an expression that wasn’t scary but wasnt welcoming. tapping along the footboard of the bed, he let out a low sigh out that resembled a growl and turned around to leave. tilly, amanda, and cynthia didn’t acknowledge the man. neither did he to them. the only thing that could resemble an interaction between the four of them was when tilly and amanda gave small bows and the slight side eye cynthia gave before going back inside your closet to look for something.

“madam,”

thats a new one.

“lord saer would like you to have breakfast with him today.”

lifting your head enough to turn your focus towards amanda, you started to guess your facial expression was a bit too expressive because amanda started to giggle. the pain in your body wasn’t really high; it was more the numbness that bothered you. moving your neck and head didn’t really take much strength, it was attempting to move your legs that was the problem. walking towards you in a shift movement, amanda placed the rich, deep purple hair piece down on top of the dress set she had picked out for you. upon arrival, she softly removed your blanket and shifted your body into a sitting position. you felt like a doll.

“okay now miss, i will be lifting you up to wash you now.”

placing her right arm underneath the backs of your knees and her left arm supporting your neck, she quickly moved you to the area you’re assuming was the bathroom. the door to the large room was already open, since once she had lifted you up, cynthia had pushed the door open and walked in herself. the room was massive, twice the size of a normal person’s kitchen. the walls and floor tiles were both the same shade of pale pink, matching the sleeping set you had on. amanda sat you down in a chair and started to strip you down. while she was doing that, the other was running the bath water and testing if it was safe enough. every time the water was a bit too hot or too cold, you saw cynthia’s eyes squeeze shut.

“alright madam edina,”

cynthia sighed, standing up from the clam shaped tub.

“it’s all set for you. please do not make it hard as you have always done.”

not sparing you even a small look, she and amanda were already picking you up and guiding you into the tub. quietly instructing you to lay back, wet, cold liquid found its way both on your scalp and on your legs. edina? are you sure thats what she said? the only edina you knew of was the villainess from the hit novel “obsession falls”. you never really read the book, but you knew of the characters and the content that surrounded it. it was rather controversial for how obsessive and dangerous the male lead was. he had stalked the female lead for years, and it didn’t stop once he got married. with a wife so dismissive and uninterested, the male lead was given all the time in the world to go hunt his prey.

unfortunately for him, once edina randomly started to care about what her husband was doing during the day he had to slowly stop. losing the love of his life to the second male lead, alastair. due to this very random string of events, saer had grown irritated by the events his wife was clumsily stringing together. he then decided to take care of his wife, edina. the night before he was to go and kill alastair, he had poisoned the dinner he had helped make for his wife. from your memory, this was one of the few times in years he had asked his wife to sit at the table and eat with him. she would usually just take her food into her room separately. this night, edina came into the dining room with her most expensive jewelry and dress. she thought this was the night her husband was going to admit his faults and leave the female lead for her. however, what actually ended up happening was that the moment she took a bite out of her steak, her vision went black and her head banged on the table.

focusing on the soft brushes of your hair, you start to put the pieces together. you don’t remember the faces of any of the characters in the story, you just remember the basic blot and conflict. if what cynthia said was true, that you are in fact edina tudor gwynn then that means the reasoning for your stiff body was because of your ‘husband’ trying to kill you. sharply sucking in some air, you seek strength within your legs. even though the lower half of your body was still partially numbed, the feeling of pins and needles filled the tip of your toes to the back of your knees. not wanting to cause much of a scene, even though you were sure she wouldn’t care much, you looked up to check to see if your maid was paying you any mind. cynthia was too focused on rinsing your body, while amanda stopped brushing your hair to grab towels for you.

“cynthia,”

it was amazing how you could even get that out. due to the affects of the poison, your throat had become overly dry and it hurt you to even swallow. that was mainly one of the reasons as to why you hardly spoke to them this morning. stopping in her tracks, she lazily turned her head into your direction. the woman didn’t have much of any emotion on her face. her eyelids halfway down, making it appear that she was tired or just bored. her lips were in a thin line. you had hardly seen her smile or really speak, so you started to believe this was just how her resting face looked like.

“why did he poison me?”

tilting her head a bit, cynthia’s facial expression changed. it was as if your question intrigued her. her low eyelids raised a bit, along side her eyebrows, as she tried to tame the smile that was creeping on her thin lips. this was the most expressive you have ever seen her. she began to part her lips when amanda came back through the door with the towels.

“perhaps this conversation will need to be revisited, my lady.”

[yuff7e]

Hi angel I love your layout!! Your blog is so cutesy :D Can I rq Sanemi bf headcanons? :-)

⋆.ೃ sanemi bf headcanons !! ࿔*:･ sfw / fluff / headcanons

gender neutral

hi anon !! i love sanemi, he’s the cutest !! and thank you, also the angel nickname has me twirling with cuteness :3 ur the angel for requesting !! enjoy <3

the cuties song -> www.spotify.com

- pure definition of “i hate everyone but you”

- like actually

- buddy doesn’t like no one besides his brother and you atp

- he’s over here cuddling you when no one’s looking and then slashing demons heads off w 0 remorse the next second

- honestly a pretty good sweet talker i would think

- he knows what to say to you to sweep you off your feet, he just doesn’t do it often

- in the right setting he will, but then he gets a little flustered with the affection you give him afterwards

- he likes taking the lead in anything, no matter what it is

- if you want to eat something new he’ll take a bite first “just in case”

- has extreme trust issues, so when you came around it took him a while to actually warm up to you

- so it took him an even longer time actually beginning to like you

- and then it took him LONGER to start dating you

- but he’s def worth the wait, you have a personal bodyguard for LIFE.

- i would think he’s extremely loyal, since he already doesn’t trust anyone and seeing how he’s trusted you enough to start dating you - id think he thinks you’re the one type-thing

- like, he picked you and wants a future with you

- you’re not just some partner that he’s dating “just cause”

- like no he saw visions of yalls future kids FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES BRO.

- he saw visions.

- jk lol

- maybe.

- he’s crazy so maybe yeah, he did see visions…..

- he’s not the biggest fan of physical touch, but really likes acts of service and words of affirmation

- if you go and do something for him he’s on his knees for you (promise not in a weird way, unless you want it to be lol)

- or if you praise him he gets a little flustered and turns his head away from you to hide the faint blush on his cheeks

- “hey, stop that.”

- “sorry!! you’re just so cool baby, i could talk about you forever.”

- “[name]!!”

- honestly, i definitely see him being pretty overprotective

- especially with what you wear and what you do

- not in a abusive way, but hey, we’re talking about feral sanemi here

- like, if you’re a female and one of the hashiras and they give you an outfit like mitsuris - he’s immediately turning that down

- unless you didn’t date until after and you were wearing that, he’d make you change

- “you don’t need the other boys over here staring at you, just me.”

- or if you were a guy and saw you helping another girl he’d be giving HEAAVYYY side eye

- like hello sir it’s fine

- or if you had a reputation to be flirtatious with the girls/guys there before you two had started dating, and still decided to date you after that you have another thing coming

- the night he confessed to you he was like “and if i see you talking with any girls/guys, it won’t end well.”

- bros like misa where she’s like “if i see you with another girl, ill kill her.”

- like OKAAYY buddy calm down it’s never that serious

- he feigns over you too, like crazy

- again, not in a weird way (unless you want it to be)

- i mean yeah it can be weird you’re adults, but like he always wants to be by you and if he’s away from you for a hot minute he’s (mysteriously) rushing back to wherever you’re at

- he needs his aura to 1000+ or he won’t be happy

- he’s lovable, and he loves you

i’m so tired, i’ve written 5 fics today and i’m worn out !! i’ll get to everyone’s tomorrow, goodnight loves <3

REQUESTS : OPEN

[nataliasquote]

Double the trouble | new families | n romanoff

Summary: the twins take a trip to meet new family members, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as Natasha wanted

Age: 3.5 years old

Warnings: cute Mama Nat content

wc: 4.4k

Pairings: WandaNat

Note: I’m not a WandaNat stan, it’s never been my first choice of ship, so tbh I’m still questioning how I ended up with this pairing in this series. Which is why I focus so heavily on Natasha’s relationship with the twins, because it’s something I’m used to writing. Hopefully that clears up why my writing is so imbalanced x

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Natasha would be lying if she said that the thought of what was coming today hadn’t kept her awake for most of the night. Wanda slept soundly by her side, unaware of the anxiety coursing through her wife’s body. The older redhead kept her eyes glued to the bedroom door, expecting one if not both toddlers to come running in in the middle of the night as monsters plagued their dreams. But it wasn’t weirdly quiet, which didn’t help to settle Natasha.

It was barely 5:30am by the time she had pulled herself out of bed and padded down to the kitchen, careful not to make any noise past the twins’ rooms. The sun had began to rise as she poured the first of many mugs of coffee, so Natasha wandered out onto the patio and sank onto one of the damp chairs that sat there. She loved the stillness of the morning, a start contrast to the usual chaos of her life. The air was crisp and fresh and just smelled like summer. Her favourite season.

A familiar set of footsteps echoed through the empty kitchen and Natasha smiled, looking over her shoulder just as her wife stepped through the patio doors. Wanda was definitely still half asleep, her hair mussed up from tossing and turning but she still looked as beautiful as ever. She carefully leaned down to give Natasha a kiss before looking out across the view their garden gave them. The house sat on the side of a hill, with the bustling city coming alive beneath them. They loved their location and wouldn’t change it for the world.

“How are you feeling about today?” Wanda asked, settling in the chair across from Nat as the cold stone beneath her feet started to get uncomfortable.

“I don’t know.” Natasha stared into the dark depths of her coffee, her eyes glazing over as she got lost in her thoughts. “That’s what scares me.”

Wanda softly touched her hand across the table. “The girls will be fine. Yelena will love them, as will Melina.”

“They’re not who I’m worried about.” Alexei had the biggest mouth and Natasha couldn’t shake the feeling that he would traumatise her babies. Especially Y/n, who had been really wary about guys recently.

“We can handle him, he won’t hurt them. He’s harmless Nat, except for when he talks. But you’ve got ground rules and Melina knows them, so I know she’s just as anxious as you are that he makes a good impression.”

Natasha just nodded but nibbled on her lip, not fully convinced. Motherhood was her favourite thing in the world, but it sure did attack her nerves and leave them frayed.

“Why don’t you go and wake the babies and I’ll start on breakfast. They can’t sleep for too long otherwise the drive will be hell.” A 7 hour drive with two 3.5 year olds… sounds like so much fun.

Wanda disappeared into the kitchen to get ingredients for breakfast whilst Natasha slowly made her way upstairs. By the layout of the house, the door to Y/n’s room was first. The twins’ rooms were conjoined but separated by a door, allowing them to have their own space.

The hallway light lit the way to Y/n’s bed and Natasha crouched down beside her youngest, stroking her messy curls out of her face as she slept. Despite having Natasha’s hair and eyes, the twins’ nose was definitely Wanda’s, and was Natasha’s favourite thing. Y/n’s tiny lips were parted and she slept peacefully, unaware of her Mama’s presence.

“Y/n, time to wake up sweetheart,” Nat said in her softest voice. She rubbed her daughter’s arm and smiled as the little girl frowned, her whole face screwing up. A small yawn escaped from her as she turned to face the one who disturbed her sleep, but all hard feelings vanished as she came face to face with her admittedly favourite parent.

“Mama,” she mumbled, reaching out with heavy arms. Natasha almost melted at the sight and gently scooped her up, the dead weight of her daughter making the task very inelegant. Almost immediately, Y/n snuggled into her neck and closed her eyes, falling back asleep in the comfort of Natasha’s arms.

Nat kept a strong hold on her before she pushed open the door to Isla’s room, surprised to see the little girl sat up in her bed. She’s clearly heard the noise next door.

“Mama,” was her response, her princess pyjama-covered body flinging itself out of bed and stumbling over to Nat to attach to her legs. “Wakey time?”

“It is wakey time, baby.” Isla’s curls were equally as messy as Y/n’s were, so Natasha didn’t even bother to smooth them down. “How did you sleep?”

“Good. Mr E kept me safe from the monsters.” Mr E was Isla’s stuffed elephant that she’d had since she was a baby. It was a little worn out but she slept with it every single night without fail. An adorable sight.

“He’s doing his job, I see.” Isla toddled over to free him from her tangled covers. “You hungry baby? I think mommy is making pancakes.”

“Pancapes?”

“Let’s go see.” With Y/n still fast asleep against her chest and Isla clutching onto her other hand, it was a miracle Natasha didn’t tumble down the stairs. She was very much relieved when Isla went running over to Wanda and Nat was able to hold Y/n with two arms.

“Don’t tell me she fell asleep again?” Wanda said with a laugh, helping Isla carry her sippy cup over to the table. She settled her toddler into her high chair and kissed her cheeks lovingly.

“Of course she did!” Natasha was leaning against the back of her chair with Y/n curled up in her lap, chest rising and falling almost in sync with Natasha’s heartbeat. “I don’t know if she slept well.”

“Is it mean to say I hope she didn’t?” Wanda asked, adding a ladle of pancake batter to her pan. “Would make our lives certainly a lot easier.”

“Mommy, pancapes please!” Isla announced, drumming her little fists against her plastic tray table. She kicked her legs eagerly in anticipation as the smell of fresh pancakes filled the air.

“Patience, baby girl. Mommy needs to cook them first.”

Natasha had successfully woken Y/n up for the second time, but this time the scowl on her small face did not let up.

“Hey grumpy girl,” she cooed, bouncing Y/n softly as though she was a baby. “Mornings really aren’t your thing, huh?”

“Here,” Wanda handed Natasha Y/n’s cup of milk, her go to in the morning. The twins had outgrown their morning bottles, but the comfort of warm milk at breakfast was something they both still enjoyed. “Hello grouchy,” she said with a kiss to her head.

Y/n did not stop glaring at everyone throughout breakfast, and Natasha and Wanda found it thoroughly entertaining. Her poor pancakes were being murdered by her tiny plastic fork and spoon, and with the combined mess of her squished raspberries, it sure looked like a massacre.

The plan was to drive to Melina’s in the morning and arrive late afternoon, just in time for the twins’ dinner and bedtime. This was the first time they would be sleeping in a different bed and both mothers were anxious to see how they would handle it. Hence the shortened night sleep.

Bags and car packed, twins buckled into their car seats and google maps yelling directions from Natasha’s phone, they were finally on the road. Y/n watched the world go by out of the window, the fluffy summer clouds catching her attention. She reached her hand up and stroked it through the air, trying to grab them.

Beside her, Isla was playing with Mr E, of course. He had one ear smaller than the other thanks to her teething phase, but she still cuddled him close and babbled to him quietly.

So far, so good, Wanda thought.

But she’d spoken too soon.

One hour. That’s how long they’d been on the road for before the sound of cries came from the back seat. There was still another 45 minutes before their first scheduled stop so Natasha kept driving, trying to block out the piercing screams behind her.

Wanda craned around in her seat, trying to pinpoint who was crying. But seeing Isla’s smiling face, she knew it was Y/n. She was sat directly behind Wanda’s chair which made the whole situation a lot harder.

“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok. Mommy’s here.” She tried her best to soothe her, rubbing her knee just about. But Y/n continued to cry and now Isla was looking a bit put out. The last thing the mothers needed was two crying toddlers.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Natasha asked, taking a small look at her daughter before she merged onto the highway. “Wands, can you-“

“I’ve got her, don’t worry.” She turned around in her chair more, trying to look directly at Y/n. “Don’t cry baby, what’s wrong?”

“My stuffy!” Y/n wailed, kicking her feet against the hard plastic of her seat. “My stuffy!”

Isla looked at her sister and then looked at the floor in front of her, spotting the familiar orange and black stuffed animal in the wrong place.

“Mommy she drop it,” Isla helpfully pointed out, gesturing down in front of Y/n’s seat. Wanda glanced down and sighed. Y/n had dropped her favourite tiger plushie onto the floor and out of reach, triggering her little outburst. The Sokovian reached behind her seat to grab it but failed; it was too far away. Y/n saw her unsuccessful attempt and cried harder. Her tiger was doomed.

“I’ll get it,” Natasha muttered, taking one hand off the steering wheel and reaching it behind Wanda’s seat whilst keeping the car steady on the road. She was such a typical dad driver, almost as if she were reaching back for candy.

“Nat no, you drive, I’ll do it. You really forget I’m a witch don’t you.” Natasha smiled sheepishly and retracted her hand, allowing Wanda to retrieve the toy with a few simple red wisps. She brought it to the front and dusted off and bits of dirt before handing it back to Y/n who seized it gladly and stuffed her face into its fur, her cries ceasing immediately.

“Noisy,” Isla said, making Nat and Wanda burst out laughing. Oh she was such a hypocrite even at the ripe age of three.

The gas station they stopped at luckily had a McDonald’s attached, which meant the twins struck up a chant for Happy Meals the second they saw their favourite restaurant. And luckily for Wanda and Natasha, their girls had a habit of falling asleep after lunch, so this was impeccably timed.

Two chicken nugget happy meals silenced the twins enough for the moms to get some peace and quiet. Natasha picked at her wrap whilst Wanda chewed on her fries, not overly fond of the burgers sold here. The restaurant wasn’t too busy, with it being a Wednesday, but Y/n and Isla still peered around at everyone who passed their table, making several elderly couples coo over their matching hair and outfits.

Wanda’s guilty pleasure was dressing them in the same outfit. She had to, before they got too old and refused. Natasha let her do most of their clothes shopping and each week she would return, squealing over the latest adorable outfit.

Y/n and Isla were comfortable but cute today. Black leggings and little grey sweatshirts with their newest pair of white converse. If Wanda was the clothes lover, Natasha was the shoes. Something about tiny versions of her own shoes made her heart clench and she just couldn’t refuse them. But of course there was a spare change of clothes on hand, just in case.

After another 5 hours of driving and stops, the SUV turned down a street that was incredibly familiar to the redhead behind the wheel. She drove slowly, taking in her surroundings. This place had never been associated with a happy time in her life, and receiving the news that Melina had bought the house again shocked her.

She cut off the engine in the driveway and felt Wanda’s hand slip into hers, giving her an encouraging squeeze. Wanda didn’t need to read her wife’s mind to feel the anxiety radiating off her, so she stepped up to be her rock and grounded her instantly.

“Where is this?” Isla piped up, her eyes glued to the window and the trees outside. Y/n was still half asleep but followed her sister’s gaze.

“Let’s go find out.” Natasha climbed out of her side and went to get Isla, whilst Wanda did the same with Y/n. The youngest was far too tired to want to walk, so she clung to Wanda’s cardigan desperately, wanting the safety of her mommy in this strange environment. But the second Natasha appeared she reached out, tiny fists grabbing at the air.

“Come on big girl,” Natasha groaned, taking Y/n from Wanda and settling her on her hip. “Let’s go see your aunt and grandma.”

Y/n didn’t clock what she said, too focused on playing with Natasha’s hair. Wanda held Isla’s hand tightly as the four made their way to the front door. There was a faint rustling once the doorbell was pressed and the door flung open to reveal a grinning blonde woman.

“They’re here!” She yelled, bouncing on her toes in excitement. “Natasha! You brought my babies!”

The redhead rolled her eyes. “Hello to you too Yelena.” Yelena barely acknowledged her sister, too busy smiling widely at the small red haired girl in her arms. “Are you going to invite us inside or are we going to stand here and freeze?”

“Yelena let your sister and her family inside!” A voice called from the dark hallway, making the blonde woman smile sheepishly and step to the side. Natasha tightened her grip around Y/n and stepped inside, focusing her attention on her daughter to keep her anxiety at bay. Walking into her childhood home had hit her harder than she’d expected.

Isla held onto Wanda’s hand as the family entered, suddenly feeling really shy in this new space. The interior was dark but weirdly comforting, the dated furniture only adding to the odd charm. Wanda could see how tense Natasha was just from the way she was standing and she wished she could comfort her.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward, and even the twins sensed it. Isla had stopped smiling and Y/n looped her arms around Natasha’s neck, pulling her closer. Nat kissed her hand and smiled reassuringly.

“How was your drive?” A dark haired woman asked, appearing in the corner of the room like a ghost. Pale skin, dark hair, Y/n was intrigued.

“Not too bad, a bit of traffic in the city but we got through it.”

“Mama who’s that?” Isla asked, holding onto Natasha’s pant leg whilst looking between the two strange women in front of her.

Natasha crouched down and placed Y/n on the floor, holding both of her girls by their waists.

“Ok girls, this is Mama’s sister,” she pointed to Yelena who gave a thumbs up. “And that’s your grandma. That’s my mom.” Y/n stared at Melina with hesitation. She could hear how uncertain her Mama was and that manifested itself in her own thoughts too. Even thought she was only two and a half.

“Who wants to give Aunt Yelena a hug?” Yelena sat on the floor and patted in front of her.

“They’re not dogs, Lena. They don’t just run over to you like that.”

Yelena frowned. “Well I don’t know! Fanny does it!”

At the mention of his name, the Akita perked his head up and trotted over to Yelena before settling down with his head in her lap. The twins’ eyes lit up at the sight of the dog.

“Doggy! Can we pet Mama?”

Wanda studied the scene in front of her. “Is he well trained, Yelena?” The blonde nodded and so did Melina. “Go on then girls. But be gentle.”

Y/n and Isla held each others hand and slowly approached the dog, completely missing the way Yelena grinned as they approached. She wanted to be the cool Aunt who spoilt her nieces and this was a win in her eyes.

“If you sit next to him he might give you kisses,” she said in her heavy Russian accent, gently pushing Fanny off her lap to let the twins take a seat. Y/n was more hesitant, letting Isla take Yelena’s hand first. The blonde crossed her legs and settled the small girl into her lap before holding out her arm for Y/n.

“It’s ok sweetheart,” Natasha encouraged when Y/n looked back at her moms. But that didn’t work. The youngest girl ran back to her Mama and pressed into her side, not trusting strangers like her sister did. She watched from the safety of Natasha’s arms as Isla stroked the Akita and giggled as his wet kisses tickled her cheek.

“Do you want to come with me and get a drink, Y/n?” Melina asked, smiling softly at the young girl with her hand out. Y/n looked up at Wanda and Natasha who nodded towards Melina, trying to get her daughter to detached herself from Natasha.

“You can’t stay with me,” Natasha said firmly, although her voice still had that gentleness to it. But Y/n really was struggling, and her change in voice made the little girl’s eyes well up with tears. Natasha glanced at Wanda with a sigh and quickly excused herself and Y/n back outside.

“What’s wrong, detka? Why the tears?”

“Just want you,” Y/n mumbled, rubbing her eye. Natasha shook her head and refused the toddler’s request for cuddles. “Mama!”

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Her motherly instincts had hit the nail on the head and Y/n nodded. Not necessarily sleep-tired, but more from being in a new place. She just wanted to go home and be with her mamas but clearly that wasn’t an option. “Why don’t we see if grandma Melina has some milk or juice so you can have a nap.”

Y/n brushed against her lips with her thumb as she thought. “I get tiger?” Natasha allowed her to retrieve the forgotten stuffed animal from the car before they headed back inside to find Wanda sat on the floor giving Fanny some belly tickles with Isla.

Nat gave Y/n a small nudge of encouragement and watched as she toddled over to Melina, clutching her tiger for courage.

“Milk, p’ease?” She asked quietly,

Melina’s heart softened at her request and she glanced at Natasha fondly. “Of course, let’s go find some.” Offering her hand to the small girl who took it after a few seconds, they disappeared into the kitchen, Natasha following to loiter in the doorway between the two rooms.

Melina had picked Y/n up and sat her on the counter whilst she rummaged in the fridge to find a glass bottle of milk. She may act cold, but the second she’d found out the twins were visiting she had gone out and bought all the supplies she could think of. High chairs, plastic cups and plates, toys. You name it, she probably bought it.

And Natasha couldn’t quite believe it when she saw her ‘mom’ pull out a brand new cup with Y/n’s favourite princesses on it. The toddler smiled and accepted the drink, sipping on it carefully through the lid.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Natasha said, crossing her arms against her chest.

Melina shrugged off her comment, not wanting to be complimented. “I never got to do it with you.”

Natasha smiled a watery smile and crossed the threshold, gravitating towards the dining room window that overlooked the garden she knew so well. “You kept our old swingset.”

“Didn’t have the heart to take it down.”

“I used to love it so much-“

“You thought if you swung high enough you’d be able to touch the stars,” Melina cut her off, looking at Y/n fondly. “She looks so much like you.”

Natasha’s eyes lingered on the desolate swing set for a few more moments. If she looked hard enough she swore she could see tiny lights in the trees, dancing around the branches like forest stars.

“She’s got your heart too.”

Natasha wiped a stray tear and turned around, pressing her lips into a tight smile. “She’s my little miracle.”

“What happened with her?”

Natasha leaned her hands on the closest dining chair and sighed, not really wanting to relieve the moment that still felt so fresh in her mind, despite it occurring over two years ago.

“She had a heart defect when she was born and the doctors didn’t pick up on it right away. It was obvious that she was a bit smaller than Isla but they thought that was it. It wasn’t until a couple days later that she started struggling to breathe because her heart wasn’t working properly. I really thought we were going to lose her before we even brought her home.”

Y/n was oblivious that she was being talked about and she just sat there idly drinking her milk and fiddling with the technological watch on Melina’s wrist. She didn’t understand, but the sound of her Mama’s voice was soothing and made her eyelids start to droop slowly.

“Does she still have trouble now?”

Natasha shook her head. “Thankfully no. We still have to have regular check ups just to make sure it’s all ok, but the surgery seemed to have fixed the problem.” She couldn’t help but pout at Y/n tiredness as she noticed from across the room. “Would you mind making another cup for Isla? They could do with a nap before dinner.”

Melina happily obliged and sent Natasha back into the living room with a cup for Isla who gratefully accepted it. She leaned against Yelena as she drank it and the blonde woman held her carefully, her boisterous nature suddenly flipped 180 in the presence of a child. Wanda came to join Natasha’s side, having missed her even for those few minutes.

“Do you want to put them down for a nap?” Natasha whispered to Wanda, knowing that she felt very much on the outside of this situation. “I’ll go and bring the bags to our room.”

“Have the girls got their own room?”

“Yeah. Yelena offered to sleep on the couch so they’re taking her room and we’re across the hall. Like always.”

Wanda slipped her hand into Natasha’s and pressed a small kiss to her lips, wanting to keep it short and sweet. “Ok then, I’ll let Isla finish if you go get the stuff.”

After an almost-asleep Y/n was placed on Wanda’s lap, Natasha headed back to the car to start ferrying their bags back and forth.

“Isla, baby, it’s nap time,” the Sokovian cooed, only to be met with grumbles of protest.

“No, stay Lena!” Whining was a clear sign that she was tired, but Isla was a stubborn as Natasha and scowled hard, tiny face screwing up.

“I’m sure Yelena will come and help if you’re a good girl.” Bribery, the most effective parenting tactic. Isla turned around and looked up at Yelena with her big green eyes, completely melting the Russian’s heart and making her fall head over heels in love.

“Why don’t you show me your cool pyjamas, huh?” Yelena said, tickling Isla gently in the ribs. This got the toddler up and moving, pulling as hard as she could on Yelena’s hand to make her follow. Wanda chuckled and let Yelena lead the way up the small staircase to her room where two makeshift beds had been set up.

Natasha had worked speedy and already laid out a folded pair of pyjamas for the girls on each bed, and Isla ran straight towards hers, eager to show Yelena. She babbled away as the blonde helped her get changed, her sleepy state now a million miles away.

Y/n let Wanda get her changed and didn’t protest once, but the slightly frown on her face was a telltale sight that she still wasn’t happy.

“Will you read story?” Isla asked Yelena as she climbed under the covers, Mr E tucked safely under her arm. Yelena looked at Wanda for permission who just shook her head.

“We usually only do stories at bedtime.”

“Maybe later, soldier.” Isla frowned but accepted her answer and yawned. “Sleep well, little one.”

Both adults backed out of the room and found Natasha downstairs with Melina, their voices hushed as they talked.

“Are they always so different?” Yelena asked, plopping down onto the couch and almost hitting Natasha in the process.

“What do you mean?”

The blonde screwed up her face. “Well, Isla is so… you know, and Y/n is…” descriptive as ever.

“They’ve always been like that,” Natasha sighed, leaning her head on Wanda’s shoulder and smiling as their hands found each other.

“Y/n is her Mama’s girl,” Wanda said with a fond smile, no hint of resentment or jealous in her words. “But they’re so different it’s crazy sometimes. And Y/n has her moments, but she prefers to watch while Isla talks. Saves our ears, that’s for sure.”

“Speaking of talking, where is he?” There was bitterness to Natasha’s tone and Melina clenched her jaw, her hands coming to smooth over her black pants.

“I sent him away for the week,” she admitted, watching Natasha’s eyes shift at the news. “I didn’t think it would be good for the girls… or you.”

Natasha’s original hardened expression slowly softened and she bit her tongue to stop the tears building. Motherhood had made her soft and emotional, but she didn’t realise just how much.

“A mother always knows, Natasha. I’m sure you both would have done the same if it was the other way around.”

It was like a weight lifted off her shoulders and for the first time since they’d left that morning, she finally relaxed. Her girls were safely asleep upstairs, Wanda was grounding her by her side, and the family she had abandoned for years had welcomed her back with open arms.

Maybe these reconnections weren’t going to be so bad after all.

[winstonsns]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a dally fic where the reader is a part of the gang and her and dally are super close and the gang is making plans to go to the drive in but reader doesn't wanna walk so she asks dally for a piggyback (he obviously says yes cause he's down bad for her) but anyways, he gets super cocky by saying stuff like "askin' old dal for a ride, huh?" and then the gang starts teasing them for it (this is my first req ever so sorry if it's bad lmao😣)

baby i’m yours (request)

pairings: dally x reader

summary: you are too tired to walk to the drive in, so dally carries you

warnings: cussing

authors note: i looked forward to this request so this is one of my favorites i’ve ever been asked to make! thank you so much for requesting this. i decided to change the layout a bit but does it look ok? also sorry this is kinda short💗 i hope you enjoy

word count: 0.5k

you and the gang were sitting on the couch in the curtis house, bored out of your minds. you sat next to dally, your legs laying on his lap as you stared at the ceiling.

steve then asked, “hey, you guys know about that new movie that’s comin’ out today? it’s gonna be on in ‘round an hour, i’m goin’.” soda chimed in, saying he wanted to join too. soon, the others began to voice how they wanted to see the movie too.

everyone had spoken besides you, dally noticed and looked at you, placing his hand on your calf. “you gonna go too?” he asked, looking at you up and down.

you responded, “not sure, my legs are really sore… i was walkin’ around town with my friend the whole day.”

dally began to rub your calf in a caring way, he softly suggested, “how ‘bout i carry you or somethin’? that way you can still go, yeah?”

you thought for a second before nodding your head and thanking him. you and the gang had around twenty minutes to spare before you had to start heading over to the drive in.

you continued to watch the movie you were already watching, it ending around fifteen minutes later. two-bit suggested, “should probably head over now, it’ll take around… what, ten minutes? so then we’ll be like… half an hour early? is that right?”

the gang responded in different ways, nodding and talking. all of you stood up from the couch, stretching and groaning before walking out the door. dally turned to you as you stood up, taking a moment while you cracked your back.

“get on my back.” he says, bending down slightly as you jump on his back. he walks out as you rest your cheek on his back, tired and still wanting to rest.

“needed old dal to help you, huh baby?” he asked, teasing you. as your arms are wrapped around his neck, you let go to lightly push his back, mumbling, “shut up…”

he thought for a second, smirking as the gang was looking at the two of you. he decided to tease you again, “couldn’t do it on your own, huh? and out of all people, you decided to choose me to carry you. could’ve asked anyone else…”

“maybe i should’ve asked someone else… but you’re so strong, dal. so handsome, manly…” you tease, he blushes as the gang begin to tease him too.

“god, get a room, you two! don’t have to be all lovesick all the damn time.”

“why are you guys kinda cute together…”

“dally’s got the hots for y/n!”

“man, dally probably thinks he’s her knight in shinin’ armor!”

he rolls his eyes, still walking as the both of you are blushing, “shut the fuck up, man.”

[vettelsvee]

CLIFFORD AND EMILY | Sebastian Vettel

history series main masterlist | requests here!

ferrari sebastian vettel x race engineer girlfriend!reader

word count: 3195

summary: y/n tells seb that it would be a great present for his birthday to adopt a puppy, and they find the perfect one

warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff. dad ferrari!seb as i can't get rid of him. based on 2018 season and narrated on seb's pov

a/n: once again, this is part of history series (coming soon as is being heavily edited) and translated by cele! changed my layout to my comfort people so are you like it? also, as always, i'll be waiting for your feedback, as well as comments and chats on that anon button please! and also, don't forget reblogs are truly appreciated guys! tysm <3

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

Normally, I didn't have trouble getting up in the mornings, especially during Grand Prix weekends, but today it had been incredibly hard to leave Y/N and Emily sleeping.

Maybe the problem was that today was my birthday, and, in part, we couldn't spend it like a normal family. I didn't mind working on such a special day, but it did bother me when I thought it was my first birthday with Emily.

Very reluctantly, I decided to start my day, trying not to let my bad mood consume me. As soon as I set foot on the floor, I adjusted the sheets to cover my girlfriend, taking the utmost care not to wake her. Nights with our daughter were exasperating, and I didn't know how Y/N managed to be at one hundred percent during team meetings, press conferences, free practice sessions, qualifying and the race, and especially the briefings and all the data analysis her job entailed.

I trained with Eddie for just an hour and a half. According to him, my birthday present was a less strict training session; even so, we ran a lap around the block where the hotel was located, and then we went straight to the gym.

At half-past seven in the morning, to my good fortune, he told me I could go back to my room to get ready for that Friday.

I entered as quickly as I could, being very careful because it was still quite early, and I assumed my girls would be resting. Deep down, I knew that wasn't going to be the case, so I wasn't surprised to see Y/N, still in her pyjamas, walking back and forth while breastfeeding Emily and trying to eat a piece of toast.

“God!” She quickly swallowed the bite and pretended she hadn't been eating. I couldn't help but laugh at how cute the scene seemed to me. “I'm so sorry, Seb. I had ordered breakfast to be brought up and ready for when you came, but I was so hungry and wasn't sure when Eddie would let you go today…”

I shook my head and approached her. I left a short kiss on her lips and then placed another on my daughter's forehead.

“Happy birthday, sunshine,” she said, wrapping her free arm around me. “How many birthdays have we spent together now? Eight?”

“Seven,” I corrected her, remembering we didn’t get to spend the 2008 one together. “And I hope there will be more because I'm not going to let you get rid of me anytime soon.”

“Do you really think I'm going to get rid of you so soon? In case you don't remember, we not only work together: we also share a house, a cat, a daughter, and we're going to have a dog…”

After that last part, Y/N let out a small scream and covered her mouth with her hand.

If I was the one who could keep secrets perfectly, Y/N Y/L/N was the complete opposite.

“What do you mean by a dog, Y/N?”

“Oh, well, I don't know… I must have mixed up some conversation I had with Aristella about Cherry,” her nerves were quite noticeable. “I got confused, and…”

“Y/N, I know you perfectly, and I know when you're lying to me. What did you mean by we’re going to have a dog?”

Given my insistence and, why not say it, the poker face I probably had, my girlfriend sighed. She placed Emily in the crib next to our bed and, while asking me to sit down and start having breakfast, took her mobile phone and immersed herself in it.

“Well, you see…” she began, sitting in front of me and taking a strawberry in her hands. “Since you adopted Vanilla as a surprise for me, I've been thinking that I would like to do the same for you, but between the chaotic 2013 we had and Emily's birth, I found it a bit impossible. It's also true that it's something I would like to discuss before doing it because it's a matter that depends not only on me but also on you,” she clarified.

“And that means…?”

“Forget it, Seb. It doesn't matter. I haven't told you anything, okay? Forget it.”

It bothered me to see her so indecisive, though it didn’t stop me from finding her idea quite endearing deep down. I knew she was nervous; the constant fiddling with the napkin and her flushed cheeks were proof of that.

“Do you want to adopt a dog?” I asked her, loud and clear.

“It’s not that I want to adopt a dog. Well, I do, but…” she sighed, stopped eating breakfast, and looked at me directly. “The thing is, I know you’d like to have a dog, and you’ve had that idea in your head for quite some time, so I thought that, only if you want, we could adopt one,” she finally explained.

“Do you want to wait until we get back home? If you want, we can talk to Michael and have him recommend…”

“No, no, not at all! I’ve already talked to Lewis about it, and he’s informed me,” she hastened to clarify. “Since I wanted to do all this, if possible, today, I asked him where he adopted Roscoe and Coco. I thought today was the perfect day for the adoption because it’s your birthday,” she repeated.

I nodded as I got up and headed towards Emily’s crib, who had started crying once more.

“I mean, all this is only if you want, of course,” Y/N spoke again. Before I could respond, she interrupted me once more. “But if you want, we can do it when we get back home. I don’t mind, except I wouldn’t have another birthday present to give you…”

Still holding the baby in my arms, I approached her and silenced her with a long, slow kiss, one I took my time with but received no complaints about, quite the opposite.

Y/N always went out of her way with gifts, even during times when her finances weren't the best. I much preferred her giving me something symbolic over an expensive whim.

So, the fact that she wanted to adopt a dog today, as my birthday present, made this thing I had wanted for so long even more special. Plus, thinking that Emily would grow up with the new member of the family made it a thousand times better.

“If my girl says it’s happening today, then we should follow her lead,” I finished saying. “What time do you think we’ll be done with everything we have to do today?”

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“I hope there aren’t too many people, because if Britta finds out we’re doing all this without telling her…”

“Y/N, relax. If there’s any problem or anything, I’ll handle the press. Besides, it’s not like they don’t know me: remember I adopted Roscoe and Coco there, so they know me quite well.”

Lewis had decided to come with us to, according to him, ensure his friends received proper treatment. Deep down, I knew it was because he didn’t want to see Aristella, Britta’s niece and Y/N's best friend, hanging around Rosberg even while they were in the middle of their divorce process.

Hamilton’s concern for the girl wasn’t just something a friend would have, and I knew he was fully aware of that.

“Do you have something in mind, Seb?”

Lewis’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

“Sorry, what?”

“If you’ve thought of a name for the dog,” the dark-haired man spoke again. “I hope it’s something different from the usual. You know, the world has too many Tobys and all those common dog name variants.”

“If we’re talking about giving common names to pets, Seb is your guy,” Y/N spoke now, almost shouting. “When he adopted Vanilla just to get me to move in with him, he told me Garfield was a better name. Garfield, like the cartoon cat! If that’s not common…”

“What do you want to call an orange cat, Y/N? Vanilla? I remind you that you wanted to name her Cheeto…”

“Because she looked like a Cheeto and I thought it was a male!” she retorted. “Later, when I realised she was female and not so orange, I named her Vanilla.”

“Vanilla, I like it. It’s an… interesting name,” Lewis intervened. “Can I ask why you named her like that?”

“Y/N's favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla. That, and if you add the fact that cats are her favourite animal…” I answered in her place.

I saw Y/N's lips curve slightly in the rear-view mirror.

Then, she turned around and put a hand on my leg, stroking it.

“I hope you find the perfect name for the new family member, love. Even if it’s the same as every other dog in the world,” she said ironically.

After those words, I realised we had arrived at the shelter Lewis Hamilton seemed to admire so much.

The Brit, as he guided us towards what appeared to be the entrance, commented that we should be careful with Emily, not because the furry ones were aggressive, but because they got very excited when they had visitors, especially if they were children.

A dark-skinned woman with completely dark hair was at the door, as if she had been waiting for us for a while. Lewis gave her a hug and immediately introduced us.

“These are Sebastian Vettel, his girlfriend Y/N, and their daughter, Emily.”

She gave us a smile, and I saw she intended to shake our hands until she saw our little one. She approached to dote on her as soon as Y/N gave her permission with a glance. Emily’s laughter began to fill the room, and she started to move cheerfully in Y/N's arms.

“I’m so sorry for my lack of manners, but when I see such a beautiful baby like this little one…” the woman began to say, still playing with the child. Then, she cleared her throat and looked at both of us. “Nice to meet you, couple,” she finally shook our hands. “I’m Jade, and well, I’ve been a volunteer at this shelter since time immemorial, back in the prehistoric times.”

“Don’t say that, Jade! You look wonderful,” Lewis told her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t be so flattering, young man,” she chided him. “I appreciate all kinds of compliments for my age, but that’s not why we’re here. Well, tell me: if I’m not mistaken, and as your friend here has told me, you want to expand your family, right?”

Now she was looking intently at both of us. I nodded in response; at the same time, and by inertia, my right arm wrapped around my girlfriend’s waist, which made Emily start reaching out her little arms to come to me.

“Today is Seb’s birthday, and he’s been wanting to adopt a dog for quite some time,” my girlfriend explained.

“Oh, the adoption is a birthday gift!” Jade exclaimed, beginning to clap and approaching me quickly to give me a hug that I gladly accepted. “Happy birthday, dear! How old are you now?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Oh, dear. If I could be that age again…”

I smiled at her response as Y/N handed me Emily, who had started babbling to come to me.

“A daddy’s girl, I see, huh?” Jade chimed in. Y/N was about to answer, but before she could even do so, the woman was already speaking again. “Well, since it’s your birthday, I think I have the perfect gift for you.”

Without saying anything more, the woman gestured for us to follow her, and we did. We passed through several areas with dogs of different ages roaming freely, who approached us to sniff and perhaps convince us to adopt them.

Lewis mentioned that some of them were related to Coco. I laughed at the supposed joke, which stopped being a joke when Jade confirmed it. Y/N lagged behind a few times because she stopped to play with the dogs that approached her, which were quite a few. Emily and I, however, kept a brisk pace, possibly eager to find out what the woman was talking about and why she was being so mysterious.

Finally, we arrived at a kind of room with less light than I expected and, to my surprise, full of what seemed to be soft little beds. On top of them, not only was there a dog lying down that seemed quite tired, but there were also several puppies nursing from her.

Jade indicated before we entered that we should remain silent.

“One of our dogs gave birth last night,” she told us. “I don’t want to give all her puppies up for adoption since I’d like at least one to stay with her, but considering that the puppies and you share a birthday, I’d be delighted if you adopted one of them.”

I opened my eyes wide and couldn’t say anything. Next to me, Y/N seemed to have reacted the same way I did.

Saying we were surprised would be an understatement.

“But… are you serious?” my girlfriend commented, still in surprise.

“Of course, dears!” the woman responded cheerfully. “The only issue, so to speak, though it’s not really a problem, is that it’ll take about a month and a half before you can take him home. You know, the separation process from the mother is crucial.”

“No problem, really. We’ll wait as long as it takes,” I finally spoke. “Besides, I think we have a break around that time, right?”

“Yes, about a month,” Lewis replied.

“We’ve already got our vacation destination, sunshine,” Y/N said to me, apparently much more excited than I was.

“Now, I need you to tell me something important: which one of them do you want to be your little girl’s new brother?”

Still holding Emily, Y/N and I carefully approached the puppies.

To our eyes, they all looked exactly the same. We couldn’t see their eyes, but I was almost convinced they would be similar to the colour of their fur, a light brown skin similar to beach sand. They were huddled together and didn’t seem to be doing anything other than trying to nurse for as long as possible.

“Do you know what breed or mix they are?” Y/N asked the lady with that characteristic curiosity of hers.

“If I remember correctly, their mother is a golden retriever and their father, a big labrador.”

My girlfriend thanked her, turning towards her and leaving Emily by herself for a moment. At that point, seemingly unaware that her mother wasn't watching her every move, the little one began to crawl towards the puppies. Instinctively, I quickly scooped her up in my arms to prevent her from doing so. However, she didn't seem to give up: she started kicking until, just like that, I brought her a little closer to the furry animals.

While Y/N and Lewis chatted with Jade, I remained seated on the floor next to my daughter, who seemed to have settled on a particular puppy. I tried shifting her gaze from side to side, attempting to get her to notice the rest of them, but it seemed the one farthest from its mother had caught her attention the most.

“I think Emily has chosen who’s going to be her adopted sibling, hasn’t she?” I remarked.

As soon as I said that, the three of them turned towards me, crouching down to my level. Emily was still engrossed with that little one and seemed to continue being so until we left.

“Have you chosen for Daddy, Emi?” Y/N asked, almost lying on the floor to join the game that Emily was playing with the one who seemed to be our new child. “Do you want this to be your new little brother? Or sister, of course.”

“He's a boy, actually,” Jade intervened. “And, if I’m honest and don't recall incorrectly, he’s the oldest of the whole litter.”

“Do you want to adopt this little one then, sunshine? Honestly, if you’re not convinced we can wait a bit…” Y/N whispered as if wanting it to be a secret between us.

“Clifford,” I suddenly blurted out.

They looked at me as if they had seen a ghost. Of course, I would act the same if someone dropped a name out of nowhere in a situation like this.

“I want to name him Clifford,” I clarified. “Remember the series about that big red dog you told me you watched with your sisters when they were little?” I asked my girlfriend, who nodded. “Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that the main character of the series, who was also the owner of the dog, was named Emily.”

“What’s that got to do with it, love?” she asked, curious. Did she really not know why I had suggested that name?

“Well, it just so happens that your daughter is named Emily and she seems to have chosen for us.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up and widened exaggeratedly. I swear I saw them get a little misty when she finally seemed to understand what I meant. Immediately, she stood up, took the baby in her arms, and began to talk to her while they played as if they were the only ones in the room.

“I guess I already have a birthday present, right?” I asked the redhead, standing beside her and giving her a kiss on the forehead and another to our daughter.

“Emily and Clifford…” she murmured. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

“Well, I hope that when we have the next baby, I can nail it in the same way.”

Jade, after the last sentence that I had just said, was left dumbfounded. Lewis, for his part, tried to turn a deaf ear and, instead, told me that they would be waiting for us at the entrance to do all the necessary paperwork, not without whispering to me in the least blatant way possible that he hoped that this would be my other birthday present.

Obviously, he deserved a well-deserved punch from Y/N.

“Are you already thinking about the next baby, love? Emily hasn’t even turned one yet!”

“I always think about the second baby, to be honest,” I replied. I was convinced, and I knew as well as she did that we had barely laid the foundations of our family. “A puppy brother for Emily is fine, but a human one would be a thousand times better. Don’t you think so?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned away, heading towards the shelter entrance. I quickly caught up with her, and her laughter filled my ears.

“If you're already thinking about our second baby, then we'll have to listen to Lewis and start practising tonight before dinner with my parents,” she suggested.

Her mischievous look infected me, and I couldn’t help but return it.

“As the birthday boy, I vote for squeezing in a free practice session before dinner with my parents tonight. How does that sound?”

“Whatever you wish, birthday boy,” she replied. “But I hope you come up with a good enough excuse for them not to suspect anything when we arrive late, and also when you ask if they can keep Emily overnight.”

[ambrosiaaddiction]

The Princess and The Tool’s Day Off

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ repair man!Simon Riley x curvy!Y/N

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: Slight nsfw excerpt from a series that most of us are familiar with.

₊˚ପ⊹ Word Count: 1.6k

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: this is a special filler before part 2 & credit goes to @writingmyimagination

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Sunny days weren’t particularly (Y/N)’s favorite. But for some odd reason, on one of the brightest summer days, she decided to go to the pool and test out the amenities her apartment offered. Dressed in her white bikini top that had a deep v in the front and a crisscross back, she paired it with high waisted black bottoms with a white trim. She wore a black Pink brand baseball hat to conceal her face from the hot sun and hoped to avoid sunburn.

(Y/N) had always been the solitary type until Luna brightened up her life, whether she wanted her to or not. She chose her, and they’ve been friends since. She had the opportunity to spend time in the sun alone at their community pool, and hence she took it. The sun beaming down on her skin, allowing the heat to create small beads of sweat as she worked on her non-existent tan and read her book series. So engrossed in her fantasy world with her favorite steamy romance novel, she failed to notice the heavy gaze from a certain repair man while he let loose of some steam in the gym.

“Bloody hell.” Simon whistled as he silently cursed and praised his job’s layout of the gym and pool. The clubhouse that houses the gym was placed right next to the pool with an open view. The windows showed a one way reflection as he looked out to the sunny deserted place, finding the bane of his existence just giggling at her book. “She’s fuckin’ stunnin’.” He breathed out to no one in particular. “Those curves on display for the world. They aren’t worthy of this masterpiece.”

His muscles rippled with every set as he pushed himself further than usual, wanting his veins to pop just a bit more today. Heavy breaths and grunts escaping him, filling the room with a small echo. Considering he was the only person there. This was a typical day off for Simon. Work out when no one was around, wash off and spend his day doing something around his house. 

He knew he had a change of plans in order when near the end of his two hour workout, she was still there. He watched her occasionally get too hot, take her hat off, and dove into the deepest end of the pool. The first time, (Y/N) had him almost nearing the door, ready to save her when she didn’t come up for air. Only for him to realize she swam the length of the pool under water then would float just in the middle as if she was the only person in the world.

His favorite moment was when she’d use the ladder to climb out, the water dripping off her and he’d wish it was something else. Simon had been in quite the predicament after visiting her home and meeting both her and her best friend. He thought of her randomly after that and wondered if after he was done fixing stuff, would she’d still look at him with that cute pout every now and then.

He ached, his muscles burning from his intense regimen. He made use of the gyms showers and changed to his deep maroon swimming trunks. They were mid-thigh to show his toned muscular legs and tight, giving little to imagine if he stood just right. It’s not like he could help it if he was blessed in the areas most men would pay money for.

Once he walked out of the gym, he instantly made eye contact with her.

“Holy mother of all things good.” She muttered under her breath. Her eyes roamed over his chiseled arms, seeing the veins pop as they reached his hands. They trailed down his torso to the criminal happy trail leading down to a rather large bulge. He stood by the outside shower and pulled on the lever, letting the water run and hit his body. He purposely ignored the lingering stare, and held back from giving her the same kind of attention.

She snapped out of her head, turning her attention back to the book. She realized she was at the part where the ravenous viscount took his mistress against a tree in the open. Her face darkened into a deep red as her mind began whirling with imagination, the words fueling her desire as she feels the heat against her skin.

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Her legs wrapped around his waist as he violently thrust into her like a mad man, trying to satisfy a insatiable desire. His hands holding the soft plush underside of her thighs and their grip tightening occasionally when he feels her walls clench. The moans leaving her body as he pushes her against the tree, her undergarments long retired and lost. “We shouldn’t… ngh—“ he covers her lips with his own and pulls back, looking deep into her soul. “Just give me everything, princess. I want to feel you lose yourself against me.” She gives out a rather breathless sigh as her orgasm pools in the depths of her stomach—

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“Hi, (Y/N). How’s the breaker working so far?” A deep voice pulled (Y/N) out of her fantasy. The owner of said voice was a pleasant surprise, and she gave him a radiant smile. She then put her book down on the table next to her. “Hey, Simon! It’s been good so far, and no complaints. Thank you, Sir.” Her chaste manners, as well as the unexpected term, caught him off guard.

“Good to hear.” Simon’s chest swelled with pride from the compliments. Especially when it was so genuine and sweet. Like her. “Sorry if I’m interruptin’ your sun, usually ’m the only one here. S’nice to see someone else enjoyin’ the amenities.” He was glad that someone happened to be (Y/N). She motioned to the lounge chair next to her. “Take a seat! I don’t mind company at all—I should probably take a rest from reading anyways.”

He glanced over to the table and she nervously reached for her hat that’s right next to it. (Y/N)’s cleavage taunted him as she bent forward. She placed it back on and smiled before her timer to flip went off. She stood as he set up on the lounge chair next to her. He watched her lower the back to a lying position and then climbed down. Her perfectly plush round ass jiggling in the air as she became comfortable and laid her head on her folded arms, looking over at him.

Simon laid back and tried his best to be a gentleman as he too basked in the sun. A short comfortable silence soon fell among the both of them as the wind blew, offering some relief from the heat. His gaze got the best of him, and he could see her figure in his peripheral vision as she smiled to nothing.  

Minutes passed and (Y/N)’s timer went off again. They both looked at one another and glanced at the pool. A silent nod of approval is shared, and you both stand. Simon’s the first to go in and watched as she dove in the water. Small ripples formed around him, and he felt her near in seconds as she came up for air. He noticed she couldn’t stand like him where she was, so he offered his arm as a float for her to take a rest. (Y/N) slowly reached out and touched his wrist, going up his arm as she sought a comfortable position to just float. With a gentle tug, Simon guided her over to the shallow side. Once she could stand on her own, she reluctantly let go of his arm.

“You’re beautiful, you know.” He vocalized his inner thoughts. For a man of few words, he succeeded in receiving an adorable reaction from (Y/N). Her cheeks bloomed a soft pink, and she shyly averted her gaze. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” This came as a shock to Simon, and yet, he never felt more elated. “So we can both agree there’s an attraction. How about you let me take you out?”

He quickly added, “No rush on the answer, but just let me know when I can come by to check on the paint.” He didn’t want her to feel as though she was being pressured. If anything, her consent mattered most, and he worried he’d scare her off. “O-Okay, I’ll ponder it.” (Y/N) agreed, which brought a smile to his features. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The rest of the afternoon is spent swimming and sunbathing until dusk.

They both packed up their personal belongings, and he walked her back to her apartment. Even though it was in the opposite direction of his, but that was irrelevant. Once at the entrance of her place, the Ring camera chimed, letting her know they’re being recorded. (Y/N) already knew Luna was going to want all the answers.

“I had fun today. Thank you for the unexpected company.” She turned to face Simon properly, her eyes bright and her arms hugging her bag closely to her chest. Smiling, he shook his head. “You’re welcome, doll. But I think ’m the grateful one here.”

There’s a small silence and only (Y/N) can hear Luna shout from the inside, “YOU BETTER KISS THAT MAN OR I WILL.” (Y/N) held back a laugh and reached forward, her hand going to his bicep. She stood on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek. The softness of her lips igniting a spark in him he hadn’t felt in ages. “Good night, Simon.”

Right then and there, he felt like he was going to stop breathing. She certainly knew how to steal his breath away without even trying. “Have a good night, (Y/N). I hope you have sweet dreams.” He whispered lowly just so that his words resonated deeply in her.

With that, he took a few steps back and watched her head inside until she closed the door behind her. He began the walk back to his apartment, dreading for work tomorrow. Simon knew there would be a lot of picking up his co-workers’ slack. But this time, his thoughts would be full of her.

[mysticmellowlove]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRvDLHse/

Saw this today and it has me thinking(more specifically slide 7 and 8)

Business woman x yandere

She has all these ideas for business and charity projects but since she has so many ideas she can find it alittle hard to come up with the driving force for all of them and that’s where yan steps in.

He’ll do anything to impress her so I just imagine his cute little brain coming up with these genius plans of action and showing them to her. I mean he has like 25 step plans and crazy layouts that are beautifully executed to a tea.

He just hope she likes his ideas and when he hands her a blueprint to let’s say some architectural design and she sees how good he did she looks at him and is just like: “Baby you are an absolute GENIUS!” And giving him all the kisses.

He is the muscle force to our desired reality we Stan a creative king 💪

note; honestly give me two people working in harmony! loving this idea of mutual support

warnings; soft hours, subtle yan, fem reader (req), gn reader,

Work has been stressing you out lately. It had all been long hours and hard work, some people would assume that being in the creative field was a piece of cake when in reality it was mentally and socially draining. You had withstood years and years of business deals, negotiations and vigorous planning. Finally, today it had paid off.

You had presented your city plan for the newest district, a mix of walkability and practicality all with green aesthetic surroundings. It had been your dream to change the dreary sight of your home city. You wanted to live here with pride and now... now you had managed to get there. Your childhood vision had been realised and now you were going to see it come true. This was a massive step not only for you but also for the environment. For people...

It was all placated smiles and polite nods until you reached your apartment, the one you would soon be donating because you were moving to the new district. As soon as the door swung shut you couldn't help but squeal in delight. With a rush of energy you launched yourself into your boyfriend's arms and hugged the life out of him.

In your peripheral you could see him grinning as he swung you around joyously. As of a couple years ago he had been by your side, the fuel to your fire. He took care of the technical side of things, planning out deliveries and harder design choices. He scoped streets and plotted roads, chose colours and researched plants. Your eyes slid shut as the first relaxed breath left your mouth and you sunk into him.

"You did it baby." He cooed as he carried you over to the couch. With your head still buried in his neck you shook your head.

"No, we did it." You squeezed your arms around him before letting yourself flop onto the couch. His smile was as bright as the sun as he looked down at you with that cheery look on his face that you loved so much. He was like a real-life golden retriever, always so eager to please and bouncy. He was a great influence actually. On those days where you just wanted to give up and hide away he would always be there to support you.

He hummed as he happily went into the kitchen, his whole body seeming to vibrate with energy. You knew he had been working hard as well, he tried to hide it but not much escaped you. He would work into the night, his computer in front of him as his eyes drooped and his bags darkened. In those moments you knew that he was looking to you for inspiration. When he thought you were sleeping he would whisper about how he would do anything to turn your dream into a reality, how much he wanted you to smile.

He would always kiss you before opening one more city draft, just one more before he would finally give in and sink into your arms. Sometimes you wondered if he knew you were awake in those moments but you also selfishly hoped that you were getting to see a secret side of him. One that you had all for yourself.

"Come on. Wine! We're celebrating." He yipped as he came out of the kitchen, a bottle and two glasses in his hands. You grinned, celebrating with him sounded perfect.

[captainwans]

NEW ERA! (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series!

masterlist!

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: after the release of arctic monkeys new album, y/n’s comment section attracts new followers and attention.

layout inspo: @ithinkimokeei 🩶

timeline: 2013

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[nerd-fandom-drabbles]

Paper Trail

Description: Lucanis wrestles with the possibility of betrayal as he delves into the mysteries surrounding his capture and subsequent disappearance. With Rook by his side, they piece together what few clues they have.

2461 Words

Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte and femme, elven Rook

Pairings: Lucanis x Rook, hint of potential Teia x Viago

Genre: Mystery???? Hurt and comfort.

Content Warnings: I'd rate this T for teen. Mostly for a few dirty words in English and Spanish and some adult themes. Adult themes: mentions of violence, betrayal, suspicion, sex. Spite being less of a physical gremlin and more of a voice in Lucanis's mind.

WARNING: Spoilers for all released Dragon Age: The Veilguard gameplay footage as of 10/26/24, The Wigmaker Job, and Eight Little Talons. Not necessary to have read the Tevinter Nights stories, though. I probably over-exposit for clarity.

Note: Probably will be OOC once the game comes out. Story details will probably be totally wrong, too.

Note 2: This is a part 1 of ???? If anyone actually reads it I might feel cute and write more.

Lucanis Dellamorte was tiring of sifting through papers. Although normally he was happy to compile and review intelligence dossiers or post-op status reports, today, he faced another beast entirely.

He sat at an old oak desk in Emmrich's library facing off against a tall stack of envelopes, the newest of which were freshly delivered. The twine bindings and wax seals all broken, their contents had been dumped out and arranged in some vague groupings for analysis. He had read through them all at least once already, but felt like he was missing something obvious. Exhaustion aside, he wasn't ready to stop digging for clues just yet.

He let out a big sigh.

His positioning in the room wasn't ideal and he knew he struggled to concentrate because of it. He would have preferred to be sitting with his back to a wall, as would be usual for him, but that wasn't currently possible due to the layout of Emmrich's furniture. It was already kind enough of Emmrich to let him use his space without a condition of said use being a complete reorganization of the room. So, he was instead situated as close to the door as he could be, relying on the sounds of footsteps, gait recognition, and the wide oak door's creaks to give away any potential intruders.

As a result, when he heard those familiar, soft-heeled footsteps make their way to the door, he already knew what to expect. Still, she opened the door ever-so-slowly and crossed the room quietly, maybe on tip-toes. Probably trying to surprise him.

“Boo!” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek, “Did I get you?”

“Ah, yes, mi amor.” He responded flatly, and softly stroked her arm, “You got me.”

“Lies,” she whispered in his ear, “What are you up to?”

“Tying together loose ends... or trying to, anyway.”

“Loose ends?” she asked and pulled away from him. He instantly missed her warmth.

She leaned against the desk now, pawing at his papers inquisitively.

“Old ship records. You're looking for details of your capture?”

“You know the one,” He leaned back in his chair, and met her eyes, now giving her his full attention.

And indeed she did. A year before they had met, Lucanis had been the target of a devastating kidnapping plot on his return voyage to Antiva from Tevinter. Venatori had surrounded and overrun his vessel, and with nowhere to escape, he was captured. He had spent nearly a year in their custody, subject to endless torture and experimentation in retaliation for the assassinations that earned him his moniker: “The Demon of Vyrantium.”

By the time Rook and Neve found him in his underwater prison, he had been saddled with more than a few extra demons of his own. One of them more literal than any of them could have expected.

She swallowed, “Hmm.”

“Months ago, when we were in Vyrantium looking for Zara, I went seeking the manifest of my ship from that night.”

“Alone? I would have come with you.”

“I... didn't entirely trust you yet.”

She wasn't hurt by this. Knowing everything he had been through, his caution was more than warranted. Still, she wished she could have joined him.

“Anyway, with the ship's captain having been killed in the attack, I went to the local port authority and asked for a copy of any documents. They said the ship I was on was with an independent trading company, and they'd inquire to the local merchant's guild.”

“And it took this long for them to get back to you?”

“It seems that particular ship had an incomplete record. It took months of back and forth between the three of us to confirm that some parts of the manifest simply did not exist.”

“Convenient.”

He shot her a knowing look of agreement. He gestured to the mountain of papers and envelopes on his desk, “This is the result of those exchanges.”

Her heart skipped a beat as his glance returned to her. The quiet intensity in his eyes never ceased to strike her.

“I've been scouring for clues, but... nothing stands out,” he said, rubbing his beard and leaning over his papers, “Any thoroughly incriminating evidence must have been among the redactions.”

“Still, there might be something they missed. Even a fake name or suspicious piece of cargo might be of interest to us,” Rook replied, and when Lucanis nodded, she then continued, “Have you shared this with Neve, yet? Following this sort of paper trail is her bread and butter.”

“Ah no, not yet,” Lucanis swallowed, “I wanted to reach a conclusion on my own before getting a second opinion.”

Rook sighed. She knew the real reason was that he was still sorting out who among the Veilguard he could trust. She had earned his good opinion through ceaseless dedication, honesty, and an uncanny ability to help him through his arguments with Spite. The hot, soul-bearing sex had probably helped, as well. The others on the Veilguard team, however, had presumably not been so lucky.

“Well, there is one thing. Something I expected to see that, conspicuously, wasn't there.”

“What?”

“I don't want to say. Not yet. Not until I'm sure.”

She sighed. This was a lot. “You know, your grandmother suspected that you were betrayed. By an ally.”

He stared blankly, “She said that? To you? When?”

“When Neve and I first met with Crows regarding your whereabouts. Before we met.” Rook fiddled with one of the pens on his desk, “She said it was why she didn't tell anyone about the fake body at your wake. She didn't know who to trust.”

“Mi amor. That is an important detail,” His forehead creased with frustration and he rubbed his furrowed brow, “Why didn't you mention it earlier?”

“I planned to tell you eventually, but I knew the rest of the Crows were looking into it and would report to you if they found anything. Besides, I didn’t want to add to your worries if there wasn’t anything you could do in the meantime.” She shook her head, “You had enough on your plate.”

“That is for me to decide, Rook. I know you were trying to protect me. But that was for me to decide.”

“I'm sorry. I... should have told you sooner.”

“I'm a big boy. Don't leave me in the dark.”

He could feel Spite weaving a sickly web in the back of his mind. She hides. She lies. And you think she loves you? He fought against the thoughts, knowing Spite's only interest was in isolating him further.

He met her pleading eyes and sighed; he was utterly unable to stay angry at her. “That changes things. She may have kept records of her thoughts on the matter somewhere... But where?”

The obvious place to look would be their ancestral home, however, this was Caterina they were talking about. She had kept a million secrets, and probably had a million different places to stash them. Plus, if Caterina had been correct, and the traitor was a close ally, it's possible they may have already been beaten to the punch, with any evidence destroyed or altered... But even if so, it was another lead.

He wondered briefly if she might have kept a safety deposit box in a bank vault somewhere. As next of kin, he would be able to get his hands on it, but anyone else would likely have more trouble. Anyone else except...

He thought for a moment, and then asked, “Who else knows about that little tidbit?”

“Uh, just those of us who were in the room, I assume.” She counted on her fingers, “Teia, Viago, Neve, and your cousin.”

“Illario?” He paled and she nodded, “Shit.”

“Why, what's wrong?” She paused in her tracks, blood running cool in her veins, “You suspect him.”

“He was supposed to be on that ship with me, but ran off on a 'job' last minute. If he bought a ticket, his name would have been on the manifest next to mine, but it wasn't. The page was ripped out.” He growled, “I know. Convenient.”

“Your own cousin? Luca, but why would he-?” She stopped, her mouth becoming dry, “Oh.”

“Oh?”

More secrets. Spite hissed.

“I've been... spending some casual friend time with Teia.”

He raised an eyebrow. This was news to him. Not good or bad. Just... news.

“What? She's fun! And I think when she and Viago finally hook up, they'll be great for double dates.”

He cracked the slightest hint of a smile. He actually liked that idea, even if the chances were slim. Those two were utterly hopeless.

“Anyway, she told me about your rivalry.”

“Rivalry? What rivalry? There is no rivalry.” At least, no more than any other set of boy-cousins around a similar age.

“She also told me you'd say that,” she chuckled dryly, “That Illario was always comparing himself to you but you always brushed it off.”

“What? No, that's a misreading of the situation,” he shook his head, “No, I was just older, and so he followed me around like a puppy.”

“Vhenan, I love you. But you are literally brushing it off right now,” he let out an annoyed little groan, and she continued, “You were Caterina's favorite. Everyone thinks you should be the heir. He's barely even a contender. He's jealous.”

He blinked. He had considered Illario a suspect, but hadn't been able to pin down a compelling motive. There had been conflicts in their past, over everything from jobs to girls, sure, but enough to collaborate with their enemies to take down family?

And jealousy? What even was a little jealousy among relatives, anyway? He was jealous of Illario's even bronze skin, ease with women, and ceaseless, grating charm, but he would never wish him harm over it. They were different, yes, but that was what made their friendship work.

Still, he was pulled back to the Wigmaker job. That entire night, Illario had seemed preoccupied with the possibility that Lucanis would be selected by Caterina to take on the role of First Talon in her stead. In fact, Illario had asked on one - no - two separate occasions, what Lucanis would do if she tapped him. In response, Lucanis had been honest and told him that he had no desire for the role, and would prefer Illario have it for himself. But he'd also been honest that Caterina could force him into it if she wanted to, and that they would need a plan to convince her to name Illario instead. And at the time, Lucanis had assumed that was enough to sate him.

But maybe he'd gotten impatient. Maybe he was more ambitious than Lucanis had given him credit for? Maybe he wanted his dear cousin out of the picture entirely?

Fuck off, Spite. I feel you in there. The entity merely cackled and retreated to the deeper parts of his sub-conscious, done stoking his fire, for now.

Truthfully, Illario was only a somewhat skilled stealth infiltrator, but he certainly had enough skill to break into a lightly-guarded private shipyard and alter the records unseen. If the Venatori had reached out to him and made him an offer... maybe let him in on the plan to get rid of their Demon problem...

The simmering in Lucanis's blood turned to a boil. That made motive, means, and opportunity. He gripped the armrests of his chair so hard he thought they might break. After a few tense moments, he bit his thumb and muttered under his breath, “Ay, ese mierdito. Imbécil. ¡Bastardo, coño!” He clenched his fist.

The air in the library was thick with silence. It wasn't a huge outburst; he'd hardly moved, but still, Rook was surprised. She didn't have to speak Antivan to know that he was angrier than she'd ever seen him. This was highly unusual, to say the least, and she wasn't sure what to do. It was far more common for her to have to pry his feelings out of him, or ply him with alcohol or affection to get him to emote at all. And even then, even with Spite's chiding haunting his waking thoughts, she'd never seen him so volatile. And yes, the circumstances were dire, but there were still so many unknowns.

“Luca, please. We don't know it was him.” She firmly placed her hand on the table and leaned towards him, “Besides, doesn't this all feel a little too easy? Anyone – anyone – could have requested copies of these documents. They're public record. Whoever did this knew we would get them eventually.”

“So?”

“So... The page was removed. His name might have been on it, but we can't know now. This could all be a frame job to tear you two apart when you need each other.”

He blinked hard, breathing heavy, slowly coming down from his rage.

“You're right. You're right. Thank you.” He took her hand and gave it a little kiss, “I'm sorry I-”

“We need more information,” she interrupted his apology. It wasn't necessary. Not from him. Not now. His rage, though perhaps momentarily misdirected, was perfectly valid in her eyes. And she knew that when the time was right, it would be useful.

He gave her hand a little rub with his thumb and then let it go. He took a deep breath. He fastened the nearest group of papers with a paper clip and set them down on the desk in a neat stack. He took another deep breath, firmly gripping the desk's edge. He needed to set aside his feelings and think clearly. Think. After a moment, he looked up at her.

“Let's set up a meeting with Teia and Viago. You, me and Neve. If we meet at Caterina's, we can kill two birds with one stone: go through her effects to see if we can dig up anything, and get a status report on anything they've uncovered through their investigations.”

“That's a good plan, Luca.”

He nodded. To anyone else, his expression might look neutral, but Rook knew him well enough by now to see the distress clearly on his face. Something about where he held his tension, probably. To be surrounded by so many enemies, and not know who to trust? Her heart sank for him. No wonder it had taken so long for him to open up to her.

“I hate seeing you like this, vhenan.” She reached out and placed a tender hand on his jaw. “Come.”

She pulled him into a warm embrace, and he melted into her, nuzzling into her neck as she snaked her arms around to stroke his hair and lower back.

“We will find who did this. I promise you."

[widowsistersandfriends]

Fighting the Tickle Monster

Request: Hi! First of all, your fics are amazing and cute and I'm so sorry for the haters you're getting! If that's okay, I wanted to give you a little prompt for Wanda and reader. Like, since joining the compound, reader has always seen Wanda being the tickle monster (she gave herself that title!) so they get Wanda, only to find out she is a huge and adorable walking tickle spot! You're free to add whatever you want, even other characters, I don't mind :)

Notes: Thank you so much for this cute request! I appreciate your patience waiting for this fic! I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 2030

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You were new to the Avengers, as this was only your second week living in the compound with all of them. You were still in awe of the structure and layout of your new living space. The highest technology, finest finishes, and updated appliances. For now, you had your own room, but you were never alone for long. Especially since the rest of the Avengers loved hanging out as a group downstairs in the common area.

You had many mentors who helped lead the way for you. As you learned more about how to be a great superhero, you also learned a lot more about the roles around the compound. Yelena was the prankster, roping in Kate and Peter so she could split the punishment. Peter and Kate were young and maybe just a tad bit scared of Yelena. They figured it was better to split the punishment three ways rather than two. Natasha was definitely the mom of the group, caring and strong, while always looking out for your safety and well-being first. Steve was the goofy one, always cracking corny jokes and happened to be an amazing chef as well. Tony was the uptight, serious, all work no play guy around there. Thor, Bruce, and Clint were chill dudes, who bonded over their lack of understanding of what young people do these days. Lastly, Wanda was the one who would do anything to protect anyone, but she also had a mischievous side and couldn’t help messing with people given her powers.

From what you’ve seen so far, whenever Yelena would try to pull pranks with Kate and Peter, Wanda would be the first to punish them with tickles. Her powers allowed her to pin all three of them at once while still having both her hands free. Natasha would sometimes join in to help her or give away Yelena’s weaknesses. Even though you were new here, Yelena still tried to rope you in as much as possible. Today, you were involved in your first quadruplet prank, which you learned the hard way to not do.

The four of you had put on swim flippers, dragging mud prints into the compound, trying to scare the others that an animal had walked through and left footprints. You guys were able to execute it quickly, running into the garage to take off the flippers and hide them. You knew this was a harmless prank since Wanda could use her magic to clean it up in seconds. However, your flippers were stuck and you couldn’t get them off in time, when the garage door opened and Wanda caught you guys in the act. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing…” You said, avoiding eye contact and trying to move out of sight.

“Seems like Y/N has gotten roped into one of Yelena’s famous pranks huh?” The witch said, knowing that Yelena and the rest of the crew were hiding nearby. 

“I wasn’t doing anything!” You blurted out.

The witch knew you were lying, as she could hear your thoughts. 

“Really?” Wanda said, smirking a little before sending some magic towards you. In seconds you felt ticklish sensations on your ribcage, making you double over with laughter and wrap your arms around yourself, to no avail.

“Wahahanda stahahahap gehehet ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, struggling to stay standing.

“Not until you spill the truth,” Wanda said, upping the sensation, making you fall to the ground laughing. It also didn’t help that she had added sensations to your armpits. Wanda slowly made her way over to you, as you were a giggly mess on the floor. Your superpower was the ability to shut your nerves off. However, you were too ticklish and couldn’t concentrate enough to focus.

“C’mon Y/N, what’s the matter? Can’t turn your ticklishness off?” Wanda asked, now picking you up and flying back into the living room with you, and pinning you with her powers. With that, she continued the sensations and began to tickle your sides with her sharp nails.

“GAHAHAHA WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you screamed with laughter. 

“Better fess up who else is in cahoots with you,” the witch teased, speeding her fingers up.

“AHAHAHA NEHEHEVER,” you cried, unable to squirm and knowing that if you didn’t fess up, she would tickle you to tears.

“Tell the tickle monster, before she makes you pee your pants,” Wanda teased, moving down to your feet.

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE OKAHAHAY IHIHI GHIHIVE,” you shouted, knowing that once someone got a hold of your feet, you were done for.

“Tell me,” Wanda demanded, as you giggled from the lingering sensation.

“Ihihi ahaha was wihith Yelena, Kate, and Peter,” you huffed out, lying there in defeat.

“Ohh interesting,” Wanda said teasingly, as you knew she already knew all the details, wanted to tickle you to get you to confess.

“You’re evil, you know that,” you said playfully.

“Glad you picked up on that in the short time you’ve been here,” Wanda said with a wink.

“Now what do you say? Want to help me dish out a punishment to your other little minions?” Wanda asked with a smile.

You thought for a second, knowing that either way you would be in trouble. Whether it was with Wanda or Yelena. However, Wanda had way more power, so you took your chances with Yelena and led the witch back to the garage where the others were hiding. In your defense, they didn’t try to save you when you were being tickled to pieces.

You turned on the lights in the garage, telling Wanda where they hid. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll give you a headstart so they don’t try to chase you,” the witch whispered. You quickly ran off, hearing Yelena shout your name to get back there. You let out a giggle and returned to the living room where you found Natasha doing a sudoku puzzle.

“Heard you got wrecked, Y/N,” Natasha said, smirking without looking up.

“Shut up, I did not!” 

“Everyone could hear your laughter throughout the compound,” Natasha said. Before you could respond, Wanda came back in, all three kiddos in tow.

“Why do we keep agreeing to this?” Peter asked Kate, who looked like a deer in the headlights, knowing she was doomed. Yelena was the only one trying to wiggle her way out of Wanda’s grasp, being unsuccessful. 

“The more you squirm, the more she’s gonna tickle you,” Natasha told Yelena.

“But if I escape I won’t get tickled at all,” Yelena said back matter-of-factly.

“Too bad you’re not escaping,” you chimed in shyly.

“You little turd. You’re the reason why I got caught!” Yelena said, pointing at you.

“Don’t worry, I already tickled her to pieces,” Wanda said, catching you blushing.

“Oh man, I wish I saw that,” Yelena said with a chuckle.

“You missed a lot. She’s super ticklish and has the sweetest giggle,” Wanda said, floating her magic towards you, this time on your stomach.

“Nohohohoo Wahahahanda plehehehease ihih’ve hahahad enohough,” you squealed, curling up into a ball. They all laughed at your reaction, much to your embarrassment. 

“I didn’t forget about you guys,” Wanda said, promptly pinning the three of them with her powers.

“Now, who should I start with first?” Wanda said, wiggling her fingers.

“Kate!” Yelena blurted out, before bursting into laughter, as Wanda raked her nails over Yelena’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP.”

“Since you volunteered someone else, I decided to tickle you first,” Wanda said cheekily.

“IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE,” the blonde laughed, as Wanda began to squeeze her knees and knead into her hips.

Wanda gave her a break and moved on to Kate, who was the most scared out of all of them.

“Please don’t tickle me! I’m sorry!” Kate pleaded.

“Hmm, no I think the tickle monster is still hungry,” Wanda said, blowing three raspberries on Kate’s stomach. It tickled so much that Kate went into silent laughter.

“Wow Kate, she’s not even doing much,” Peter teased, whose eyes then widened when Wanda reached over and tickled his armpits, making the boy squeal with laughter. She now used her other hand to dip a finger into Kate’s belly button. 

“WANDA NOT THEHEHEHERE IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT,” Kate screamed. She was getting their two worst spots at the same time. Once she felt they had enough, she sent some magic to all of them, tickling them on their feet and sides. They were all laughing too much to even speak. Meanwhile Natasha had moved closer to you on the couch.

“You know, we should try to get Wanda back. She’s always the most powerful one here, but why not give her a taste of her own medicine?” Natasha suggested quietly to you.

“No way! I’m not suffering through punishment again!” You hissed back quietly.

“You’d rather be in trouble with me?” Natasha said, pinching your side, making you yelp and jump away.

“That’s what I thought,” the redhead said, now explaining the plan to you.

Natasha snuck up behind Wanda while she was distracted, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms above her head. Meanwhile you came around and quickly sat on Wanda’s waist.

“Y/N! What are you doing??” Wanda questioned, trying to break free from Natasha. 

“I’m here to get revenge,” you said simply.

“Too bad I’m not ticklish, so you’ll have to find another way,” the witch responded confidently.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, slowly tracing your fingers over her sides and stomach. You saw her jolt, as she sucked her stomach in to avoid your fingers.

“Oh what do we have here? Seems like I’m not the only liar here,” you said, now kneading into her sides and tickling her stomach with no mercy.

“Y/N STAHAHAHAP OHOO MY GOHOHOSH,” the witch cried out with laughter. The tickling was enough for her to break concentration, which released the other three from her spell holding them down. Meanwhile, Natasha was using her free hand to tickle the witch’s armpits. 

“Alright everyone, pick a spot,” Natasha said, keeping a firm grip on her wrists.

Yelena went to her feet, Kate was at her knees, and you and Peter would get her upper body, while Natasha got her armpits. 

“Everyone ready?” Yelena asked.

“NO GUYS PLEASE! DONT DO THIS!” Wanda panicked, unable to escape. 

“Who’s the tickle monster now?” You asked, as you all began to tickle her to pieces.

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA GUYS STAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted, overwhelmed with ticklish sensations. 

You raked your nails over her ribs, before digging in between her rib bones knowing that you had hit a sweet spot. The witch tried to kick and wiggle as much as she could, but she was outnumbered.

“Do you admit defeat?” Yelena asked, running her nails over a particularly good spot near her heel. 

“GAHAHA NEHEHEVER SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU GUHUYS,” the witch laughed, turning pink.

“Man she is stubborn,” Peter commented with a small laugh.

“Fine, then take this as revenge for all the times you tickled us. Turns out you’re even more ticklish than us!” Kate said, now tickling the back of her knees.

Natasha had let her guard down a bit, loosening her grip on Wanda’s wrists. The witch saw this opportunity and extended her arms to reach Natasha’s stomach. She wiggled her fingers, causing Natasha to yelp and let go of her wrists. With her hands free now, she immediately turned towards you and reached up to tickle you off of her. You squealed and immediately got off of her. Wanda was able to overpower the others and quickly turned the tables on Natasha, the only one who hadn’t been tickled yet. 

Within seconds, Natasha was laughing and squealing, failing to swat Wanda’s quick hands away. You joined the other three, fleeing to safety.

“You brats!” Natasha yelled out over her laughter. The four of you knew they would get revenge on you guys afterwards, so you guys took advantage of the head start. Even if tickling embarrassed you, you loved the bonding it created between you and your superhero teammates. And the one thing you always remembered was that Wanda was the ultimate tickle monster.

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AHEM! At long last, after over an hour of catching up on tumblr and being thrown cute and fluffy things in my face for inspo, I bring fluff (for once!) This is just a lil one-shot set far into the future, and was requested by a certain someone!

As always, tis another for Gun x 713. :>

Repetition

“Tsk, never ever, huh?”

Gunvor wipes off the excess dirt from his feet using the outdoor mat and proceeds to huff tiredly. Another day, another period of working on that ridiculous request. In five days? How is he supposed to finish those atrocious pieces in time? God, he can’t even remember what they’re supposed to be for exactly.

“…If I could scowl, I would. Bastard.”

What does it matter? Oh, this thing doesn’t matter that much to him, right? No, of course not. It’s just for some celebration, and this little request will pull in some more money.

So then why does he still feel stressed?

“Frickin’ piece of work, telling me to hurry up. I can’t you smooth—” BANG. “Brained—” BANG. “Idiot! The metal’s gonna…oh, what the hell. It’s not like she’d listen to reason and common sense,” he continues to complain to himself as he keeps trying to jam the key in. “Oh, nooo, common sense is above her! Do this, do that, shouldn’t that be going— well you aren’t the blacksmith now, are you!”

Right, because of someone inserting herself right into his forge today like she owns it.

After several uncoordinated, spite-filled attempts at slamming the poor thing into the keyhole, it lands with an audible click.

“Finally.”

Mr. Cranky waltzes right on in as soon as he’s got the door unlocked, and is quickly met with the warm air of the inside. Compared to the chilling temperatures that’d seep into every residence in Sector 5-6 where he used to live, this is much more tolerable. Usually he calls out into the house to announce his return, but not tonight. He’s in too much of a sour mood to think of much else other than sleep.

It feels…odd to come back home sometimes; when he lived alone, the lights were always off and the place had not a single personal touch.

But then he remembers that no, this isn’t the past. The current day and future look much brighter than what they would’ve a few decades ago. As Gunvor walks further into the place he really can (and does) call home, he surveys the familiar layout. There’s the couch settled by the right wall of the living room. There’s the worn bookshelf placed in the left corner, just beside the former.

Maybe staring at several pages of words will distract me from my bitchiness, he wonders.

After eyeing said shelf for what feels like an hour, he shrugs and decides that hey, it could help. He’s on one of his last straws right now, and he really doesn’t want to have an outburst for the third time this week. A book break might help ease his mind.

God, I really need to be better with my anger. This is just ridiculous…

There’s no thought put into his choice of reading material— he just grabs one, seats himself on the cushions and gets started without checking the title or summary. Maybe this is a book he’s read before. Maybe it isn’t. Either way, a book is a book, and at this point he just wants something to focus on that isn’t the last few hours of his day.

One page. Two. Three. Five. Fifteen. He stops counting after that and gets absorbed in the pages he’s flipping through. So much so, in fact, that he doesn’t notice the lanky figure carefully creeping towards him.

“Back from work?”

“HWGH-”

“OW-”

…

The sound of a certain bound set of papers slapping the floor like a sticky hand follows that series of undignified vocalizations.

And then silence.

Did I really just—

Yes. Yes he did. He just smacked his partner in the face with the book, which is now lying at his feet like a dejected Missile. As for said partner, their head is tilted back from the force of his throw, and judging by the blank look, they haven’t bothered to right it out of shock.

“OHHHH GEEZ just bury me now.” Gunvor shoves his face into his hands as soon as he realizes what he’s just done. While incidents like this are a common occurrence, that doesn’t mean the embarrassment that comes with his fight or flight reactions— more so fight, really— has gone away. Why is he so easily scared?

It isn’t until he feels a gentle hand begin to pry away one of his own that he looks up from his Hunch of Shame. “It’s fine dear, I know you didn’t mean to,” 713 tries to assure him. “You just threw something at me, nothing new,” they add lightheartedly.

The shorter of the two’s eye scrutinizes the other and slowly, ever so slowly squints. Obviously, Gun isn’t impressed in the slightest by this joke. “Your humour sucks. You suck,” he curtly replies. “Remind me why I married you again?” He straightens his posture. “I was worried I cracked your screen with that hardback,” he mumbles just as he averts his gaze from his partner.

713’s expression seems to soften from that last sentence, but otherwise doesn’t respond to it. Instead, they address the rhetorical question that trailed behind. “Because you love me?”

“Eh—”

He raises a finger as if to make a point, but it wilts like a dying flower in no time. “Okay, not wrong. I love you very much,” he replies quietly before raising his voice when he looks back with a glaringly bright eye, “now wipe that shit-eating grin off your face before I do!”

Alas, 713 does not wipe that grin off, no matter how hard he stares. He stares and stares and stares, but it just doesn’t go away until he breaks eye contact and shifts to lay on the couch.

“Fine. Fine, don’t.” A scarred forearm drapes over his face to block out the light. Gun doesn’t continue with whatever he was going to say next and instead groans out an amused, “Goodnight,” before flipping himself to face the back cushions.

“Not going to use the bed?”

“Nnnope.”

“…Dear, you can’t just sleep here—”

“Yes I can. See you tomorrow.”

“Gunvor.”

Uh.

That’s his sole thought. Just uh.

He can’t see it, but the taller’s smile has finally dropped from this utterly blasphemous retort. He can feel that intense glare, however, silently screaming at him for his moderate disregard for his health that still persists even after all this time. His body is frozen in what could only be described as a teeny bit of fear.

“You’re not going to throw me in a trash compactor for this, are you?” he jokes with his back still facing them.

Of course, said joke didn’t land if the intimidating aura 713 is emanating is anything to go by. Gun chooses to chance a peek.

Wrong move.

“No, but I am going to be dragging you to bed,” McBeanstalk exclaims as it gestures towards him. “You can’t just be collapsing wherever again! The floor, the couch, your desk! Un-ac-ceptable.”

With that, he’s hoisted up into the air and carried off upstairs, spewing nonsense such as, “PUT ME DOWN YOU IDIOT,” and, “THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK THAT YOU CARRY ME LIKE MISSILE! I AM NOT MISSILE!”

The next thing he knows, the both of them have reached the room; apparently, 713 is taking none of his nonsense tonight. Mr. Cranky, as usual when this event happens, is still grumbling petulantly with his arms folded over each other. Despite this, he isn’t that upset; he could easily get out of his partner’s arms if he so wished.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t find this an offence.

“You are sleeping on the bed, and that is final dear,” they speak up after a while. “I am not having it.”

Silence is the only answer received, even when he’s placed on the mattress and informed once again that he should be sleeping here and not anywhere else in the household. The sight would be quite comedic in another’s eyes honestly, especially since Gun has purposely locked himself in the same pose he took in 713’s arms.

Simply put, he looks like a shrimp.

“Hmph,” he huffs as 713 settles themself at the bedside and swings their legs over to lie next to him. “…Okay, I give in,” he concedes at last, unshrimping his body and sitting up so he can reach for the bit of armour just below his nape.

“You are so lucky I love you, otherwise I’d have punched you or something.” Gunvor pops open the panel with a simple internal command and pulls out the power cord, which he proceeds to swing haphazardly between his digits like a lasso. A question prompted by morbid curiosity is what he vocalizes next. “If I yanked this out, how fast do you think-” he begins cheerily.

“Dear, don’t.”

The blacksmith snorts at that immediately. “Alright alright, I won’t, promise.” A single flick of the wrist attaches said cord to its designated socket following that promise, after which he crawls into bed, huffs for a third time, and curls up. “Goodnight for real this time. Don’t wake me up unless Missile is nibbling the food that he doesn’t need again or causing damage to the carpet. Love you.”

Even after so many years, he still can’t believe he’s been given this life; he has a partner; he has a home; he feels safe. Back in his world, safe was never a confirmed thing due to the discrimination around people like himself in his sector. But here? Oh, here, he almost feels spoiled.

“I love you too,” he hears back.

Argh, of course I start to feel sappy again as soon as he says that. Shut up, me. Don’t say a single word.

Gun decides that he isn’t going to dwell on his feelings for the umpteenth time in this lifetime, so he cuddles beside his partner in exchange for not studying his emotions. Although 713 has no need to rest like he does, he still finds that they’ll stay with him during recharge. It’s comforting, he’ll admit, and makes it easier to deal with the nightmares he tends to get.

In fact, it’s so comforting that he’s already starting to drift off, and he hasn’t even realized yet. It won’t take long before he’s fast asleep.

Ever since moving into 713’s dimension after the apocalypse in it had been solved, things have been…looking up. He managed to start up his blacksmithing work again (this time willingly, not via law). He comes back home every day to two mischievous little brats and the most wonderful automaton that he has the pleasure of calling his partner. He wonders how he got so damn lucky.

He’s…happy.

He’s happy.

So many things in this life give him joy— like when he dances with his partner, or deal with the brats’ shenanigans, however frustrating they may be. And not to mention when he sees any of the three light up with happiness.

By the time he’s powered down, the rate of snowfall has slowed to a snail’s pace and a clawed hand had been wrapped around his shoulders in an act of comfort.

If Gunvor ever told his younger self that he’d one day fall in love with some gangly bot from an entirely different world, learn to trust humans again through that bot and then proceed to live in said world, he’d scoff in present him’s face and exclaim, “That’s bullshit and nonsense! Look around! Does it look like things are going to get better?!”

Oh, how wrong his past self would be.

As the weather gets colder and the snow thicker, Missile will probably be burying itself in another pile of snow this season, and then the neighbours will have to watch a robot couple and their human daughter search for it like maniacs lest it freeze like a popsicle and get water in where it shouldn’t (not the first time that’s happened). “It’s pretty much an annual tradition now,” the cyclops would complain once more. “When will this end?!”

Ah, that’s going to be a pain.

For now at least, there is peace. He’ll deal with the project and his worries tomorrow— probably ask 713 for his assistance too.

Speaking of assistance…

“Tick?”

“Oh, Missile! Gun’s sleeping,” he whispers before bringing a finger to his screen as a signal to stay silent. “Shh. It’s still dark out,” 713 adds. “Why- is that a knife in your beak.”

Perhaps they need some help finding a more durable lock for the kitchen drawers.

Household Gremlin #2 scuttles off to cause who-knows-how much damage.

“Missile—!”

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✧ Charming

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, implied smut at very end

In which AJ and reader bake a cake for their 3-month anniversary, but it turns into a big ‘ol mess.

Requested? Yes / No

(Pictures used are from Pinterest and my own)

“So, what’re gonna do today, babe?” Asked AJ.

“Right?” You chuckle, leaning your head onto her shoulder for a moment. “What do you feel like doing?”

“I mean, three months is a bit of a big deal. A quarter of a year together.” AJ mentions, winding an arm around your waist while you snuggled closer to her chest.

“We could always…bake a cake? It’s a celebration, kinda. I think that calls for some cake.”

“Yeah, we could do that. Of course, honey.” AJ nodded, wrapping her other arm around you. She plants a kiss to the crown of your head, “How ‘bout we go do some grocery shopping? Get what we need and stuff.”

“Sure.” You looked up at her with a smile on your face. She looks down at you, “Let’s go, baby. Up we go.” Still in your pyjamas, you and AJ got changed then did the rest of your morning routines. “It’s barely past 8a.m.— you wanna take a drive into the city?” AJ suggests while brushing her hair, “The Targets are open already anyway.”

“Ooh.” You gasped, “Yeah, let’s do that. Can we go to Build A Bear too?”

AJ turned around to face you, “Sure we can.” She grins, “Should be fun. Haven’t been there in years. We said we have to stop having fun anyway?”

Once the both of you were ready, you guys got into her car and AJ started driving. It was an approximately two-hour drive from Rhinebeck into Manhattan. You dozed off for a but due to the motions of the car, but was soon woken up by the sounds of the city. “Shit, I was out for so long?” You grumbled. “It’s okay.” AJ flashes you a quick smile, “Don’t worry about it.” Finding a parking spot was proven to be quite the challenge, but she got that done. And soon enough, you and AJ were walking into the grocery store. She grabs a basket before you could. You offered to hold on to it, on account that she drove here, but she insisted.

“Hey.” AJ tapped your shoulder softly, “Why don’t we have a little fun? Let’s each go around the store and grab some stuff we think the other person will like.”

“Cute.” You laugh lightly.

“Let’s do a drink, a candy, a chocolate, a bag of chips and one more extra thing— whatever you think I’ll like and I’ll get you something that I think you’ll like.”

“Okie-dokie. Got it.”

“Let’s meet up near the checkout line in thirty minutes?” AJ continues excitedly.

“No problem.” You mirrored her smile.

“Good luck~” AJ teases.

“Won’t need it, babe.” You chuckle, turning around to go the other way.

You didn’t use up more than fifteen minutes to gather everything you knew she’d like, so you pretty much spent the remaining time roaming the store just to see it. Right before thirty minutes was up, you headed for the checkout line to meet with AJ— she walks up to you at the same time. You let her go ahead of you in the line since she was closer to it than you were. And when the cashier was scanning the items you looked at anywhere but her, not wanting to spoil the surprise for yourself. You two were out of there soon enough and went to put those bags in her car before taking the Subway to get to the store you wanted to go to.

“Oh, my God. This place looks so different than I remember it being.” You remarked once you set foot into the store.

“Are you talking about the colour scheme because this one kinda sucks?” AJ whispered.

“AJ!” You chided quietly, seeing a staff member approach.

“The use of primary colours their old layout was way better. This place looks like a hospital.” AJ continues.

“Okay, Kingpun.” You joked, “Should we go then?”

“No. No.” She says, “No, you wanted to come here so we’re gonna make whatever you wanna make before we go.”

“Making a matching one with me.” You requested.

“Yeah, of course.” AJ agrees immediately, eyes scanning the options before her. While it’s been years since either of you have been at Build A Bear, the process was pretty much self-explanatory so you two got through the whole thing without any problems. “These are not cheap.” AJ laughs, checking the prices of the tiny clothing on the shelves, “I get why my Mom never wanted me to go here.”

You guffawed, “Yeah, but it’s just one though, right? Since my Mom threw away my whole collection that I had gathered over like— thirteen years.”

“What? That is so— she just threw all of them out without asking you?” AJ squinted at you for a second before attempting to put a t-shirt on her teddy bear, “The head’s so big. How’d you even get it through?” AJ giggles, you told her, “I just squished it and pushed it through.”

“Well.” She bit back a grin, “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay, let’s go pay for these before we end up buying more stuff than we need.” You urged.

“For sure.” AJ agrees, “Come on, baby.” She took your hand and walked to the checkout.

————

“AJ, why did you pay for me? I could’ve—”

“I wanted to.” She smiled, fingers still interlaced with yours as you walked back to the Subway station. “It’s a gift, alright? Take it. You never want anything, anyway. So just…let me give this to you, hm?”

You sighed quietly, squeezing her hand, “Alright.”

After roaming the city for a little while, and a nice snack— you and AJ decided to it was a good time to drive back home. “Did you have fun?” She asks, hand smoothly finding its way to your thigh for comfort.

“Yep.” You confirmed, “I had a good time. Reliving my childhood and all, without the screaming in my face about prices over a tiny hoodie.”

AJ bit back a laugh which turned into a chuckle as she caresses your thigh, “I’m glad I could let you have a better experience.”

You looked over at her and smiled, “I still think my Mom could have been nicer to me about it. You know? I was what, five or six? And she just raised her voice at me instead of telling me no at a normal volume?”

She doesn’t really say anything, but her hand was still running up and your thigh and then giving it a squeeze.

You offered to take over and drive instead halfway through but AJ still insisted to finish it herself. “I can drive, you know that right? I’m not gonna crash your car.” You giggled.

“I know that.” She smiles while replying, “I just wanna do this, you know? I love having you in the passenger’s seat while I put my hand on your thigh. I don’t know what that’s about, but I just like it.”

You hummed in response, “Oh, okay.” Her thumb softly brushes across your skin at that, and you say, "I like it too."

AJ only smiles back at you while she kept her eyes on the road. You loved seeing her smile— it always made you so happy.

Once you and AJ arrived back at her house, you two were met with her Mom making lunch in the kitchen. "Wow, you girls were up early." Her Mom looks over her shoulder for a second.

"Hey, Mom." AJ went over to give her a hug, "We woke up early so we drove into the city for a bit. Got a few things since we're celebrating today. Three months." "Time flies, doesn't it?" Her Mom commented.

"Indeed." AJ agrees while you walked up to them. She presses a kiss to your cheek, "Hi." You gave her a small smile in return, "Wow, you're making those stuffed avocado bowls? Lucky me."

Her Mom laughs, "She says you like 'em. And I know you're here, so I decided to make this." "Aww. You did?" You looked at AJ.

"I mentioned that you liked it, yes. But you have also complimented her for this dish before, remember?" AJ teases, "Okay, we're gonna go freshen up then we'll be right back, okay, Mom?"

"Of course, mija. Go ahead."

After lunch, you asked AJ if she wanted to watch a movie. "You pick one, honey." AJ nodded in agreement, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on. She hands it over to you, then went to grab the two bags of snacks and things you both got from earlier. You took yours, she took hers, then she sat down, opening up her arms for you to get closer and snuggle with her. "This one?" Your eyes flicked up to look at her. "The Object of My Affection." She reads off the screen, "This is a good one, yeah, sure. Whatever you want." You pressed play and put the remote away. "Just so you know, it's you though." She says quietly, her chin resting on the top of your head.

You let out a small laugh, "Alright, flirty." AJ slides her hand down to find yours before intertwining your fingers together. "Wanna see what I got you?"

"Definitely." She peeks into her bag of stuff from you, "I love all of these, babe, thank you. What is— oh. These socks are so silly, I love them." You cupped her cheek and pulled her face closer to peck her on the lips, "You know me better than my Mom does, not gonna lie. Everything is spot on. Even the freaking candle I've been eyeing for like two weeks."

"You like?" AJ grins, licking her lips then kissing you this time.

"Are you kidding? Of course, I do." While she snacked on some Sour Patch Kids, you munched on a bag of chips that she got you, both of you now completely focused on the movie playing. You and AJ ended up watching another movie after this before deciding that you guys were bored. "Maybe take a nap." Her Mom suggested while doing her daily reading at the dining table.

"Great idea." AJ took you upstairs by the hand, "See you later, Mom." The older woman laughs, "Sleep tight."

Once AJ got comfortable, you rested your head on her chest while laying stomach down. Her hand tangles in your hair, giving your scalp a massage which was easily lulling you to sleep. "You okay?" She asks, a tiny bit concerned that you were this clingy.

You mumbled unclearly, nodding your head, "Can we bake a cake when we wake up?"

"Okay." AJ agrees readily.

"Promise?" You continued.

"I promise." She answered wholeheartedly.

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A couple hours later, you and AJ were in the kitchen getting ready to bake a cake. She got the recipe from her Mom, then proceeded to gather the ingredients. While she read off the paper, you snuck a kiss to her shoulder and made her squirm while a smile was plastered onto her face. “Hey, you.” AJ locked eyes with you for a beat, “What ya doin’?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She asked, playful glint in your eyes as you pulled away and looked at her.

“Kissing me?” She nearly snorted, setting down the bag of flour.

“What’s so funny?” You ask, pushing yourself to sit on the kitchen island.

“Nothing.” She tells you, “You’re cute.”

“You’re also pretty fucking cute yourself.” You cracked a smile, she steps closer to you.

“Charming.” She smiles pulling you close eagerly and pressing a kiss to your lips. You happily welcomed the contact, deepening it quickly. One of her hands rests on your hip while the other cups your cheek, her kisses were soft and warm and comforting— you just couldn’t stop. Her hand brushes against the bag of flour as you leaned back and you got an idea, sticking your hand into the open bag, you got some of the flour and sprinkled it on her face as soon as she broke away. AJ tries to keep a straight face but very quickly failed. “It’s on, baby. It is so on.” She had a devious little smile on her face as she swiftly retaliated, causing a squeal to burst out of your mouth before you jumped off the counter to run away from her.

“Hey!” You gasp, a hand on your hip while you glared at her when she threw a handful of the flour at you and successfully dirtied your shirt.

She couldn’t stop chuckling, “It’s hard to be intimidated by you, honey. You’re so small.”

Brushing it off your shirt as best as you could, you quickly ran for the bag pf flour on the counter to grab some so you could get back at her. She dodged, and hit you again. You yelped, “God, I suck.”

“You started it, you’re not gonna win though.” AJ smirked, “Are you gonna surrender?”

“Yes, but you gotta keep that bag so we both can’t touch it anymore. Whatever we need is already—”

“Girls.” You heard. Both of you turned to look at her mom so quickly. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry.” You gasped, horrified, “We’ll clean this up as soon as we get the cake in the oven.”

“Why do you have your phone up like that?” AJ pointed out, “Were you recording us?”

“Yeah.” She admits, “It was really cute. I’ll send it to you later.”

AJ laughs in disbelief, “Wow. Uh, thanks Mom.” With that being said, AJ grabs the broom and immediately swept up everything. “I’m s—”

“Don’t be.” Her Mom assured, “We all need to have some fun sometimes. I’ll be in my room, but save me a slice.”

“Sure thing.” AJ promised, putting away the broom and dustpan before washing her hands so she could finish mixing the cake batter. Once she put the cake pan into the oven, she focuses completely on you again. “Hi, pretty.” She says. With you leaning against the kitchen island, she places her palms on either side of you and successfully traps you. “Now, where were we?” She grins, tilting your chin up by the finger.

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the melting point {chapter 12}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: You and Frankie find a good rhythm with each other now that everything is out in the open.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: slight voyeurism (?), talk of voyeurism, dirty talk, use of pet names (sweet girl, qurida, good girl), mentions of past smut, p in v smut, unprotected smut (be careful, ya'll), light dom! frankie, light sub! reader, reader would do anything frankie asked tbh, medical jargon, mentions of past injuries

A/N: this chapter flowed, it's a lot of...reader and frankie being infatuated with each other now that everything it out in the open. progressing the plot a bit, this story is outlined completely now! i expect it to be around 30-35 chapters today, so we still have time with our sweet little couple, hope y'all enjoy! thank you for reading and lemme know what you think c:

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The dough you were gently folding baker’s chocolate into was cool against your fingers, your hands working the dough on the island counter in Frankie’s kitchen. He had run up to shower, but you suspected he wanted to tidy things upstairs as well before you ventured up to that part of the house later.

His house was cute, settled into a neighborhood on the cusp of what considered midtown for the city. It was a good twenty-minute drive with early afternoon traffic, surely it would be longer in the evenings when he normally took the route back home. It was a two-story home, a guest room downstairs tucked into the back, a half-bath / laundry room, with a semi open kitchen and living room layout. You assumed the remaining two rooms were upstairs and a full bathroom or two.

The colors of the house were muted, nothing too bold or bright. A lot of warm shades that you could see Frankie picking the precise shade of in order to paint his home. He had been here the entirety of his daughter’s life, having taken out a loan with the help of the Army when he had discovered he was to be a father. He mentioned that Lucy had only been here the last half of her pregnancy and then a few months after giving birth, making her exit before she had made a home here.

The thought both broke your heart and brought you a sense of comfort.

Warm hands wrapped around your middle, the soft padding of bare feet on the tile alerting you to your company. You hummed as you felt Frankie rest his forehead on the back of your neck, leaning down over you a bit to do so. His mouth placed chaste kisses to the top of your spine, sprinkling them over the skull with horns that decorated the skin there. His hands spanned wide as he stretched out his palms underneath your baggy shirt, the shorts you were wearing soft and the waistband no longer tight on your body. His pinkies delved underneath the band, igniting sparks of warmth and pleasure in you that had you arching back into him.

Nipping your skin before pulling away, he spoke quietly in your ear.

“You look really good in my kitchen, sweet girl.”

Your hands stopped working the dough in front of you, concentration and thoughts broken as he moved his hands lower to palm at the front of your hips, right over where he could feel a scar he hadn’t thought much of until your history had been revealed to him. His hands had dipped below the fabric of your underwear. It was mostly hidden within the petals of a detailed chrysanthemum, the piece spanning from the front of your hip, the entire side of it, and the outer most edges of your ass. It was mirrored on the other hip, the piece you had been showing off to the bartender back when Taylor had been visiting.

“Frankie, these have to get in the oven or we won’t have any desert.”

“I’ve got my desert right here,” His right hand moved to tease your slit, feeling how wet you had gotten in just the few moments he had been in the room with you. You moaned as he dipped two fingers in, sliding them along your seam, teasing at your entrance. “Seems like there’s plenty for me to have a good taste. You’re absolutely dripping for me.”

Your hands gripped the edge of the island counter as he rubbed slow circles on your clit, eliciting a needy moan from you. The pads of his fingers were deliciously rough, and he knew you loved the way his hands felt on your skin. Your head fell back to rest on his shoulder, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear.

“Finish traying up the cookies.” His tone had shifted, he was telling you, not asking. It was something he hadn’t done yet, taking control of the situation completely. Mostly he had just been willing to be a part of what you two shared, not taking command but the sight of you in his house, in his space, in his shirt. It was doing something to him. He continued to rub slow circles on the throbbing bundle of nerves, his own hips flush with your backside now. You could feel the hard line of him through the thin shorts he had on. You were willing to bet he had forgone underwear.

His other hand rose to palm one of your breasts, fingers finding the bud there and pulling on it. You let out a startled huff that turned into a moan when he pinched it hard.

You nodded, hands releasing their tight grasp on the counter and moving back to the dough. Frankie bit down on side of your neck, his teeth prickling your skin. His hands stopped their intoxicating movements.

“Nu-uh, need a verbal confirmation from you.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Hmm, that’s it.” You let out a choked sound when he began to rub at your clit again, with more pressure this time. His tongue swiped hot up the side of your neck, your head bowing over as you tried to concentrate on forming even portions of the dough to place atop the greased tray. When you placed the first one atop the dark metal, Frankie’s hand that had been playing with your breast came down to shuck off your shorts and underwear. They fell to the floor and you quickly stepped out of them.

“Spread your legs for me, be a good girl for me.”

“Yes, sir.” As you did so his rough fingers didn’t stop steadily moving against your clit, and you could feel slick begin to trail down the inside of your thighs. You nearly dropped the next portion of dough when you heard the hush of his own shorts falling to the floor. There was a deep groan that rumbled behind you when you felt yourself flutter at the implications, a couple of drops of your arousal leaking down onto the discarded fabric at your feet.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Showing me how excited you are for me, aren’t you? You’re drippin’ all over my kitchen floor, querida.” You let out a stuttered gasp as his hand not working you swiped through your folds and collected some of the slick. Your knees nearly buckled when you heard him suck on those same fingers, a dirty moan falling from him at the taste. Surely, he could feel the throbbing of your clit underneath his fingers still connected to you.

“Is your leg strong enough for me to fuck you up against this counter, baby girl?” He asked, as he gripped his hard length tight and brough it to rest between your cheeks. He didn’t move, just laid it there for you to feel the hot, long line of him. He was waiting for an answer.

“Yes, please. Sir, I need you.” Your voice was a whine, you didn’t care. You had just had him, twice at your place before the store. Your body had been humming the entire time you watched as Frankie had taken his time picking out a good cut of steaks from the butcher, the best brussels he could find in the produce section, the best potatoes for the sides. Watched in simmering anticipation as he had debated between heavy whipping cream and what kind of sauce he wanted to make for the meal. It had been intoxicating, being that domestic with the tall, broad man like that. To see him out in public, to be out in public with him.

Women had been watching him, looking him up and down to take in the way his faded jeans and simple t-shirt had fit him. The movement of his biceps against the taut fabric of his sleeves, the way his butt looked simply divine behind the pockets of his pants. The hat that had tamped down over his curls, the longer strands reached out from underneath it and begged for hands to run through. His hands had kept coming back to you then, simple guiding touches to the small of your back. A gentle caress up and down your arm as you waited for him to decide what would be best out of what he needed.

When you had stumbled a bit at a rather sharp pull on your stitches, still present and heavily bandaged, he had bent down right there in the middle of the aisle and placed a chaste kiss to the top of them, his hands skimming your legs in careful reverence. He had to have known the trembles of your nerves had been from him kneeling down in front of you, not from the pain. He had looked up at you, to see the deep flush on your neck and the hungry look in your eyes before he stood and you had to knock your head back to continue staring at him. He had brought a hand up to nudge at his bottom lip, his tongue peaking out to wet it.

He had moved in closer to you, caging you against the handle of the cart you had been pushing for extra support. You were sure had had been about to swoop down and capture your own lips with his as someone cleared their throat and said excuse me before reaching for something directly where you were both standing. Your eyes broke away from his to offer a small apology to the stranger and you whipped around to move the cart carefully out of the way and down the aisle. You caught a woman’s eyes as you passed her, her own face pink as she gripped a can of something tight in her hands. You could feel her eyes on you as you felt Frankie’s hand rest on you to help you continue throughout the store and to the checkout lane.

You had liked it, you had liked the charge in the air as you shopped alongside him. Had been seen with him, the intensity with which had nearly taken over you both. Heat pooled in your middle, expanding out in pleasured tingles down your legs now and up into your chest as you felt Frankie begin to rut against the seam of you. His length parted you, swiping between your folds and you could feel how he throbbed and twitched as he reveled in how wet you were.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re always so good for me.”

“Only for you, sir, anything for you.”

“Would you have let me take you in that store? While all those silly, jealous women watched? All those watching, dirty men palming themselves to the sight of you taking my cock in the middle of that aisle, pressed up against the shelves?” The tip of him caught on your entrance, and he pushed in, shallowly thrusting. He wasn’t giving you all of him, just teasing you open a little, waiting on an answer.

“Fuck, Frankie, yes.”

He bottomed out in one thrust. You choked out a moan, voice high and euphoric. You both stilled, taking in the stretch of him filling you up so completely. Your hands moved to tray up a few more portions of dough, his command still floating around your mind distantly. Little pants that dissolved to whimpers when he would twitch that deep inside you had him reaching his hands around to rest on the lip of the counter, caging you in a way that made your heartbeat thud hard in your chest.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you make the best sounds for me.”

“Please. Please move, sir.” You begged, not caring how high your voice was, you were practically keening for him. You were clenching around him hard, you could feel the slickness of your combined arousal where you were both connected and how it was sneaking down between your thighs in a wet trail. You don’t think you’ve ever gotten this wet with anyone before. Your mind was humming his name on repeat like a prayer.

Frankie. Frankie. Frankie.

He didn’t move, his knuckles white on the edge of the counter beside you.

“Finish the cookies, be a good girl.”

You hurriedly balled up the last bit of dough into portions and nearly threw them onto the tray in front of you. They weren’t as evenly spaced as the others, and Frankie tutted behind you, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear that you could do better. You hastily fixed the spacing and arched your back, shimmying your hips back to urge him into moving. You moved your hips in a circular motion, leaning heavily on your arms as you braced yourself on the clear counter space now in front of you. Your shirt was lifted up and off, your chest meeting the coolness of the marble beneath you. Your nipples hardened at the sensation, goosebumps sprouted along your back.

“Fransisco, please.”

“Oh fuck.”

He pulled out a bit only to slam back in and grind his hips into you, mimicking your earlier circular motions. His head caught that ridged spot deep inside you and you melted onto the counter even more, keening whines pushed through your chest as your breath escaped in pants. He was moving against you in hard, deep movements, moving just fast enough to stoke the rapidly approaching orgasm that was low in your belly.

The kitchen filled with the needy sounds you were making, the wet sounds of Frankie moving against you, and the unfiltered moans the man was letting out as he moved to press a hand lightly to your back and press you down into the counter. The other hand came to hold your hip, gripping tight, his fingers grazing the scar there underneath your tattoo. His eyes racked over you decorated back, and leaned down to place sucking kisses along every inch he could reach.

Your orgasm hit you so hard you felt the air rush out of your lungs in a shout, startling you with how it was suddenly sending waves of pleasure over your heated skin. You looked over your shoulder and reveled in the sight of Frankie still pounding into you, leading you through the whole thing, thrusting just as hard and deep to chase his own despite how tightly you were clenching around him. You whined when he pushed you down with a little more force. Though he brought his eyes to meet yours, his brow furrowed and sweat dampening the curls on his forehead, his plush lips were parted as he panted. God, he looked so good and he was yours.

His eyes turned hazy and he frantically asked you where you wanted him, his hips faltering as his own pleasure heightened and was about to snap.

“Where, sweet girl, where?”

“Inside, please, sir, inside!” You whined, wanting to feel him, all of him. You fluttered around his cock at the mere thought of him filling you up. He grunted at the sensation, it was throwing him over the edge he was already so very close to.

“Fuck, okay, be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?” He slammed into you completely, bottomed out and his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. His teeth were suddenly digging into your shoulder, the skin pricking where he had broken the skin with his canines. You felt the hot ropes of his release paint your insides and you moaned at the feeling of it. Your eyes fluttered closed as you pushed back onto him, circling your hips to coach out every last drop from him.

When you stood back up to your full height and turned around to face him, your expression was enamoring. You looked so blissed out, lips red from where you had been worrying them with your teeth, cheeks and neck flushed a deep pink underneath the tan of your skin, eyes blown wide and gazing at him as if he hung the moon. Your glasses had been taken off and you gently perched them back atop the bridge of your nose. Frankies arms came around your back to help keep you up, your legs trembling from the pleasure.

His release slowly trailed down the insides of your thighs, making you feel some type of way.

He leaned down and licked away the errant chocolate chips that had melted into the skin of your breasts and chest as he had held you down to the counter. You moaned as his tongue moved hot against your skin, prickling pleasure that was already cascading slowly over you spiked but you were too tired for it to anything beyond that.

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“What time is your appointment tomorrow?” Frankie finished what he was doing to the plates and brought them over to the table. He had already poured a glass of wine for you each, red, to go with the steak.

“In the morning, they’re going to check on the stitches and my range of movement.” You took a bite of the steak already cut into pieces to show off the middle of it, it was perfectly cooked and placed atop a bed of mashed potatoes and asparagus. A shallot and peppercorn cream sauce was drizzled on top of it, and it looked amazing. You moaned around the bite you had taken, turning surprised eyes to Frankie across the table. He was watching you avidly, his own bite halfway to his mouth.

“That sounded a lot like the way you moan when I’m deep inside you, sweet girl. Any correlation?” He teased, a cheeky smirk displaying the dimple he had on the right side of his face. You swatted your hand at him, turning away to chew the rest of your bite. Your gaze caught the drawings held to the front of the fridge with magnets. They were all so adorable. Very much like the one that was secured to the front of your own fridge back at your apartment.

You didn’t look back at him, feigning that you didn’t hear him and he chuckled at you as he took a sip from his wine glass. You tapped the screen of your phone beside you on the top of the table beside your own. The fork in your hand clattered down as you gasped at the notification that displayed on it.

“Oy dios mío.” You quickly snatched your phone up and walked away from the table, bringing it up to your ear as you did so. Frankie was standing up with you, but you tossed him one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen and waved him back to the table. You were gone, across the threshold and in the living room for a few minutes. Your professional voice wafting into the kitchen and Frankie wondered what had you so excited.

When you came back to the room, you practically skipped over to him and settled in his lap, your arms going around his shoulders as you laid your legs out over him. You peppered his face with little kissed as laughter bubbled up.

“What is it, sweet girl?” Frankie held tight to your back, his other hand coming to rest atop your injured leg so it didn’t jostle at your wiggling.

“I put up flyers around some of the nicer bars of the area and Morgan told all her friends about it. The event I’m having tomorrow, the one with the cocktail and desert pairings? A local food critic emailed me and said she wanted to attend!”

“Cariño, that's...that's incredible! The farmer’s market article and now this? You’re doing such a good job, querida, you deserve all of this.” His plush lips captured yours as he leaned in and his hands tightened their hold on you.

You were giddy throughout the rest of dinner, gushing over the details of tomorrow. His boss had given him tasks to complete around town, collection orders from local places and parts they had to order for certain repairs, so he was going to help you get the last of the stuff you needed as well. After the appointment of course, he was going with you in case they decided to give you a shots of either a muscle relaxer or a painkiller.

The shop was going to be closed during the day due to the event, something you struggled with deciding. But you admitted to him you might be closing it for a few days here and there while you interviewed and hired two more people to help with the influx of business so you could focus solely on the baking yourself.

You both settled on the couch after cleaning up and packing away the leftovers from dinner. Fresh cookies and a scoop of ice cream in a bowl you both shared in front of a cheesy shark movie. Frankie kept trying to point out how the logistics didn’t make any sense and you gasped every time the very obviously not real shark suddenly appeared on the screen, falling for the jump scares so easily it was endearing. You shared sticky kisses throughout the movie.

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Will was a little late, an apology on his lips as he pressed a greeting kiss to your temple and offered you something that was wrapped in a beautiful display. The sun had already begun to set, the others having arrived at the shop an hour or so ago to help you get everything situated and make sure you were good yourself. The doctor had opted to keep the stitches in another week, something you hadn’t been too excited about. But the rest of your leg had been healing well enough that you no longer had to wrap it, just make sure it got the twice daily spray of antibiotic solution and then scar cream if you felt the need to.

“We all chipped in, got a fresh print from the office and had them do it on a slightly larger scale.”

You noticed his friend behind him, hands cupped in front of him as he waited for an introduction. He was the dad that frequented your shop on Friday’s during the school year, the one who had been with Will the day you had gotten injured at the gym, the one who had asked you out and given you his card…

“Open it, manté!” Benny clapped his hands together, excited to see your reaction to the gift.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you carefully tore the paper along the seams of where it was taped together. You could see the shiny glass of a frame and as you removed the wrapping in one shift, a fresh printing of the farmer’s market article detailing your bakery faced you underneath it. The frame was beautiful, an ornate dark gray one. You rain your fingers over the details of it, blinking back tears as you looked up at the smiling faces around you.

“You guys…”

“Do you love it, or do you love it?” Pope chirped as he hugged you from behind, his hands coming to rest over yours as you still gripped the frame tight.

“You’re gonna make me ruin my makeup.” You warbled as you felt the other three move in to hug you as well, creating a safe haven in all of their arms around you and each other as they celebrated your success. It was a lot. It was so a lot. But you were happy. Here in this new state, with this bakery you always thought had been a pipe dream, with a man who you adored and adored you back, with a group of friends who accepted you into their click as easily as breathing.

You could feel Frankie sneak a hand around one of yours and give it a squeeze.

After waving them all off and rubbing a careful finger underneath your eye, you placed the frame behind the counter for safe keeping. You would decide where to hang it in the shop later. You had Pope play around with the settings of the lights, the exposed bulbs over the small tables already on the warmer side but wanting everything to be just right.

“Hey, I invited Mark here. Hope that was okay, I know you’re a little hesitant around new people but he’s a decent guy. Going through a divorce right now, found his wife with his best friend.” Will approached you, glancing over at Mark who was talking easily with Benny.

“Of course, Will. I don’t mind at all. I made so much extra in case people who didn’t register wanted to drop by or saw the flyers and decided last minute to check it out.” You smiled at him, taking in the way he was wringing his hands together in front of him. “And Lucianna should still be coming, right? Second date?”

“Third, actually.” He rubbed at the back of his head as he looked down at the nice pair of dress boots he had on. He was in clean, dark gray slacks paired with a faded band tee and a black blazer. Very polished and it was a good look on him. “Took her out the other night to that bar you were telling me about, with the empress gin?”

“Exciting!” You swatted lightly at him, glancing over at Frankie across the room. He was behind the counter, messing with something in the display case. He glanced up, maybe he had felt your gaze on him and his lips pulled into a small grin.

“What’s going on with you two? Fish get his head outta his ass yet?” He followed you over to where you had set up a tall bar cart. It was laden with bottles you were going to use tonight to make the cocktails, on the shelves underneath the bar top, you had stacked the various glasses you had ordered for the occasion. Wanting to display the drinks in proper, beautiful glassware. You had mason jars of dried fruits and flowers to use as garnishes on some of the drinks as well.

“He made me a lovely dinner last night, thank you very much.” You tossed the man a soft smile, grateful that he didn’t shout it out and get the others riled up. He leaned in close and spoke softly to you, not wanting to garner any attention.  

“He’s a good guy, manté, just a little shy is all.”

You hummed in response, you were about to say something else when the alarm on your phone chirped and the front door opened with a jingle of the bell overhead.

Two couples walked in, smiles all around. Benny easily took their names down and guided them to a table that had a printed and displayed menu of what was offered tonight. People piled into the bakery shop after that in a steady flow. The food critic had brought a friend along, something she had mentioned in her email in order to take photos of the offerings. She had been honest with you and said she wasn’t sure if she would print the event or not quite yet, but you were slightly nervous, nonetheless. Everything had been curated and paired by your own hands, you were worried about how you played with the flavor profiles of things and if they would come across the way you wanted to everyone who had shown interest.

After a moment of everyone getting settled into their small tables and even some at the tall standing tables where the couches and coffee table typically were. You removed the apron you were wearing and handed it to a waiting Frankie, his had held out to take it from you. The removal of it revealed the full view of a gorgeous jade colored dress that was patterned with silver velvet inlay. It had short, flowy sleeves and the hem was long and fell to the tops of your chunky heeled boots. Your hair had been pulled back in a clip, small braids taming some of your curlier pieces of hair. You had small pins that had silver jeweled stars keeping your curtain bangs back from your face.

“Good evening and welcome! I’m so excited to play host to this little pairing event. We’ve got a good number of them to go through and recipes are available upon request should you enjoy any of them enough. Let’s begin with a play on an espresso martini paired with a rich banana bread….”

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