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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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a wonderful thing [mamma mia part five] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & jenson button

in this house babies are delivered in the rb8 not by a stork

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: welcome to the world florence mia alonso vettel button y/ln ✨ your name may be a mouthful but you’re our beautiful girl, i can’t wait to give you the world x

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user1: OH MY GOSH - wait so does she have all of their surnames as her last name?

mickschumacher: i’ve banned them from answering random questions so i will - the official last name is y/ln, with all the guys names as middle names! all three of them wanted flo to have y/n’s last name but a piece of them as well

user2: awww that’s so cute

user3: not her having a nickname already

kimiraikkonen: congratulations guys. i’m so happy for all of you, flo has the best parents she could ask for

yourusername: thank you kimi ☺️ xx

jensonbutton: thank you for everything kimi, mostly for being there to catch seb when he passed out 👍🏻

sebastianvettel: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL ANYONE YES I DID PASS OUT BUT IT MADE ME RESPECT WOMEN EVEN MORE I WAS NOT ASKING FOR MORE ATTENTION THAN Y/N WHO WAS LITERALLY GIVING BIRTH

jensonbutton: yeah i’m not reading all of that

yourusername: don’t worry seb i know you were just overwhelmed

sebastianvettel: NOT MORE THAN YOU I AM PROUD OF YOU

fernandoalo_oficial: when will you let this go… you’re just squeamish, it’s cute

user4: wait is she called mia after the mamma mia summer?

user5: that’s kind of hilarious

danielricciardo: ahhhhhhh she’s here !!!!! i can’t wait to meet flo and i hope everyone is recovering well xx p.s. max i shall swing round to your garage to pick up my £50 next race xoxo

yourusername: thank you danny x p.s. what did you bet on?

danielricciardo: NOTHING

maxverstappen1: he bet that seb would pass out during the birth 👍🏻

sebastianvettel: DANIEL?

yourusername: max?

maxverstappen1: i had faith seb

sebastianvettel: at least someone did

fernandoalo_oficial: she’s so beautiful she takes after her mama

yourusername: thank you nando ☺️ (it’s a good thing we did not do a paternity test, cause lord knows you’d all argue who gave what to flo)

sebastianvettel: well we ALL know she’ll have my impeccable manners

jensonbutton: and my unbelievable charm

fernandoalo_oficial: and lord knows she’ll never lose an argument on the playground, flo will have the alonso sass

yourusername: sounds like a winning combination if you throw in the patience of dealing with all three of you

sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: beyond proud to be flo's dad and beyond grateful to y/n for letting me be a part of flo's and her life x

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user6: I AM SO SOFT

user7: holy moly look how small her hands are crying 😭 🥹

yourusername: i have no doubt you'll be just the dad flo needs

sebastianvettel: i'll try my best

yourusername: don't stress yourself out you're a natural so far

jensonbutton: he didn't even bat an eyelid when flo threw up all over him

fernandoalo_oficial: he only cried for about five minutes when flo first held his hand

user8: okay they're ganging up on seb @yourusername @mickschumacher @kimirakkonen spill the beans on the others please

yourusername: jenson was shaking so much that flo's name is barely legible on her birth certificate

yourusername: fernando was so excited about feeding flo for the first time on his own that he spilt half of the milk and then slipped in it (thankfully he'd already put flo down)

mickschumacher: fernando watched her sleep for so long that he physically got cramp and had to be carried to bed

kimiraikkonen: jenson had a 27 step plan to introduce flo and beckett and he was so nervous waiting for labour to start that he walked me through it THREE times

sebastianvettel: okay now i feel better

charles_leclerc: i am so so happy for you guys, i can't wait to meet her !!

yourusername: thank you charlie, turns out AUS23 is the perfect lullaby for flo, she falls asleep as soon as we turn it on

charles_leclerc: hopefully i can play the one i've written for her as soon as possible

sebastianvettel: charlie, i am so touched. i am glad to be called your grid dad

charles_leclerc: and now we're all crying

jensonbutton: i didn't know you could get any cuter, but you reading flo a book about flower classification melted my old man heart

fernandoalo_oficial: i caught him reading her your book and i won't lie i did cry a bit

yourusername: don't forget when he crawled around bumping into everything possible to check if it was "properly babyproofed"

sebastianvettel: when did we all become such saps?

jensonbutton

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jensonbutton: i didn't know that dad duties included comforting our crying 26 year olds as well as flo

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user11: someone sedate me i am so not normal about this

yourusername: i'd actually say that flo is better behaved than them

sebastianvettel: i agree

fernandoalo_oficial: i must say watching mad max cry his eyes out holding flo is one of my favourite things ever

jensonbutton: it pains me to say but they're so sweet

yourusername: fatherhood has softened you all

user12: they are never defeating the grid kid allegations i fear

user13: applying to be godfather when they're just the overgrown kids LMAO

charles_leclerc: acting like you guys didn't all bawl your eyes out when i played flo's lullaby :(

yourusername: you're right i did cry it was very beautiful charles, thank you

jensonbutton: it was very touching, you're a menace but a thoughtful menace

sebastianvettel: you make me proud to be called your grid dad :)

fernandoalo_oficial: it was a very kind gesture (you will need to pay me back somehow for now having to get a piano delivered? how does one get a piano through the door?)

charles_leclerc: NOW I'M CRYING AGAIN GOD I LOVE YOU GUYS

maxverstappen1: kids are my weakness !!! and mia is so so cute, thank you for having me :(

yourusername: you were great with her maxy, i know you doubted yourself but you're a natural !!

jensonbutton: you're always welcome at ours (though we don't have any more room for trophies, so take them home first)

fernandoalo_oficial: oh maxy, you're a big softy really. it's okay we can all cry on the flight to the next race

sebastianvettel: you're free to be as present as you wish with flo, and free to let us help heal your inner child :)

maxverstappen1: how are you guys all so good at being parents already?

user13: obsessed with max calling her mia when everyone else calls her flo

maxverstappen1: i love mia so much but i also love to remind her parents how they got into this situation

charles_leclerc: this is such a good point

jensonbutton: really? on a post about how much we love all three of you

user14: i'm crying over max being super nervous to hold flo and being assured by all of them (and maybe charles)

yourusername: oh they looked like an old married couple it was very cute

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: my paternity leave came to an end wayyyy too fast, but thank you to y/n and seb and jenson for giving me the best present in the world. florence is the most precious girl in the world and there's nothing i won't do for her. for a long time i never thought i'd be a father or that i'd even find love, thank you for showing me that i can <3

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user15: user15 found dead, cause: fernando alonso being TOO FUCKING CUTE

valterribottas: fatherhood suits you

yourusername: did he show you all 200+ pics of flo

valterribottas: yes. multiple times

fernandoalo_oficial: I LOVE MY BABY OKAY

yourusername: we miss you already :( and we love you so much, you deserve this and more

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i went to greece this summer, i can't believe i nearly went to australia

aussiegrit: i'm so happy for you nando but you're literally bragging about ditching me :(

fernandoalo_oficial: sorry not sorry it was worth it

markwebber: you're such a mean girl . DON'T FORGET we ALL know i was your first love in f1

jensonbutton: you snooze you lose mark hold this L

aussiegrit: i'm literally married

sebastianvettel: tell that to all of your homoerotic tension with half of the grid

aussiegrit: the only thing i wanted to put near your ass is my FOOT

yourusername: okay clearly fatherhood has not completely softened all of you

user16: i see we took like a month to be responsible adults and now normal service is resumed

maxverstappen1: lestappen erasure once again and after you guys just proclaimed us as your children .... i see

charles_leclerc: youngest child being the favourite, some things never change

yourusername: yall finished projecting?

fernandoalo_oficial: you guys literally slept the entire flight? you would've bitten my head off if i had woken you up for anything other than getting off

charles_leclerc: nuh uh my instagram grind never stops

maxverstappen1: we want a feature on our only active grid dad's instagram SUE US

user17: fernando may be away from flo but he's never not on dad watch

sebastianvettel: don't miss us too much and bring home number 33

jensonbutton: i support you whole heartedly but we don't have the wall space for another trophy right now

fernandoalo_oficial: well get to chopping

yourusername: i have faith in you hence why i already got flo's baby hard hat out

user18: BABY HARD HAT???

yourusername

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yourusername: i felt really lost in my life this summer and decided to take a little trip to a greek island. there i met three great men, but knew it was likely that i'd never see them again. yet here we are, in love and with the biggest bundle of joy i could ever ask for. i love you all and can't wait for the rest of our lives.

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user23: bro why is MY ass crying i don't know these people but this is adorable and i'm so happy for you

alexalbon: this has been my favourite thing this year and i couldn't think of four better people to have this happiness

yourusername: thank you albono, we'll be visiting the zoo soon, flo is super attached to her horsey plush

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i met you and i'm so glad you let us in on this insane journey

yourusername: there's no one else i'd rather live through this chaos with

user24: i don't think there's anything like the mamma mia summer to bring the entire grid together

jensonbutton: being with you guys makes retirement the sweet life, i couldn't have asked for a better hand in life

yourusername: there's no other way i'd like to start my day than bagel runs with you

sebastianvettel: after i announced my retirement i thought i'd float around aimlessly trying to find another purpose in life. i don't know how we got to this but i wouldn't change it for the world, i love all three of you and florence so so so much

yourusername: i'm sure we can balance beekeeping with being a full-time dad

user25: flo having four parents who would do anything for her i'm so jealous

maxverstappen1: you guys are so precious, counting down the days until i see mia again

yourusername: respecting the commitment to using mia

maxverstappen1: you chose mia, right? you knew what you were doing

yourusername: sue me.

sebastianvettel: you knowingly named our daughter after mamma mia?

yourusername: how is it with the shoe on the other foot ??? at least mia isn't as obvious as BECKETT

jensonbutton: beckett is NOT OBVIOUS

fernandoalo_oficial: wait how did we not catch on???

yourusername: mia is a cute name !!!

sebastianvettel: maybe max and charles get their scheming from you

charles_leclerc: i do NOT SCHEME

yourusername: ummmmm sebastian your number one boy name was enzo... i may not know f1 but even i know that ENZO IS ENZO FERRARI YOU ARE NOT SLICK

sebastianvettel: damn tough crowd

user26: god i wish they publicised their arguments about naming like they did with the godfathers

user27: i just know those lists were heinous those men should not be allowed to name anything ever

fernandoalo_oficial: ummm actually i suggested florence

yourusername: we BOTH suggested florence

jensonbutton: i highlighted it first in the book

yourusername: NO YOU DIDN'T

sebastianvettel: i'm staying out of this one

user26: thanks for this little highlight reel 👍

note: AAHHHHHHHH PART FIVE i hope we are happy with the name choice, thank you for all of your amazing suggestions. i cannot remember who exactly suggested florence but i loved it so much esp cause flo is such a cute nickname !!! but also big shoutout to @evilsailorsenshi for the mia suggestion i had to make it a middle name to do the series justice x

do not fear this is not the end, i plan on following this lil family for a good while, so i hope this is a good fill of mamma mia content for now.

hopefully i got everyone on the taglist! - also, everyone who replied to my post about life, i am still getting back to people but thank you so much, i love this lil community so much !! please never be afraid to reach out to me if need be i'm always up for a chat!

taglist: taglist: @boiohboii @vellicora @faithm120601 @raizelchrysanderoctavius @luv4kani @eugene-emt-roe @magical-spit @ironmaiden1313 @jaydaaasworld @whoreks @rainerax @nonsensical-nonsence @laneyspaulding19 @chelseyyouraverageluigi @lxclerc @gemofthenight @woweewoowa @tagteamedbitch@imagandom@mypage-myfandoms@mehrmonga@asparklysoul @unstableplant @motorsp0rt@multilovebot@lili-flower03 @its-elias-world @jolixtreesunn@nothingfuninthislife@rileynicol3@kodzuvk@mochimommy2002@fluffyspaceprincess@roseseraj@black-swan-blog27@nyrasslut@justdreamersdream@asfaraslifegets@why4anne@ineffableperson@leilanixx@lunyyx @pupbistro @gaypoetsblog@rafaaoli@champomiel@sadsierra2 @rainerax @lokietro @thecubanator2 @nzygftoji @rockyhayzkid @nmw-am @slytherheign @erikasurfer @turn-around-look-at-what-you-see @greigreyhiyyih @duck-duck-goose-18 @dark-night-sky-99 @ironcowboycopnickel @sizzlingghostoperatorbagel @2bormaybenot @42ndbrokencompass @whotfisvale @lichterfee @sticksdoesart @glitterf1 @turn-around-look-at-what-you-see

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hazelfoureyes · 9 months ago

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Research

Bee’s Lucifer/Hazbin AU on Twitter got me so riled up for Raphael. So… go check out her posts and what has happened to Angel Luci and then read this little research trip.

「Warnings/Promises: Raphael x Angel Luci, pussy and cock in mouth at the same time baby, blowjob, adorable Luci, tingles, tachycardia, dangers of being locked out of heaven」

minors I will portal you to a boring pocket dimension if you interact

Angel Anatomy by _LuLuLamb on Twitter! Go to her page to see Raphael and Angel Luci so you can better enjoy this smut!

Sneaking away from heaven was simple enough, because no one paid attention to anything in heaven that wasn’t immediately self-serving. Raphael gone? Probably holed up adding notes to his notes or something redundant.

When Luci had reached out to him in a tizzy, he felt compelled to atleast check out the poor angel. Not to mention the research implications, if what the panicked peach’s messages implied rang true.

He had plenty of theories on the subject of angelic sexual intercourse but no evidence. Which was immensely frustrating.

Luci was remarkably naked when Raphael portaled into their rendezvous spot. It seemed the deflowered angel couldn’t return to heaven, so a pocket dimension was the second best place.

“You could have been dressed for this.” Raphael set his bag down.

“Raph!” Tears welled in those big blues, “It hasn’t felt right since—,” a deep golden blush lit Luci’s face.

Since—?

Raphael waited for Luci to finish the sentence but the smaller angel just buried his face in his hands and spread his legs.

The doctor’s lip was drawn into a bite, nothing happening was remotely close to protocol. With a sigh and a practiced pinch to the bridge of his nose he knelt between the trembling knees.

“I’m sure it’s fine. Worrying so much is worse for your health than a little stimulation.”

He was wholly unaware of the events leading up to Luci’s call for help. A little stimulation? Yes and the Big Bang was a tad of spilt milk on the cosmic countertop.

As he peeled open the white and blue wings, he came face to face with… a very standard angelic anatomy. Small cock, gold kissed lower lips. Nothing remotely noteworthy. Raphael tenderly set the wings back down, “Luci, you’re fine.”

“I know it looks fine, but the inside is so hot. And there’s almost an itch.” Raphael nodded absentmindedly, the heat was from increased blood flow. Luci’s hands came to his lap, two fingers pressing softly into his entrance, “But not an itch! Does that make sense? It only feels better when I do this,” Raphael fell back on his ass when he saw those digits enter Luci.

Noteworthy!

“You won’t understand, Raphy…here, I can show you a little.” Luci crawled between Raphael’s legs, hands finding his belt.

As his glasses slid down his nose Raphael let one hand push them up and another press away at Luci’s surprisingly strong form.

“I’d like to go home after this check-up, thank you very much!”

Luci’s bright eyes and mega-watt smile beamed at him as his hands continued to remove the belt and undo the button. “Oh don’t worry! I won’t,” a pause as he looked up for the exact words Lucifer had said, “tongue fuck your prostrate.”

A shriek behind clenched teeth, Raphael’s glasses tumbling off his face and dangling around his neck.

“You see, the great thing about science is,” Raphael’s hand’s pushed again at Luci’s head as the angel lowered it to his lap, “you don’t need experience to,” his grip loosened on the white blonde hair as his own mint tinted wings were pulled open, “uh, we can still treat patients with the research of oth-,” the word floated from his mouth as Luci’s lips made contact, threatening to reach heaven. A new sensation, warm and wet as his still soft cock was engulfed in the smaller angel’s mouth.

Those once protesting hands raked through Luci’s soft hair, betraying their master’s muttered, “wait— now, hold on.”

Luci’s head popped up, chin shining, “But Raphy there’s more. You’ll understand the tingling for sure”. He returned the growing member to his mouth, taking him to the hilt and letting his long tongue lap at the twitching entrance beneath.

With his head tossed back, Raphael could see his halo jumping to life with the tachycardia Luci had induced. A foreign feeling entirely at his center. He’d handled himself before, but he’d never had something so hot and all encompassing on him. As for the tongue, he had absolutely zero practice to prepare him for the feeling of Luci’s strongest muscle licking incessantly at his cunt. Without intention his knees came up and knocked at the newly fallen angel’s sides.

The back of his hand acted as a physical barrier for the sounds he was biting back. How was Luci’s throat doing that? The sensitive head of his cock caressed by silky and undulating flesh. With his eyes rolling up, vision removed from the equation, his brain was confident he was 90% dick and pussy. The rest of his body was offline. A small rush of precum from both doted on holes made him scramble up, body folding over Luci’s head.

Luci was careful with his prodding, not entering Raphael’s heaven worthy cunt. He didn’t want the valued doctor locked out, too.

The air stung his wet sex when Luci withdrew. Thinking it was over, Raphael laid on his back to catch his breath, “I’d hazard a guess, as I don’t have the same tingles as you described-.” Once again he was cut off, broad tongue swiping from his leaking pussy to his dripping cock head.

Back now arching, Raphael’s hands clawed at the nothing of the space they’d created. He recognized the tightening in his stomach and thighs. He needed to get out from under the angel. But when Luci’s head returned to bob up and down with an even rhythm, still running his tongue between his flushed folds, he couldn’t find the will to move away. Conversely, his hips began to buck up into the heat.

He was quite confident he could get closer to orgasm and then back away, he told himself. After all, Raphael is an archangel! A creature of resolve! A divine creation of knowledge!

And this was knowledge. He was learning. In fact he dared call this a research expedition.

The creeping tension was coming stronger than he had ever felt before. Luci sensed a pang of pride in his chest as the doctor’s stiff member began to jump and twitch. A finger came to rub around Raphael’s other unused hole, smearing saliva and precum around the virginal ring of muscle. Raphael scrambled under him once again, finding the willpower to push Luci by the forehead off of his cock.

Luci let out a small yelp, surprised when his face was painted with Raphael’s release. Humming with satisfaction, he wiped the spend from his cheeks and eyes. He did it!

The still innocent angel leaned up and clapped his hands together, “Now, you’re gonna feel the tingles. Then you can help me figure out what’s wrong!”

When he opened his eyes he realized Raphael was gone, he was alone with his sticky hands and…

“Where’s your belt?” Michael pointed at Raphael’s pants as the angel rushed past him.

“Tourniquet!” Raphael shouted, running into his office and collapsing at his desk. His line of sight was directly on his crotch, the tingles beginning to set in. But not on his prick as he had assumed Luci meant. No, in his still spasming cunt he felt an emptiness. A needling feeling something was lacking. Images of Luci’s fingers entering himself flashed behind his eyes. He shook away the intrusive thought and grabbed his pen. Raphael was determined to write about the sensations and bodily response while it was still fresh.

But as his hand moved along the paper, the letters got sloppier. Looser his grip became as he felt his head drawing to the desk. His eyes fluttered shut on the scene of his hand dropping the pen, barely making it to the part where Luci’s tongue grazed his vulva. And as his consciousness melted away and slipped down his spine, he swore he could feel the lingering heat of Luci’s warm mouth on his lap.

#Hazbin hotel #_LuLuLamb #Hazbin hotel au #angel lucifer #smut #hazbin smut

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taeraemisu · 2 years ago

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pretty mess ; jay enhypen

synopsis ; getting into embarrassing situations in front of a cute stranger wasn’t exactly how jay was planning to spend his day

genre ; strangers to lovers, fluff, barista!jay, a sprinkle of a cafe au

pairings ; jay x reader, mentions of jake

word count ; 1.2k words

jay cautiously turned on the espresso machine. it had been acting up all morning and he finally got to fix it, he managed to stop the liquid from spilling all over but was it really working?

ding!

jay heard bell ring, the door opening, but he was too focused on the machine to even glance at the customer who just walked in. this machine better work.

he pressed the button, placing the cup below the dispenser in hopes that it will actually pour coffee out and not spray everywhere. just this once-

coffee sprayed everywhere, droplets splashing onto his face and all over his apron. jay yelped, before hurrying to turn the machine off, covering any leakage with his hands.

he sighed, feeling hopeless before turning around to face the cafe. his eyes lay on you, who was just watching the whole ordeal. his ears turned red, suddenly embarrassed you witnessed it all.

“i’m sorry,” he said sheepishly, walking over to the register. he wiped the coffee off his face, before clearing his throat to greet you. what a first impression.

“welcome to polaroid love! can i get you anything?”

you hummed, looking at the menu. you were planning on getting an espresso, but you clearly weren’t going to get it. “can i have a vanilla latte? to go?”

jay nodded, inputting your order. “so sorry about earlier, today isn’t my day-“ he apologised again.

you shake your hands, dismissing his words. “no, it’s really fine!” you smiled softly. “i understand. you might need to get that machine fix though.”

jay gave you a tight-lipped smile. “i have been fixing it all morning. i don’t get why it isn’t working today …” his voice trails off before heading off to work on your drink.

you wait patiently at the side, looking at the barista make your drink. jay pours some coffee into the plastic cup. he grabs the milk carton, about it pour it when-

milk came pouring out, making jay curse under his breath. what is wrong with today?

he inspected the carton. someone didn’t screw the cap on properly after use. “i bet it’s jake,” jay grumbled, his ears turning even redder when he turned to look at you. you witnessed him messing up two times in a row.

“i’m so sorry!” jay apologised again while he went off to find any napkins to clean up the mess. milk spilt everywhere, from all over the counter to the floor. this really wasn’t his day.

“it’s really fine!” you say, feeling bad for the cute barista. “i can wait, i’m in no rush.” you rummaged through your bag and took out a handkerchief you keep on you, handing it to him. “use this.”

embarrassed still, jay took your handkerchief and wiped the mess. “i’m so sorry about all this,” he said as he cleaned up. “i will wash this and find you to return it to you somehow.”

once he cleaned up, he went back to working on your drink. he made it from scratch, still embarrassed about the whole mess. you were fine with it, you knew everyone had those sort of days. the barista in front of you just happened to be more unlucky.

jay finally finished your drink, handing it to you. “again, i’m so sorry-“ he tried to apologise but you shook your head. “it’s really fine!” you grinned at him. “i will come by another day and get that handkerchief back.”

jay sheepishly smiles, waving you off while you leave the cafe. he went back to doing his cafe duties when a thought came to him. he looked over at the door, eyes widened. wait, you will come back?

jay was on the bus, heading home after a shift at his cafe. thankfully, no other misshapes happened in front of other customers. his ears were still red, remembering how you witnessed him messing up two times in a row.

jay groaned, leaning back on his seat. since the cafe wasn’t that busy that day, he got time to wash your handkerchief nice and clean. he remembers you saying you were going to come back, and jay couldn’t help wishing it was soon.

he snapped back into reality, hearing the bus stop. he glanced out the window and someone catches his eye. it was you, sitting down peacefully at the bus stop, the drink you ordered from earlier still on your hand.

jay’s eyes widen. he was literally just thinking about you, and there you were? right in front of him?

he jumped out of his seat, scurrying to get off the bus quickly. he managed to get off in time, the bus driver momentarily pissed he didn’t get off earlier. but jay was way too quick that he-

thud.

he fell face first onto the ground.

jay knew you were sitting in front of him, and he never wanted to dig a hole and disappear off the face of the earth more than that moment. he embarrassed himself, again.

jay quickly got up, wiping the dust and dirt off him. most people at the bus stop saw him, but they pretended to look away. as soon as he stood up, he met face to face with you.

you were struggling to hold your laughter in, a part of you feeling bad for him. you recognised him almost immediately. with that face for a barista, it was hard to even forget. especially the interesting events that occurred earlier.

jay cleared his throat, ears turning redder than he thought was possible. “so …” his voice trailed off. “we meet again?”

you smiled, getting up from your seat to face him. “indeed, i didn’t think i would see you again so soon.”

jay chuckled, pointing at the empty cup in your hand. “you must have really liked it.”

you nod, holding the empty cup up. “definitely, the whole mess earlier made it even tastier.”

jay groaned while you giggle a little. “i’m joking, seriously i will forget about it if you want me to.”

he hides his face in his hands. “this isn’t me i swear! i’m not a mess all the time it’s just-“

“you are a pretty mess then.”

jay looked at you with widen eyes, this time, your ears are turning red. those words came out of your mouth without warning and it was your turn to hide in your hands. “no, i didn’t mean to say that-“

jay chuckled, finding you really adorable at that moment. “it’s really fine!” he made an impression of your words earlier, laughing. you rolled your eyes, looking at him. oh how the turned tables.

“wait, my handkerchief?” you questioned. “i did say i will come back for it …”

“and i said i will find you to return it,” he said as he rummaged through his bag, taking out the now-cleaned handkerchief. he was about to hand it to you when he pulled his hand back, wagging his finger at you. “do something for me first.”

you raised an eyebrow. seriously?

“you can get this back if you … go on a date with me.”

you rolled your eyes. “is this blackmail?” you joked while he shrugs at you. “it is if you look at it that way.”

you giggled, snatching your handkerchief off his hands.

“you don’t have to do that, i would gladly go on a date with you if you just ask.”

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aheckinmess · 8 months ago

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Don't Lie Over Spilt Milk (Dad Nanami)

(Part 3 of Season of Serendipity.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Nanami, Child Yuji, Child Yuuji, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Ryomen Sukuna, Ryoumen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Yuji Itadori, Yuuji Itadori, Besu Sukuna, Parental Nanami, Dad Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Protective Sukuna, Canon Divergence - AU, Sukuna Has a Daughter, Yuji is Nanami's Son, I Merged Two of My Series, Yuji Itadori is a Good Friend, OC Gets Picked On, Yuji is Protective and Determined to Help Her Feel Better, Sukuna is a Good Dad, In His Own Way, OC is His Little Princess, Fluff with Angst Sprinkled In, Fluff and Angst

Word Count: 3, 267 words

Summary: Yuji and Besu become fast friends in Pre-K, but when a group of classmates tell Yuji they won't sit with Besu because they think her dad is cursed, Yuji is determined to prove them wrong.

Author's Note: This took so long to write and went on longer than expected, but it was so much fun! I don't really know where this series is going, but it's adorable and I'm not stopping any time soon.

Yuji and Besu were inseparable. For one of the most extroverted kids in class, Yuji could be found almost exclusively by Besu’s side. For one of the quietest kids in class, Besu talked Yuji’s ear off anytime they were together.

When Ms. Chotto chose their partners instead of letting them pick this morning, Yuji gave Besu a smile and went to find his group, instantly relaxing into a conversation. He didn’t worry about Besu until Kia and Kai both stepped over to his table and sat down.

Which was odd because they were the only other two in Besu’s group.

“Can we sit with you?” Kia wrinkled her face into a frown.

“Yeah. We don’t want to be in her group.” Kai matched her expression.

Yuji looked over to see Besu staring at her table, her coloring page already finished. He tried to see her face, but her pink hair created a veil between them. When he turned back to the twins, Fuyuki and Yuto were already ushering them over with smiles.

“Why don’t you want to be in Bechan’s group?” Yuji interrupted them, feeling fire heating up his chest. “She’s really nice. And she doesn’t copy your work.”

“Don’t you know who her dad is?”

“My mommy told me that he’s really mean.”

“Yeah! I saw him in car line and he’s really scary!”

Yuji stared at his tablemates, dumbfounded. He’d met Mr. Sukuna plenty of times! Often, Otouchan would speak with him to give Yuji more time to play with Besu after school. And if Otouchan was friends with him, there was no way he could be mean!

“There’s nothing wrong with him. Otouchan talks to him all the time.”

The entire table gasped and shoved their chairs away from the table. The commotion led Ms. Chotto over to see what the issue was, and Kai immediately pointed at Yuji.

“Yuji’s dad is cursed!”

“He speaks with Mr. Sukuna!”

Ms. Chotto sighed and shook her head, kneeling at the table full of children.

“Those are not very nice things to say. People are not cursed just for talking to others.”

“But Kai’s right! My momma said that Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man!” Fuyuki explains. “And he’s got tattoos!”

“Mr. Sukuna has given no one any reason to believe he’s mean or cursed. And that should be no reason for you to leave Besu to do all of her work alone.” Ms. Chotto said sternly. “Now, go over there and apologize. And finish your work!”

. . . . .

Yuji sat by Besu during recess as she filled a yellow bucket with sand. Yuji felt bad for her and decided to be her tunnel digger. He knew she liked mixing together the sand. Besu quietly and methodically filled her shovel and poured it into the bucket. Shovel, pour, mix. Shovel, pour, mix.

“Do you think I’m cursed, Yuji-kun?” Besu broke the silence as she flipped her bucket over, patting the bottom and revealing the beginning of a sandcastle.

“Don’t listen to Kia and Kai, Bechan. You’re not cursed, and your dad is great! He gives you the best snacks.”

She nodded, but Yuji didn’t think she really believed him. The burning fire in his stomach returned, but this time he felt sick, too. Frowns didn’t look right on Besu’s face.

“We’ll show them. I’ll ask Otouchan if I can go over to your house! And then they’ll see that there’s nothing scary about your dad!” Yuji said, pausing to pick out a tiny pebble caked under his nail.

Besu lifted her head minutely, seeming unsure, but when she heard her father’s voice across the playground she waved to Yuji and rushed over to crawl up into his arms. She buried her face in his neck and squeezed him tight without sparing another glance to Yuji.

Yuji watched her go, and when his dad came into view he shot over to him like a rocket.

“Otouchan, can I go to Bechan’s house this weekend?” He asked, grabbing Nanami’s hand as he looked up at him.

“Mm?” Nanami quirked a brow. “I guess we’d have to ask her father first, Yuji-kun. We don’t have any plans. Are you sure you don’t want to invite her over to our house?”

“No! It has to be her house!”

That got Nanami to raise a brow.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Fuyuki’s mom said Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man. And I’m gonna go over there so they know he’s not!” Yuji stated matter-of-factly as Nanami walked him down the street.

“I see.” Nanami squeezed Yuji’s hand and led him home. “I’ll see what I can do, Yuji-kun.”

. . . . .

When Nanami drove Yuji over to Besu’s house that weekend, Yuji readied himself with all the essentials. He stashed his detective hat in his overnight bag, along with a flashlight for late night searching. A magnifying glass and a toy laser shooter joined their company.

Nanami even let him bring a disposable camera! He was ready to prove to those kids that there was nothing wrong with Besu or Mr. Sukuna!

“Now, you know what number to call if you need me, Yuji-kun?”

“Yep!”

“And if you can’t remember it, do you know where to find it?”

“On the tag in my bookbag!” Yuji patted his bag and unclipped the belt to his car seat in seconds. “Come on, Otocuhan!”

“Wait, Yuji-kun,” Nanami chuckled and a moment later he helped him out of the car.

Yuji saw Mr. Sukuna at the end of the long driveway with a hand in his pocket. Besu hid beside him hugging his other arm.

“Hi, Bechan!” Yuji’s pace doubled as he pulled Nanami along with him. “Guess what? I brought my magnifying glass and my hat so we can play Detective!”

“I have a hat I can use too!” Besu brightened and Yuji smiled.

“Come on! Let’s go–”

“Yuji-kun, aren’t you going to say goodbye?” Nanami called from the doorway.

“Oh!” Yuji giggled and rushed back over to him. He barreled into Nanami and squeezed him tight. “I love you, Otouchan! See you tomorrow!”

“Be good, Yuji. Try not to cause much trouble.”

“Okay!” Yuji grinned, bumping into Mr. Sukuna as he stepped back. “Sorry, ‘scuse me!”

He flew around the large man back to Besu as Nanami shook his head with amusement, making a few final comments to Sukuna about bedtime and dietary needs.

“Just make sure he doesn’t have any sugar before bed. I’m sure you can see, he fires on all cylinders without sugar as it is.” Nanami chuckled.

“Otouchaaann!” Yuji whined, pouting as he turned around.

“Okay, okay.” Nanami turned with a wave. “Have fun, Yuji-kun.”

“Let’s play Detective, Bechan!” Yuji had his bookbag open in seconds, shuffling through clothes and toys before a large hand settled over his.

“I’m glad to see you’re excited to play, Yuji. But why don’t you let Besu show you where you’re staying so you can keep your stuff in one place?” Sukuna suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay!” Yuji nodded, turning back to Besu, who giggled and tugged his arm.

“I told Daddy that we’ll stay in the upstairs! There’s a window where you can see all the stars, and I made us a blanket fort!” Besu rattled on, hiking up the stairs two at a time in her excitement. “And he’s making us sushi for dinner! Oops, wait…I wasn’t supposed to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise. Um…pretend we’re having meatballs!”

Yuji liked this Besu much better. Ever since Kia and Kai said Mr. Sukuna was cursed, she’d lost her smile. Yuji could feel bright light flooding his chest as he watched the corners of her mouth reach her ears.

“Meatballs, got it!” He agreed easily, and then his mouth hung open as he set his bag at the door. “Woooww. Is this your room?!”

“Mhmm!” She beamed. “And look! Daddy had Mr. Mokuzai build a shelf in my wall. Now I can keep all my books here!” She hopped onto her bed and started pointing out all of the pretty colors. “And there’s a big window! That’s where we’ll sleep so we can see the stars. See? I told you I made a fort!” She pulled him inside and Yuji laid on his back and stared at the sunset through her large picture window.

“Wow!” Yuji gaped again, eyes twinkling with the reflection of sunlight before he remembered his bag. “Oh, yeah! Come on, Bechan, let’s play Detective!”

While Yuji loved playing with Besu in general, he was determined during this sleepover to get plenty of evidence that Mr. Sukuna was not cursed! He took her exploring through the house with his magnifying glass, looking for proof of Mr. Sukuna’s not cursed-ness.

“Why is Daddy’s dreamcatcher going to help show Kia and Kai that he’s not cursed?” Besu whispered as she stood guard at her father’s door.

“It catches his dreams so he can’t have cursed dreams!” Yuji said.

“Oh! What about this, then?” She pointed up at some green pieces of glass hanging from strings against Mr. Sukuna’s door.

“Won’t that hurt us? It looks like glass.”

“It’s seaglass. Daddy says it helps him see ghosts so he can make sure they don’t hurt me!”

“Ooo, yeah! Grab that too!”

By the time they’d compiled a large group of items meant to serve as proof, a knock sounded at Besu’s door.

“Besu? Yuji?” Sukuna called, and chuckled when the two of them poked their heads out of the fort. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh, boy!” Yuji exclaimed, before remembering he wasn’t supposed to know what dinner was. “Are we having meatballs?” He covered quickly.

Sukuna smirked and Yuji thought he’d been discovered, but he merely waved for them to follow down the stairs.

“No. But Besu wanted dinner to be a surprise, so why don’t you come see what we’re having?” He offered.

Yuji flushed at Besu, who giggled and raced him down the stairs to the dining table. Once both were set, they wiggled eagerly in their seats. Sukuna placed their plates down and Yuji beamed as sushi served with sides of ohitashi and edamame made him salivate.

“What would you two like to drink?”

“Milk!”

“Me too!”

“Okay, but you both have to drink your green tea afterwards.” Sukuna warned.

As both children hastily agreed, the room grew quiet as Yuji stuffed his mouth with food and the only sound between the three of them for a good ten minutes was the clink of silverware.

“So, Bechan, I see you and Yuji have been going through the things in my room.” Sukuna hummed as he reclined. “What’s all that about?”

“We’re gonna show Kia and Kai–” Yuji began, but Besu cut him off.

“We were playing detective and those were our clues.” Besu said, her eyes focused on her plate.

Yuji tilted his head at her curiously. Sukuna made a low rumbling noise in his throat.

“Is that so?” He said. The way he said it made Yuji frown into his sushi, stuffing a big piece in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “So what was all of that about cursed dreams then?”

Besu didn’t say anything, but Yuji was practically combusting from the need to explain the situation. He wanted her to look at him so he could figure out why she wasn’t telling her dad about Kia and Kai, but her hair hid her face from view as she continued staring at her plate.

“We were talking about your dreamcatcher.” Her voice was soft and scared, like the first day Yuji met her. “It keeps you from having cursed dreams.”

“Besu, what aren’t you telling me?”

Yuji couldn’t help himself.

“Mr. Sukuna, it was–” But as Yuji reached out his hand, it sent his milk glass tumbling over. “Oh! I’m sorry!”

Sukuna’s reflexes were quick as he ran over to a roll of napkins and he soaked up Yuji’s drink. By the time they cleaned it up, Besu’s lip quivered and tears ran down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sukuna. I didn’t mean to.” Yuji apologized.

“You’re not in trouble, Yuji.” A pause settled between the three of them. “And neither are you, Besu. But I want to know what you’re so scared to tell me.”

“Do you want me to tell him, Bechan?” Yuji asked.

“I appreciate your attempt at honesty, Yuji, but this is something I need to hear from Besu.”

Yuji watched Besu sniffle in silence for a minute or two before she wiped her eyes and looked up at her father.

“Some kids at school said that you were cursed, so Yuji-kun and I were trying to play detective so we could find stuff to prove you weren’t.” She whispered.

“It was Kia and Kai!” Yuji adds, feeling a pressure off his chest now that he could talk about it. “They wouldn’t sit with Bechan because they said you’re mean and cursed! Fuyuki and Yuto thought so too! But I told them that you can’t be cursed because Otouchan talks with you all the time, and Otouchan says you’re a good man. But Fuyuki said her mom thinks you’re cursed because you have tattoos and so we were getting stuff and taking pictures so we can show them you’re not!”

“Besu, is that true?”

She nodded, and Yuji shoved one more piece of sushi in his mouth while the two spoke. His hands clenched into fists at his sides when he heard her sniff. Yuji watched Mr. Sukuna set his chopsticks aside and glided over to kneel by her chair. He moved her pink hair out of her face, and Yuji thought he looked a lot like Otouchan did when he tried to help Yuji during a crying fit.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Princess?” He cooed.

“I-I didn’t…” She choked on her words for a few minutes, and he pulled her into a pair of strong arms. Yuji couldn’t help himself. He toddled over to them and threw his arms around Besu. “I didn’t want you…to be sad…be-because they said you were bad.”

A beat of quiet got interrupted as Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter and squeezed Yuji and Besu together.

“Oh, my little princess, you’re too sweet for your own good. Too sweet to be mine.” He sighed and smiled, before ruffling Yuji’s hair. “But you’re good at picking friends. You’re a good kid, Yuji.”

Yuji beamed and then asked if there was any more sushi.

. . . . .

For the rest of the evening, Yuji and Besu continued their trek through their house with Sukuna’s blessing. Besu also swore he’d left extra items out for them when they circled back to the living room to find an old gold piece hiding under a magazine.

“We might have just missed it the first time.” Yuji reminded her.

“No. Daddy definitely put it there.” Besu giggled.

By the time they’d amassed enough evidence of Mr. Sukuna’s non-cursedness, it was time for bed.

“Besu! Yuji! Time to get ready for bed!” Sukuna called up the stairs. “Be ready in ten or I’ll pick off all your toes and eat them for breakfast!”

Yuji’s eyes widened at Besu, who only laughed as she grabbed her clothes.

“He just means he’ll tickle us if we don’t get ready fast.” She explained, and ducked into the bathroom to change.

Both of them were ready well within the ten minute range, but that didn’t stop Sukuna from coming in and pulling Besu into his arms to tickle and torment her with raspberries against her cheek. Yuji rocked onto his back with a boyish giggle before the moment ended and Sukuna tucked them into their sleeping bags under the blanket fort.

“Now, you’re sure you don’t want to sleep on your bed, Princess?”

“I’m sure. I’m gonna show Yuji the stars!”

“Okay. Well, you sleep well. If you stay up late behind my back, make sure you’re asleep before dawn.” He pinched her cheek.

“Okay.” She smiled.

“And you sleep well, too, Yuji.” Sukuna said, ruffling his hair.

Yuji grinned, but chewed at his lips when a question came to mind.

“Mr. Sukuna, why do you think Kia and Kai think you’re cursed?”

“Hmm,” Sukuna rumbled, looking between the two of them before sighing and resituating his long legs. “I have a theory, but it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Will you tell us? Please?” Besu sat up, eyes sparkling in the evening light.

“Yeah! If you tell us then we can definitely prove Kia and Kai are wrong!” Yuji agreed.

“Very well.” Sukuna shook his head as they both turned their attention to him. “Besu, when you were just a girl, your mother grew very ill and died. I’ve told you the story, yes?” When Besu nodded, he continued. “Well, before your mother died, and you were still a baby, we moved into this house. At the time, and even still, it was rumored to be haunted.”

“Haunted? But we’ve never seen any ghosts!” Besu gasped.

“That’s because it’s not actually haunted.” Sukuna chuckled and patted her head. “But because it hadn’t been lived in and was abandoned for a while, people thought it was. Some men who weren’t very nice stopped your mother while I was paying for groceries one afternoon and when I walked out, they were crowding around her, threatening her for staying in the old Juju house and calling her a…well, some not nice words.” When he paused, Yuji watched him put a hand over his mouth for a moment before his hand settled into a fist on his knee. “Well, I couldn’t let them hurt you or your mother. I beat the bastards…shit, that’s a curse word. Damn!” He facepalmed and Yuji giggled. “Anyway, I beat them up for messing with the two of you and was put in prison for it. The neighborhood we stay in is bad about gossip, so the whole neighborhood knew that I’d been in prison and they stayed away from us and told your mother to leave me or she’d be cursed.”

“Why didn’t you tell them about the bad men?” Yuji asked.

“Her mother tried, but sometimes adults can be very closed-minded.” He pulled Besu into his side to kiss the top of her head. “Like I was, before I met your mother.”

“Then what happened, Daddy?”

“Well, your mother didn’t leave me. She was pure of heart, much like you, so she stayed by my side until the very end. Unfortunately, it was shortly after that that she became sick, and only a little while after that she died. That seemed to solidify to everyone that she was cursed, and by extension, me.”

“So, if we show them what we found, maybe they’ll see that you’re not cursed!” Besu said, hugging her father’s arm. “Right?”

“Well, Princess,” Mr. Sukuna sighed. “People don’t always work that way. Sometimes when they’ve made up their mind, they’re set on it.”

“But we can still try, right?” She pressed, face determined.

“Yeah! Since we played detective, we can show them you’re not cursed!” Yuji added.

“Heh,” Sukuna looked between the two of them and tickled both of their necks before he stood. “Maybe you’re right, kiddos. Sweet dreams, then.”

When he left the room, Besu suddenly tackled Yuji into a tight hug.

“Thank you for helping me, Yuji-kun.”

Yuji could only squeeze her back before they relaxed on their sleeping bags on the floor. And Besu told Yuji all about the stars and their stories, just as her father had told her growing up.

Their eyes closed just before the sun began to rise.

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streetsweepershenanigans · 1 year ago

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Street Sweeper's Icemav Masterlist

Updated 2/1/2024

Fics are listed in order of most recent to oldest.

Oneshots:

(Posted to AO3):

Wanting for Home- Very whumpy, as with everything, please heed the tags and warnings. Features Mav going through a sexuality crisis with internalized homophobia mixed in due to the time period and his position in the United States Military. Happy ending, though, don't worry. Hurt/Comfort.

Silence Is (Not) A Virtue- Another whumpy one, this time with some past child abuse resulting in selective mutism. Hurt/Comfort.

Third Time's The Charm (Oblivion AU)- A purely self-indulgent Oblivion AU with Top Gun characters. This is a companion piece to In My Dreams I See Us Falling, told from Ice's point of view.

In My Dreams I See Us Falling (A Top Gun Oblivion AU)- The first of my Oblivion AU's. If you have seen and enjoyed Tom Cruise's Oblivion, I highly recremond these.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk- A single!parent Maverick fic wherein he is forced to come clean to Ice about having a kid after they've been seeing each other for a while.

Here Lies Iceman's Personal Space- A fluffy domestic fic about Maverick invading Ice's personal space and somehow endearing himself to Ice even more.

Caught In The Headlights- A whumpy hurt/comfort fic featuring parental Icemav and baby Bradley. After Maverick is seriously injured in a car accident, Ice has to contend with the reality that he might be all Bradley has left in the world.

It's (Not) Okay (But It Will Be)- Maverick suffers a life-altering injury during the events of the uranium mission and now he and Ice must learn how to contend with the past and move forward together.

Just Like The Song- Drunk Maverick finds his way to Ice's house in the middle of the night and shenanigans ensue.

Mother Goose Knows Best. - Stranded in the rain after class, Maverick can either walk home or accept a ride from the last person he wants to be stuck in a car with.

The Winner Takes It All (I Don't Wanna Talk)- A sweet, soft, fluffy, domestic one-shot- my first ever Icemav fic. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

(Posted to Tumblr exclusively):

Baby Goose's First Swear Word- The story of how Baby Goose learned his first swear word.

One Day (An Icemav Fic)- Iceman and Maverick always find their way back to one another- even decades later.

Lunch Mix Up- Ice and Baby Goose's lunches get mixed up one day.

How Do I Say Goodbye? - Angsty short one-shot featuring Maverick having to come to terms with losing the closest thing he's ever had to a father.

Multichapters:

Caught In Oblivion- Chapters: 4/6- A full-fledged and fleshed-out Oblivion AU with our beloved Top Gun Characters. Very self-indulgent, but you can read it too. 4/6 chapters.

Icemav Imagines (Open for use if you feel inspired by any of them, just tag me so I can read):

Italian Maverick

Maverick vs the smoke detector's dead batteries-

#icemav #top gun #iceman x maverick #maverick #iceman #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav fic #street sweeper's master list

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jackhues · 2 years ago

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oo could you do an ig edit for your celly? maybe older hughes!sister has a 2/3 year old kid & got to see luke’s debut and the game he scored his 1st goal, and prepping for playoffs tomorrow.

ohh i love this so much!! a little too much, and i kinda got carried away. lowkey wanna make this an au, lmk what y'all think <3

ALSO: picture credits (from the devs and caps game) to @whatashameshespuckedinthehead thank youu <3

peanut's world! au masterlist!

peanut's world! au request rules!

moosey's debut!

peanutsmama:

liked by njdevils, _quinnhughes, elblue_06, and others

peanutsmama: in honour of moose's debut and first goal, pls enjoy this little dump of peanut and luke! (ft. a wild jack)

pinned peanutsmama: jack is only featured here bcz he sat on me and refused to get up until he was added

pinned peanutsmama: also, i wish i had pics of peanut in her devils jersey and enjoying her uncle lukey's debut, but someone (totally not jack) stole my charger before the game and didn't give it back

jackhughes: wowow this is why quinn's the fav older sibling -> peanutsmama: you say that online, but we all know who you run to at the smallest inconvenience -> _quinnhughes: @/yourusername, can't you let me have my moment? -> peanutsmama: no 😝

lhughes06: this just proves i'm peanut's fav uncle, i mean look at her running to me -> trevorzegras: nah she likes me more -> yourusername: actually z, i think she's a little scared of you. you were singing to tswift a little too loud last summer

userone: this is so cute

usertwo: i see two babies in the second pic -> yourusername: no lies spotted

_quinnhughes: congrats moose! (also, peanut was happier with me in vancouver) -> lhughes06: i call bs

elblue_06: oh my babies 💓 -> peanutsmama: love you ma 🤍 -> jackhughes: i love you more -> peanutsmama: get off my post

jackhughes: i guess no one's gonna say congrats to me -> peanutsmama: i thought i told you to get off my post -> _quinnhughes: congrats on being y/n's least fav sibling

peanutsdad: aww my baby ❤️❤️ -> lhughes06: thanks dad, love you too 💓 -> peanutsdad: love you more son -> peanutsmama: you ppl see what i have to deal with🤦‍♀️ -> lhughes06: personally, i see nothing wrong with a son and his dad trying to have a conversation -> peanutsdad: yeah stop hating

userthree: this is literally the cutest family ever and you can't change my mind

userfour: ahh, i bet peanut's so excited for playoffs -> peanutsmama: she can't wait! she has very little understanding of the concept, but knows it's important to her uncles and is refusing to take off her devs jersey -> userfive: omgg that's so cute 🥰 -> peanutsmama: no srsly, she's refusing to take the jersey off even though she spilt her milk. send help pls -> elblue_06: calling you right now

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tags (bcz this pretty much turned into a regular ig edit): @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @svechnikovvv, @hockeyboysarehot , @emptyflowerpots , @mysticaldonkey , @lam-ila , @babydollmarauders , @starjoyyy , @kjohnson-91 , @gavinbrindley, @hischierdevils , @jackhughesily , @panarin10 , @equallyshaw , @power2myheart , @lynnismypseudonym , @beccaiscold , @akengii , @nowandkei , @cinnamonpancakes , @mitchymainer , @lifeofpriya , @marshmallow-babe, @hughesx3 , @emsully2002 , @starsandhughes , @huggy-hischier73 , @doglady5678 , @thatoneblog , @exonct07 @hughesmedicine , @qwanelledingele , @mindless-rock , @ireadthensuetheauthors , @huggy-hischier94 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @diary-of-jj

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starlvenus · 1 year ago

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College au

note this is an unfinished fic I'm decieding to post since I probably wont post that much right now 😞 !! so I hope you guys enjoy this fyi I have no clue how college works --- “With a troubled expression, brow uh contradicted, mouth open. If you take-” Sam's eyes pull away from the older man, taking the opportunity to look around the dark room. Despite there being little to no light, he was just able to see the many faces in the room. His attention shifted towards the figure to his left, scribbling notes, and a jeweled bracelet lying next to them. Its placement piqued his interest momentarily, but quickly dismissed it as irrelevant. Shifting in his seat, his focus returned to the professor. As the class ended, the students quickly packed their bags and left. Sam packed his back away, his gaze lingered on the bracelet still sitting on the desk. He looked around the room for its owner, but there was none. He grabbed the bracelet tucking it in his pocket just in case he came across its owner. He slings the bag over his shoulder, thinking over his timetable. He realises he has a 30-minute break. To make the most of his free time he takes a walk over to the cafe near campus. It didn't take long for him to get to the cafe, the walk being only about 5 minutes. As he walks in, the bell above the door chimes. Some glances are thrown his way but none linger too long. Before he goes up to order, he looks at the menu. He thinks for a moment figuring out what drink he wanted to get. He decides on a coffee with oat milk. Once he receives his drink he takes a seat near the window. He takes the small packet of sugar, ripping it open with his teeth. “Shit..” He mumbles softly, wiping the small bit of sugar he spilt off the table. He pours about half the packet in his coffee, stirring it around. He picks up the cup, avoiding everything else but the handle. Before taking a sip he blows on the coffee. As he drinks it, he looks out the window watching the cars drive past. The world outside moves at a fast pace, a contrast to the calm and steady stillness of the cafe. His gaze sweeps back into the cafe, his eyes land on a familiar sweater, instantly reminded of the bracelet resting in his pocket. In the far corner sits a figure in that same sweater. On their head, large black headphones rest against their curls, random stickers plastered on the sides, head bobbing along to the music.

#supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #castiel #bobby singer #x reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader

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jamneuromain · 1 year ago

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Wishful Thinking Chapter. 10

Andy Barber x You (Reader)

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, age difference, cheating, explicit language, TW: Assault/Attempt murder

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Andy wakes up from his cold, empty bed, slamming his hand over his phone to stop the alarm from beeping like a bomb that is about to go off.

Grabbing the phone over, he can’t help but check whether there are any new messages from you during the past night.

On seeing the red spot on the messaging app, his heart leaps to his throat.

It has been over a week since your shouting match. After that terrible nightmare, Andy has sent you

So the apologizing texts help. He sighs in relief, clicking the app open.

Neil: Hearing is on the day after tomorrow (19th) starts at 10:00 am in Court 5. Third floor to the left in the courthouse.

The heart in his throat hits the bottom of his stomach like a fallen rock from the cliff.

Andy: Thanks man.

So the apologizing texts didn’t help. He curses.

Treading through the deadly silent hallway, Andy reaches his destination – the kitchen, and turns on the coffee machine.

He has three courses today, each lasting roughly two hours. He could use a coffee in the morning.

He makes coffee in the morning almost daily, since he has a busy schedule in all mornings except Wednesdays and weekends, and the first thing to do after he wakes up in the morning (after checking his phone for new emails and messages), is to turn on the coffee machine.

You would join him in the kitchen after the nights you stayed over, mixing a deadly amount of milk and sugar into the bitter coffee, making it sweet and smooth. You sip your light-colored coffee, grinning like the cat got the cream, and jabbing his coffee isn’t “real” coffee because you declared that drinking the bitter sour black stuff he has in his mug is inhumane.

You would share a kiss while making breakfast together. He still remembers your sole option: jam, French toast, fried egg, and you will make all these ingredients into a French toast sandwich if there’s lettuce in his fridge.

Before realizing it, Andy is pouring coffee into two mugs, having milk and sugar ready on the counter.

His hand freezes in mid-air as he realizes it, looking at the second mug.

It is completely unnecessary. Quite a waste too, now that a tea spoon of sugar has melted into the coffee.

Andy lifts the mug to his lips, tasting the bittersweet drink he accidentally made, before dumping the rest of the sweet coffee down the kitchen sink.

Before regretting his decisions again.

He could’ve brought the coffee he made to you, could’ve camouflaged it as a peace offering, could’ve taken the chance and told you he’s sorry-

Yet where could he find you?

Andy huffs out in annoyance, cleaning the mug and the coffee drops he spilt on the counter. He has asked for your course timetable earlier this semester, and unfortunately, your courses were taught in different buildings than his.

Guess all he could do is to wait.

Andy shuffles the printed slides into his suitcase, grabbing his car key and hurrying out of the door.

Every nerve running down his body rejects the idea of “waiting”, yet there’s nothing else better to do at the moment.

Wait it is.

You allow yourself to groan in unison with others as the projector and the microphone that your lecturer uses are broken, and taking nearly ten minutes for some IT guy to try and fix these things didn’t help at all. Professor Rifkin is out of options but making a call to someone, whom you guess is Professor Klein, asking for a new classroom that could function properly.

“Let’s go, people, our new classroom is in Sackson House Room 104.” Professor Rifkin gestures to the whole class, which consists of about 50 students in total, packing up her things, and heading out.

“Hope we won’t get to meet that whacko lady.” Your barely-friend Fiona pokes your waist with her finger, making you jump.

As a result, your thigh hits the edge of the table hard.

“Shit!” You curse, covering your palm over your thigh.

It is going to bruise.

“Oh shit!” Fiona lets out a small chuckle, almost all her teeth baring, “I didn’t know you’re that sensitive.”

You didn’t bother answering. Didn’t bother glaring. You have made enough bad decisions in your life to understand not to go down with the sinking ship – for example, your meaningless friendship with Fiona and her shenanigans.

“Hey Y/N!”

You swing your backpack over your shoulders, not looking back.

“Y/N, wait!” Fiona calls again, “Don’t be so petty-”

She can kiss your ass.

You leave the classroom without another word.

An idea hits you when you are looking for the perfect seat in this classroom.

Room 104 is the place where Andy had his Creative Writing lecture last semester.

When you were scoffing at his iron fist controlling the class and found out that he maybe-kinda-perhaps like your works.

Looking back at the eventful past few months, you sigh, hoping that you were in some kind of rom-com movie and that justice will dawn upon Andy. Having him break an arm or step into a mud pod.

As of Laurie. You weren’t besties with her, to begin with, but you sincerely wish that she would focus on her husband instead of you, even though you were not entirely innocent in this whole charade.

Biting the end of your fountain pen, you try to shake your head and leave those thoughts alone. Andy is past tense now. You tell yourself. There’s no need to be soft or have mercy, even if he sends those apologies almost daily.

It is not long before the bell rings and the class dismiss.

Considering the options for lunch, you hesitate between cooking something decent or make-do before heading to the groceries this afternoon. Dwindling in thoughts, stepping out of the building with dozens of students at the same time, the corner of your eyes didn’t catch a glimpse of a deranged woman running towards you, fast.

A brunette in a brown cardigan. Her hair wild, cardigan has dirt and mud all over, pupils dilated.

Laurie.

“Cheat! Cheater!” She shrieks, when she spots you among all these students, pulling something out of her dusty handbag, causing a few students to either duck or scream.

“Knife!” “She has a knife!” “Someone call the cops!”

A faint murmur grows louder, and louder, until everyone in the vicinity of Sackson House, including you, realizes there’s a lunatic carrying a knife.

“RUN!” A girl screams. So does everybody. So do you.

“Cheater!” Laurie shouts, waving her knife, pushing a few students out of her way.

She’s coming to kill you.

Your heart skips a beat in all the thudding noises it makes. Your eyes witness Laurie running in a firm direction – you, and you are too scared to move a muscle.

As if having learnt teleportation, Laurie moves way too fast for a woman with heels, closing in every heartbeat.

Karma has got you.

“Laurie!” Someone yells with his booming voice, “What the fuck-”

Your ears ringing. thighs buckling. You kneel on the ground, covering your head with your arms.

The expected pain did not arrive.

Some warm drops of water did.

With a loud “Clang” that almost makes you jump, the sharp kitchen knife that Laurie waved around is thrown onto the ground, a few inches away from your feet.

Campus security has tackled Laurie onto the ground as well. She is still shouting “cheater”, struggling, but aiming at someone to her right, someone-

Someone she hurt. The redness dripping from the kitchen knife, the water on the back of your hand, the crimson splattered on the ground-

Blood.

A contorted scream wrangles itself from the column of your throat, as the smell of salty rust of blood hits your nose.

Someone she hurt, someone who is wounded, someone who got stabbed by the knife, who is clutching their arm, with blood leaking through their fingers-

Andy.

Everything else is a blur.

By the time you regain your senses, you are sitting at the back of a firetruck, like a few other girls, with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a police officer standing in front of you, taking notes on her pad.

“What’s your name, Ma’am?” After questioning the others, she finally comes to you, flipping a new page on her notepad.

You state your name with a shaky voice.

“Okay, Y/N. Do you mind telling me the whole thing? Starting from the beginning.”

The first intuition of your mind is to tell the story of your relationship, starting from the beginning, when Andy taught your class and everything that happened afterwards.

But your instinct forbids you from telling this officer everything. Even in your incoherent state of mind, you know that the best-case scenario after telling her about your affair, might list you on top of suspects, that you provoked Laurie in some way, resulting in her trying to murder you.

Your dull expression must have triggered something, for the officer softens her voice and rephrases her question: “Don’t worry, Y/N. It is just a formality. Now, why are you here, near Sackson House at 11:52?”

That.

That you can answer.

“I … um, we were supposed to have the class, Research Development Seminar, in the Kraig Building, but the electronic stuff broke down and… we moved to Sackson House to continue the course…”

“11:52, that’s around the time your course started? Or finished?”

“Finished.” You let out a short exhale, “I was heading out of this place when someone screamed ‘knife’ and I … They pushed and shoved, and I followed them out- ”

“Them? Whom do you mean by ‘them’?” A sharp look comes from the officer’s expression.

“Students, I guess. A lot of them, I think.” You answer in a small voice.

“What happened next?” The officer takes some more notes on her pad.

“I think… I tripped. There was this crazy lady waving her knife – Is An- Professor Barber alright?”

Andy. He was bleeding. The ambulance came and took him away. Was there paramedic? Or …

“You know the victim?” The officer must have sensed your nervousness, for she manages a smile on her face, “It’s just routine. Professor Barber is taken to the E.R. to get stitched up. It’s a small cut on his arm, he’ll be alright – You said ‘Professor Barber’, does that mean you know him?”

“Yeah – Yeah, I know him. He taught us a course last semester.”

“Do you know the attacker? The woman with the knife?”

It sounds routine, but you can’t help but doubt whether the officer knows about the affair. Despite being uncertain, you choose to lie rather than to tell the full truth, “I think … Professor Barber yelled ‘Laurie’? Or Laurel? I’ve never seen her around before.”

The officer casts a skeptical look, as if having seen through your half-truth, “Anything else? Anything unusual or you want to tell me?” To which you reply with a faint shake of the head.

“Call me if you remember anything.” She pulls a card with her number and name printed on it, handing it to you, “Good day, Ma’am.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hesitate for a second, but these words come out of your mouth.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“I was wondering which hospital is Professor Barber being taken to?”

Tag List: @geminiflanagansblog @wintasssoldier @sapphire-rogers @nouk1998 @sarahdonald87 @charmed-asylum

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #defending jacob #professor andy barber #student reader #dancing in the daydream #wishful thinking #andy barber fluff #andy barber angst

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cokalee · 8 months ago

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Your warmth in midwinter

#oc #there goes my art tag #ocs #oc willow #oc oliver #spilt milk au #original characters #original story #original art #oliver and willow pre and post break up!!!

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months ago

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Hey, y'all know those aus with an imposter or a bully who is favored by the yans, only for Reader to be neglected or turned on by everyone? Yeah. So... let's try it out:

Reader Readerson is your average ordinary everyday teen, except they're a mutant (and were heavily bullied as a child). They finally seem to make friends at Bayville, people like them, and they feel better about thrnself for the first time in years! Except... well, then Darlyn Darling shows up, and somehow makes their life a living H*ll (again).

Everyone falls for their ruse. How Reader isn't nice to them, how Reader isn't as smart or funny or kind as they are, how Reader is jealous of them, how Reader doesn't deserve the yans, how Reader is desperate and greedy...

And Reader feels their heart break all over again...

Because all of their friends, their new family, the only true friends they'd ever had... abandon them...

And it hurts. It hurts so, so bad...

Reader stops eating after awhile. They can't keep food down, they're barely able to eat a granola bar for snack, they skip lunch or if they eat it, they throw it up in the bathroom. They're growing leaner, their skin is too pale and ashen to be healthy, their hair is a mess, and they shiver in 70 degree weather...

It comes to a head when during P.E., after running and trying to stay in the game they end up playing, Reader wobbles for a minute... and then collapses. The students panic, and a few try to get Reader to respond, to get up, but Reader is barely aware...

Reader ends up at the hospital for a week, and then they're being watched like a hawk by some of the human students, who are now seeing the side effects of bullying, eating disorders, and depression, and now everyone is trying to be nicer, and figure out who did this to Reader...

Meanwhile, some of the yans are starting to keep a sharper eye on Darlyn, as they are acting... strange. And with their classmates on their backs about what happened between then and Reader, well... a few start to realize it has something to do with Darlyn... and they aren't pleased...

(This au could also be known as: Reader in the Mutant Version of a Batfamily Fic, or The One AU Where Duncan Matthew's isn't the biggest jerk, or How Reader Had A Mortal Nemesis In Skinny Jeans...) (But back to it, yeah... let's just say Darlyn is not going to survive this au, and their death freaks Reader out...)

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @danniloversugar I'd love to discuss this au if y'all want! Tell me, what do y'all think of it?

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #💔Spilt Milk🥛 AU

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streamdotpng · 2 years ago

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She's the Man AU

So does Wednesday know about how Enid can't wolf out?

Something similar to the balcony scene in canon but just them maybe on a dorm rooftop or something

"whom'st- oh its Wednesday," enid notes, leaning over to see the her biology partner grasping at a cello. With a heave, she pulled herself over the railing and slid down the tiles until she was right at the tip of the roof above the shorter girl.

"You're the one playing the music?" she wonders, an amazed look on her face.

Wednesday looks like she was contemplating throwing the stick thingy that's used to play to Enid's face or talk. Luckily for the werewolf, she chose the second option.

"Yes, i spend my time practicing," Wednesday answers before a sharp howl pierces in between them. Her brows furrow just a tad, was she wondering something? "How about you, Edwin? What are you doing on a roof of all things?"

An "ah," escapes Enid's lips as she tried to get comfy on the slanted surface. It was a bit hard, considering that she had to dig her claws into it but she somehow manages to not topple over as she thought on what to say. "Wanted some fresh air," she settles on saying.

Wednesday should've taken it like that, dropped the conversation like she should. But something stopped her, a curiosity you can call it.

"why aren't you wolfing out?"

Edwin stopped his shifting and she watches as he swings his feet above her. "Can't," is his answer.

"does that bother you?"

"Nope."

Wednesday blinks. Werewolves are prideful, them shifting is a sign of their prowess. "Why not?"

"No use crying over spilt milk," is Edwin's callous answer and Wednesday can respect that but she felt like she should say something. Her time in Nevermore made her aware of how sensitive some people can be.

Edwin isn't bad company. Their time working together the past few days provided evidence that he was adequate to spend time with in their forced proximity. There was no harm in.. mentioning something.

"There is no shame in grieving for what could've happened," Wednesday states. "I too have once done so and i've vowed to never go through that again."

Edwin's legs pause. "There is no shame in expressing yourself in such ways, Wednesday."

Wednesday breathes, not at all expecting to hear parts of her words. "Are you taking examples from me now?"

"I have a smart partner, you can't blame me for taking inspiration."

"Flattery will do you no favors."

Edwin's legs get pulled back and Wednesday watches as his head pops out instead, there's a wetness in his eyes and yet there's a grin pulling at his face.

"who said it was flattery? I'm speaking facts 'Day," he chirps.

Wednesday looks away. "Cease the tarnishing of my name, Sinclair."

"Sinclair!?" he crows and she didn't need to look to see that fake look of hurt.

Yes, Edwin isn't bad company at all.

#she's the man au #wenclair #writing

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hoodies-n-cola · 1 year ago

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@eddtober 2023 - Day 13: Unlucky!

He's trying so hard not to cry over spilt milk u,u

(Slasher AU belongs to @cola-losers)

#eddsworld #my art #ew eduardo #eddtober #eddtober 2023 #day thirteen #slasher au

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phanfictioncatalogue · 7 months ago

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Fic Titles W/ Beverages Masterlist

Bacon McDouble with a Pepsi (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: in a world in which the first words your soulmate says to you are inscribed upon your wrist, dan finds a mcdonald’s order on his arm

Bags Under My Eyes And Coffee In My Hands - andystanberg

Summary: Phil works at a 24/7 Starbucks and Dan just can’t get any sleep.

Been Thinking About You a Latte (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)

Cafe Latte (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne)

Summary: Phil’s always been that awkward boy who never quite belonged, and when he runs off to University, that doesn’t really change; he’s still that weird boy who continuously finds himself being bullied, even as the barista behind the counter. Until Dan comes along

Cake and Coffee (ao3) - swagityswag

Summary: Phil was the kind of person to get bored often, Dan and his little coffee shop helps.

Coffee At Midnight (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: A recent trauma has lead Phil to embrace a ‘try new things’ approach to his life. One of those new things is learning how to swim, and Dan is the lifeguard who’s going to teach him.

Coffee Shops and Cute Baristas - amazignphil

Summary: Coffee Shop AU with a blushy Phil and fanboy Dan.

Diet Soda Society - phanlight

Summary: dan is a lonely philosophy teacher who just needs to vent his thoughts, but not everyone understands.

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Phil comes back from the doctors after finding out he’s lactose intolerant, which is hard for him to come to terms with.

Driving in the Espresso Lane (ao3) - soft_lester

Summary: Phil accidentally had too much caffeine, so he and Dan stay up playing Mario Kart.

green tea and cherry blossoms (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Japan is lovely in the spring...

Hippo Milk Is Actually Pink (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: In Which Dan Is Drunk, Phil Is Also Drunk, They Hook Up, And Things Just Kind Of Go From There.

hot chocolate and marshmallows (ao3) - lilyxxxooo

Summary: A package arrives for them and Dan doesn’t know how to help. (based off Cornelia’s story of the mince pies Mrs. Lester made)

Hot Chocolate Can't Keep Me As Warm As You Do (ao3) - rainbowliguori (frickyeahfezco)

Summary: A Dan and Phil snow day leads to a heartfelt love confession. Excessive fluff.

I Like You a Latte (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Coffee Shop AU based off a tumblr post that I will link at the end bc spoliers.

lemonade sweet (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil are moving out

Make Me Espresso Many Feelings (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan doesn’t like being a barista. The pay’s bad, the work’s boring and his co-workers acts like the proverbial devil sometimes. The only good thing about it is the really cute hipster that comes by sometimes.

Midnight Milkshakes (ao3) - thelandofphan

Summary: “Well, this is a different first date,” Dan initiated as they began to follow the sodden pathway ahead, “I turned up late, looking like a tramp then we ditched the original plan and now I’ve stolen your beanie when we’ve only just met. Sorry.” He concluded, sucking his lip nervously, peering towards Phil.

milkshakes and window art (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan works at a diner and there's one boy who always is at the diner who he can't get his mind off

Morning Tea (for you) (ao3) - FangirlOfMany57

Summary: A simple act of love can surpass the big things out there - it could be as simple as Tea.

Pineapple Juice (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Phil teaches Dan how to give a blowjob.

Raspberry Vodka (ao3) - dansleftboob

Summary: Teen!Phan try raspberry vodka and anal sex for the first time.

Share A Coke - nebulous-frog

Summary: Dan and Phil wouldn’t necessarily go so far as to say that Coca-Cola brought them together, but they couldn’t deny the significant part it played in their first meeting…

Shut Up & Drink Your Diet Soda (ao3) - lightweeds

Summary: Dan misses Phil, and ends up at his party.

Spearmint & Espresso (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: Scents (and cuddles) can be healing

Tea Leaves (ao3) - lowlights (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan and Phil have always been the best of friends. Recently, however, Dan's started to develop feelings for the other boy.

to coffee or not to coffee (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan doesn’t like coffee, phil works in a coffee shop. cue some awful attempts at flirting and some first dates

vodka kisses (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "Danny, you know what we should do?" Phil asked almost shamelessly, and Dan swore that sentence broke the intimacy but he held in a laugh. "It won't be the first time, so there's nothing to be scared of."

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #drinks #drinks masterlist #fictitles #fictitles masterlist #food

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fantomefawn · 10 months ago

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Barely Tolerable ch.2

Take 2… apparently… I posted this yesterday but it’s being marked as m a t u r e?? For some reason this is literally a chaste little pride and prejudice harringrove au??? Anyway so I don’t believe too many people can see the original post. So we try again.

Whatever anyway sorry it’s taken so long I had just written 19 pages of a first draft for another chapter since I wanted to be further ahead with writing vs posting? (This is on ao3 as well btw) anyway 19 pages and then my doc force quit and when it recovered it had only save 2 pages so I had to rewrite the whole draft. It sucked. But like no use in crying over spilt milk. Re wrote it. Im good.

Many way chapter 2 wherein the Harringtons meet Ms. Cunningham and Co.

Please tell me your thoughts on my choice of characters. I’m so curious.

By all means let me think who else you think for cast in certain roles

It was nearly immediately that once the party has crossed the room onto the other end that the music was restarted, and dancing resumed. The new grouping standing away to look over the rest of the assembly, lording over them and looking down on them like they were peons.

“Oh, Robert Harrington, you must introduce her to the children!” Natalie had broken out of her own awe very quickly realizing that there were other guardians ready to circle Ms. Cunningham like sharks to a blood filled ocean, “It is the perfect time, let us be quick!”

Mr. Harrington’s face fell out of good humor rather quickly whilst Nancy puffed up in a preen not unlike a painted peacock her brother had called the others. Her being the closest to her parents physically she felt this might be her chance to be first introduced to Ms. Cunningham and her party, sure that she would for once be seen as the superior sibling she was, as she would finally be given the chance and the position to prove it.

Steve himself had Robin’s hand caught in his own grinning as he addressed his suddenly bashful sister, “Smile. Smile toward Ms. Cunningham. Smile”

Robin did her best and gave a beatific smile toward that end of the room where Ms. Cunningham and company were gathered. Her friend and siblings were looking fairly derisively over all of them.

It would be difficult to capture her attention in the pandemonium, but he wanted her to try, for some reason he was sure this would be her great love.

There was no one in the world he wanted such a love for the way he longed for Robin to find it. It pained him to admit how worried he was for her. He was well aware what the entailment in their family line for them meant and with her being the eldest and prettiest meant she was the one in the unlucky position to have all the pressure and burden on saving them all when their father inevitably passed. In his heart of hearts, he knew she would fulfill it honorably.

There was no one better than Robin.

He loved her so much he swore their souls were twins, and pieces of them belonged to each other, broken off at birth and floating away to fit into each other.

There was no one better than Robin.

It was not an opinion but a point of fact for him. He felt lucky because even if she was less dramatic about it, he knew she held him in the same regard.

There bond was undying, and the thought of Robin miserable because of the situation created by the entailment and hindered further by their parents was horrible and too much to bear.

Steve was lucky in that he was young enough that there wasn’t as much pressure on him and being so sure in his sister’s inevitable good fate to be both happy and successful in her mating meant he did not worry much about his own. He was sure somehow that he’d be taken care of if no love came his way.

He was determined to believe however that love would come aggressively looking for his prized soul mated sister. He was also rather hopeful it would be the Alpha Ms. Cunningham for whom even now he was only hearing good things about. The party had barely begun and before there could even be introductions, they were receiving word of her party and their personhood.

The Harrington siblings were particularly good at gathering information as they were perhaps the best liked family, thanks mostly to to Steve and Robin as well as their standing in the town being the wealthiest family prior to the arrival of Ms. Cunningham and her crew.

First impressions amongst everyone were quickly formed.

Ms. Cunningham as it turned out was good looking and gentlewoman-like. She was pleasant and possessed a cheerful demeanor and came across as having an easy temperament and an unaffected quality. Her strawberry blonde hair was a source for jealousy amongst the rest of those in attendance, she had dark blue eyes that held a certain cheer and a winning smile that endeared people to her. She was friendly and kind and lacked any pretension that was found amongst the company she kept.

Her siblings were elegant and clearly were into the latest fashions, which while beautiful stuck out poorly in the room and while some envied them, many did think them a bit gauche and altogether too much.

Both of her siblings were clearly older than her. The oldest being the Omega, the age difference a fair margin. She was brunette and petite with large eyes and and her smile could best be described as fake.

The middle sibling was a Beta boy with messy dark hair and a shock of freckles that galavanted across his face, his smile was shark like in manner. He was a person out for for blood. Whose blood they couldn’t quite tell.

Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Perkins was a beta that looked like a gentlewoman but was decidedly not one and was lacking a certain sophistication the rest of the room expected. Her hair was more dramatically red than the Alpha and she was smaller than even the Omega sibling, Miss Cunningham.

Outside of Ms. Cunningham herself it was her friend Mr. Hargrove who gave the greatest stir amongst the lot of them.

He was perhaps an inch shorter than Steve based on the gossip, though that was hard to tell since Steve’s brown locks had buoyancy and natural inclination towards blatantly ignoring the concept of gravity it could be said it gave him some additional height. His blue eyes were piercing, and he was as pretty as Omegas were taught that they ought to be, regardless of his unimpressed demeanor. His dark gold locks were long and had a slight wave to them, they looked soft and gentle where his facial expressions suggested otherwise. His features, though set in a fashion exuding his designation, would have had everyone questioning his designation with the delicate beauty of them, but his build was give away to his designation. He was firm and even well covered by clothing it was clear his body was thickly built and stocky. Impressively muscled most likely. No slightness in sight. He was a standard of Alpha male beauty in that regard.

Slowly it was filtered around through the room that this high standing fashionable man had 10,000 a year.

If this number, that ran through the room was correct it placed him in the top one hundred wealthiest people in the country at the very least all without knowing anything else about his lands and holdings. Mr. Hargrove was immediately a more sought-after catch for the Mama’s and Papa’s of the town than Ms. Cunningham.

Every Alpha promptly pronounced him to be a refined man and all the Omegas and Betas declared him far more handsome than even the waifish elven like Alpha that was Ms. Cunningham.

This thought process lasted approximately half the evening before it had started to turn.

While Jonathan and Steve were still urging Robin to lure Ms. Cunningham in mentally with sweet smiles, that they hoped she would eventually see, Natalie Harrington decided she would not take it to chance and had made way to gather her two eldest and herd them over toward the Alpha of Cherry Lane.

The introduction would be made even if she had to force it because her husband would not bend as quickly as she wanted.

Steve and Robin gave each other looks but followed their mother dutifully. Steve had glanced around trying to find sight of his father, hoping that the man would rescue them by curtailing their mother’s less than perfect manners and what the repercussions of them would mean for Robin.

Thankfully, Steve could relax his stance a little when he saw his father, mouth drawn down in annoyance pulling along a sullen Nancy.

Her scent was strong and sour with upset like the grass and petitgrain finish of her natural scent had gone rancid, substantial enough he wondered if she had her tea that day. It seemed unlikely that she wouldn’t have drunk it but he knew Nancy was prone to aggressively strong emotions that could and would break through over even the strongest of brews.

She also didn’t care much to self-regulate her scent as she ought to. She was old enough to know better but it really was her only act of defiance. Steve often wondered sometimes if she just lacked a mind body connection since she willingly let her embarrassment steep the air when it happened. It was a skill one learned over time but generally by fifteen one had it under control and Omegas were typically learned by twelve lest it be unseemly.

Teas were always an added precaution and considered important for chaste Omegas of proper breeding and good standing. Only a little of your natural scent should be accounted for especially in mixed company unless properly mated. He felt she should be more careful and considerate of it since he was sure this was where Angela got this nasty habit of throwing out her scent. Steve raised his eyebrows at her, a suggestion she needed to take notice of how much she was projecting and perhaps a way of asking her if she could stop. It was unlikely to work. Nancy did so love attention, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Nancy sneered at him, and he rolled his eyes not willing to deal with it and faced forward again, following like a duckling behind his mother and older sister and she came to halt in front of a smiling Ms. Cunningham and her coterie. He could smell Nancy and his father coming to round them out. Robin did a quick glance at Steve; her smile having gone brittle for a moment over the smell of their little sister before rounding quickly back to perfect at their full stop. Jonathan had looped his arm through Steve’s for moral support knowing full well this was mostly for Robin’s benefit but knowing his dearest friend would always worry most for his older sister. Robin’s face has smoothed over in the upset, wondering what was wrong with Nancy and also just knowing the awkward position they were in had pushed her into her more reserved tendencies.

Mrs. Harrington grinned at everyone in front of her, her smile making her look younger than she was and giving way to show what a sight she had been in her younger years. She gave a look at Sir James before glancing back and grabbing Nancy’s hand and pulling her closer to her and her siblings, squeezing tightly letting her know she needed to get herself together immediately and she would not take any disobedience. The scent rapidly smoothed out and softened as Mrs. Harrington faced them all once more.

Sir James knew his queue, “Ms. Cunningham, this is my eldest child Master Jonathan Hopper who you already know,” he smiled at his son and made a hand motion toward him, “This is Mrs. Harrington, Ms. Robin Harrington, Steven and Nancy Harrington.”

Each of the siblings made half bows in the direction of Ms. Cunningham at the mention of their names.

“It is a pleasure, that is true, and I have two other children, but they are dancing currently so you must excuse them for not being here for introduction.”

Ms. Cunningham was all smiles as she looked over the brood, it was very exciting to lay eyes on the Harrington siblings finally.

“I am delighted to make your acquaintance.” She was positively beaming at them, though her eyes had definitely wondered to Robin, she was enchanted by the family so quickly and so thoroughly that she was entirely unaware of her dearest friend looking like stone statue of disapproval and her elder sister looking absolutely shocked and appalled at her statement.

Sir James cut in once more, “May I introduce Mr. Hargrove of Lenora in California.” Steve bit his lip as they all bowed once more for Mr. Hargrove. His eyes were set on the floor as was proper, so he missed out on all that Jonathan was observing; Ms. Cunningham’s eyes were on his sister and Mr. Hargrove’s body was being slightly more directed toward Steve, something even the Alpha himself seem unaware of. He wasn’t looking at Steve, but the rest of his body had twisted to mirror him.

Had it not been for Ms. Cunningham and Robin looking so starstruck at each other the silent awkwardness that took over the rest of them would have been unbearable.

Thankfully the music coming to a close signaling the end of that particular dance coming to an end came upon them. The ensuing claps meant that most knew it was time to continue milling about. With a look from his mother and a hand squeeze from his father, he knew even without those silent messages he would be playing dutiful chaperone for his sister as the rest of the party left to mill about with others.

Robin’s freckled face was set in a sun beam smile as she gazed Ms. Cunningham, “How do you like it here in Hawkins, Ms. Cunningham?”

“Oh, very much.” Steve watched them ping pong back and forth with amusement his smile growing as her heard the breathy quality Ms. Cunningham’s voice had taken in response to Robin. He was worried they would all die there still smiling at each other with the way this was going.

“The Library at Cherry Lane, I’ve heard is one of the finest in the country,” Steve played with his hands as he opted to progress the conversation for the young, hopefully future couple, directing this statement at Ms. Cunningham.

“Yes, I fear it fills me with guilt,” Steve’s face started to fall thinking he’d perhaps misstepped, but the strawberry blonde Alpha was still all smiles, “I’m not a very good reader, you see. I prefer being outdoors.”

The Alphas face blanched a little as she looked directly at Robin.

“Oh, I can read, of course,” Robin’s smile grew more enchanted by Ms. Cunningham’s lack of grace and nerves, “And I am not suggesting you can’t read outdoors, of course.” Her nerves seemed to grow not lessen and her eyes grew bigger, clearly hoping the ground would swallow her up.

Robin was happy to put out her misery like gentle water to fire.

“I wish I read more, but there always seems to be so many other things to do.”

Chrissy Cunningham’s eyes scrunched with how big her relieved smile grew.

“Yes! Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.” Steve tuned out of the conversation a little just to give the couple a little space now that it seemed there was no real awkwardness to be found. He found his eyes wondering and noticed Mr. Hargrove and Ms. Karen Cunningham standing near them, the older omega clearly trying to entertain and entice the younger Alpha. He could hear her speaking to him if he tried heard enough.

“We are a long way from Starcourt Square, are we not Mr. Hargrove?”

That Alpha it seemed was not paying her the slightest bit of mind, his attentions were clearly in trying to surreptitiously spy on Ms. Cunningham and Robin’s conversation.

Steve hoped he was not set on trying to go after Robin, he really like Christine Cunningham, the Alpha was potentially just lovely enough to be worthy of breathing the same air as Robin, which was not something he thought often.

Steve’s attention was quickly drawn elsewhere by the squeals of his two youngest siblings, loud excited and unabashed. He turned his head to look at them, feeling in equal measure fond and annoyed at their lack of propriety.

There was a measure of unending chatter all around them so he was unable to tell what they could possibly be saying.

Angela had been clearly looking for their mother, Dustin following suite in equal excitement. She quickly jumped up and down when she had caught sight of her, Nancy and their father. Bypassing the other two without any care they went straight to their mother jumping up and down like eager puppies.

“Mama! Mama,” Angela grasped Natalie’s arm still jumping up and down in glee swinging their mother in a circle, “You won’t believe what we’ve just heard! I promise you won’t possibly believe what we are about to tell you!”

Angela and Dustin were so excited and focused solely on their mother that they either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the look of extreme derision sent their way by Nancy.

“Tell me quickly my little loves.” Natalie was all affection toward her youngest two.

“She’s going to take the veil,” said their father teasingly but no one paid him any mind.

“The regiments are coming!” This was said in perfectly squealed unison and their mother dropped her mouth in shock.

“Officers!” She held her children’s hands in her own, more excited than even they were.

“They’re to be stationed here the whole winter,” Dustin was speaking quickly a habit he always reverted to when in moments of intense excitement. Angela took to fanning herself with her hands in a dramatic show of her enthusiasm, “Stationed in the village just there!”

Natalie was nodding and murmuring the word officers under her breath all eagerness at the idea of more Alphas for her children to be with and for her to look at.

Angela spun quickly her bright blonde ringlets catching the air as she took her brother’s hand so they could jump and swing in circles together his own natural curls bobbing with the exertion.

“As far as the eye can see,” she spoke loudly, “we shall be surrounded by Officers!”

Mr. Harrington nearly jumped in surprise as he felt his wife’s hand attack his arm in quick slapping motions.

“Look,” she spoke gleefully, “Robin is dancing with Ms. Cunningham! Mr. Harrington are you paying attention to your wife? I am telling you that Robin is dancing with Ms. Cunningham!” When he looked over, he did indeed see that Robin was in a group dance with Ms. Cunningham as her partner.

His eldest was beaming out amongst the crowd, her light brown hair was was pinned back and he was impressed at the picture they made. Typically, Robin was considered fairly tall for a female Omega reaching 5’8 and somehow Ms. Cunningham was still a few inches taller than her which didn’t often happen with female Alphas of which there had been many. Robert had disliked how many had shown Robin admiration early on. Robin didn’t often get to feel small, not that his eldest needed to, she was strong minded and forward thinking just like Steve.

Still, it was lovely to see the Alpha look off to the side instead of facing forward as the dance called for just to stare down slightly at his daughter with awe. The Alpha was Steve’s height based on the difference between her and Robin and from what he could ascertain during their brief family introduction.

He was utterly amused over the fact that the Alpha nearly bungled the dance being stuck so enamored by his child. The fondness overtook his chest, and he couldn’t bear to watch it anymore lest his heart grow so big his body couldn’t contain it.

He blinked his eyes away hopping around the room looking over at everyone, he watched as Sir James was entrapping the new fashionable Beta couple in conversation. From where he was standing, he could make out the mischief in the man’s eyes and their own desperation to leave. This trait they shared was what made the friendship between Sir James and himself unbreakable. They were both of a certain level of discernment. Sir James was somehow more people oriented than himself, but that was the biggest between them as he saw it.

He continued over the room coming to observe the newest shiny Alpha standing around unsociable with his own eyes looking over the crowd, while the older Omega stood near him trying in vain to gain his affections and attentions. He almost felt sorry for her, but she seemed to be the type to look down on everyone in the room. He wondered how she could possibly be Ms. Cunningham’s sister, from what he could tell Christine was of impeccable character. Still while he couldn’t say there was much to recommend the company she kept; he also couldn’t bring himself to care much about them to continue thinking about them.

With that he let his eyes continue to drift until he came across Steve, a smile overtook his face as he saw him walking with Jon toward the punch bowl, both their faces smiling and laughing as they spoke, though he could see Steve’s gaze wondering over to Robin every so often to check on her.

Steve was sitting beneath in a small alcove with Jonathan as they watched all the couples dancing around, only in partial view of everyone. Steve was well aware of the ratio of Alphas, Betas and Omegas in the room and couldn’t bring himself to mind sitting out for a few dances.

From where he was, he could see that Robin was engaged with a Beta friend in a dance, while Ms. Cunningham after their first dance had been the loveliest social butterfly, ingratiating herself with the town.

“Jon, did you see how she admired Robin?” Steve was flush with ease and joy, while he was normally calm Jon could confidently say he’d never see his friend quite so pleased and near shaking from it.

“I did! Did you see the older omega who won’t leave Mr. Hargrove an inch to breathe?” Steve hummed not much care in it. The man while handsome was not his interest at this time. He was far more invested in the potential love match for his soulmate.

“No, I can’t say that I have. I’ve been a bit distracted,” Steve was a bit sheepish knowing that he was taking away from the conversation with his friend being unable to add to the gossip, so he straightened up determined to be a better friend to his dearest friend in the whole town, “Tell me everything I’ve been too remiss to notice. I promise you have my full attention.”

Jonathan squinted and hummed at him, his little nose raising into the air in faux distrust.

“I don’t know Steven; it seems you perhaps don’t wish to gossip with me” Steve laughed brightly at the teasing as he watched his friend turn his chin up in mock upset.

“Forgive me! Oh! great master of gossip, I beg for mercy at your altar,” he gave pleading hands toward his friend a winning smile plastered on, “I have disrespected the God of earthly knowledge, and I must repent.”

Jon barked out a laugh at his friend's theatrics.

“Fine, fine. I will tell you everything. Because I am a good friend and a good person, and I am willing to overlook and accept your penance since you are so endearing in your unending love for your sister.”

“Thank you! You are a benevolent God, and I shall remember to let the others know when they enter your holy place that they have chosen correctly on who to worship as you are a generous God.”

“Well Steven, let me fill you in on the latest party of people in attendance,” Steve wiggled in his seat a little showing he was prepped to pay attention and nodded for Jon to continue as he took a sip of his punch, “The newest Alpha is nearly a scandal.”

“Oh my. Already! How so?”

“Well, he certainly isn’t keen to make any friends,” Steve just raised a brow, “He has danced with only his own party, just three times in total. Once with Karen Cunningham, once with Tommy Perkins and once with Carol Perkins. He accomplished all three dances in a quick succession and will not dance further. He’s refused introductions with any other Omega or Beta in the room and has thus far only spent time walking around in a cloud of judgement, speaking only to his own friends when he occasionally runs into them.”

“My word, how do you have time to learn and observe so quickly? Actually, before you tell me your secrets, please take note that I was correct about him owning the miserable half of California.”

“It’s a gift and a curse I will tell you. Seriously though Stevie, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how handsome he is. It’s a waste how much an Alpha so handsome and able has been so lacking thus far. I know there is still time left. Perhaps he is shy, but it is so hard not to compare him to Ms. Cunningham who has been extremely lovely to everyone.”

Steve nodded at Jon agreeing with all of his points but again while in some respects part of him longed to be seen by that very handsome Alpha the majority of him couldn’t bring himself to give much care toward the Alpha from whom he’d not seen much in the way of manners.

“He is handsome to be sure, possibly the most handsome Alpha I’ve seen yet but that doesn’t mean much when I don’t know if I can respect him,” he shrugged at Jon who looked at him incredulously, “What else have you learned about his party?”

Jon shook his head in disbelief at Steve’s seemingly uninterested take on Mr. Hargrove but forgave it for him simply being too invested in everything Robin and Ms. Cunningham.

“Well, not much to be said about the Betas yet, they haven’t caught my interest enough, but they do come across rather snobbish,” Steve nodded back with a smirk. The whole party minus Ms. Cunningham seemed rather snobbish, “I think the most interesting person maybe Karen Cunningham.”

Steve gave Jon a quizzical look. He didn’t understand what was so interesting about such discourteous pompous people.

“Honestly Steve, you ought to be more invested. If Ms. Cunningham turns out to be half as lovely as everyone thinks and gives into your hopes and desires and marries Robin these people will be your family and considering how close you two are and how close they are it seems likely your paths will cross quite a bit.”

Steve’s mouth gave a moue of dislike.

“Oh, I didn’t need to think about that. How awful. Okay, give me the whole lay of land. They are now all of them intriguing. Including those married Betas and her darling dearest friend Mr. Hargrove. Now what makes Ms. Karen Cunningham so especially intriguing?” Steve straightened up to show he was paying much closer attention and that he was very invested in the conversation. Jon smirked at his show.

“Well—” Suddenly Steve was squeezing his friend's hand tightly, big brown eyes wide as saucers going from Jon’s eyes to Mr. Hargrove and Ms. Cunningham who were walking near to them, in a conversation together. Jon went silent and gave his own wide eyes back to him in quick agreement that they needed to know what was being said and anything else could wait. They quickly pretended to still be in conversation.

Ms. Cunningham was all smiles at her best friend, “I have never seen so many pretty Omegas in my life! Really Billy, you should join the dances yourself. Really you must! I hate to see you standing around by yourself so stupidly. I am serious you simply must dance.”

Steve and Jon squeezed each other’s hand excitedly knowing she had been talking about Robin when mentioning the pretty Omegas. They watched the duo from their place in the alcove grateful they had a good vantage point while the other pair did not have as good of one. It was for naught because it was clear that Ms. Cunningham knew they were there and attempted to wave at them, but Steve and Jon gave a good show of looking engaged with themselves and their conversation after a brief wave. They gave each other a look to suggest they needed to be subtle.

They saw Mr. Hargrove scoff without looking at his cheery strawberry blonde friend.

“I certainly shall not. Chrissy, you were dancing with the only handsome Omega in the room. I will not dance. You know very well I find no pleasure in it when I don’t know my partner very well. At and even such as this… it would be more than can be endured. Your siblings are all engaged at this moment and there isn’t a single Omega it would not be a punishment to dance with.”

Ms. Cunningham clasped her hands together joyfully before telling her friend, “Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld.”

Steve bit his lip and stared at Jon his eyes huge while shaking their clasped hands in elation before quickly looking back to not miss even a minute expression on the pretty Alpha’s face and was warmed by the affection he saw on it and he watched her continue.

“Good God, Billy. I wouldn’t be as fastidious as you are for a kingdom. You shouldn’t be so quick to say that! There are so many Omegas here who are uncommonly pretty.”

Billy sneered at his friend before looking over the room his eyes landing on Robin, “I said you were dancing with the only pretty one here.”

Christine Cunningham was sparkling eyes and teeth at the thought of her pretty dance partner.

“She is an angel I swear. The most beautiful Omega I’ve ever seen. But you know Billy, her brother Steven is very pretty and very agreeable.” Jon knocked his shoulder rocking into him in excitement at her words while Steve scrunched his nose at being brought up but in their attempts to act normally, they both smoothed their faces and pretended to be in conversation whilst still stealthily eyeing the pair and listened in on them.

“Which one do you mean? Doesn’t she have more than one brother?”

Ms. Cunningham had clearly pointed out Steve but he was determined to act like they knew nothing and could hear nothing but Mr. Hargrove stared at him so intensely that had they not been able to see and hear everything he still would have felt it so he eventually raised his head and made eye contact with him.

They saw Mr. Hargrove’s face take on a small grimace, before looking away and his swift reply was cold, “Barely tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me. I am in no humor to offer social standing to young Omegas slighted by other Alphas and Betas. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her pretty smiles. You’re wasting your time with me.”

Jon and Steve shared incredulous faces at the Alphas rudeness and vulgarity quickly before letting them fall away with something more affable. It was impolite to be so aggressive about an Omegas looks. To comment so freely was rather unseemly especially since he clearly thought that there was a chance Steve could hear him. It was done with purpose.

It was also somewhat untrue. Mr. Hargrove and Ms. Cunningham both had more money perhaps, but the Harrington’s were neither poor nor lacking in social standing. Steve and his sibling's future may have been bleak because of their dowry’s but that was due to poor planning by their fathers and an entailment that wasn’t made in their favor not because of lack of money or standing. To be sure in social rank they were above even Ms. Cunningham and her siblings and were considered Gentleman and Gentlewoman because of their father’s holdings and money.

Steve was not being slighted by anyone, he’d chosen to hide away as to not fill his dance card, knowing the assembly had a skewed number for designations and wanted his younger siblings and other Omegas to have a chance at dancing throughout the evening. Steve had never lacked for partners unless he chose for it to be so.

It wasn’t long before the walking duo parted ways and while Ms. Cunningham had taken his advice to heart and went to find Robin the miserable blonde stayed where he was to stew in silence.

Frankly, Mr. Hargrove deserved to be taken to task for the way he spoke. He wasn’t even the highest-ranking person here socially, financially was a different story, but socially his status in society was not the highest amongst them even if it was still impressive. He may have had a fair amount of money, but Sir James and his family were titled and even if they didn’t have as much money, they were still nothing to scoff at.

Jon was exceedingly upset on his best friend's behalf. Steve was one of the prettiest Omegas in the town only compared with that of his older sister. Jon could not boast to be particularly pretty, knowing he was a plainer Omega and he was getting on in age not like Karen but still growing to be older, but to be sure even more than Steve was pretty he was unreservedly kind and joyful and charming and loving. He had no doubt that because Steve loved him, he saw no feature as plain but as beautiful as Steve and Robin were themselves. He was generous and lovely, and he couldn’t imagine someone seeing Steve and saying he was plain. It was like a bad fever dream.

If Steven Harrington was plain, what did that mean for anyone else in the world?

It was clear to him that Steve while not admitting he was intrigued by the Alpha; he actually was even if he himself didn’t know it. He also knew his friend was not used to being spoken about so roughly especially not in plain sight or at an event. It was unthinkable. Steve was sarcastic at times and could be snarky as well but rarely ever would he slight someone unless it was well deserved.

“Count your blessings, Stevie. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.” It was whispered lest the Alpha in question hear him.

Steve’s face starting to give way to give him a halfhearted smile for just a brief before giving a loud cracking laugh, head thrown back over the whole thing.

“Precisely, as it is, I wouldn’t dance with him for all of California, let alone the miserable half.” They both laughed heartily at it. They were positively cracking up. He would pay no mind to the self-important Alpha who had glanced at them feeling wrong footed over their laughter. It was sure for Steve that he certainly held no friendly thoughts toward the Alpha and was determined to use him for entertainment by telling everyone this story in lively fashions. He would be spirited and playful since he delighted in all things ridiculous, and he couldn’t think of anything more so than this.

Steve paid no more concern to the matter and decided to oblige in some dancing himself with some of others at the ball. The exertion and hearty laughter and smiles gave him a pretty pink glow across his cheeks. He and Robin were unknowingly stared at by two different Alphas. Ms. Cunningham stared unabashedly at his sister, clearly enamored even while dancing with Jonathan who was simply amused as her near constant missteps and inability to multitask. Jon did give her credit though she was able to maintain a conversation while dancing. On one end of the room Mr. Hargrove stared at the brunette boy he has earlier insulted, face flat whilst he attempted to ignore the elder omega attempting to gain his attentions nearly draping herself on him as she barely stayed on the line of proper. He still wasn’t taking in the other boy entirely; he was just stewing in a perceived slight at the suggestion of dancing with him and his sparkling laughter.

By the time the party ended Steve found himself with the knowledge that Mr. Hargrove’s wealth had not been enough to sweeten him and endear him to the rest of the gathering. He also learned it was his mother being crossed that had caused the changeover into firmly disliked.

Ms. Cunningham was the talk of the ball in only the best ways, she was kind and gregarious. She was fun loving and not the least bit stuffy, she had danced for most dances and was even sad when it came to an early end, complaining she should like to never have it end. She also declared she might need to have one at Cherry Lane. While the hopefuls of the town wanted to hate Robin for being the one to gain her attentions when no one else could. They were all too happy for her and annoyed at just how happy they were when it meant their own chances were clearly dashed.

For Mr. Hargrove it seemed that it was not just Jon who had noticed his three dances and slights to the rest of the room. His character has been decided by the whole room as the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world. It was the wish of the whole room to never see him again. He was not rich enough to negate it all. The most violent on this team of people was Steve’s mother who had heard his slights against her son and would not let it lie. The town knew and while that was humiliating it was also vindicating to see just how upset everyone was on his behalf. He was beloved by the community, proving once again that Steve and Robin were the most well received persons in the town.

Even with the slight against one of her children Natalie Harrington was nearly on a cloud she was so high in her happiness. Seeing her eldest child so admired by the Cherry Lane party had been such a highlight for her. While Ms. Cunningham’s family had initially been rather standoffish, they have singled our Robin in attention.

Robin shyer in her delight was just as gratified by it, so much so it was palpable to Steve even if it wasn’t to anyone else.

Nancy was also quietly gloating; Ms. Karen Cunningham was heard mentioning that Nancy was the most accomplished Omega in the neighborhood, this was not enough to make her less upset as she had felt her mother had scorned her by leaving her with her father in order to go firstly to introduce Robin to Ms. Cunningham, not even thinking of her other children. Dustin and Angela had never once been without dance partners and as far as they were concerned that was all that mattered when it came to parties.

When the family returned to the Loch Nora, the village where they lived and were the primary inhabitants, they found that there would be no sign of immediate sleep. Their mother was far too excited and had to go over the events of the evening. It was with rueful resignation that they were to take seats in one of the living rooms and hear her ramblings.

Mr. Harrington had to admit part of him was sad his wife hadn’t found Ms. Cunningham wanting. Perhaps he would be sleeping if she had just been awful.

“Oh Robert! It was wonderful!” She was frantically pacing in front of all of them, strung up in elation, “It was the most brilliant night! Oh, to see Robin so admired by everyone was a dream come true. I don’t know how well you payed attention tonight, but she was looked at by everyone, and they all had something to say about her loveliness. Ms. Cunningham! Ms. Cunningham, Robert, she danced with her twice! Did you notice? I swear there was no one else in the room for her when she went to ask for the second dance.”

“I was there, Dear. I did notice.”

She paid her husband no mind and even less attention was given to her children who looked near sleep at they listened to her continued ramblings.

“I know she asked Mr. Hopper to dance, but to be sure even though I was initially furious over it I realized it was fine for she did not admire him at all, not that one could. She couldn’t part her eyes from Robin’s face. She danced with Ms. Holloway and then with little William Hopper and even once with Steve and the next was—.”

“If you have any compassion for my nerves, please take note that I do not care my dear to hear about dances that I saw in person. For heaven’s sake please stop talking of her partners. I am nearly wishing she had sprained her ankle.”

“For Heaven’s sake Richard anyone would think that our children were coming into a fine inheritance with the way you are carrying on.” She only had a moment to admonish him before she was back to speaking excitedly.

Dustin was yawning as Angela leaned into his side. Nancy had her head falling into her cupped hands she was so tired she couldn’t bring herself to hold it upright. Steve and Robin were leaned in together holding hands in solidarity.

“She was so wonderful! So exceedingly beautiful! Her smile though flawed was endearing. Her siblings were also lovely and charming. Such fashions! Have you ever seen such fine lace?”

“No! Absolutely not, Natalie. I won’t hear anything about the finery. I won’t do it. See to reason now.”

The eye she gave her husband was cold, she was not happy to have her fun so thoroughly dashed by him.

“Fine, well since you’ve ruined my mood I suppose I can talk about the other thorn in my side this evening. Mr. Hargrove. Did you notice the slight against your dearest Steve? I heard all about it. What a truly awful man.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he noticed his father stand at more attention, finally happy to listen to his wife speak. Robin squeezed his hand in commiseration sensing his unease rather than paying attention to what was going on and when he turned his head to look at her, she gave him a matching wince upon seeing one of his face, he knew she was prone to worry normally but was grateful her mind was not fully present for once.

“Slight my Stevie did he?”

“I didn’t care for him either, Papa. So it’s of little matter.” Steve was smiling at his dad as he said it, keeping his voice quieter to not bring attention to himself from his sleepy sister at his side.

“Another time, Steven. I would not dance with him if he should ever ask you. I can assure you that Steve is losing nothing by not suiting his fancy. He is the most disagreeable, horrid pompous man I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet. So superior and conceited. He is not to be endured! He thought himself so fine, walking around so sourly. Not good enough to dance with he said! I wish you’d been more aware so you could have dressed him down. The most detestable man.”

“I believe, Mama, I can safely promise you never to dance with Mr. Hargrove”

With that rant she had lost her steam, meanwhile her husband was chomping at the bit in anger on his child’s behalf. But it was no use now. His wife was done, and the children were dismissing themselves to bed.

Unsatisfied indeed.

Back at Cherry Lane, Karen Cunningham was feeling quite fine indeed. She was being handed a cup of tea and she started walking around still in her elegant dress.

“So,” she said her voice overly cheerful voice, “None of the Hawkins Omegas could please you Mr. Hargrove?”

She was looking at his as walked his way, always ready to try and entice him.

“Not even the famous Harringtons?” Her younger brother cut in and the two shared a laugh as she sat next to him.

“Well,” their little sister started, “I never met with more pleasant people or prettier Omegas and Betas.”

Billy grimaced, “Chrissy, you astonish me. I saw little beauty and no breeding at all. The eldest Harrington Omega, I will grant you, is very pretty.” The two siblings drinking their tea were snickering and smirking into their cups.

“Oh! A fine concession. Come on, Billy! She is a fairytale figure come to life. Admit it!”

Billy gave her a flat look.

“Robin Harrington is a sweet girl,” Karen cut in, only somewhat insincerely, her brother side eyeing her, “But my god their mother! You know I heard Steve Harrington described as a local beauty! What do you say to that, Mr. Hargrove?”

William wasn’t looking at them, fussing with a new book he’d found in the room, “I would sooner call their mother a Wit.”

The Siblings and Carol were in hysterics laughing and calling hims cruel.

Chrissy was not amused in the slightest.

“Billy, I don’t understand why you go through the world, determined to around displeased with everything and everyone in it.”

Billy gave his best friend a flat look, “I will never understand why you are in such a race to approve of everything and everyone you meet.”

“Well, you won’t make me think ill of Miss Harrington, Billy.”

Karen cooed at her little sister, “Indeed he shall not, I shall dare his disapproval and declare she is a dear sweet girl despite her unfortunate relations. I wouldn’t be sorry to know her better.”

The husband and wife in the room nodded their heads in agreement.

“No, nor would we,” Carol said speaking for the both of them, “I am sorry Mr. Hargrove but you see, we aren’t afraid of you.”

“Big bad wolf that he is.” Said Chrissy with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t have any of you so,” Billy said choosing to ignore his best friend’s addition.

While every sibling was lucky enough to have their own rooms much of the time Steve and Robin could be found together having fallen asleep together cuddled together like kittens. Either of their rooms would work but it was likely to happen at least a few times a week. It happened so frequently that their wardrobes held each other’s clothes, so they never even had to concern themselves with leaving each other for even a moment if they did not wish it.

This evening had called for it, a session of giggling gossip and shared thoughts away from anyone else in the surety of each other’s presence. They lay in Robin’s bed, semi sheer sheet pulled over their heads blocking all but the golden glow of the candlelight seeping through so they could still see each other. They lay on their sides facing each other, tired but somehow inexhaustible with the need to speak about this evening.

Robin was blushing something fierce, enough that Steve knew if there were better lighting her freckles would stand out brought forth from the vermillion glow staining her nose and cheeks. She wouldn’t even meet his eyes and her little face was quite solemn.

“Ms. Cunningham is just what a young Alpha should be,” she paused seeming to try and remain collected instead of increasingly overwhelmed by the subject of which she was speaking, “Sensible, good-humored, lively; Truly, Stevie I don’t think I’ve ever seen such happy means! So much openness and her manners were so-”

“She is also beautiful, and conveniently rich.” Steve was happy to cut her off and make light of the situation with some teasing if it meant his Robin would return to less anxious spirits, “which a good Alpha should be, if they can be. Her character is thereby complete.” He ended with a grin as his goading has clearly worked and she rose to the bait of his interruption.

“You know perfectly well; I do not believe marriage should be driven by a lot of money!”

“I agree entirely! Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony which is why… I will end up an old spinster.” His words were said in both seriousness and silliness in equal measure as he nodded his head at his older sister.

“Do you really believe she liked me, Stevie?” Her blue stared so earnestly up at him, his heart nearly broke at her even possibly doubting how much the Alpha had been clearly enamored with her, “I was so flattered that she asked me to dance a second time. I never expected such a compliment.”

“Robbie, she danced you twice. She only danced with anyone else because it wouldn’t be proper to hog you the whole evening. When she wasn’t dancing with you, she was staring at you the rest of the time including when she was dancing with other people. I can’t believe you didn’t expect such a compliment. I expected it for you. I suppose this is why you and I are so different. Compliments always take you by surprised and i’m never surprised by them. How could she not ask you for a second dance? She clearly noticed you are ten times as pretty as anyone else in the room and about a thousand times lovelier.”

He was smiling and giggling as she tried in vain to hide her own smiling face in her pillow.

“You know, Robin. I think I give you leave to like her. She is very agreeable, and you’ve liked many a stupider person,” He ignored her admonishing use of his name and continued on, “You are a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes or at the very least they all have the potential for it.”

There was one person he thought his sister might find increasingly difficult. He purposefully avoided speaking of Mr. Hargrove and he knew she’d tuned out their parents' downstairs in favor of daydreaming of the Alpha who’d stolen her heart whilst dancing.

“I just don’t want to be hasty in making poor judgements about someone, but I do always say I what I truly think.” He noticed that she did not say the word feel.

“I know you do,” he petted her bangs, “It’s that very thing that makes you a wonder. Truly someone with your good sense, being so honestly blind to the foibles and follies of other people! Incredible. You are genuine in thinking the best of people. I think many people say they do but… I think most people just like to think well of themselves and how they view themselves. You truly think the best of people. There is no doing it simply to think well of yourself. You have a gift for it truly. That being said… do you like her family? Their attitudes certainly do not match hers.”

“Perhaps not at first, but they all become more nicer when you speak with them. Miss Cunningham is to live with her sister and to manage her house. If I’m not mistaken, we are going to find her to be a very charming neighbor.”

Steve listened to his sister in silence, because he was not convinced. He sincerely doubted Karen Cunningham would be a good or charming neighbor. Their behavior at the assembly hadn’t been likely to please in general; with a quicker sense of observation and a less flexible temper than his sister and judgement far more unaffected by any attention to himself he was very little likely to approve of any of them.

“I’m sure you’re right Bobbin.”

Robin played with her fingers as Steve attempted to make eye contact, when it finally it happened, he was still smiling at her winningly with mirth until eventually Robin was rubbing her hands down her face and shaking it giggling as it was clear they were both thinking of a petite enamored Alpha.

They laughed and laughed until they fell asleep holding hands like otters, tuckered out by their own joy.

The Cherry Lane party were all very fine that was true, none of them deficient in good humor when they were pleased, nor in being agreeable when they chose but they were also impossibly proud and conceited. Ms. Cunningham’s older siblings were rather handsome and had been educated at one of the first private schools in London for Betas and Omegas and each had a fortune on 20,000 that they brought with them.

They also clearly spent more than they should have and spent time only with those of higher rank then themselves, most likely to further pretend that they too were as high ranking. It was clear to most that they thought themselves entitled to think well of themselves and disdainfully of others.

They were a respectable family from the north, a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than the fact that their sister’s fortune and theirs had been acquired through trade.

Ms. Cunningham as the Alpha inherited the amount of nearly 100,000 from her mother who had intended to purchase estate but had not lived to see it done. Ms. Cunningham intended to much the same as her Alpha mother, and sometimes made choice of her county but as she now provided with a good house and liberty of a manor, enabling her right to shoot game on the property, it was doubtful to many that knew her and her temperament well that she might not just spend the remainder of her days at Cherry Lane and leave it to the future generations to bring rise to the family rank.

Miss Cunningham and Mr. Perkins were clearly anxious for their younger sibling to have an estate of her own; though they were by no means unwilling to preside at her table even though she was only a tenant. Mr. Thomas Perkins has married a Beta like himself who was more social status than wealth and was less likely to think of his wife’s house as his own, and only when it suited him. Steve felt it was very obvious they were social climbers, that even with Mr. Perkins’ inheritance they were still needy enough to prefer living with Ms. Cunningham.

Ms. Cunningham had only been twenty-three, just two years past coming of age that she was tempted by a chance recommendation to look at Cherry Lane. She has spent only half an hour looking into it, felt at peace with what the owner said and took it immediately.

Between her and Mr. Hargrove there was a steady friendship in spite of a great opposition of character. Ms. Cunningham had the fortune of being Mr. Hargrove’s friend for years, having met through school, being so close in both age and designation. William Hargrove found Christine Cunningham endearing for the fact that she was easy going, open and easily led, because of the latter quality he found himself thinking of Chrissy as a younger sibling he’d needed to help guide for fear of that quality being abused by others. Meanwhile Chrissy found that she held Billy in the highest regard, his opinion and judgement holding the greatest standing in her mind and his reliability was second to none. There was an understanding in her mind, though not his, that he was superior, she was by no means deficient, but Billy was clever.

He was also haughty, reserved and difficult to please, and while his manners were well bred, they were by no means inviting. This was the one area that Chrissy was superior. She was sure to be liked wherever she appeared while Billy seemingly did not much care, if and when he left great offense.

There was a stark difference in how they spoke about the Mirkwood assembly, but it was sufficiently characteristic for each of them. Cunningham has never met with more pleasant people or prettier Omegas and Betas in her life. Everyone had been the kindest and most attentive toward her. There was no standing on formality, no stiffness, sooner rather than later she’d felt accustomed and acquainted with the whole room, and as to Miss Harrington, she could not dream of an angel more beautiful. Hargrove on the other hand merely had seen a collection of people with whom there was little beauty and no fashion, with no one he felt the smallest interest and from none received either attention or pleasure. Miss Harrington, he acknowledged to be pretty, but she smiled too much.

Thomas Perkins and his sister Karen allowed it to be so—but they still admired her and liked her and stated that she was a sweet girl who they were willing to know more of. Miss Harrington was so established as a lovely Omega, and it was from these commendations that Ms. Cunningham felt so inclined to think of her as often as she pleased.

Within a short walking distance of Loch Nora was lived the Hopper family. Sir James Hopper had formerly been in trade in Forest Hills where he had made a tolerable fortune and had risen to the honor of knighthood by his address to the Queen. The distinction had perhaps been felt too strongly. It has given way to disgust for his business and to his residence in a small market town; he simply quit both of them immediately.

He removed his family from their small home and the town and placed them in a house only a mile away from Forest Hills, that he promptly named Mirkwood, where he could think with pleasure at his own importance if he so chose. Thankfully he wasn’t as prone to it as he once supposed he would be. He would readily admit that he was happy to be unshackled by the business and enjoyed being only occupied in being as civil or uncivil with all the world as he pleased.

While he had certainly been puffed up at is rank it didn’t make him high and mighty in the slightest. He stayed far more kind than perhaps one would think of someone with his rank. He was mostly inoffensive but could be fairly gruff, still friendly and obliging and to many persons surprise, clever and his presentation at St. Mary’s had made him courteous.

Lady Joyce Hopper was a very good kind of Omega, she was compassionate and caring, clever but able to hide the degree in order to make others more comfortable in her presence. She was not the type to put a person ill at ease or make them feel poorly about themselves. She was truly invaluable to Mrs. Harrington even if she hadn’t found it in herself to say that out loud. The Hopper family had two children. The eldest being a sensible, intelligent young Omega of about twenty-seven, and who was Steve and Robin’s very dear friend.

The day after the assembly it was apparent to everyone that it was necessary that the Omegas should all meet up and discuss the ball. So, the morning after the assembly brought the Hoppers over to Loch Nora for gossip and dissection of the evening’s events.

“You certainly had a good evening, Jonathan,” Natalie was nodding in his direction a while stirring cream into her tea, “Ms. Cunningham danced with you last night.”

Jonathan nodded at her show of attempted subtly in fishing for compliments for her own child.

“Yes! Though I must say she seemed to prefer a certain partner over anyone else.”

Mrs. Harrington straightened up preening and ready to take the invitation for what it was.

“Oh, you must mean Robin, I suppose because the Alpha did dance with her twice,” Natalie was nearly vibrating with glee, an incredible juxtaposition against her falsely modest tone, “It certainly did seem as if she admired her. Indeed, I rather believe she did—I heard something about it—but I hardly know what—something about Mr. Newby.”

Steve and Robin’s faces both suggested they were sighing internally, and Jonathan couldn’t help but smirk in their direction. His own mother looked as though she was already developing a headache. Jon’s amusement was aggressively obvious to his friends who gave him twin looks of annoyance. They resembled each other so much in that moment Jon nearly choked on his tea in mirth.

With a sigh heard only by the younger Omegas in their company, Joyce cleared her throat knowing it was up to her to offer something up to continue the overture of conversation. She sometimes longed for the day she could lord something over Natalie.

“Perhaps you mean what I overheard between her and Mr. Newby; did I not mention it to you? Mr. Newby asked her how she liked our Mirkwood assemblies and if she thought there were a great many pretty Omegas and Betas in the room, and which she thought was the prettiest? Her answer was immediate—Oh! The eldest Miss Harrington, beyond a doubt there cannot be two opinions on that point.”

Joyce couldn’t even be upset that it was never her own child that got this attention for she dearly lovely Steve and Robin. They seemed for all the world to have gotten only the good qualities of their parents and none of the bad. Better still, even better traits that seemed to come from neither of their parents at all, making it a true wonder at their loveliness.

Mrs. Harrington was aglow at these words, while Steve grabbed Robin’s hand under the table comforting her seeing her determined stare at the table knowing full well she did not enjoy the spotlight that was somehow always thrust onto her.

“My word! Well—it certainly sounds very decided doesn’t it? I mean that does seem as if—But—However it may all come to nothing you know.”

Robin’s eyes grew increasingly saucer like as she stared harder still at the cup of tea on the table like it would divine someway for her get away from the situation, she was stuck in.

Steve pursed his lips at her discomfort before silently making eye contact with Jon. Jon raised a brow rather quickly in question before Steve swiftly slid his eyes over toward Robin slid them back to Jon and raised both brows. Jon subtly tilted his head in question before Steve dropped his eyes down to wrist acknowledging himself and a nonexistent dance card and then back to Jon. Jon gave a subtle nod before he took a sip of tea.

“My overhearings were more to the purpose than yours Steve,” said Jon as he poured himself grabbed a cookie from the tray on the table, “Mr. Hargrove isn’t as worthy a voice to listen to as his friend, is he? Poor Steve! To be barely tolerable.”

Natalie Harrington put her cup down harshly, liquid spilling out and jostling the table. It was enough that everyone at the table looked up at her. She was furious at the reminder of such an odious Alpha. Steve was her least favorite child, but still her child and she did love him for all the headache he caused her. She would never forgive that awful Alpha, she silently vowed to herself. She coughed lightly and put her hand to hair as though to perfect it. She gave a strong resemblance to a cat grooming itself after feeling undignified.

“I beg you Jonathan please don’t put it in Steven’s head that he should be irked by abuse. He is a loathsome disagreeable man and it would be a misfortune to be liked by him. Mrs. Henderson told me last night that he sat close to her for half an hour without opening his lips.”

“Are you quite sure, Mama? Are you sure she wasn’t mistaken?” Robin looked conflicted, having just fully taken in the fact that the Alpha had been abominable to her brother, she sat there fisting the fabric of her skirts, crumpling wrinkles into it with anxiety over the situation, “I swear I saw Mr. Hargrove speaking with her.”

Their mother harrumphed inelegantly.

“Yes, because she finally asked him how he liked Cherry Lane, and he could not help answering her, she made sure to let me know he seemed very angry to be spoken to.”

“Miss Karen Cunningham told me that he never speaks much unless he is among his most intimate friends. According to her with them he is always remarkably agreeable and charming.”

Steve and Jonathan exchanged looks at Robin’s words. That was certainly not the Alpha they’d seen last night.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” their mother was scoffing as Joyce looked like she was trying to find God in her teacup, “I don’t believe a word of it. If he was so very agreeable as a person, he would have spoken with Mrs. Henderson. I can guess how it was though. Everyone said he was eaten up with his own pride, and I dare say he heard somewhere that Mrs. Henderson doesn’t keep a carriage and thought she had come to the ball in a taxied carriage.”

“I can forgive him for not talking to Mrs. Henderson,” said Jon in his quiet tone, “But I do wish he had danced with Steve.”

Steve just gave him a look over his teacup and Robin once more looked deeply conflicted.

“Another time, Steve,” his mother then grimaced at the thought, “I would not dance with him, if I were you.”

“Oh, I assure you Mama, I can safely promise you that I will never dance with him.”

“His pride,” pondered Jon aloud, “doesn’t offend me that much. Not as much as I suppose it normally would because he sort of has an excuse for it doesn’t, he? It’s not a wonder that so very fine an Alpha, with family, fortune everything in his favor really would think highly of himself. He kind of has the right to it?”

“It’s true,” Steve conceded with a nod of his head, “and I could easily forgive his pride, had he not wounded mine. Still you are right, the very rich can afford to give offense wherever they go. We need not care for his good opinion.”

His mother’s face was downturned in righteous indignation, “No, indeed!”

“Perhaps,” Steve continued his musings, “he is not so handsome at all.”

“No! Quite ill favored. Certainly nothing at all to Ms. Cunningham.”

Steve smiled over at Robin who was blushing.

Nancy once again couldn’t help herself and had to make her opinion known at once even if it was late and the subject was due to change. She prided herself on the solidity of her own observations on the matter, never mind it was simply regurgitation of her some lectures she’d read.

“Pride,” she spoke firmly, “is a common failing. Everything I’ve read on the subject has suggested is as common as breathing is necessary. Mankind is particularly prone to it, and there are an incredible few of us who do not hold dear the feeling of self-satisfaction on some scale or another, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though they are words used synonymously. A person can be proud without being vain. Pride equals more to our self-opinion while vanity is what we want others to think of us.”

While she was not exactly incorrect it was still annoying have a walking talking sermon always at the ready.

“If I were a rich Alpha like Mr. Hargrove,” declared William Hopper, “I would not care how proud I was. I would keep a pack of hunting dogs and drink a bottle of wine every day.”

Every other young Omega in the room choked on either their food or drink in unexpected mirth, excepting Nancy who choked simply in shocked disgust.

“Well, then you would drink a great deal more than you should,” said Mrs. Harrington with a surprisingly indulgent smile, “and if I were to ever see you, I would take away your bottle immediately.”

William laughed pleased to have cut the tension down so thoroughly, he continued the argument and protested that she wouldn’t. It was a verbal tug of war that lasted until the visit ended.

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