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atths--twice · 2 years ago

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Well, here we are at the last chapter. This was a wild ride from start to finish. 31 prompts and as I began to place them, the middle was a big block of nothing. 😂 But as I thought about it, they started to fill in and the story took shape.

I honestly cannot believe I wrote this whole story with no previous plan and no thought to even attempt it, BUT I am incredibly glad I did. It was a great lesson for me that I CAN do things differently than how I normally plan them out.

Hope you enjoy this last chapter and thanks for coming along on this journey.💓

Chapter Thirty One

They Won't Get Away With This. Not This Time.

The case is over but there are still things that are weighing on both their minds.

Georgetown Park Mall October 31st 5:30 p.m.

“Whoa,” Scully said with a chuckle as a mummy and a goblin ran past her.

“Sorry. They’re very excited,” their mother said, smiling as she pushed a stroller with a pink cheeked baby dressed as an angel, hurrying to catch up to the kids.

“Understandable,” Scully said as she smiled and watched them enter the next store and yell out “trick-or-treat!” as candy was dropped into their pumpkin buckets.

It’s a good idea, Scully thought as she looked at the families at the mall with their children, especially the younger ones, going from store to store to get candy. It’s well lit, not scary, and offers places to sit and rest. Plus it creates foot traffic for the stores. Pretty smart.

“Just wish I would have known before I got here,” she murmured to herself as she dodged past a ninja wearing squeaky white sneakers. “I might have dressed up.”

Laughing at that idea, she entered the store where she would be purchasing a new coat, her other one set to be retired. Taking the escalator, she arrived in the women’s section and started looking around.

The clearance section was first and she spent some time looking for new work shirts or anything else that struck her fancy. A few items were selected and then she moved on to pants and skirts, before checking out the coats even as she thought longingly of her old one.

Her arms full, she made her way to the changing room.

Her phone rang as she was trying on a black skirt with a side zipper, which she liked much more than when it was on the back as it was easier to reach.

“Scully,” she said, answering her phone as she looked in the mirror, seeing how it fit.

“Did you know that people consider chocolate to be an aphrodisiac?” Mulder asked and she rolled her eyes as she smiled at her reflection.

“That’s not exactly true,” she said, resting her phone against her shoulder as she smoothed the skirt with both hands. Yes, this was a nice skirt, definitely something she would be buying. “Chocolate contains the chemicals phenylethylamine and serotonin, which people believe are mood boosters and also mild sexual stimulants. Chocolate tastes good, yes, but the aphrodisiac aspects of it are more from the way it melts in your mouth than an actual sexual stimulus.”

Silence on his end had her thinking she had lost connection with him and she held the phone in her hand, staring at it before placing it back to her ear.

“Mulder? Are you there?”

“Jesus,” he breathed. “You gotta warn a guy before you say stuff like that. Christ.”

“That chocolate tastes good?” she asked innocently, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties. He snorted and she smiled as she picked it up and laid it on the bench seat.

“You know what you said,” he said with a deep sigh. “Christ.”

“You brought it up,” she laughed, picking up a green sweater she was not entirely sure about, the color not one she was usually drawn towards. Holding it up to her chest, she made a face, but decided to try it on.

“I only asked if you knew people considered it as such.”

“And I explained why they did, nothing more,” she said, readying the sweater and then quickly slipping it over her head as she transferred her phone from hand to hand, hearing him snort again.

“Yeah, that’s all,” he said and she smiled, knowing that she did know how her words would be received.

Stepping back, she looked at the sweater in the mirror, smoothing down her hair and tucking it behind her ears.

“Hmm,” she said. “It’s not too bad.”

“What’s not?” Mulder asked and she was surprised to realize she had spoken out loud.

“Oh. Nothing. I just… I’m trying on coats at the mall here.”

“Georgetown Park?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason. Just remember you saying you liked the shops at that mall and I figured you’d be needing to get a new coat and so you’d probably be there.”

“Okay…” she said, shaking her head as she still contemplated the sweater. “Well, if you simply called to discuss people’s opinions on chocolate, I think we’ve covered that topic.”

“And then some,” he mumbled and she laughed softly.

“Right. So, I have a few more things to try on, so I’m gonna let you go.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “Talk later then.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

She hung up and laid her phone down, giving the green sweater one more appraising look and nodding.

A few more minutes and she walked out with the items, keeping the ones she wanted and hanging up the ones she did not on the rack outside of the dressing room.

As she stepped back onto the sales floor, she noticed a man standing near the coats with his back to her. Shaking her head at the thought that of course he would be there and know which store she was in, she walked over and tapped him on his right shoulder as she quickly moved to his left side. He looked to his right and then his left, smiling at her as she raised her eyebrows at him.

“So are you stalking me, or do you normally shop in this store, and more specifically in the women's section?”

“It all depends on how I’m feeling,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve recently found that stockings sometimes feel better than dress socks, you know?”

“Oh, I do know. You in stockings though, that’s something I think I need to see, Mulder. Do you prefer full coverage or thigh high? Because if you’re not sure, I could show you my favorite brands and then we could compare notes,” she said and he put his hands up as he abruptly turned and walked away from her.

“As if the discussion about chocolate wasn’t bad enough,” he said and she laughed as she followed him.

“Once again, I’ll point out that you brought it up.”

“And you made it-”

“Harder?” she asked and he stopped walking so abruptly, she nearly ran into him.

“Just…” he said, putting up a finger and shaking his head as she laughed silently.

“I need to pay for these. Can you please keep moving?”

“As long as you just…” He waved his finger and she gave him a gentle shove to get moving.

“So you found a coat then?” he asked, changing the subject as they headed towards the register and she smiled.

“Yeah. Plus a few extra things.”

“Is that a green sweater?” he asked, reaching out to touch it.

“Yeah, I wasn’t so sure about it, but it looks good. Not sure how often I’ll wear it, but…” She shrugged and he looked from her to the sweater and nodded.

“It’s a good color. Goes well with your skin. Oh, that sounded super fucking creepy,” he said, snapping his fingers and hitting his right hand on top of his left.

“You wanna try that again, or leave it there, stalker?” she asked with a laugh.

“I think you chose a good color to accentuate your assets. Oh Christ, that’s even worse,” he said, shaking his head as she laughed harder.

“Give it one more go. Third time’s a charm and all that,” she said with a smile and he stopped walking as she did the same.

He reached out and extricated the sweater from under the coat. Holding onto the hanger, he held it out at her shoulder height, looking at it and then her. She smiled and waited to hear how he would dig himself out of this one.

Nodding, he handed it back to her.

“It’s a good color for you. You should wear it more often.” Nodding again, he pursed his lips and shrugged as he put his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well,” she said, touched by his words. “And here I was expecting it to be worse than the others.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“The plain truth of it is, Scully,” he said, sighing deeply as he looked her in the eyes. “It would be hard to find a piece of clothing that didn’t enhance your beauty.”

“Oh… well, thank you,” she whispered, taken aback as she remembered his words from the motel, her heart suddenly beating faster.

“You’re welcome.”

They stared at each other until a child dressed as a little red devil ran past them and his mother came running after him, calling out and telling him to stop.

“Would you like to get some dinner?” he asked and she looked at the mother and then at him.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said with a smile and he nodded.

Her items purchased and bagged, they walked towards the main hub of the mall and paused as they watched the families going into stores so their children could receive candy.

“It’s actually a really good idea, you know,” he said. “Especially for the little ones who lose interest quickly. Plus it’s warm in here so they don’t have to wear coats over their costumes. That was always the worst. Weeks of planning the perfect costume and then you were forced into a puffy coat that made you sweat.”

“Yeah,” she said with a chuckle, remembering those nights of begging to take off her coat and being told no.

A little witch walked by with a plastic black cauldron full of candy and Scully smiled as an even smaller witch joined her, grabbing onto the older one's long purple cape.

“They won’t get away with this,” the bigger of the witches said in a high pitched voice.

“Nod diss time,” the small witch said, her voice also high, and they both cackled as they walked to the next store, the older witch taking the smaller one's hand.

“So cute,” Scully said, smiling and then sighing with a shake of her head at the realization that she would never have children to dress up and bring trick or treating on Halloween.

Swallowing down the sudden lump in her throat, she felt Mulder’s hand on her back. His touch was gentle and she knew he had noticed and was silently asking if she was okay. She nodded and he rubbed her back before moving his hand.

She took a few cleansing breaths and glanced over at him, needing to speak about something else. Something that had been weighing on her mind.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, switching her bag to her other hand.

“Yeah? What about?” he asked with a chuckle as he stepped out of the way of a trio of older kids dressed as blind mice, who kept bumping into one another and making people laugh.

“About Sarah.”

“Hmm,” he said, now giving her his undivided attention. “What were you thinking?”

“Some things are still not clear to me.”

“Some things, Scully? Only some?” he teased. “It’s taken a while, but I think my belief in extreme possibilities is beginning to have its effect on you.”

“Hardly,” she said, bumping his arm lightly. “Seeing as how you most likely won’t be curious about the same things I am, seeing as you believe almost everything, no questions asked.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true.”

“No?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head and smiling at her. “I’d say we’re probably thinking about the same things.”

“Go on then. Enlighten me,” she said and he nodded.

“How’d she choose Peter?” he asked, and she raised her eyebrows. “How did she know he needed help?”

“Yeah. Exactly,” she said, thinking about Leonard Betts and how he had known about her own cancer before she ever did.

“The mirrored injuries between Peter and Trevor,” he continued, stopping her from walking and looking at her. “I think that she was taking from Trevor in order to treat Peter, but I don’t know how to begin to explain the logistics of it.”

“Because she couldn’t take from either of them, Mulder. Not physically. She couldn’t touch or administer anything to them.”

“That’s true. But, I don’t think she needed to touch them physically.”

“Thank you, that makes perfect sense,” she said sarcastically.

He chuckled and nodded as he looked around and then back at her.

“I think what she did was more of a feeling or a thought. If she needed to move them, treat them, let them go… she simply thought it and it happened. If they needed to be in a particular place, she pictured the place and they were there.”

“She pulled them to her somehow,” she said and he hummed as he shook his head.

“No. Not exactly, as that makes it sound sinister. I’d say she enticed them somehow. Maybe with a feeling of calm and safety. Once there, I’m sure they did feel afraid as things were not “normal” for them.”

“Peter said he could hear and feel them.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too. I wonder if he was mistaken and he was actually hearing Sarah. If he was sensing her pain and worry at how to carry out her plan.”

“I hadn’t considered that,” she said quietly, looking down at the ground with a slight frown, then back up at him.

“Well, it’s just a theory.”

“But that does make sense. In its own way,” she said as she shrugged.

“What?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

“Don’t act so surprised. As if I don’t often agree with you,” she said and his smile grew as he nodded.

“You must say it in your head then because I’ve not heard it much.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed and started walking again, watching him join her out of the corner of her eye. “So you think she healed him by thought? Persuasion? What?”

“That is a question I’m afraid I don’t have an answer to, Scully,” he said, shaking his head.

“Maybe it was through bright flashes of light like we experienced,” she said with a smile.

“Flashes of light?” he asked, frowning at her. “You mean the candles you were using and the light glowing around Sarah?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I meant the bright flash of white light that happened when we left wherever we were with her.”

“Scully,” he said, placing a hand on her arm and stopping her. “There wasn’t a white flash.”

“Yes, there was.”

“No. There couldn’t have been. I didn’t see one.”

“What? It nearly blinded me. You had to have seen it.”

“No, I didn’t,” he said and she frowned. “Tell you what, tell me exactly what you remember and we’ll see if it’s the same.”

“Okay. I remember being with Fauna and the others and seeing the candles glowing in turn. The one you were communicating to me with went out just as a light appeared in the forest.”

“A bright one?”

“No. Well, not overly bright, but enough to draw our attention to it.”

“Okay. What next?”

“I ran to it and-”

“Got attacked by nearly every tree in the place,” he said, nodding to her face.

“No shit,” she said, touching her cheek and shaking her head.

“So then what?”

“I found you… and Sarah. Wherever you were, I found you,” she said and he smiled and nodded.

“But no bright flashes?”

“Not until you and Fauna convinced her to leave.”

“When exactly?”

“Just before she was gone. Fauna told her to find peace. You told her it was enough. That she had done enough and it was time for her to go.”

“I remember the conversation.”

“She reached out to touch your hand,” Scully whispered and she was there again witnessing the sadness and worry on Sarah’s face. But then Scully had seen hope flash in her green eyes when Sarah had looked at her and smiled.

“I think it will be enough,” Scully breathed.

“What?”

“That’s what Sarah said to me just before she touched your hand. Just before the bright light.” She looked at Mulder and he shook his head.

“I remember all of that, but not the light.”

“Then how do you remember coming back? If that’s even the right word?”

“I… I don’t know to be honest with you. I know that wherever we were with Sarah felt thick and warm and then suddenly it was cold, the air a lot thinner.”

“The light was so bright, how did you not see it?”

“I don’t know. But none of the others mentioned a bright light. I suppose we didn’t ask directly, but I think that would be something they mentioned don’t you?”

“Maybe they forgot? Maybe they didn’t see it because of the other things happening? The high blood pressure, the agitation… Maybe it was forgotten.”

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, but her stomach dropped at the implications and her hand went to the back of her neck, feeling the spot where a metal chip had been placed when she had been on the brink of death.

“Do you… do you think that it…?” she asked, her breathing increasing as she began to imagine the worst possible outcomes.

“No,” he said, her eyes widening at the harsh tone he used.

“It’s possible,” she said. “I could have-”

“No,” he said again, his tone softer as he pulled her arm down gently and replaced her hand with his own on the back of her neck. “I refuse to believe in any scenario in which that is possible. I will not hear it.”

“Mulder,” she said and he shook his head, squeezing her neck tenderly.

“I don’t want to hear it, Scully.”

“But what if-”

“No,” he said for the third time, his thumb rubbing her scar softly. He bent his head toward her and rested his forehead against hers, letting out a slow breath. “There are no scenarios where I will accept that.”

She closed her eyes and wrapped an arm around his waist, his other arm going around her and they stood holding one another as families rushed past, calling and laughing to one another.

He took her bag from her when they broke apart and she sighed. He crooked his arm, inviting her to take it, but instead she trailed her fingers down the inside of his forearm and took his hand, threading her fingers through his and nodding with a small smile.

They continued on towards the restaurant, though the worry still lingered.

“I’ll call and make an appointment in the morning, just to be completely sure,” she said softly and he squeezed her hand as he nodded.

As she worried and tried to pretend that she was not and Mulder tried his damndest to make her laugh and bring them out of their funk, a healing was in fact taking place, but it was not one that either of them would have ever entertained. The thought of it, too raw and new.

It was a healing that would take time and when discovered, would leave everyone with more questions than answers. Theories would abound and they would ignore and deflect each one.

But one night they will know.

Sitting on her couch, a pizza congealing on the coffee table and an old family keepsake beside her, she will smile as she covers his hand where it lays on her rounded belly and she will whisper Sarah’s name as she remembers and his wide eyes will meet her own as they remember.

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albertasunrise · 3 years ago

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Just Another Conquest - Part 1

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Warnings: You were sweet, innocent and completely infatuated with Javier Peña. After an incident at the Christmas party, you become the talk of the secretary's at the embassy and everything starts falling around you.

Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader, Reader x Original Male Character

Warnings: Angst, Kissing, Mentions of sex

Notes: There are some touchy subjects at the end of this chapter. If you’re easily triggered this might not be for you. Don’t wanna add too many tags as it’ll spoil it.

For two years you had worked at the embassy as a secretary. You kept your head down and your nose out of trouble and so no one noticed you.

Except Greg.

Greg was sweet. You’d been on a few dates and you were taking it steady. Too many times you had jumped in headfirst into the flames and gotten burned so this time you were going to take things slow, Glacial, but Greg didn’t seem to mind. Greg was sweet.

Someone who wasn't sweet.

Javier Peña.

He had bedded most of the single or unmarried secretaries in the embassy. Even some of the married ones. He flirted with everyone. Well everyone except you and even though that stung a little you were glad. He couldn’t tarnish you if he couldn’t see you.

You’d been infatuated with the man from day dot at the embassy. He was a smooth talker and painfully handsome but you knew you weren’t his type. You were plain, a little on the chubbier side and uninteresting. You'd seen some of the women he’d slept with. Your apartment was across from his and they were all beautiful. The polar opposite of you.

It was the day of the Christmas office party. An event you looked forward to as it gave you a chance to dress up a little. Greg had bought you a stunning dress for the event, something you’d spotted in the window of a shop one day and told him you liked it. He’d managed to find out your size and had snuck back to buy it for you and you had swooned. No one had done anything like that for you before.

The dress fit perfectly. Highlighted all the right parts of you and for once you actually felt pretty. You did some simple makeup, pinned your hair up in a loose bun and wore the only pair of heels you could walk in. Greg was there to collect you when you were done, his jaw dropping to the floor when you emerged from your apartment building and you chuckled at his reaction. You both then got a taxi to the embassy and he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you or his lips from yours. Maybe tonight was the night that you’d let him into your bed.

You arrived a short while later and made your way inside, people excitedly bussing around you as you made your way to where the party was being held. The hall in the embassy had been decorated in traditional American fashion. Tinsel, baubles and lights adorned the walls and a large, audacious, tree sat in the centre of the room with presents surrounding its base. You gazed around in awe of what you were seeing and Greg couldn’t stop watching at you.

Little did you know, neither could Javier Peña.

He had spotted you as soon as you’d entered. He had seen you around over the past few years but until now had never spared you a second glance. He watched you as you entered with Greg from accounts. He’d spoken to Greg a handful of times and he always seemed nice enough, if not a little dull. His attention was so stuck on you that he didn’t even hear Steve talking his ear off until his name was shouted in frustration. Pulling the agent from his fancy.

“Oh no, you leave that one alone.” Growled Steve when he noticed who Javier was staring at.

“What… why?”

“Because I know what you’re like and she’s sweet. She has worked hard to keep herself out of the limelight and you paying her any sort of attention will destroy that completely.” Stated Steve, downing that last of his drink as he watched you head to the bar with your companion “Besides she’s dating Greg anyway.”

“Greg’s dull.” Mumbled Javier and Steve barked out a laugh.

“Greg is nice and perfect for her.” Asserted the blonde agent “Leave her alone.” He warned and Javier simply rolled his eyes, waving his partner off as he stood.

‘Another.’ He asked as he lifted his empty glass and Steve nodded before turning his head to seek out his wife in the bustle of people beside him.

Javier watched you as he approached the bar, taking you in as he came to a stop a few stools over. The dress you wore fitted your form beautifully, highlighting your small waist and larger breasts. You had a perfect hourglass figure and he practically salivated at the sight, wanting nothing more than to worship every inch of you but you were forbidden fruit. Which made it all the harder to resist you.

You hadn’t noticed Javier watching you but Greg had and he felt resentment start to simmer beneath the surface of his skin. If Agent Peña had set his sights on you then he had no chance. No one could resist that man's charms. He was relieved however to see that you remained blissfully unaware of the man’s attentions so he did his best to keep yours on him.

“They’ve done a wonderful job with the decorations huh?” He spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded eagerly in reply “You’re the most beautiful thing here though.”

“Oh shush Greg.” You chuckled, you’d never been very good at taking a compliment.

“No seriously.” He said as he gazed longingly at you “These last few months have been… Well they’ve been wonderful and I know you want to take things slow and that’s fine. Just know that when you are ready, I will make sure to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

You swooned at his statement but Javier scoffed and then as the narrative repeated in his mind he became intrigued. The two of you hadn’t slept together? How serious can you really be if you’ve never fucked? So he decided you were fair game. God help him, he was going to taste those lips before the night was done.

…

“Would you like another?” Javi asked you as he motioned to your empty glass.

You jumped at the sudden question, turning your head to see Javier Peña staring back at you. A mixture of thoughts and emotions rushed through you at once but the one that lingered was lust. The way the man opposite you was looking at you went straight to your core and you found you were losing yourself in his dark chocolate orbs.

“Oh uh… Yes please.” You fumbled, the shock of your current situation lingering.

“You look lovely.” He said sweetly as he motioned at the barman to refresh yours and his drinks “A little different to your usual get up.”

“How would you know what I usually wear?” You questioned, a little taken aback by his statement.

“I’ve seen you around.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders.

“Right.” You sniggered, taking a sip from your new drink “Thanks for the drink, Agent Peña.” You finished as you turned to leave only to be stopped by his hand grasping your arm.

“Call me Javi.’ He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Well, thank you again Javi but I must be getting back to my date.” Giving him a last nod you sauntered away, unable to miss the scowl plastered across Greg’s face.

“What did he want?” He asked as you came up beside him.

“He got me a drink.” You replied nonchalantly “That was all.”

“That isn’t all he wants from you.” He growled and your head shot back in shock at his change of tone.

“Greg, I am in no danger of attracting Javier Peña.” You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

“Have you seen how you look?” He snapped and you found yourself growing irritated.

“I have and I am not his type.” You spit “He’s only interested in slim, tall, perfect skinned beauties and I am none of those things Greg. You have nothing to worry about.”

Little did you know, he had plenty to worry about. As the evening went on the music started to die down and people began to say their goodnights, thinning the crowd down to the younger staff members of the embassy. Greg had remained possessive of you, noting how Javier would watch you as you danced with your friends or talked with other people from your department. He’d picked his prey and you were it. Greg, helpless to stop it.

“Would you like to dance Hermosa?” Came a deep voice from behind you and you shivered at the effect it had on you.

Turning you see Javier smiling down at you, his suit jacket long since discarded and tie also. He’d unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his golden skin beneath. Then suddenly your brain caught up with the rest of you and you shook your head as you looked back up at the man that was towering over you.

“I shouldn’t.” You replied, shaking your head as you looked around nervously “I should get back to Greg.”

“Greg is stuck in a deep conversation with a bunch of other accountants.” He countered, taking one of your hands in his “Just one dance. Will be perfectly innocent I promise.”

You tried to find another reason to say no, anything, but you were coming up blank and so you were unable to resist when he pulled you gently towards the dance floor. The song was slow, soft and you glanced around at the other couples close to each other, slowly swaying to the music.

“Relax.” The agent whispered against the shell of your ear and you shivered,

“Why are you doing this Javi?” You questioned, looking up into his eyes.

“Doing what?” He asked with a mildly bemused expression on his face.

“This. Dancing with me, paying me any form of attention.” You elaborated and his brow furrowed “We both know I’m not your type so this isn’t some ploy to get me to sleep with you, or at least I hope it's not. You’ve never spoken to me before tonight so why? What’s this all about?”

“How do you know what my type is?” He questioned, dark eyes watching you closely.

“Because I live across the hall from you and so have seen many of your conquests leave. All thin and beautiful which I am not.” You chuckled to yourself, glancing at Steve who watched the two of you.

“Well firstly, I think you are beautiful.” He stated and you rolled your eyes “Really, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you’re a smooth talker that’s good at getting women to fall in love with him.” He snorted at the, glancing at Steve a moment before returning his attention to you “I know I’m not beautiful.” You shrug “I came to terms with that a long time ago but I don’t like to be teased or played with. So if this is some sort of game or bet. Please don’t involve me.” You pleaded and Javier felt his heart ache a little that you’d think such a thing.

“This is no game Hermosa.” He said softly “I like you and I wanted to dance with you.” He continued, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek “That's all that is going on here.”

“You like me?” You questioned, unable to help the squeak in your voice.

He nodded as he smiled at you and then time seemed to stand still. Your eyes flitted to his lips as you gazed at each other, the world around you falling away as Javier Peña cupped your face and kissed you softly. You didn't react for a moment, shocked that this is even happening and then you responded, kissing him back as your hands gripped his wrists and when he pulled away, all eyes were on you.

“Can I take you home Hermosa?” He asked quietly as he gazed at you, smiling when you nodded in reply and then he was leading you out. Greg and the party were all forgotten.

…

“I hope you don’t expect me to sleep with you this evening.” You chuckled, smiling shyly at the man driving you.

“A man can always hope.” He replied, glancing at you a moment before returning his attention to the road.

“Well, I’m not that easy.” You stated, sticking your tongue out at him playfully which elicited a throating laugh from the agent "I like to be wooed first."

You loved his laugh. It brought you all new waves of pleasure to hear it but as your building seeped into view, along with a familiar-looking truck parked out front, the realisation hit you like a freight train.

“Oh my god.” You sobbed as you hopped out of his truck, clutching your middle as you cried.

“Hermosa what’s wrong?” Asked Javier, his tone panicked as he sprinted to your side.

“Greg.” You choked and he noticed you staring at the vehicle parked in front of his “I kissed you, and I left him there. What… Why would I do that?”

Javier pulls you into his arms, holding you as you cried over the relationship you know you had destroyed. He pulled you with him, taking you inside and into his apartment where he sat you down on his couch and poured you a drink.

“Thank you.” You hiccuped as you took the drink from him, staring at the glass as he sat beside you “I liked Greg.” You started, eyes not wavering from your glass “He was sweet. Liked me for me and I’d never had that before. All my previous boyfriends wanted one thing and I got burned so much I gave up on the idea that someone could want more with me.”

“You have to go through some hurt to find the right man.” Javier replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close “You’ll find him I’m sure. You deserve happiness.”

You sat there and talked for a little longer. Until your eyes were so heavy you could no longer keep them open and when Javier noticed you dosing off, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to his bed. He didn’t try anything. Just simply held you and it was the best sleep he’d had in years.

You had no idea you’d be the talk of the office when you returned from the holidays. Greg hadn’t spoken to you since that night and neither had Javi. You’d snuck out the next morning before he’d woken up, mortified that you’d fall asleep at his. You knew you hadn't had sex with him but you’d still slept with him and that brought on all kinds of different emotions. Did he like you the way you like him?

“So how was it?” Asked Kirsten as sat down at your desk, her eyebrows lifting.

“How was what?” You asked, your confusion evident in your features.

“Your hot night with agent Peña.” She elaborated and you almost choked on your coffee “You did fuck him right?”

“No, I didn’t.” You expelled, already feeling sick to the stomach at the realisation you were the talk of the office.

“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes at your denial “No one goes home with Javier Peña without him having his way with them. You’re so lucky.” She sighed “Although poor Greg left with his tail between his legs. No one blames you for going to the better dish though… Javi is quite the meal.”

You abruptly grabbed your bag and stood from your chair, not stopping to pick it up as it clattered on the stone floor. All you could think about was getting out of there, and fast. You couldn’t miss the sniggering as you swiftly left the office, only to be stopped by two hands grabbing your shoulders.

“Woah what's up?” Asked Greg as he pulled you to the side.

“I uh… everyone's laughing at me.” You sobbed, eyes skirting around and catching peoples stares.

“What did you expect when you went home with Agent Peña.” He scoffed and you looked up at him with a broken expression “All those months clearly meant nothing to you as you dropped your panties for him the moment he called.”

“What? No… I didn’t sleep with him.” You assured, head shaking tears loose from your eyes “I swear to you I didn’t. He kissed me and that’s it.”

“Didn’t see you pushing him away.” He growled and your stomach sank “Despite what you pulled, I still care about you so I will have a word with the others. Just try to keep your head down from now on yeah?”

You nodded, sniffing as you watched him walk away but as you looked around you could see that everyone was still looking at you, talking about you.

You needed to leave.

Your sprinted to the elevators, uncaring of anyone else's attention and pressed the button vigorously, willing it to arrive. You didn’t even look when it opened, just shuffled inside and pressed the button for the parking level. You’d explain later why you’d left.

“Everything okay?” Came a soft Southern voice and you turned your head to see Steve beside you “Rough day?”

“Putting it lightly.” You replied, letting out a watery chuckle as you threw your head into your hands.

“I told Javi to leave you alone. Fucking prick.”

“No this is all my fault.” You sobbed as you looked up at him “Javi was sweet. I should really talk to him but today isn’t the day. Right now I need to go home and wallow.”

“Well, you can do that together if you like.” He chuckled and you looked at him in confusion “He ended up taking today off.

“Right.” You replied as you pulled your bag tighter over your shoulder as you exited the lift and headed towards your car.

Maybe you should speak to him today.

…

You’d more or less talked yourself out of it by the time you'd made it back to your apartment building. You pulled into your allotted parking spot, sprinted up the stairs and made it to your front door, only to be stopped by a familiar voice.

“What are you doing back?” He asked and you turned to face him, noting how his brows were drawn together in concern.

“I uh… Well, let's just say I’m the talk of the office.” You replied plainly as you pulled out your key, desperate to escape this inevitable conversation.

“Why?” He asked and you looked at him again in amazement.

Did this guy seriously have no clue?

“Well, let's see Javi. I turned up at this year's Christmas party with Greg, the guy I was seeing and then left with you after you kissed me in front of all of our colleagues. Why do you think that I’m the subject for office gossip?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you awaited his response.

“We didn’t sleep together thought?”

“They don’t know that” You replied, rolling your eyes at him “So that’s what everyone assumed happened. That I waited months to take that step with Greg but one kiss from you and I give you what you want.”

“I’m sorry Hermosa.” He replied, his eyes taking on a sad puppy dog quality that immediately had your anger melting away.

“Why aren’t you at work today Javi?” You questioned as your body language relaxed and you turned to put your key in the door.

“One of my informants died.” He announced and you immediately turned to look at him “She uh… Well, she was ratted in by one of her colleagues. We found her last night mutilated and raped.”

“Oh Javi, I’m… I’m so sorry.” You replied as you gave him a sympathetic look, your heart breaking from the pain that was so evident on his face “Did you want to come in?” You asked innocently and he nodded, taking the hand you offered and following you inside.

Little did you know that this time, you really would give Javi what he wanted. You talked, you consoled each other, you kissed and then finally when the kissing became heated and passionate you fucked him, allowing your own troubles to be dissolved by pleasure. You allowed yourself to lose yourself in him and he buried himself in you to escape himself but when all was done and you lay their sated in his arms you started to wonder.

Maybe he did like you.

It doesn’t take long for word to spread around the office that you had fucked Javier Peña now. Someone else who lived in the building overhearing your activities and telling the entire office the following day so when you’d turned up the following feeling more relaxed, it was quickly ripped away from you.

“So decided to skive off for a fantastic fuck with Javi Peña eh?” Kirsten asked as she winked at you, the colour completely draining from your face “You lying slut though. I knew you were shagging him.”

“I uh…”

“Oh no use in denying it, you were heard. You’re apparently pretty vocal in the sack.” She sniggered as the other girls in the office started to chuckle along with her “Oh Javi.” She mocked “Oh Javi yes… just there-“

You left before she could finish her berating, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way through the halls to the bathrooms in the hope you could cry alone in there but sure enough, you were not to be so lucky. Greg grabbed you as you tried to scurry past but there was no sympathy in those blue orbs anymore, nothing but anger.

“You fucking slut.” He growled, eyes burning you “I courted you for months. Treated you right and the first moment you get you fuck man whore Peña?” He spat and you flinched at his outburst “You just used me. Did you even fucking like me?”

“Yes, Greg.” You sobbed, fat tears flowing freely now “I did like you... I do even. I like you a lot, I swear I didn’t use you.”

“But you couldn’t resist opening your legs for Javier Peña.” He growled, snarling at you as he watched your face crumble “You know he doesn’t commit so good luck regaining any credibility you had here.” He finished, leaving you sobbing in his wake.

You quickly sprinted through the halls, people's mocking laughter filling your ears but you just pushed forward. You looked up a moment and that's when you caught eyes with him, the man from which all this trouble had stemmed from and you stopped, giving him a hopeful look as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side.

“What's the matter?”

“You seriously the only person in the embassy not to hear the latest gossip?” You asked, noticing the genuine confusion that spread across his face.

“We were heard Javi.” You explained, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves “Someone heard us and has told everyone.” You sobbed, face leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek “But you can set everyone straight, tell them that this is different? I mean, it was different right?” You asked, eyes pleading for him to soothe your worries.

“Hermosa…” He trailed off as he dropped his hand and shook his head, your stomach dropping “Hermosa I-.”

“You said you like me.” You choked, eyes growing wide as you shook your head in disbelief “That I’m beautiful.”

“I do and you are.” He assured you “But I’m not a commitment guy.” He paused and you felt sick “What we did was just two friends comforting each other. Nothing more.”

You can’t believe it. How had you gone and done this again? You’d given yourself to someone body and soul only to be stomped on again. You were a fool and you knew it. There was never going to be a chance of Javier Peña want more than to bury himself in you. You were plain. Simple.

Ordinary.

You left without another word. Darting into the nearest bathroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach before crying yourself dry. When you did finally emerge you were called into your manager's office and were instantly told to take some time. You had some leave to take so they advised you to take it. Let the scandal die down a little. You couldn’t be the talk of the office forever.

So you do. You take the two months you accrued and you leave, numb the entire drive back to your apartment. You thought about going home, actually taking a vacation but then you’ve never been one for adventure. You don’t have anyone back home. No family or friends to speak of so you decide to spend it here. At home. Wallowing in your own self-pity.

2 months later…

Javier had noticed your absence and he’d also noticed that you never left your apartment. At least you never left it when he was around to see it. He knew you were due back today, one of the other secretaries informing him that your leave had ended so why weren’t you here? It wasn’t like you to be late. You were always in before most of the other office admins were, sipping your coffee as you went through your daily schedule.

No one else seemed to be worried about your absence. A few assuming you’d forgotten that you were due to come back but they were a little surprised when Agent Peña had started asking around for you. Everyone knew that things between you and him had crashed and burned, your very public refusal being the next hot topic for the weeks that followed. So when he came up short with your colleagues he went to your boss, his worry growing by the minute.

“I’m not sure why it matters to you where she is.” Stated your boss as they continued to skim through the paperwork in front of them “It’s because of you that she ended up taking leave.”

“I understand that but…”He paused a moment, trying to carefully plan what he needed to say “She lives opposite me. I’ve not seen her leave in two months or even heard a peep from her apartment. I know that her suffering is my doing but I do care about her well being.”

“Well, you should have thought about her well being before you dragged her name through the dirt.”

“Do you know where she is?” He growled, growing more and more impatient by the second.

“Yes, I do.” They replied plainly.

“So?”

“She’s in the hospital.” Javier’s eyes shot open, stomach dropping as he stared at the older woman across from him.

“What… what happened?” He asked although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“I can’t tell you that.” She stated and he let out a frustrated sigh

“Is she at least going to be okay?”

“She’s in a bad way.” She paused as she finally placed the documents in her hands down “If you want to see her I can’t stop you. Just know… it is very likely that she won’t want to see you.”

She told the agent where you were and watched as he left, knowing that deep down he had a right to know what had happened to put you there.

…

A few flashes of his badge and he was soon led to your room, stopping the doctor as he left your room and demanding he be told what was wrong. He could see that you were sleeping inside and he felt himself ease a little seeing that you weren’t bloody and beaten. So what was wrong?

“She was poisoned.” The doctor explained in Spanish and Javier felt his anxiety shoot through the roof again.

“Poisoned?” He asked “How? By who?”

“By herself.” The doctor stated and Javier’s stomach dropped.

Had he really hurt you that badly?

“She tried to terminate her pregnancy using an old home remedy.” The doctor elaborated and Javier jumped at that.

“Pregnancy?”

“Yes.” The doctor nodded “She is around 2 months pregnant.”

Javier knew instantly it was his and a mixture of emotions coursed through him. Why had you not come to him? Why did you feel like this was the right thing to do? If there was a baby involved he would do what was right. You had to know that right?

“She is sedated.” The doctor continued “The baby survived. The remedy did not work but it did nearly kill her. She was hysterical when she arrived. Begging us to save it.” He paused, glancing at you before returning his attention to Javier “I don’t think she really wanted to get rid of it. She was just desperate and scared. She should be okay though. We will continue to monitor her and the baby. ”

Javier nodded before stepping aside so the Doctor could leave. His mind was racing as he stepped inside of your hospital room and taking a seat at your side. He would wait. Wait until you woke up and he would talk to you. He needed to understand why you did this. Why you felt you had no other option.

…

You were shocked to find Peña dosing in the chair beside your bed when you woke up. How did he even know you were here? Your head was pounding and your mouth dry so you turned your head to find the bottle of water a nurse had brought you earlier, only to knock it when you went to grab it. The agent woke instantly and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t need his lecture right now.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed the bottle and opened it before bringing it to your lips “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged as you sipped the water, relishing how it soothed your sore throat and dry tongue. You nodded when you’d had your fill and watched as he screwed the lid back on and placed it back on the table.

“What are you doing her Javier?” You rasped and he flinched at your inquiry.

“I was worried about you.” He stated, sad eyes locking with yours “The doctor said you and the baby are going to be okay.” He said with a smile and your eyes started to water.

“So you know?”

“Yes.” He replied plainly “He also told me you tried to get rid of it.” He paused, stroking away a tear that escaped from your eye “Why?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t want it.” You replied, lip trembling as you spoke “And I didn't want to raise it on my own.” You paused, watching him process your words before you go for the jugular “Besides, I was just another one of your conquests. Can't go tarnishing your record and I’ve destroyed my reputation enough. Having your baby will just destroy whatever integrity I have left.”

“So what are you going to do?” He asks, stomach twisting.

“I’m going to leave Javier.” You said plainly “I will leave and I will raise this baby on my own. No one will ever need to know you have a bastard child with one of your many whores. I want nothing from you so you can go now.”

“Hermosa I-“

“Leave.” You growled, angry tears staining your cheeks “I’m giving you the out you want. Take it.”

Part 2

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4stars-uswnt · 4 years ago

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas [Lindsey Horan x Reader]

requested by anon: Bro you’re amazing!!! I was wonder if you could do one with Lindsey where Reader is like a badass military person who has been away for a long time and like surprises her at team dinner or something. And Tobin is totally in on it and helps reader out. Bonus if reader is totally soft for Lindsey.

A/N: thank you anon! you’re amazing for this request! i rly hope you enjoy it even tho it’s a lil on the short side :)

also check out some of the USWNT holiday vids:

Secret Santa, White Elephant, Caroling, Caroling pt 2

“Linds?” Emily snaps her fingers in front of her best friend’s face. “You there?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Lindsey shakes her head, pulling herself out of her daze.

“Well,” Sonnett drawls, “as I was saying, I have your sweater here.” The defender holds up an ugly Christmas sweater with snowmen and reindeer adorning it.

“My sweater?”

“Remember? We’re all matching!” Emily exclaims. The youngsters and Kelley had all planned on wearing matching sweaters to the USWNT’s holiday party that this was evening.

“Oh, yeah,” Lindsey sighs with realization, her thoughts still miles away. Noticing her friend’s distant eyes, Emily’s face softens.

“Lindsey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she huffs. “I just miss (Y/N) so much, and I wish she was here to celebrate Christmas with me.”

The blonde defender feels her heartbreak for her friend. “Linds, I know she misses you just as much as you miss her, probably even more.”

The two women both let out a soft laugh at that, as you were completely smitten with your girlfriend.

“And I know,” Emily continues, “that she wishes she could be here with you too.” She reaches out to squeeze Lindsey’s hand.

The midfielder nods and gives the other woman a small smile. “Thanks, Em.”

“Anytime,” Sonnett says with sincerity lacing her voice. “Now, put on your sweater. We have a party to go to!”

Lindsey just laughs at her friend’s antics, as the defender jumps up from the bed and heads out the door. After pulling on the ugly Christmas sweater, Lindsey glances down at her phone, staring longingly at the photo of you and her on her lock screen, before heading down to the conference room.

—————

As you slide into the backseat of an Uber, you feel your phone vibrate, as a text from Tobin appears on your screen.

Tobin:

Hey u on ur way?

(Y/N):

Yup, leaving the airport rn

Tobin:

👍🏼 we’re about to start white elephant

We’ll be in a conference room so j text me when ur here and I’ll meet you in the lobby.

(Y/N):

Will do. Thanks Tobes

Shutting off your phone, you turn your attention to outside your window, taking in the streets of Denver you’d missed so much.

For the past year, you’d been deployed overseas in Afghanistan, meaning, except for the Skype calls and the occasional letters, you haven’t seen your girlfriend, Lindsey, in almost thirteen months. But now, after few complications on your last tour, you had been honorably discharged and were now on your way to surprise Lindsey at her national team camp.

The last time you spoke with your girlfriend, you had told her that you wouldn’t be able to spend Christmas with her, but you after hearing the news you’d be able to go home, you schemed with Tobin to surprise the blonde midfielder.

So here you are, sitting in an Uber, stilled dressed in your green camouflage uniform and combat boots, on your way to the DoubleTree hotel in downtown Denver to crash the USWNT’s white elephant party.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Tobin joins her teammates in the conference room, where there’s decorations all around and presents on the front table.

Seeing that everyone has arrived, Megan gets up from her set and moves to the front of the room, where she starts to give some instructions. “Alright, everybody, we’re gonna get started. Did everyone pick up a number on their way in?”

The girls nod, waving their slips of paper in the air, a chorus of yeses wave amongst the crowd.

“Okay, the rules are simple. When it’s your turn, you can either go up and pick a gift from the table,” She gestures to the table crowded with bags and wrapped boxes. “Or you can steal someone else’s gift who picked before you.”

“And you can only steal before you pick a gift,” Becky adds, earning a couple snickers from the veterans, as they remember HAO’s mishap all those years ago.

“Yes.” Pinoe nods. “And if your gift is stolen, you then have the option to steal or pick another one. Everyone got it?”

With no objections, she claps her hands. “Alright, let’s get started. Who’s got number one?”

Tierna raises her hand and gets up from her seat. “Me.” The young defender approaches the table and scans the selection of gifts, before ultimately picking a small rectangular box wrapped in polka dotted paper.

“What is it?” Kelley calls out, eagerly bouncing in her seat.

“Trader Joe’s chocolate,” Tierna reveals, waving the gift for all to see.

This routine continues down the line of women, the first steal not coming until number 10, when Ash decides to steal Mal’s scarf.

As Sonnett, who had number 13, one before Lindsey’s, picks out a gift, Tobin feels her phone vibrate.

(Y/N):

Here in the lobby.

Tobin:

👍🏼 cool. I’ll come get you in a sec. it’s Lindsey’s turn next.

“Who’s next?” Emily shouts, as she returns to her seat with the phone case she’d unwrapped.

“Me.” Lindsey gets up and makes her way towards the table. But before she can pick a present, Tobin stops her.

“Wait, I forgot to put my gift up there.”

Many of the women who had already chosen voiced their displeasure and annoyance.

“What? Come on, Tobin, seriously?” Kelley exclaims.

“We already started! You can’t just add your gift into the mix now.” Emily whines.

“Chill, you guys.” Tobin just smirks. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Lindsey would’ve stolen this gift if any of you had chosen it.”

Sonnett just mutters something under her breath, still not satisfied that she’d missed out on another gift option.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t pick yet,” Tobin tells the younger midfielder, pointing at her.

Quickly, Tobin jogs out to the lobby, where you’re standing awkwardly with your duffle bag on the floor next to you.

“(Y/N)!” She calls out to you from across the room. Hearing your name, you eyes perk up, and you smile upon seeing your friend. As Lindsey’s girlfriend of almost three years, you’d spent quite a lot of time in Portland, meaning you’d gotten quite close to the older woman.

“Hey, Tobes.” You pull her in for a hug.

“Missed you, (Y/N/N).”

“I missed you too, T,” you say, nerves evident in your voice.

Sensing your nerves, Tobin chuckles. “You ready to see your girlfriend?”

You just nod, unable to find the words to describe the emotions you’re feeling.

“Well, come on then.”

As the two of you make your way down the hallway, you can hear the loud voices and laughter of the team, and you feel the anticipation bubbling up inside you. But when you approach the door to the conference room, you push down whatever nerves you have, as you catch a glimpse of your girlfriend and hear the sound of her voice for the first time in a little over a year.

“I’m back,” Tobin announces. “And with my gift this time. I hope—”

Before the midfielder can finish, Lindsey spots you over Tobin’s shoulder and lets out a scream.

“Oh my gosh!”

A wide smile breaks out across your face, as you drop your bag to the ground and open your arms. Lindsey immediately runs across the room and crashes into you, bringing you in for a bone-crushing hug.

As she buries her face in your neck, you can feel tears wetting your skin. Cradling Lindsey’s head, you whisper sweet nothings into her ear, tears pooling in your own eyes.

“I’ve missed you, Linds. I love you so so much. Shh, baby, I’m here now.”

Lifting her head to look at you, Lindsey breathes in adoration and shock, her eyes teary. “How?”

“I’ve been honorably discharged,” you explain, as you brush the blonde hair out of her face, taking the time to admire your girlfriend. “So I’m home for good. So long as you’ll have me?”

Lindsey just shakes her head in disbelief and lets out a wet chuckle before connecting your lips. You melt into the kiss, ignoring the cheers and whistles from the women around you, as you revel in the feeling of Lindsey’s body against yours.

Pulling back, you grin. “Gosh, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” She pecks your lips again. “So much.”

“C’mon.” You take her hand, intertwining your fingers. “Let’s go sit and celebrate.”

As she leads you back to her seat, the rest of the team, who you’ve also gotten to know quite well, stop you for smiles and hugs of their own.

“Welcome home, (Y/N).” Ashlyn slaps your back, squeezing your shoulder.

“Thanks, Ash.”

“(Y/N)!!” Emily shouts, hopping onto your back.

You laugh at the defender’s childish behavior. “Come on, Sonny, get off.”

“Fine,” she pouts, jumping down, before hugging you. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, Em,” you whisper.

Once you sit down, Lindsey plops herself down in your lap. Instead of protesting, you just chuckle and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss to her neck.

“I love you, Linds.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” she hums, relaxing into your embrace. “My very own Christmas miracle.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #lindsey horan imagines #uswnt #lindsey horan

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highonchocolate · 4 years ago

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One More Cup of Coffee

ML Secret Santa for @togetherwekill! Happy Holidays :D

@mlsecretsanta

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The Queer Cafe: A Safe Space for LGBTQ+ People. All are welcome!

Spoiler stared down at the cafe from her perch on a nearby rooftop. Black Bat crouched beside her, silent and still as ever, her only movement the flutter of her cape in the wind. The little shop was located in Amusement Mile, just on the outskirts of Crime Alley. Quite an interesting location for a cafe.

Logically, since it posed no threat, they should have moved on in their patrol route a while ago, but something was keeping her rooted to the spot. As cliche as it sounds, it was as if the Universe wanted her to go inside.

Looking over at her partner, Spoiler indicated the still-open shop. “Wanna check it out? Patrol’s slow tonight.”

Black Bat paused for a moment, considering the question, before nodding once. “Fast.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll make it fast.” She jumped down from the building, landing in front of the door in a flash of purple. Black Bat followed, a silent shadow beside her.

She pulled open the door, and the heavenly scent of baked goods and coffee hit her nose. “Oh my gosh,” She moaned longingly. “That smells amazing.” She quickly walked (not ran, good vigilantes don’t run when they smell delicious food) inside, hand clasped around Black Bat’s to drag her in as well. The cheery jingle of the bell above the door chimed once, twice, and the two baristas at the counter looked up at the noise. One was male, with black hair frosted a light teal at the tips, and the other was female, with blond hair and blue eyes. “I don’t understand why I can’t be on the morning shift with Nettie and Kagami!” The blonde one was complaining as they approached the counter.

“Chloé, we all know that if you were in the morning shift, you would be cranky as hell because you had to get up at six. Don’t even try and deny it.” The man laughed. “Besides, you just want to be with your girlfriend while she works.”

“..Maybe.” The girl, Chloé, grumbled in reply, crossing her arms petulantly.

Noticing Spoiler and Black Bat, they immediately stopped chatting and turned to the counter.

“Hello. How may I help you?” The blue haired man smiled as they approached. His eyes were unnaturally teal, and they seemed to flash as they made eye contact. He radiated tranquillity, as opposed to Chloé, who seemed to have a loud, crackling energy that demanded your attention, and tugged at you until you noticed her presence.

“Hey, uh, Luka.” Spoiler squinted at his name tag. “Could I get a cup of coffee, with cream and sugar?”

“Sure.” He turned away to prepare her order, humming softly as he worked.

“What would you like?” Chloé turned to face Black Bat, a customer service smile plastered on her face.

Black Bat said nothing, opting to remain quiet in the face of this stranger, sizing her up and analyzing her body language to get a read on her character.

At her silence, Chloé’s smile turned a bit more real, electric blue eyes softening as she pointed to a sign next to the display case.

All our employees are fluent in ASL, French, and English. Let us know if you speak a different language!

Black Bat scanned it briefly, before nodding once and lifting her hands to sign. ‘Black coffee, please.’

‘No cream or sugar?’ Chloé signed back.

‘Sugar, no cream.’

‘Okay, You can head down there and wait,’ she indicated the other end of the counter, ‘your order will be completed shortly.’

“Thank you.” Spoiler spoke, cringing at how her words broke the calm silence that had come with their nonverbal conversation.

Chloé gave her a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

—-

They were silent as they grappled back home. When they had showered and eaten, Stephanie turned to Cass who was curled up beside her one the couch. “What’d you think of that cafe?” She asked quietly, running her fingers through dark hair, still damp and smelling faintly of flowers from her earlier shower.

Cass hummed thoughtfully, head resting on Steph’s shoulder. “Safe. Trustworthy.” She paused. “Go back in the morning?”

Steph smiled down at her. “Yeah, I’d like that. Maybe they have waffles.” She said hopefully, wiggling excitedly at the thought.

Cass laughed quietly, turning her head and pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. Standing, she offered a hand and pulled Steph up. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah, I can get behind that.” She yawned, swatting away the blond strands of hair hanging in her face. “Lead the way, babe.”

—-

They woke up a few hours later, cuddled together in a mess of limbs underneath the warm blanket. Yawning, Cass gently untangled herself from Steph’s grip, before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

By the time she walked back out in black tights and a matching sweatshirt, Steph was awake, blonde hair a tangled mess on her head. She snuggled deeper into her blanket as Cass approached, stubbornly keeping her eyes shut. Cass’ lips quirked into a smile at her adorably grumpy look.

“Come.” She kissed her nose gently, “Going to cafe.”

Steph grumbled out a sleepy reply, eyes finally opening.

“Gimme,” She yawned, “Fifteen minutes, Cass.” Another yawn. “And then we can go.”

Cass beamed down at her, giving her another kiss-on the cheek this time- before heading downstairs.

True to her word, Stephanie came downstairs fifteen minutes later, clad in warm black leggings and a white top, purple cardigan thrown around her shoulders.

“Let’s go!” She grinned, earlier tiredness replaced with her usual vibrant energy.

Cass smiled back, already straddling her sleek black motorcycle. Seeing her girlfriend’s ride, Steph immediately hopped onto her matching purple bike, revving the engine and following behind as they weaved through the busy streets.

They stopped in front of the familiar storefront, the charming sign proudly declaring it was ‘Open for Business’

The bell above the door once again heralded their arrival with a loud chime. This time there were two women at the counter. They could have been mistaken for twins with their matching heads of raven hair, if it wasn’t for their different colored eyes and facial structure. Interestingly, when one of them shifted, her sleeve moved, revealing a hexagonal tattoo on her inner wrist. Cass immediately noticed it, nudging Steph softly in the side, and she immediately committed its whorls and lines to memory. Thankfully it didn’t seem to match any of the gang symbols she knew of, which was a relief. The food here was so good she’d hate to have to fight the owners in some turf war next week or something.

“Hello!” The one with the tattoo grinned at them, otherworldly sapphire eyes gleaming. What was it with these people and their strange eyes? “What would you like today?”

“Coffee, cream with no sugar.” Cass said, spine straight, gaze unwavering. Assessing. The other woman didn’t even flinch in the face of her stare, choosing to smile, even as a pink flush crept over her cheeks. Her name tag read Marinette.

“Of course! Would you like anything else?”

“Bagel, please.”

“Okay.” Some hair had fallen out of her messy bun, and she tucked it behind her ear as she turned to Steph. “What would you like?”

“Uh, do you have waffles?” Steph blurted out, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

“We do! Would you like any toppings?”

“Um, just whipped cream and chocolate syrup, if you don’t mind.” She fought the urge to fidget.

Why was she getting so nervous?! It wasn’t her first time meeting a pretty girl! Besides, she already had a girlfriend.

‘But Cass said she would be open to three, remember?’ A traitorous voice whispered in her mind.

She squashed it down. Marinette probably wasn’t even interested in her, much less the two of them.

“No problem. Do you want a drink with that or is water good?”

“Water’s fine, thank you.”

“And can I have a name for your order?”

“Oh, it’s Stephanie. Stephanie Brown.”

Marinette smiled, “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Feel free to take a seat in the meantime!”

She walked over to a vacant table with two seats and plopped down in one, allowing her head to thunk down on the table with a groan. She heard Cass slide into the seat across from her, and felt her warm hand grip her own. “Was pretty.” Cass said quietly, noticing her blush. “Maybe…?”

She allowed the question to hang in the air as Steph lifted her head to look over at her. “Those eyes,” she said reverently. “I think I’m in love.”

Cass shot her an answering grin, answering the unspoken question hovering over their heads. Yes, She seemed to say. I would be okay with both of you.

“You sure?” Steph breathed out hopefully. After all, she had been the one to suggest the idea of a third in the first place.

“Yes.” She nodded firmly. Anything else they were going to say was cut off by the arrival of their food.

“Here you go!” Marinette smiled cheerily, setting two plates down.

“Thank you, this looks amazing!” Stephanie told her enthusiastically, the warm scent of just baked waffles rising to her nose, mixing pleasantly with the smells of bagels and coffee.

“Smells good. Thank you.” Cass smiled up at her, watching as she flushed from their compliments.

“Oh, thank you! Enjoy!” She smoothed down her skirt and walked back to the counter with a smile.

—-

Before Steph knew it, they were going to that little cafe nearly every day, and although she tried to deny it, she knew it was because they both had the smallest crush on a certain ravenette. But Marinette clearly did not like their presence, if the way she would turn red (flushed or angry?) and begin to stutter or ramble whenever they were within ten feet of each other was any indication.

She also seemed to get more worked up whenever they stopped by, seeing as she once dropped an entire plate of tiramisu when they walked in through the door. Not to mention all the other times it happened, whether it was dumping a batch of flour over her head, or spilling coffee on her apron, but it only served to make her that much sweeter in their eyes.

Of course, Adrien, another barista with blond hair and a forest green gaze, was quick to reassure the both of them that Marinette was a hopeless bisexual disaster, and she would always turn fire engine red and trip over her words (and feet) whenever she had a crush on someone.

After that, it was easy for them to ask her out.

“Hey Steph, hey Cass!” She laughed nervously. “What can I get you for today?”

Cass, straight to the point as always, stepped forward and looked her in the eyes. “Your number.”

It was comical how fast her face turned red. “What?”

“Could we get your number, Mari?” Steph repeated, refusing to waver.

“I didn’t think you were interested-uh are you sure?” She spluttered.

“Yes,” They said in unison, ignoring how Adrien was cheering in the background.

“Oh wow, um okay, sure!” She tucked her hair behind her ears nervously, grabbing a pink sticky note and scribbling down a set of numbers in looping cursive.

“Thanks Mari,” Steph grinned, “We’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Oh! Um, yeah!” She waved as they walked out of the store. And continued waving, a lovestruck grin on her face.

“Bug, you can put your hand down now,” Adrien laughed.

“Oh my god Adrien!” She let her head drop into her palms, “That was a disaster! On a scale from ‘you’ll be fine’ to ‘never show your face in public again,’ how bad was it?”

“I think it was pretty good, considering they’re both coming back tomorrow, and they asked you for your number,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Is there some romance in our Mari’s future?”

“Wait, were they both flirting with me?!” She shrieked, suddenly jolting up from her slumped position. “Was that them asking me on a date?!”

“How would I know? Romance is over my head.” He shrugged. “Ask Chloé if you need help with that kinda thing.”

“Oh my god,” She groaned, sliding down in her seat. “I’m hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love!”

—-

Soon enough, the two of them were regulars at the little cafe, in both their civilian and vigilante lives.

Cass would spend hours listening t o Luka’s music, the two of them communicating in a language only they seemed to understand.

Stephanie and Chloé also grew close, their loud personalities and similar temperaments often prompting people to ask if they were twins, or sisters.

Spoiler and Adrien hit it off as well, joking back and forth with each other as he prepared her order at ungodly hours of the morning, sunshine smile ever present.

Kagami and Black Bat, as unlikely a pairing as it seemed, also bonded over fighting styles, and their shared determination to get things done.

Group movie nights, random get togethers, spontaneous trips to the mall, soon the two of them couldn’t imagine life without the crazy group of five that had somehow become such a major part of their lives.

—-

And one winter night, as they cuddled together on Cass’ couch, Marinette told them of nineteen gods, bound to jewelry, and how time and time again heroes rose to protect the world. She spoke of a temple burned to ash, a sacred duty passed down from Master to Apprentice, and a tale of a corrupted brooch and how a man's undying love for his wife drove him to darkness.

And after she finished her tale, silver tears glistening on her cheeks from the memories she had relived, Steph and Cass pulled her closer, clutching her tightly; and recounted their stories to her, whispering to her of swinging through the city at night, watching from the shadows high above, and battling in the name of justice.

As she snuggled deeper into her girlfriends’ warm embrace, Stephanie couldn’t help but be grateful for the small pull of fate that had led her into a coffee shop at two in the morning.

Nothing could possibly ruin this.

Until her phone chimed with texts from Dick, Alfred, Bruce, and Tim asking her what, exactly, she thought she was doing, and why she was in a random apartment near Crime Alley.

So that’s what they forgot...

#maribat #miraculous ladybug secret santa #coffee shop au #marinette dupain cheng #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #luka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #chloe bourgeois #adrien agreste #bisexual marinette dupain cheng #disaster marinette dupain cheng #lgbtq+#romance #fluff #fxfxf #marinettexcassxstephanie

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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As you command my king

TV SHOW GAME OF THRONES

COUPLE BRAN STARK X READER

RATING SEXY AF

I Smiled as I stood looking out across kings landing the curtains billowing around me as the sea wind blew though, my little dress barely staying on in the wind even if there wasn't much of it anyway,

"Y/n?" I heard so I turned to see the bed in the king's chamber where Brandon sat up against the headboard naked in the bed the sheets covering below his waist

"Yes my king?" I smiled putting my hands behind my back innocently

"Come away from the window" he says "come stand in your usual spot" he smirked I smiled trying to hide my blush

"As you command my king" I cooed bowing my head, stepping slowly and playfully over to the foot of his bed making sure as I stepped I flashed my ass at him where my skirt parted in places, he smirked at me so I leant against the bedpost trying to look seductive.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Fetch me a drink would you?"

"As you command my king" I nodded bowing slightly and going to the table by the door where wine and food sat I took the silver goblet with the sculpted werewood tree in the metal filling it with wine, I walked back over holding the goblet in two hands as I stepped close to his bedside, I bowed going to my knees at his bedside inches from him he nodded back to me so I moved the goblet to his lips letting him drink never parting his eyes from me, he moved back so I took the goblet away setting it on the side by his bed, I got up and returned to my spot unable to escape his eyes

"Y/n?" He called

"Yes my king?"

"I'd like my breakfast" he suggested I nodded going back to the table getting a bowl of grapes I went over and went to kneel but he grabbed my arm pulling me to sit over his lap, he laid down expectantly and I blushed hard he would open his mouth and I would playfully feed him until the bowl was empty so I climbed off and returned to my spot by the bedpost "y/n?" He growled

"Yes my king?" I blushed

"Your top." He says

"Yes my king?" I repeated

"Remove it" he ordered as he sat up on his arms I blushed hard trying to hide my face, I undid the few times that held my top unbuckling my leather straps slipping it off my shoulders leaving me naked above the waist and with little but a cloth sorry with slits to cover my bottom half. He bit his lip his eyes taking in every sight he could staring longingly at my breasts, his hands gripping his sheets desperately,

"Does this please you my king?"

"It does" he smirked "I request from now on. You shall wear this dress without your top, when we are alone"

"As my king command's" I nodded

"You are such a perfect little thing aren't you,"

"Am I my king?"

"Ummmm your beautiful, deletable, and you never say no" he smirked "y/n?" He growled Agressively

"Yes my king" I bowed

"Your skirt." He growled "remove it"

"As you command my king" I bowed u doing the few ties that held up my skirt letting it drop, he looked at me harshly I knew he wanted me, the buldge in the covers proved that, he summoned me with his index finger I nodded and walked slowly making sure to sway and move slow enough to let him watch my tits bounce and my booty jiggle, he looked as if, if he could, he would have taken me there and then.

"Sit apon the lap of your king" he demanded I smiled innocently climbing into his lap the sheets between us but I felt all seven of his stiff inches below the covers "I made... Such a good choice" he smirked

"You think so my king?"

"I do" he nods "of all the women in westeros, I could choose but one" he smirked his hand begining to play with my hair, then moving slowly and seductively down my body "to be my royal concubine" he finished desperately trying to stop his hand from touching somewhere he wanted to touch "I made a very, very good choice" he smirked slapping my ass "perhaps I shall make her my queen"

"Perhaps my king" I nodded bowing my head to avoid those chocolate eyes he smirked and pulled my head by my chin to see him

"Y/n?"

"Yes my king?"

"... Kiss me"

"As you command my king" I nodded wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his soft chilled lips he kissed back egarly, pulling me closer with every second more until he pulled back resting his head on my own

"Y/n. My darling.... Fuck me princess" he ordered

"Umm yes brandon" I smirked pushing him down on his bed and pulling back the covers...

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ddagent · 4 years ago

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Hiii if hot Instagram dad Jaime maybe decided he wanted to do some fun maiden day activities to post onto his account and dragged long suffering Brienne into it, I would love that. (I will die for that universe)

Thank you so much for the prompt, Anon! This is not *quite* what you asked for; consider it a mild reboot of the insta!dad Jaime ‘verse. I hope you enjoy it all the same.

“This is a passenger announcement. Flight 8OATH7 to Storm’s End is delayed. Please check the departures board for further information.”

Brienne let out an almighty groan that was shared between her and the other passengers wanting to leave Braavos. A quick glance to the departures board showed that the two-minute adjustment in departure time had now extended a full two hours. Several of her fellow passengers headed off to the bar or duty-free shops. Brienne just slumped into her seat. At least it wasn’t Sevenmas she was missing. Just Maiden’s Day.

Oh, but she was really looking forward to spending Maiden’s Day with Jaime.

Slipping her phone out of her pocket, Brienne scrolled to Home and pressed the call button. After a few rings, a confident little voice answered. “Lannister-Tarth residence. This is Catelyn speaking. Who are you?”

Brienne felt herself beaming at her eldest daughter’s phone manner. “Cat, it’s Mummy. Is Daddy around?”

“Mummy! When are you coming back? We miss you!”

“I miss you too, Little Lion. I’ll be home soon. Can you put Daddy on?”

“Sure.”

There was a clunk, then a long pause, before Jaime came on the phone. Excited babbles came over the line, and Brienne could just envision Jaime in their foyer at Evenfall, holding their youngest in his arms. “Hey. Everything okay?”

“Not great. I’m stuck in Braavos; there’s not a flight out for at least two hours. I don’t think I’m going to get home today.”

“It’s okay, Brienne. We can celebrate Maiden’s Day tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Ending the call, Brienne settled back into the uncomfortable plastic seat made for a person at least a foot shorter than her. The other passengers were on their phones, playing games such as Angry Dragons or Game of Tarts; more than a few were scrolling through social media. Brienne followed suit. She opened up her ravenmail account and replied to a few emails; the university wanting an update on her latest findings. Unfortunately, the Braavosi artefacts she had been sent to authenticate were frauds. After she’d done that and sent a text to her Dad, asking him to check in on Jaime and the kids, she went to open up her own accounts. That’s when she heard it.

“—I guess we’ll have to celebrate another night. Sweetling, we love you, and I can’t wait for you to get home.”

Two seats down were three young women dressed for sun and fun rather than Brienne’s ill-fitting business suit. They were staring longingly at one of their phones. “He is just so hot. He’s such a great dad and clearly an amazing husband.”

“Did you see the snap of him doing topless push-ups with his kids on his back? Oh-em-gee, I nearly died.”

“What about the one at the zoo? All tanned and muscular picking his daughter up to look at the lion cage? He is hot a-eff. I swear, every time I look at his Quip feed, my ovaries hurt.”

The three young women continued to drool over Brienne’s husband, or the hot Dad at kingofthe_pride. He’d had the Quip account since Catelyn was born, wanting to show off adorable pictures of their baby girl while he was a stay-at-home-dad. The account had grown popular as Jaime was earnest, loving, and downright gorgeous. Users on Quip had followed him from being a first-time Dad to looking after their boy, Brynden, and their youngest, Joanna. It brought in a little sponsorship money and a lot of unwelcome DMs. He screenshotted her the best ones, along with some personal pics just for her.

Loading Quip, Brienne found Jaime’s most recent story. He was in their garden, Joanna climbing on his shoulder while the other two gathered round to stare at the phone. “So, I just got a call from my wife that she’s stuck in an airport departure lounge and won’t be able to come home tonight. Which is a shame, because these three cubs were going to stay at Grandad’s.”

Jaime offered the camera a sultry wink that would melt most women. Hells, Brienne had been married to him for nine years, and she was still a puddle! “I guess we’ll have to celebrate another night. Sweetling, we love you, and I can’t wait for you to get home.”

All three of their children waved at the camera; Brynden and Ser Roar blowing her a kiss. It disappeared onto the next story – Jaime’s sister, Cersei, wine tasting at her vineyard in Dorne – before Brienne clicked back to his account. There was another post already.

“Oh–em–gee, they’re making Maiden’s Day cards together.”

The picture was, in fact, in the children’s playroom. The large mahogany table that had once sat knights of old was now covered in card, glitter, and felt tip pens. Jaime’s shoulder-length hair was pulled off his face, his grin wide and bright, as Joanna helped him pour sapphire-blue glitter into the shape of a heart. Brynden was working on his letters in his own handmade Maiden’s Day card. Catelyn was drawing something else.

kingofthe_pride: Couldn’t get to the shops, B. Handmade okay?

Brienne chuckled, especially at the next picture of Jaime holding up Catelyn’s drawing of Ser Galladon of Morne and his sword.

kingofthe_pride: Little Lion misunderstood the task. Think you might enjoy it better than mine.

Already the picture had a ton of likes and plenty of comments. Brienne tried to avoid deciphering the string of emojis following several of them; instead, she focused on the smiles of her husband and children. An email from the university diverted her attention, but, when she returned, there was another post from Jaime.

kingofthe_pride: All your partner wants for M-Day is flowers, chocolates, and a sword.

It was a photo of Jaime in the Evenfall museum on Tarth; a crimson bow attached to the exhibit glass holding Oathkeeper. Brienne barked out a laugh, startling a few nearby passengers including the young women who had been drooling over her husband. The next few posts were equally touching: Jaime and the children making flower crowns (#myqueenofloveandbeauty); Jaime and the children making chocolate cupcakes (#knight-feast).

Shaking her head, Brienne opened up her messenger app and found her husband’s name.

B: I love you. Ser Husband: I know. I’m very lovable. B: And modest. Ser Husband: Well, that picture of me with a flower crown has over 600 likes already. Ser Husband: I just wanted to lift your spirits while you’re stuck in a dingy airport lounge. B: You did. Thank you ♥ Ser Husband: Would you like a kingofthe_pride exclusive? B: Always.

The next photo was a selfie. Jaime was in her study; the last of the afternoon light streaming in and highlighting the blonde in his hair and the crow’s feet around his eyes. The angle was off: there were no pixels of his muscular arms or tight abs. He was just a forty-year-old Dad taking a poorly aimed selfie, and staring at the camera with so much love it made her heart ache.

B: I miss you. Ser Husband: I miss you, too.

“This is a passenger announcement. Flight 8OATH7 to Storm’s End is now boarding Please check your ticket information and proceed to Gate 14.”

B: See you soon x

#Anonymous #braime #jaime x brienne #ship: braime #mine: paragraph prompts #brienne is clearly 'ser wife' in his phone

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lawslessons · 4 years ago

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Zoro x Luffy - Sweetest Gift of All

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dears! I hope this day has been sweet to you all and I hope you have an amazing time. I decided to be a little self indulgent today with this, so do forgive me for that. But without any further wait, I hope you enjoy! Warnings: None

Synopsis: Chocolate? Zoro found himself looking around town for the perfect chocolate for Luffy to express how much he meant to him. But unable to make his decision soon enough, the swordsman found that sometimes a gift from the heart means more than any material gift.

“This island is kinda strange,” Nami mused as she walked through the colorful street. The roads were lined with red bricks, and pink hearts lingered on the side of the buildings that were there. All of the merchants were singing and smiling, everyone had little boxes of hearts in their hands and were trying to get people to purchase their wares.

“Come here, miss! I have the best deals on chocolates!”

“No! Come here! I have a sale on my chocolate strawberries!” Another merchant said as they tried to capture Nami’s attention. She looked over at the merchants who were howling at her and tilted her head.

“Excuse me, what’s this all for? Why is everything so… lovey?” She asked them. The merchants all looked at one another in surprise and looked over at the women and the rest of the group.

“You don’t know what it is?” One of the merchants asked as he put his boxes of chocolate down on the ground.

“Hmm, no,” Luffy said as he rubbed his chin with a small pout on his face. “What is this all for? Can I have the chocolate?” Luffy asked with a big smile on his face. The merchants all looked aghast at what they were saying.

“It’s about love, can’t you see?” The merchant asked, the merchant pointed towards some of the couples that were there. They were holding hands, kissing cheeks and handing one another these heart shaped boxes filled to the brim with sweet chocolates.

“Love?” Sanji asked, he then looked around, and after a brief pause, he gasped. “Single ladies!” He screeched as he went to run after the women he saw standing alone. Zoro scoffed and looked away from him.

“Stupid cook,” Zoro grumbled. He watched as the rest of the crew bought some chocolate for one another and began to hand it out. Chopper got some for Robin and Nami, Usopp got some for ammo and Sanji bought as much as he could to give to the women he could find.

“Are you going to get chocolate for anyone?” Nami asked the swordsman. Zoro glanced over at Luffy who was buying quite a few boxes of chocolate for himself to eat throughout the day.

“No,” Zoro mumbled as he looked away from his captain. Nami noticed how Zoro looked at their captain and sympathetically sighed at him.

“Why not? You obviously want to,” Nami pointed out to him. Zoro tensed and looked away from the money hungry woman.

“No, no I don’t,” Zoro defended as he started to walk in the opposite direction of where they were all supposed to be going.

“You’re walking the wrong way!” Chopper yelped as he went to run after Zoro to get him back on track. “Zoro! I got some chocolate for you!” Chopper chirped as he handed a small box of the sweets to the swordsman. Zoro looked at his tiny friend in surprise and felt his cheeks pink as he accepted the chocolate from him. He wasn’t expecting to receive a token of friendship like this, he looked down at Chopper and saw how he smiled, that was enough to make his heart melt.

“T-Thanks,” Zoro stammered out as he looked at the elegant and cute box he was holding. He then glanced over at Luffy who was sitting by the stand eating as much chocolate as he possibly could. That was when Zoro decided to make it his mission to get Luffy the best possible chocolate he could, the most too. “I’ll be back later,” Zoro suddenly said before he went to venture off to hopefully find something, or someone to help him accomplish his task. The first merchant he stopped at smiled when he saw the swordsman.

“Ah! Are you looking for chocolate for your sweetheart?” He asked Zoro. Zoro sheepishly looked away and blushed, he didn’t think he could call his captain that, after all, nothing was set in stone.

“I guess you could say that,” Zoro mumbled while the merchant smiled.

“Well, you’re in luck! I have the sweetest chocolate here on the island, here! Try!” The merchant insisted as he shoved a piece of the chocolate in Zoro’s mouth. Zoro ate the candy in surprise and felt his mouth beginning to hurt from how absurdly sweet it was. Zoro cringed as he swallowed it, maybe this was too sweet for the captain.

“Thanks, but I think I’m going to have to pass.” Zoro said with a small bow before he went to try and find another stall. That was when the swordsman heard someone singing in the stall that was closest to him. He glanced over at the stall owner and went over to her and saw her trying to sell her chocolate with her beautiful voice.

“A sweet song for a bitter treat?” the woman winked, she held out a small piece of chocolate for the swordsman to try. Zoro took the chocolate and tasted it. Instantly his cheeks caved in and his lips pursed as he tried to process the bitter chocolate flavor that was in his mouth.

“Bleh!” Zoro cringed as he swallowed the chocolate and tried to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. The woman pouted at Zoro’s reaction but didn’t look upset by it.

“Your love is new, isn’t it? Then bitter chocolate isn’t right for you. I suggest you try that stall over there,” the woman said as she pointed to a stall that was a little ways away from her. “But you better hurry, most of the stalls are beginning to close because the day is almost over,” the woman explained before she went back to singing her operatic song. Zoro tensed and quickly looked around and noticed how the stall wonders were slowly beginning to put their things away and he began to panic. He quickly started to run to try and find the stall owner the women told him about. But he got lost, horribly lost, and he wasn’t able to find them and it was becoming dark, he could see the moon shyly looking out from behind the sunset. Zoro felt his heart stop when the lights turned on in the small market square, yet there was almost no one there. When he turned around and saw only one stall open, he felt like his heart was going to snap in his disappointment. The stall was small and crudely made, and when he approached it, he noticed that there was a child standing there with a few small boxes of chocolate shoved into little heart boxes.

“Do you want to buy some of my chocolate? I made it myself!” The young child smiled as they quickly held up one of the misshapen heart boxes. Zoro looked at the pitiful sight and couldn’t help himself, he had to buy it.

“Yes, I would,” Zoro said before he bought one of the boxes and clutched it close. The crushed box reminded him of his own heart and he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed carrying it around while everyone else had lavish boxes with beautifully crafted chocolates inside of them. He was nervous that this wouldn’t be enough, was it even worth the effort? Zoro slowly made his way over to the ship - not after asking for directions of course - and went aboard and watched as the crew was celebrating the ludicrous holiday and cheering with one another. Zoro saw the heart shaped pieces of paper everywhere and saw how Robin and Nami danced with Chopper and how Franky was making the lights look like hearts with Usopp. Sanji was cooking in the kitchen and Brook was playing romantic music while Luffy sang with him. Zoro looked at Luffy longingly and saw how he had many boxes of chocolate around him, why would he like this one? It was stupid, pathetic. The swordsman frowned and moved to leave the deck and go find someplace to be alone. Zoro was unaware that his odd attitude and uneasy aura had captured the attention of his captain. Zoro mindlessly found his way to the top of the ship and there he stood staring at his pathetic little box of chocolate while the party unfolded under him.

“Zoro?” A soft voice called, Zoro quickly recognized that voice and hid the box of chocolate behind his back and looked over at his captain.

“Luffy?” Zoro asked, why was he up here? He felt his panic beginning to increase the longer he had to look at the gentle eyes of his captain.

“Why are you here? You should come enjoy the party,” His captain pouted, Zoro stared at Luffy’s lips and how they jutted out in his disappointment. Zoro stifled a sigh and looked out at the sky again, he didn’t have a response he wanted to share with his captain. “Did you get a box for someone?” Luffy then asked as he saw the small glimmer of pink paper from behind Zoro’s back. Zoro tensed and quickly tried to hide it again, his cheeks matched the color of the paper as he looked over at his captain.

“I-it’s stupid,” Zoro stammered, “There’s no point -- “ before he could finish, Luffy grabbed the box from behind Zoro’s back and looked at it with inquisitive eyes. The captain’s brown eyes reminded Zoro of the sweet chocolate he tasted earlier, his heart tightened in his chest and he felt like he was going to be sick if he stared at him any longer.

“Who is it for?” Luffy asked with a childish tilt of his head.

“You,” Zoro blurted out as he stared down at his captain like the love sick fool he was. “They’re for you, it’s not the best box but I did my best to find something for you,” Zoro’s words fell on deaf ears. As Zoro spoke, Luffy opened the box and ate the crudely made chocolate and his eyes widened in surprise at what he was tasting.

“This is good!” Luffy praised with a large smile on his face. Zoro was even more surprised when he saw how his captain was enjoying the sweets he had gotten for him.

“Do you really like them?” Zoro asked, the captain nodded his head as he popped another one of the sweet candies in his mouth. Zoro was stunned with himself that his captain enjoyed what he had gotten. He was worried Luffy wouldn’t have liked it because there wasn’t a lot, but he should’ve known better by now. That smile on his face was enough for the swordsman, it always would be.

“Yeah! I’d like anything from you! Oh! I got you something too,” Luffy admitted before he pulled up and equally beat up box of chocolates and smiled at Zoro. “I hope you like it, I couldn’t seem to find anything good either,” Luffy pouted. Zoro took the box and looked down at it as if it was the most precious treasure he had laid his eyes on. He smiled softly at Luffy and leaned in to kiss his rubbery cheek. Luffy continued to pout, but a blush soon blossomed onto his cheeks. The mini spout of courage surprised the both of them, but neither of them questioned it and just continued to savor each other’s company.

“I love it,” Zoro said as he ate one of the homemade chocolates. “Thank you, captain,” Zoro smiled as he stayed close to his captain and ate chocolate with him and talked about nonsensical things. Zoro felt his heart swell, maybe this sort of holiday wasn’t so bad?

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wonder-kid-pugh · 4 years ago

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The Bet - (Kelley O'Hara x reader) part 2

So...turns out it won't fit in two parts...so stay tuned. Enjoy!!!

"Okay now I'm really starting to think your stalking me"

Kelley just grins as she rocks forward and back on the balls of her feet, "You didn't think I would forget our date did you?" Ignoring her remark I look at her as I lean against the door, "How do you know where I live? Not even Christen knows where I live".

Her grin, if possible, grows even bigger, "Want to hear something amazing?" She turns and points at the house across the street and two doors down, "That's my house". I pinch the bridge of my nose, "You have got to be shitting me right now". She holds her hand to her chest in mock hurt, "Ouch that hurts! I thought you would be more excited neighbor". She shakes her head, "I was walking down the street gutted that I forgot to ask you for your address to pick you up for our date when you could imagine my surprise when I see you walking into the house down the street from me. It must be fate!" All I do is scoff and roll my eyes while she grins and chuckles at me, "So ready to go on our date? I thought I could show you around cause your new and all".

I bite my lip and sigh, "I can't right now Kelley". Her grin disappears as she scrunches her face at me. But before she could even ask me why a loud voice cuts her off.

"Bells! Who's at the door?"

I sigh as he toddles into my leg and I open the door wider for him to see Kelley who now stands wide eye at the child. He shrinks behind my leg and clings onto my shorts as he peers up at me, "Who dis?" I sigh and pat his head and I motion to the shocked girl, "Peter this is Kelley she goes to school with me". He looks at Kelley his head tilted, "Fwiend?" This seems to snap her out of her revere as she nods crouching down a small bit to talk to Peter, "Yeah I'm a friend of Belle's".

She gives him a small smile, "I was going to see if Belle wanted to come get ice cream with me. Wanna come?" Peter's eyes light up as he tugs on my shorts looking up at me, "Can we?" I sigh as I look between Peter to Kelley who smiles, "My treat". I sigh as Peter gives me his best puppy dog eyes.

The things this kid would do for ice cream

I sigh and nod my head back, "Go grab your shoes". Peter scampers back into the house to grab his shoes while I turn to Kelley who had a curious smile, "Let me just grab my shoes". I quickly slip on my trainers before turning to help Peter put on his own. But I'm beaten to it it seems as I see Kelley kneeling down and helping Peter put on his shoes. "There! All done". Peter flashes her a toothy smile and wraps his arms around her neck in a hug, "Thank you!" Kelley seems taken back before hugging the child back, "Uh your welcome".

Kelley stands up and looks at me watching them, "Ready to go?" I nod grabbing my keys and phone before we leave. Peter runs a bit ahead of us but stay near enough as we didn't know our way around. "Why didn't you tell me you have a little brother?" But I just shrug crossing my arms, "You never asked". "Well I'm asking now. Tell me about yourself" she says. I sigh, "Peter's my little brother. He's seven and as you could probably tell would do anything for ice cream". I smile as I watch Peter carefully jump over the cracks in the sidewalk always being really superstitious about that, "He didn't like the fact we had to move and leave all his friends but he got over it quickly. He's already making new friends so that's good. Mom works a lot so I'm usually the one looking after him".

Kelley nods her head along and bites her lip, "What about your dad?" I lick my lips and look down at the sidewalk. I guess she senses my discomfort about it as she quickly retracts her question, "Sorry dumb question. You don't have to answer that". I smile in appreciation as she instead nods her head toward the ice cream shop, "Here it is". We walk in and go to the counter where we're met with a worker, "Hey what can I get you?" Kelley goes first, "Can I get Mint chocolate chip please?" I smile, "Can I have strawberry please?" Kelley lifts Peter up so he can see the display case, "What do you want little man?" Peter grins and taps the glass rapidly, "Chocolate please!" The worker chuckles, "No problem".

He starts off with Peter's handing him the tub on the counter which Peter quickly takes. I tussle his hair, "What do you say?" Peter grins, "Thank you!" We all laugh as he happily goes back to eating his Ice cream while the worker makes Kelley and mine. As he puts the two cups on the counter I go to pay for Peter's and mine but Kelley is already handing him the money, "No I can pay for ours". But Kelley shakes her head with a smile, "It's okay it's my treat". I sigh knowing it's too late now anyways to stop her and smiles, "Thanks". She just gives me a big smile, "Want to go to the park near here? We can eat and Peter can run around for a bit". I nod, "Sounds good".

We make the short 5 minute walk to the park and Peter is already off towards the playground but I call him back. I can see him hesitate and looks longingly at the swings before running back to me. I clean the chocolate that was in his face with a napkin, "You know it's supposed to go in your mouth right?" He just shrugs with a big grin making me smile and ruffle his hair again, "Remember don't go to far and I have to be able to see you at all times". He nod and bounces on his feet clearly itching to go. I chuckle and pat his head, "Go play". He takes off towards the swings while Kelley and I sit on the bench and watch him while we talk.

At one point it comes to a lull in the conversation as she just sit there in silence. But it's not weird or anything it's actually comfortable. I watch as Peter swings across the monkey bars as I speak up, "My dad left us".

This gets her attention as she turns her head to me but I keep my eyes on Peter, "I love my mom but sometimes it feels like she's never home. That she loves her job too much". I run my hand through my hair, "And I'm not defending him, he had no excuse for stepping out on our family but I can understand where he's coming from. She was never home basically and I guess he went to go find comfort somewhere else. He knew what he was doing, I knew what he was doing hell I think mom knew what he was doing. He was sleeping around I guess he got tired to waiting for mom to put him before work. But he fucked up and got one of the women pregnant. And just like that he dropped us".

I clench my fist, "It hurt. It hurt like hell. But I could handle it. I was old enough to know what was happening I think I knew it was going to happen eventually no matter how much I hated it. But it was the fact that he just completely forgot about Peter. He would make promises and get him all excited and then bail on him. Until eventually he just stopped. And I was left trying to explain to Peter why daddy didn't want us anymore".

It's quiet until I feel Kelley put her hand on mine, "I'm so sorry Belle". I give her a small tight lipped smile, "It's fine. Wasn't like it was your fault". I sigh and look at Peter happily comes down the slide, "I just wish we were enough for him to stay". She squeezes my hand making me look at her, "You are more than enough. He was just too stupid to see it". I smile as she rubs her thumb over the back of my hand, "Thanks Kel". She gives me a small grin, "Anything for the Princess". I roll my eyes but chuckle as I shove her shoulder, "Shut up Beasty".

She chuckles, "If I'm beast does that make you my Beauty?" "You wish" I grin at her. "Your really good with him" Kelley nods her head towards Peter. "He's my brother" I shrug before turning to her, "he likes you. You were really good with him today". She smiles, "If you were to ask any of the team they would probably say it's because I'm kid myself". I can't help but laugh and nod, "I can see that".

We stay there for a little while longer before Kelley looks to the sky which is quickly darkening, "We better get you home". I nod and stand up, "Peter! Time to go". He quickly jogs over and grabs my hand, "Home time?" I nod and we start walking home when it starts to drizzle.

"Damnit" I mutter as it starts to get heavier and we're still a good bit away from the house. I look down at Peter and he starts to shiver a bit which is understandable seeing as he's only in shorts and a t-shirt the same as me. "Cmon here buddy" Kelley says to Peter as she pulls off her jacket and hoodie. She swiftly zips the jacket up over him which was obviously massive on him but got the job done. She holds the hoodie out to me, "Put this one". But I shake my head, "No I'm fine". But she thrusts the hoodie into my hands, "I'll be fine. Just put it on". Reluctantly I pull on the hoodie as we pick up the pace so we're jogging now as we have to carry Peter as he can't run in the jacket. By the time we make it to the house it's really pouring now as we all filter in the house. I unzip Kelley's jacket from Peter and hand it back. "Thank you!" Peter smiles and Kelley just ruffles his hair, "No problem bud". She runs off into the house while I frown as I see Kelley is soaked to the bone, "Hang on a second". I go to the press and grab her a towel tossing it to her, "Here you can dry off a bit while the rain dies down and warm up a bit".

She nods wrapping it around her, "Thanks". I notice some fly aways stuck to her face and I brush them from her eyes, "You shouldn't have done that. Your going to get a cold now". She gives me a small smile, "It's worth it if the two of you are okay".

I look into her hazel eyes expecting to see her amusement at the joke but as I stare into her brown orbs I see the seriousness behind her reply. It was only then I realize I still had mg hand close to her face and blush and pull my hand away making some space between us, "T-thanks". She hums and looks out the window before looking down at her watch, "I better get home before it gets too late". I frown as I see it still raining outside, "Should you not wait it out a bit longer?" She smirks, "Why? Will you miss me too much?"

I scoff but can't stop the smile on my face, "Not likely Beasty". But she chuckles, "I better get home before Mon worries. You know how they get". Almost immediately she winces at the comment now it's her turn to frown, "I'm sorry that was really-" but I shake her off, "It's okay Kels". She nods and hands me back the towel before going for the door, "I'll see you Monday Belle".

As she opens the door I sigh, "Wait!" She pauses as I grab a pen and take her hand before scribbling on her hand, "Please don't make me regret this". Kelley looks at her hand and grins as she sees the digits while I smile at her, "Text me when you get home so I know you got there safely". She once again flashes me her big smile and zips up her jacket a bit more, "Will do". She seems to hesitate but steps back in and pulls me in for a hug. Once I recover from my surprise I hug her back and I can't help but think how good her hugs are. As she hugs me I realise this is my chance as I slip the money for the ice cream into her back pocket discreetly. She doesn't seem to notice as she whispers in my ear, "See you later Beauty". I can't help but smile as she pulls back, "Bye Beast".

She gives me one last smile before running out the door and into the pouring rain. I watch her for a second before I close the door and go to change out of my damp clothes and into my pajamas. It was only a short while later when I get a message back from an unknown number. And I open it to see a picture of Kelley all snuggled up under her blankets.

Home safe and sound all warm tucked into bed xx

I can't help but laugh and send back a quickly reply before going to check on Peter.

This girl......

#Kelley O'Hara #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o hara x reader #kelley o hara imagines #kelley o hara imagine #uswnt #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader

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bi-writes · 5 years ago

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Medieval fantasy AU with prince Tom plsssss 😍😍😍

ooooooh here we go down this rabbit hole lmao

The corset of your dress was so tight, you could barely breathe properly. You refused to wear them in your own home. They made you uncomfortable, and you weren’t able to mount your horse properly. They made you stiff and proper, and you hated being stiff and proper. But your mother had begged you, and you gave in.

You were happy to do it for her until she forced a new dress on you and put you in her best jewels. Emeralds on your neck, rubies in your ears, and diamonds littering your tiara and making it sparkle unimaginably. She was powdering you up for the party, and you hated feeling like a trophy to be passed around. But how could you protest when...you weren’t allowed to even have an opinion?

You were on your mother’s arm when you entered the large hall. The ceilings were high, tens of feet tall, and the chandeliers were glowing with lit candles, casting a gorgeous light on the party below. There was music and tables full of food, trays of wine never going empty. You saw chocolate and sweets, and then you saw everyone staring. Of course they were staring. You were a princess, unwed, polished like a golden trophy for all of them to gawk at. Lords staring at you to see if you were fit for their sons, and men staring at you to see if you were fit for their households. It was insulting, but your mother tugged you along anyways.

You grabbed a handful of sweets, popping them into your mouth before your mother could see. She let you go to get a few glasses of wine, and that was your cue. You ripped your tiara off and hid beside a server as you followed them into the kitchen. You greeted the staff warmly before going out the back, into the stables. You were going for your horse, that beautiful black horse that stood at the back of the stables. You hurried, picking up your skirt and running, and thats when you bumped chest first into someone else, both of you falling backwards onto the floor.

“Oh, Christ!” The other person swore, sitting up, rubbing their chest. “Oh! Oh, my lady—”

You let out a breath as you were picked up off the floor quickly, put onto your feet. You were dizzy for a moment having hit the ground so fast and so forcefully.

“N-No, it’s...it’s all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you said after a minute, putting a hand on your head. You blinked, trying to focus, and you swallowed hard when you noticed the man in front of you. He was wear a simple dress shirt and trousers, tucked into his riding boots.

“Getting away from the party so quickly? I hear it’s grand,” he tried to lighten the mood, and you sighed, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Grand for who?”

“The princess, of course, is this party not for her? The invitation said all eligible noblemen were to attend this evening,” he chuckled, and you picked up your crown, hiding it as you went to the back, towards your horse, towards Eve. You tossed your crown into the hay, putting both hands on her and petting her warmly.

“Of course it did,” you muttered. “The queen is adamant on her daughter finding a husband. But...it doesn’t even matter. I don’t know why she pushes so much. Don’t you think a woman should be allowed a few years to herself before she even begins thinking about uprooting her life and starting a family?”

He laughed behind you, shrugging, “I...I suppose a woman should be entitled to that. But...they aren’t.”

“No, I suppose not,” you replied with a hard tone. “But they should be. You can’t even be pardoned of that burden as royalty. It’s as if all a woman is good for is marriage. They teach us to dance and to sing and to paint and to curtsy and to...to sew. And for what? No one will want to watch us do any of those things. They don’t care.”

You laid your cheek against Eve, sighing deeply.

“In our lifetime, I suppose that is all a woman can do. But perhaps they can find men that make them feel otherwise.”

You turned your head to look at him, and he was blushing all over. His cheeks were red, his ears were red, and he was adorable, looking so flushed.

“You’re funny,” you said finally, laughing. “To think such things are possible.”

He came towards you, offering his hand. “I’m Thomas.”

“y/n.”

“Shall we...get away from this party? Go for a ride?”

You nodded slowly.

“I’d...I’d like that very much.”

He helped you onto your horse, his hand in yours as he lifted you up over Eve. You got comfortable on her back before clicking your tongue a bit, patting her to walk. Tom reached for his horse and followed you close behind. You took him on a small tour of the grounds, following the paths you walked everyday with Eve. You went through the gardens, around the lake, through the trees.

You didn’t ride in silence. Tom was quick to pick up conversation with you, and you were laughing, always. You bantered back and forth about who was the better rider, who could eat more chocolate tarts in two minutes, and the first time you both got drunk on old cellar wine. You were starting to get tired as he helped you off of Eve. You both sat on a bench near the edge of the lake, which was lit by torches all around. Your horses were tied behind both of you, relaxing.

“Do you think the princess is having fun then?” Tom asked after awhile, looking over at the castle in the near distance. “Surely. This whole...thing was for her.”

You looked in the same direction as him, watching the figures in the windows dance and eat and move around. You sighed.

“I don’t think the princess cares for parties all that much.”

“No?” Tom looked back at you. “What does she like then?”

You frowned, “why are you so interested?”

He bit his lip, “my father instructed me to come down here. He said I was to come, meet the princess, and give her my best. He talks too much. Of course I’d never catch the attention of the princess.”

“Oh? And why not?” You asked, sitting up, curious now.

“They say the princess is...the most beautiful woman in this country,” he murmured, turning back to look at you. You smiled a bit at him, and he smiled back, staring at you, intrigued. You looked lovely bathed in moonlight. “They say she has a sweet tooth, that she wears dresses made of silk always, and that she has a voice like a siren.”

You snorted a bit, “she sounds terrible!”

“What?!” Tom blushed, so embarrassed. “Is it so bad to secretly admire someone I’ve never met? To think that...in some alternate universe...a princess described such as that could ever be mine?”

You stared at him longingly, nudging his shoulder.

“Are you a nobleman? Looking to...rise in station by marrying a princess?”

Tom shrugged, “it isn’t like that,” he muttered. “It’s just...I’ve met many princesses. And I’ve been to a lot of countries, love. And they...they all have stories written of them such as that, but then when you meet them...” He closed his eyes. “I am disappointed when I meet them. Because they are not always sirens that sing and...and they are not always as sweet as others might tell you. Sometimes they mock others beneath them and rule with wicked hands. Sometimes they...sometimes they are cruel.”

“Women can be cruel,” you said softly. “They ought not to be, but sometimes they are. And it’s not always their fault.”

“No, it’s not always their fault,” he murmured. “Women with history...women with pasts...sometimes they are damaged here,” he touched where his heart is, “but sometimes it makes them better. They feel deeply. They love stronger. They speak wiser. My mother was like that.” He smiled a bit to himself. “That is the kind of woman I’d like to have. I suppose I’m just chasing stories until I find the right one.”

“What if you never do?”

“Then I suppose I will never marry.”

You looked out at the water, tucking your hands under your knees.

“Me neither,” you said softly. “I wish...I wish I could be the woman you dreamt of, Tom. I wish...perhaps tonight would have been that night for you.”

He nudged you a bit with his shoulder. “Aye, I wish that, too. Do you think I still have a chance with this princess then?”

You took a deep breath, shrugging. “I don’t know. Perhaps you should go find her inside.”

Tom stood up, nodding to himself. He picked up your hand and kissed it gently, and your stomach fluttered a bit.

“You deserve someone very special, Thomas,” you said sheepishly, smiling at him. “You’re...too kind for this world.”

“As are you, sweet y/n.” He leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek next. You watched him mount his horse and ride back to the stables. You stayed a little longer outside, looking out at the water. Thomas seemed lovely, lovelier than any prince your mother could throw your way. You refrained from kissing him, from pulling him close. If he was anyone else...if he was a lord or a nobleman...your mother wouldn’t approve.

But what did it matter? You were never traditional, anyway. What would it matter who you found yourself with? Didn’t you owe it to yourself to try?

You got onto Eve, pulling on the reigns so she could hurry back to the castle. You slipped off of her quickly, brushing your dress off as you looked for the crown that you threw in the hay. You started to panic when you couldn’t find it. Your mother gave it to you to borrow for the night, and you had thrown it like some cheap child’s toy into the hay.

“Looking for this, love?”

You turned abruptly, and Tom stood there, holding the glittering tiara in his hands. You blushed.

“Tom...I...I wanted to tell you, I just—”

“Didn’t want me to know you were a princess?” He asked, raising a brow. “The princess? The princess of all the stories I’ve been hearing?”

You looked down, “What do you want me to say? I don’t...I don’t sing much. I’m not...I’m not the most beautiful woman in the country, and...and I don’t wear dresses made of silk. I’m just me, Thomas. And you’re...you’re you. Why would you want someone like me? I have no idea how to be the princess you said I was.”

He chuckled a bit, “you know, I did come all the way from England to meet you, Your Highness.”

“Please don’t call me that,” you sighed, coming closer to him. “Please call me y/n.”

He smiled down at you, “then don’t call me it either. We’ll have a truce.”

“What does that mean?”

“Formally, you should call me your highness, but I suppose I’ll let it slide for you, love,” he teased, and you pushed him a bit.

“Y-You’re...you’re the prince? The prince of England?”

“Aye, love, I am, but let’s not talk in detail, yeah?” He reached up to touch the side of your face with his knuckles, and you laughed.

“And you said nothing?”

“I didn’t want you to get a crude impression of me. I thought you were...”

“More humble?” You asked, touching the collar of his shirt. He nodded a bit, and you put your head on his chest.

“I like to be. I don’t care for theatrics, Thomas. I like the simple things,” you said, looking up at him. “Don’t you?”

“Oh, love...” he smiled wider. “I’ve been chasing after a story all my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just a woman on my arm as sweet as the stories they told about her...”

“And?”

He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Tell me, darling...how long would I have to kiss you to find out?”

You broke into a giggle, “forever, I suppose.”

“Then I suppose that’s what I’ll do.”

#just wanted to write something soft dont come at me #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland fluff #prince!tom #requested

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weavefate · 4 years ago

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♛ : Sharing a dessert

nonsexual acts of intimacy // accepting

It had been a long day. With her feet sore from a day of walking the districts of Boralus. Helping Jaina tend to the needs of the citizens and helping her remember things. Rosie was good at remembering the small details. The sun was setting low when Jaina had stopped at a small bake shop. The smells around the small shack were heavenly as the two women settled down to eat their well-deserved reward. Well, Jaina’s well deserved reward.

She did most of the work, Rosie merely helped where she could. Taking small bites, Rosie wanted to make sure Jaina would get more of the cake.

“W-where did you find this p-place?” Rosie asked with a mouth full of chocolate. She didn’t remember this place when they had to disguise themselves during the Legion invasion. Then again, they didn’t have the coin to spare to indulge. Even if they tried to satisfy their cravings for sweets. Lady Katherine always seemed to know. It was nice, even if they got an hour-long lecture. To have somebody care, Lady Katherine had seemed to warm up to her.

Learning that she had helped to keep her daughter sane during her dark times. The older woman made her feel welcomed, often fussing that she should eat more. A balance diet and not filled with sweets as the two friends would rather have it. The small creature, Rosie’s pet ferret Noodle rested his chin on the table. Staring longingly at the forbidden cake.

“I…I say we got distracted b-by a puppy.”

@lady-proudmoore

#lady-proundmoore #v: the weaver (main)#// thank you! I squealed when I saw this in my inbox #// don't tell Katherine they are being rebels shhhh

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dannineedsfriends · 5 years ago

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The Things We Can't Remember - Parrlyn - Part 3

The long awaited return of danni being lazy

Trigger warnings: cursing, gay disasters and gremlin

Slowly, very slowly, the car was heating up and through the now entirely steamed up windows Boleyn could see the shadows of their front door closing. A person was approaching the car and caused Anne to sit up straight. After taking a deep breath she held onto the steering wheel and listened to the noise of the back door opening. Her left hand was hovering above the heater just right next to the dashboard.

"Hey Jane, sorry I just finished my essay- Anne?!"

As soon as the door shut, Anne took her chance and pressed the childlock.

"What the fuck, Boleyn?" But when Cathy finally grasped what happened, she was already trapped in the small car.

"What's going on?" The girl squealed, eyes widened in fear and confusion.

Anne drummed her fingers on the cold leather of the steering wheel, then turned around to face her.

"It's time to talk."

"Now, Anne- there's no need to be so brash." Cathy tries to reason, hands finding the door and trying to pull the handle to open it, to no prevail. She was stuck, in the exact opposite place of where she wanted to be.

"Usually I'm the one avoiding people, but now you're the one acting like a child, or some random Year 8, who just threatened to bang someone out." Anne cocks an eyebrow, attempting to cross one leg over the over in the tight space. "You clearly don't wanna talk to me and I don't know why, and to be frank, as much as I love you, Cath, it's almost to the point of pissing me off. It hasn't for now- I just need answers."

An uncomfortable quiet, thick as a vendetta's grudge, dangles between the two women; the only sound interrupting the venomous quiet being Anne's leg, on top of the other at this point, kicking and tapping impatiently on the door.

"Are you going to answer me or just sit there?" She sighs, not meaning to spit the words as harsh as she did, and immediately regretting doing so. It was upsetting that she was unable to apologise, because she knew Catherine, and she knew that she'd change the subject if she didn't push, and didn't push her to her limit.

Cathy gives a meagre shrug, not wanting to talk about the fact that she was indeed avoiding Anne's attempts at conversation.

"Look- Cathy- I'm happy for you, really. You found a guy and had sex, it's nothing to be ashamed of." She says with a swift shake of her head and a more than noticeable twitch of her leg as she brings it up to her chest, heel resting on the edge of the seat.

"No.. no- I-"

"Honestly, I'm your best friend and I know you weren't drunk because I think you drove? Yeah you did. I'm kinda pissed that you got laid and I didn't because I mean-" Anne pauses with a cocky look, hands brushing down her body, as if to draw attention to her figure. Which worked, as Catherine quickly found out. "Look at me, and tell me you wouldn't bed this-"

"Anne- it's not that. I really don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh? So you want me to ignore the fact that your neck makes it look like you've been violently ragged and smacked into many door ways?" She makes a rather large gesture to the area, eyes scalding her with their intent stare.

"Why do you use such… such… idiotic similes to convey your feelings?" Catherine tries, shaking her head, hand subconsciously sitting over the hickeys, hiding them from immediate sight, though it didn't work very well. Not at all.

"Ah- ah ah- I'm not letting you change the subject. I just want to know why you've been avoiding me."

"What do you even want me to tell you? That I have some big secret and that's why I'm avoiding you?" From the tone of her voice, Anne didn't need to look at her to know that her eyes were practically rolling out of her skull. Sarcasm dropped from her lips, leaking from her words and leaching to the intent quiet that came after her words. Her mouth curves down in disgust, and Anne notices that she hadn't made eye contact in a while, too long to be normal.

"It better be a big secret, because at this point I am just really pissed off by being ignored and having no clue what I've done to offend you." She begins to ramble. "All I want to know is what I've done to you to have you actively avoid me, more than you normally do to everyone else and it's bothering me and I can't stop thinking about it and-"

"It was you, okay?" She breaks into Anne's word vomit, silencing her practically immediately.

"What was me? That doesn't help whatsoever."

Catherine's eyes stare into her lap, to her fingers knotting around each other, almost ashamed to admit. "You were the one who gave me all of those hickeys."

"You what mate-"

"And I was the one who gave them to you and for one I am not proud of taking advantage of you when you were drinking and intoxicated beyond any fathom of remembering, rendering you in a state of amnesia." She shakes her head furiously, trying desperately to reach a justification of herself.

"You kidding right"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Just let me out of the fucking car, Anne, I'm not in the mood.” Catherine rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

"No- no that's not... I- you have to be joking with me, c'mon Cathy-" Anne stuttered not quite believing the confession.

"I'm not laughing."

"But- what do you mean- how could I have even been anywhere near you?? It would've taken ages to... bruise… you like that."

"We were in a bathroom."

"Okay? Proceed."

"And things got a bit more heated than they should've-"

"But it was just kissing right??"

"Much to your dismay apparently" Catherine retorts, rolling her eyes as she turned away from her. She decided that Anne was definitely drunk when she had told her that... "Okay that's it. Let me out. It's absolutely freezing out and you're treating me like I'm eight-year-old."

Then there was the click of the lock, and Cathy was gone, leaving Anne completely alone to digest her words.

It was rather odd for Anne to volunteer to go to the shops with Jane, especially when it was movie night. Either way, the girl walked and made genuine nice conversation and as far as the mother of the group could tell, she was looking to suck up, either. Now that's weird.

There was a local shop close by, about a five minute walk, depending on how fast you walked, but to Anne it was always five. She tended to speed walk, she noticed as she continually had to slow herself to Jane's pace.

Anne's vision was flooded with a linoleum white, amplified by the harsh lights - dizzying as she stared at the unpatterned floor. How boring. Why would you go through the effort of having a nice shop and not even putting in a flooring that, at the least, goes with the aesthetic?

"Anne?" Jane asks, having stopped to watch the phenomenon that was Anne staring, eyebrows drawn, at the ground, not moving. "Anne - are you feeling alright? You're not usually this quiet… or staring at the ground…"

She blinks rapidly for a free seconds before meeting the eyes of her worried companion, humming a response. "Yeah- I'm okay. I'm just thinking a bit too much I think."

The women begin to walk up the aisles, picking up an unusual quantity of chocolate and other such treats to be indulged in front of the television upon their arrival home. "Thinking of what, exactly?" Jane asks, rather delayed but in defense, she was keeping track of the amount of goodies Anne was throwing into the basket.

"Well- that's the thing, mate." She lets out a deep sigh, throwing another pack of maltesers into Jane's arms. "I think I fucked things up with Cathy."

"You really do need to watch your language." Jane scolds mercilessly, softening her gaze still to eye her. "You need advice, basically?"

Anne nods, lips curling to one side of her face, almost ashamed of having to ask her such things.

"I doubt you've done anything that bad, to hurt her to the point where you completely messed things up, I'm sure of that." She reassures, looking at the contents of the basket and gazing longingly into her purse.

"I locked her in a car."

"You did what?" Her gaze snaps to Anne.

"I locked her in a car and forced her to talk to me- but! In my defense, she's been ignoring me since the party and I wanted to know why… and I did find out." Boleyn mumbles, eyebrows bouncing rambunctiously around her face.

"Anne… oh Anne… that is not the way to go about things."

"But it's my way."

"Anne, locking your friend in a car to talk to her is not the answer." Jane says, rifling through the shelf to find the last box of Jaffa Cakes. Jane likes Jaffa Cakes.

"But I didn't use violence! I didn't physically harm her in order to get her to talk to me so I met all the criteria you asked of me before!" She whines.

"Don't you have any common sense?" The clearly more mature woman asks, turning and walking to the next aisle to get some drinks, waiting for Anne to choose everyone's. She does, of course, piling up the bottles until Jane thinks that her arm has lost all circulation.

"I just don't know what to do. Jane- we- we almost did something."

"I know, I know. Catherine already told me in her own version of…" she gestures to the mess that was Anne Boleyn. "... this."

"She told you?"

"Yes- yes. Please don't go after her about it. She was anxious and… shocked. Yeah. Shocked is the word for it." Jane pauses for a second, turning and beginning to walk to the counter to pay for the binge. "Just ask her out, okay? Like a normal person. No cars involved."

As inconvenient as a coincidence could be, it just happened to be today, didn't it? Anne curls a lock of her hair around her finger nervously, the bit that she had missed putting into her bun. She sinks into her usual seat, watching as the other girls filter into their seats, Jane furthest away, then Anna and Kitty and Aragon and that only left Cathy, to be seated in the only free place. Next to her.

Shit.

Parr was clearly angry with her, and wasn't going to be civil any time soon, therefore, Anne decided promptly that the only way to get Cathy to be nice to her, is by making her fall doubtlessly in love with her. She would achieve this by using her irresistible charms, and Catherine would not be able to betray her true feelings.

How could she not like Anne? Boleyn had given her all the signs and probably more than she'd be willing to admit.

She pulls the blanket over herself further, sensing the movement of the girl behind her and moves on the sofa, shuffling further away to give her more room. Just as predicted, Cathy, without hesitation, nestles into the crevice closest to Anne.

As always, they were sat in form next to one another, staring at the TV, barely touching and waiting for the film to be decided on.

"Who let Jane buy Jaffa Cakes?" Boleyn complains obnoxiously as Aragon scrolls through the films, trying to find the right one to watch. It's horror night: every week it rotated through a chance spinner and this was what it had landed on.

"You were the one who went with her, Annie." Kitty points out, tilting her head seemingly innocently, but Anne knows better than to fall for the I'm-a-little-sweetheart ruse. Her head tilt is accusatory.

"I just don't understand how she likes them- you bite into it and there's the orange glibbery bit and it's disgusting-" Anne continues, lips down turning in distaste and disgust.

"How about this one?" Aragon interrupts the quarrel, and after a unanimous agree, the movie started and everyone shut up.

One thing that Anne marked as a bad idea almost immediately was the drink held in Cathy's clasped hands, occasionally taking a sip. Parr had a tendency to jump during the smallest of scares - and jump she did.

Catherine Parr sat on the sofa, eyes wide with shock and Boleyn even thought she saw her tremble a little bit. The girl was drenched in lemonade - and all she could do was stare helplessly as the other queens paused the film and erupted into giggles.

Not Anne though. Anne just slowly shook her head and peeled the fleece blanket off of her legs and placed the cup on the floor next to the couch, mumbling to Catherine to tell her to change and then come back so that they could finish the movie.

She scurried off into the kitchen and Anne discards the blanket off to the corner of the room, to be washed. Settling back into the corner of the sofa, she pulls most of the cover off of her legs, yawning and leaning back into the couch pillow.

Idle chatter broke out between Jane and Kitty- something about how she can leave any time she wanted if she's too scared and that she'll even take her upstairs and watch a different movie. Jane was nice, it wasn't that Anne didn't think that Jane was nice before, she was just the motherly loving figure to Kat that Boleyn had always wanted. What she would give to have a maternal figure to look up to.

Perhaps she could also refer to Jane but it would be rather selfish, considering that they were practically the same age and Anne just yearned for affection, no matter who it was. She wants someone to hold her before she went to sleep, and kiss her head and her hand and make her feel loved. Was she loved at all..?

That was a real question. Catherine had hardly even looked at her for the entirety of the movie as thus far- how was she to know if she was still mad at her? It was going to be weeks and weeks of torture if she kept this up. Long hours of moping and just wanting someone to hold her hand- just for a little while. They didn't even have to hold it tight, just for a few minutes let her pretend that Anne Boleyn might be worth something to someone.

She shakes the thought out of her head. That got deep super quick and she didn't like it.

Seeing the movement from the kitchen door, she turns at the right moment to see Cathy reentering, draped in one of Anne's dark green shirts- the loose ones that Anne could fit her leg inside of. She had given it to Cathy to wear before, when Anne had accidentally smudged her lipstick on her light blouse when she had hugged her. Needless to say, it was a sight for sore eyes.

It wasn't a rare occurrence for Boleyn to stare her down but this- this was something different. before she had even opened her mouth she was cut off.

"This was the only shirt left out on the side. 'Hope you don't mind." She says, shrugging one shoulder and walking into the room to shove herself back in the spot next to Anne.

"No it wasn't- I did the washing earli-" Anna is cut off by Catherine's glare from across the room, as well as Howard's elbow to her arm.

Silence ensues once more as the girls settle, Boleyn turning herself completely and throwing the blanket over Cathy too, shuffling up to lean on her and idly resting her hand between them on the sofa.

A few minutes after the film had been resumed, Parr's arm had found it's way around Anne's shoulders, gently holding her in place. Though, when Boleyn had moved her hand in between them, to make sure it was still there, she realised how odd that it was that the sofa felt so smooth beneath her touch.

She draws her eyebrows together, softly pinching the material and running her fingers over a small area, truly mesmerised by how soft Jane had made the couch. Maybe the fabric softener she had used had worked - and worked well at that. Her trimmed nails didn't even catch, either! It was unnecessarily satisfying being able to touch the sofa without getting stuck on it.

Cathy shifts next to her, squeezing her shoulder slightly and Anne has to look over in confusion. What's wrong with her? Was she scared, maybe? She looks back to the screen and nothing particularly interesting was happening, just two characters talking, one clearly wounded.

Boleyn lays her head against her shoulder again, hand still tapping meticulously against the sofa. She yawns softly and turns, putting her forehead to her shoulder and pressing a kiss through the sheer fabric and turning back like she did nothing.

"Anne-" Cathy's soft voice whispers in her ear and her stomach drops, thinking she's in trouble. The whisper was low and gentle and she knew for a fact that she was the only one who could hear it. When she turns her head, Parr's lips close softly against her cheek. Anne's face flushes a soft pink, turning away as a massive grin crawls across her face.

All goes smoothly, too, until Cathy removes her arm from around Boleyn. Okay- fair. Maybe she was just uncomfy. She brushes it off and watches the film, still leaning into her.

But what she didn't expect was Catherine's hand to reach under the blanket and press immediately on top of her own.

"Hm?" Anne hums, turning and looking at her. Fingers are wrapped around her own, gently guiding her hand down a curve in the sofa. Wait-

Wait no-

That's not how the sofa is- they're both sat on one cushion-

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Anne realised, startled and a little bit too late, that her hand was now resting on Catherine's inner thigh. Had it been there this entire time?

So the couch wasn't soft. She was delusional. It- it was Cathy's leg the whole- shes an idiot. Anne decided. She was an idiot.

Letting out a breath, she closes her eyes slightly and turns to watch Parr, increasingly concerned as her face contorts, posture closing in on itself, looking as if she was the most uncomfortable that one person could possibly be. She shakes her head to herself and Anne has the strong urge to kidnap her again (not to the car, this time) and hold her until she's able to make witty comments again.

Instead, all she does is give her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

"It's not real, love." Boleyn whispers, making sure she wasn't attractive any unwanted eyes, and sitting up straighter to kiss her shoulder again. "I promise- you don't need to be scared."

And with Anne so close, it was practically impossible.

About 20 minutes before the movie had ended, Boleyn threw the covers off of herself and skittered off to the kitchen, earning some weird glances but everyone just shrugging. Sometimes Anne forgot that she had a bladder. Maybe?

In the kitchen, Anne rips off a small piece of paper, and taps anxiously on the marble countertop. How could she word this eloquently?

She watches the clock on the wall, the seconds passing on and on and on and nothing in particular was coming into her mind. Was she about to fuck shit up? Always.

"You and me. Date. Saturday." Anne writes, her immaculate handwriting pressed finely into the paper. Where beneath the draws two small boxes, labeling one 'yes' and the other 'absolutely'. She folds the note and proceeds to write on the front: for the eyes of my cathy p <3 only.

She releases a rattling breath as she calmly walks back to the living room, wading through the tension as she flicks off the kitchen light. Anne tucked herself back next to Catherine.

With her heart beating in her ears, she hands her the slip of paper.

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lokidrabbles · 6 years ago

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More Loki Relationship Headcanons

- Loki is genderfluid and pansexual, whatever your gender orientation or identity may be, he won’t pay much heed to that

- While not a particular shallow person, he does have some slight preferences with men/women. For example, he finds women with small hands very adorable and men of darker skin tone attractive.

- He may find routine rather boring, but depending on the activity and the person, he may find comfort even with the most mundane things, such as cooking, gardening, or a night time routine

- Loki’s favorite Earth foods are exotic fruits, wine and chocolate of all kinds. However he is slowly warming up to the idea of ‘noodles’.

- Loki will definitely be the initiator regarding physical intimacy, however you will probably have to work a bit harder towards that emotional intimacy with him. Loki might not be the first to say those three words.

- Unsurprisingly Loki is not a big fan of hot climate. Summers will be challenging.

- Sometimes Loki will spew out some century old words which you will be completely lost at, and he will also have a hard time with some modern language use. He still cannot really comprehend the proper use of “lit.”

- Loki has great stamina and energy, and doesn’t actually need to sleep daily like humans do. He will bother you at inconvenient times during the middle of the night.

- Loki has a weakness for when you say his name longingly. He actually cannot look at you straight in the face, so use that to your advantage.

- Loki was a very jealous individual in his younger years, but has grown very non-chalant regarding that. He is very confident you wouldn’t be unfaithful, thus having no need to become upset.

- Loki has seldom gotten drunk, and even claims he has a higher tolerance than Thor. He will always be your designated driver.

- Loki is fluent in a variety of Midgardian languages such as French, Portuguese, Greek and Latin. One of his ego boosters is his ability to be able to learn languages immediately (except online.)

- He probably won’t tell you any time soon, but he loves it when you play with his hair. Combing it, braiding it, putting it behind his ears, he loves it.

- His favorite scents include spearmint, patchouli, lemongrass, and rosewater

- If you can catch him in a very good mood, you can hear him humming some Asgardian hymn to himself.

- Loki is not one to shy away from sexual relations, but he isn’t actively seeking out for sex 24/7. His libido is pretty calm.

- While you are in deep sleep during the middle of the night, Loki will spend hours staring at you, admiring your facial features. He’ll probably never mention he does this.

#loki #loki headcanon #loki headcanons #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki laufeyson #loki (mcu)

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firepurplestar · 5 years ago

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Flame: Chapter Two

(My Forged Wedding)

Akito X OC

Chapter Two

Vivienne was thirteen, it had bee a particularly hard week for her. She had always tried to be a good student, but she had taken on more than she could handle. What with after school clubs and helping teachers. Mid-terms were coming up and she was just plain out exhausted.

She was walking home by herself when she heard footsteps come running after her. “ Hey, Vivi! Wait up!” She turned around and Akito was running up to her. “ Aki” He frowned “ You didn’t wait for me after school.” He stopped when he reached her and realized that she wasn’t looking her best. “ Sorry, I guess I forgot.” Akito knitted his eyebrows together “ You don’t look good” Vivienne smiled. “ I’m fine I just didn’t sleep well last night.” Akito nodded “ If you say so.” He looked down as they continued to walk.

He didn’t know how he was going to do this, he was about to lose a friend he’s had since before he can remember. He didn’t want to, but he had to. She can’t be close to him, not anymore. They came to an area right before they got to their houses. Akito stopped walking “ Aki? What’s wrong?” He looked up with determination. It was now or never “ Vivienne... I don’t think we should talk anymore.” Confusion flashed over her face “ What’re you talking about Aki?” He took a deep breath “ we can’t be friends anymore.” Tears started filling her eyes “ Why?” He was going to try and make this her fault maybe then it wouldn’t be so painful. “ You know you’re so busy with school and your clubs. Maybe you should just focus on school.” She shook her head “ I can always make time for you Aki.”

This was going to be harder than he thought. She’s smart, she probably knows something’s up. “ Look, I was trying to be nice but I guess I have to do this the hard way.” He took a deep breath to keep the burning tears from slipping out. “ I have my life and you have yours, we are too different now.” She shook her vigorously, “ Don’t do this Akito!” She said as tears began to spill out of her eyes. “Vivienne we can’t be friends anymore... I’m sorry” He turned and continued to walk away leaving Vivienne confused and sobbing. Hearing her sobbing made the tears stream down his face as well. He walked fast “ I’m so sorry Vivienne. I’m going to miss you.” He whispered to himself. That was the last time she spoke to Akito, they saw each other at school but would avoid each other and walk the other way.

She had been working as a Graphic Designer for a little over a month, and she was enjoying it so far. She had found a little cafe right around the corner that she had been going to regularly during her lunch breaks, but today she had stopped by after work. She wanted to continue working on a project. She ordered a French dip sandwich along with a white chocolate latte. She opened her laptop and began working. Occasionally taking a sip of her latte. Her eyes were scanning the screen, and when she looked up. She saw Akito sitting down with a couple of other people laughing and talking. she didn’t want him in her life. She wanted to move on. If he kept appearing like this it would be hard to do.

She continued with her work for another hour or so, when another man sat down with Akito. Vivienne kept her mind focused on work, but her eyes were getting tired of staring at the computer screen. She packed up her stuff and briskly walked right past Akito to the door. Once she got to Long Island everyone was standing around laughing “Oh Vivienne!” Saeki yelled She smiled and sat down with all her friends. She enjoyed a lively night with everyone around.

The next day Vivienne went to the same cafe for lunch, and just as she was going in she saw Akito sitting there looking at his phone eating his lunch. After this, it became a daily occurrence either he was there first or she was, but eventually, they were both there. They kept their distance, skillfully avoiding each other.

Akito was getting fed up, he wanted to talk to her so badly. He just couldn’t seem to take that step. No, he couldn’t do it, he needs to stay out of her life. As the days turned into weeks, and they turned up at the same cafe at the same time almost every day. Akito found himself wondering why he didn’t choose a different restaurant. It was just so damned convenient being only two blocks away from his work.

One windy day he was walking to the cafe after work when he noticed Vivienne. He eyed her but kept a good distance when he saw her trip over an uneven stone in the ground which sent her running right into a man in front of her. “ What is wrong with you woman?! Don’t you watch where you’re walking?” She started to apologize “ I’m so sorry I tripped and ran into you. I didn’t mean to.” He scowled at her “ Women like you are useless, you know that. Well, you are cute though, what are you going to do to make it up to me? Huh” Akito knew he shouldn’t interfere but, no one should ever talk to a woman that way. He couldn’t stop his feet from moving and before he knew it he went up to them “ Is there a problem here? You’re disturbing people around you, maybe you should find someone that’s more your age, yeah?” The man glared at Akito, but Akito’s protective nature was coming out and he stood his ground when finally the man huffed and walked off. “ Are you alright Vivienne?” He asked shyly looking into her questioning eyes. “You know who I am?” She said surprised. He looked down “ Yeah, I knew it was you from the first night at Long Island.” She swallowed “ Oh, I’m okay thank you for stepping in. I should go.” He looked at her longingly “ You’re going to the cafe right? I think it’s time we talk. We can’t keep avoiding each other.” She nodded her head “ You’re right” and she walked with him into the cafe.

This was not a conversation she wanted to have, but maybe it was time she grows up and be an adult. They stood in line quietly while they ordered their food. They sat down with their food in the back of the restaurant, so they could have some privacy. “ So, what are you doing in Tokyo?” She looked up from her sandwich “ Oh, um, I couldn’t get a job back home. So, Uncle Kuni is letting me stay with him until I get on my feet. Hopefully, I won’t have to stay there long.” She studied him “ What about you, why’d you come to Tokyo?” The side of his lip curved up slightly “ Same as you I guess. I couldn’t find a job and my Dad wasn’t exactly thrilled with the profession I had picked.” She took a bite of the sandwich “ I see, I guess we’re both here for work then.” He nodded his head “ Yeah I suppose so.” They continued to eat in silence when finally Akito cleared his throat “ I guess I should be the one to start since I’m the one ruined everything.” Vivienne shifted and crossed your legs. “ I don’t know what you expect to happen Akito.” He flinched. He didn’t like hearing her say his name so harshly. “ I don’t expect anything Vivienne, I just want to clear the air.” She sat back and crossed her arms, glaring at him.

“ I think you were pretty clear Akito, you wanted to stop being my friend after what ... ten years?” Akito frowned “ I know, but I was pretty harsh.” Vivienne scoffed “ Ya think” He took a drink of his soda “ I’m sorry.” She could feel her face heating up as anger boiled in her blood. She was about to blow. “ You’re sorry?! Oh my god Akito! Seriously! You tell me we can’t be friends because and I quote we are too different! Now eleven years later you come to me to say Sorry ?!” She was halfway shouting at him, and he knew he deserved it so he would let her yell and scream at him all she wanted. “ I don’t know you anymore Akito! And you sure as hell don’t know me. Do you even remember my favorite animal? What about my favorite color?” She stood up. That’s when he realized he didn’t just hurt her. He had severed their friendship, and now she flat out hated him. “Wait... Vivienne, please let me explain. I have a reason.” She pushed her chair in, put on her blazer and grabbed her bag. “ and I don’t care. You and your reasons can go fuck off.”

She stormed off, marching out of the cafe to walk home. She couldn’t believe she said that to him. She felt proud of herself, she was so reserved when they were little. She had grown a backbone, and she wasn’t going to take his crap. She wasn’t going to fall for his excuses. She had lived with him for eleven years, she didn’t need him. This was the start of her new life and she didn’t need him in it.

@voltage-vixen @agustd54

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crayonwriting · 5 years ago

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Irreplaceable You: 7 (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: Unexpectedly diagnosed with a terminal disease, you embark on a mission to find a new love for your fiancé and childhood best friend, Bucky Barnes.

Disclaimer: This story is a rewrite of the movie of the same title on Netflix. Directed by Stephanie Laing and written by Bess Wohl. Go check it out!

A/N: So, we’re almost midway to the whole story now. And I don’t know if anyone is still reading this. Haha. But for the sake of this beautiful story, I shall finish it to the end.

You, who is reading this, I hope you enjoy!

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"A hundred and fifty dollars? Aren't there anything here that's worth at least five hundred?" Tony inspected each rack of clothes. He would pull one out, look at—more like, judge—it then sigh disappointedly before returning each item. "Can I buy class here?"

"Focus, please." You held up a denim coat before returning it in the rack. "We just need to freshen up Buck's look a little."

"Why is that again?" He questioned, sassily.

"Trust me." You sighed. "Any woman that meets him is gonna want to shop for him." You pulled up a pair of bell-bottom pants with one too many rips. You cringed. "The wrong one will put him in these." You turned your attention to Tony. "What are you doing?"

Tony removed his jacket and tried on an ugly looking vest. Tony pulled on the end of the it, smoothing out the fabric. He checked himself out in the mirror. He spotted your questionable gaze.

“What? You're the only one who gets to make bad decisions because you're dying?” Tony signalled to the assistant nearby. “Terminal cancer. Put it on my bill.”

“You're just so cool with everything.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I'm not cool with any of this. I've been dying longer than you have.” This made you stare at him. Tony just shrugged. “You get better at it.”

“How?” You interjected.

“Well,” he gestured to his body. “It's like this vest. At first it's, ‘Why is that old man wearing that horrible vest?’ Pretty soon I become the vest guy. After that, you realize that you'd hardly recognize me without it.” He continued to stare at his reflection, somewhat longingly. “I look comfortable in it. It's a part of me, so...you accept it.”

He stared straight at you through the mirror. You shook your head and busied yourself by looking at a nearby rack.

“I don't think I can ever accept you in that vest.” You said, holding out a dark blue jacket towards him. “Try this on. I want to see what it'll look like on Bucky.”

“Okay.” Tony slipped it on and checked his reflection. You made a face at how good it looked on him. He also nodded in approval. “This looks nice. I look three days younger."

“Great.” You patted his chest. “Let’s go look for jeans.” You rushed off to the other side of the store with Tony trailing behind.

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“Come on.” You pulled your hardest to get the jeans you got for Bucky to fit. You were standing behind him, tugging at the material.

“These... Oh!” Bucky struggled. “They're cutting off my circulation.” He jumped a few times, wiggling his hips to ease the pants in. He chuckled, almost strained. “Seriously, my ankles are tingling; my feet are asleep!”

You didn’t respond to him as he finally buttoned his pants on. You inspected it carefully before picking up the jacket on the bed and helping him put it on.

“You look hot.” You remarked.

“It's just… Can I ask what this is about?” He tugged the jacket on, adjusting to the fit.

“Just.. Just some retail therapy.” You purse your lips, shrugging nonchalantly. You placed an arm across your chest; your hand under your chin. You looked him up and down, liking the results.

"And where am I supposed to put my phone?"

You just laughed and walked towards him. You inspected the tag inside the jacket and showed it to him.

"Now… Okay, this jacket is dry clean only. Which means," You looked at him straight in the eye. “If I'm not around, do not put this in the laundry.” Your eyes widened in realization. “Oh. Shit. Laundry.”

You held his hand tightly around yours, pulling him out of the bedroom, into the kitchen and then to the small laundry room beside it. You both stood in front of your washing machine. Putting a hand to your waist, you turned to him saying,

“All right, so—”

“Really?” Bucky interrupted, smiling. You gave him a pointed look and he just raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, so…,” you continued.

“I know how to turn it on.” Bucky cut you off once again. He gave you a knowing smile.

“Yeah, I know. But colors, whites, delicates.” You pointed to the various buttons on the machine.

“Right.” Bucky rolled his eyes playfully.

“The dryer sometimes gets stuck, so, uh, you just give it two kicks.” You kicked twice on the lower right corner of the washing machine. “Right here. Like that. And it will generally unstick itself.” Bucky chuckled softly, walking toward you and mimicked your actions.

“Exactly.” You smiled, proud. “Uh, this dial is the minutes. It tells you how much time you have left...”

You looked at Bucky then back at the washing machine letting your words sink in. Bucky looked at you with a pained expression but he did his best to hide it. Oh, how your words filled something more than teaching Bucky how to do the laundry. The air in the room grew thick. Without looking at him, you continued.

"If-if the time runs out before the clothes are ready, you just...turn the dial." You sighed softly, feeling defeated all of a sudden. Your chest felt heavy and your shoulders ached somehow. You looked slowly at Bucky who had the same expression as yours.

You gulped loudly, with eyes looking up at him in worry. Bucky smiled sadly at you and reached out for your hand, holding it tightly in his. He tilted his head down and kissed you softly on your trembling lips. You kissed him back only for a moment until he pulled away.

He stepped back slowly, waiting for your response. He continued to smile at you encouragingly.

“C’mon…” He whispered, pulling on your hand.

You walked closer to him and leaned up to kiss his lips once again. He kissed you back, pulling you flush against his body. The kiss turned into something more as you poured out your everything—all the pain, fear and struggle you’ve felt since learning about your cancer.

He breathed in, holding on to your arm and kissing you urgently. You kissed him back with much fervor, taking off his glasses and setting it on the counter blindly. He pushed against you, leading you out of the small room and into the kitchen. He lifted you on the kitchen counter, still kissing you. You grabbed and nipped at his lips, hungry for his touch.

A sharp pain shot through your side and you clutched it tightly. You pushed Bucky away with your other hand as you waited for the pain to pass.

“What?” Bucky panted. He eyed you warily. You groaned loudly, shaking your head a little as the pain grew. “Are you okay?” He asked.

You pushed him out of the way, jumping down the kitchen island and ran for the sink. You retched and coughed out the contents of your stomach, clutching the metal sink to keep you steady. Bucky pressed a warm hand against your back, trying to soothe you. He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck.

“Yeah, I tend to have that effect on women.” He chuckled, making you laugh amidst your vomiting. “Too soon?” He asked. You just laughed at him, wiping your mouth. Bucky laughed to himself. “Yeah, too soon.” He grabbed a clean glass and filled it with water before handing it to you.

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You were relaxing in your ‘treatment suite’ when a gust of something wet touched your face.

“Mom, would you stop?” You wiped at your face, irritated. You opened an eye and saw your mother spraying on some facial mist on her own face.

“Hospitals are very dehydrating.” She looked to you, slapping your hands away from your face. “Don't touch your face. I don't want you to get sick.” You gave her an irritated and knowing look. She shrugged and said, “Well, more sick.”

“Everything going okay in here?” Scott came in, eyeing you. You gave him a pleading look, glancing at your mom. He nodded discreetly. “Hey, Mom, you want to do me a favor and run down to the cafeteria and get us some Ho Hos?”

“Ho Hos?”

“Yeah. You don't know Ho Hos? They're like little pinwheel cakes. Chocolate covered. They're delicious.”

“How about if I get you a green salad?” She looked at you. You smiled tightly and nodded.

“Great.”

“Green juice.” Your mother stated.

“That sounds great.” Scott interrupted. “Yeah, but don't forget those Ho Hos though. I got a little bit of a sweet tooth.”

“They still make Ho Hos?” She asked gathering her bag, getting ready to go out.

“They still make them.” Scott smiled.

“Thanks, Mom.” You murmured as she kissed your forehead and went out of the room. You looked to Scott and bumped your elbow with his—a secret handshake. “Thanks Scott.”

“No problem.”

—

“Psychology. Spirituality. Oh! Here we go.” You gasped. “Vegetable Gardening for Dummies. Camping for Dummies. Ooh. He could take up Bridge.” You pulled out each book title, adding them to the pile in your arms. “It could help him meet people.” You showed the book to Clint who was on the other end of the aisle.

“Oh. Here's a good one.” He showed the book to you as you neared him. “The Art of Letting Go. Try that.” He smiled, putting the book in your arms. You rolled your eyes at him, putting the book back on the shelf.

“Look, if you don't agree with what I'm doing…”

“I don't. You know I don’t, Y/N.” He eyed you before turning his attention back to the shelf. “But you’re my best friend. Can’t leave you doing shit alone. Even if it is dumb. Plus,” he crossed his arms against his chest, “It’s interesting to see where this idea of yours is gonna go. It’s like a slow-moving car crash.”

“Thanks.” You said, sarcastically. Sighing, you felt your shoulders sag a little. “It's exactly how I feel, actually. It's like I'm heading towards this brick wall, and I can't do anything…” You looked at Clint who was busy on his phone.

“Clint!”

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Clint pocketed his phone. You huffed out at him in frustration. “Aww, come on. Don’t be mad at me.” He slung an arm around you, pulling you tight.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You shrugged his arm off. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that?” He pointed to the stacks of books you were carrying. “You're gonna get all of that?”

“Yes.”

“Is Barnes that much of a dummy for you to buy all the dummy books ever published?” He took the books from you as you both walked to the counter.

—

‘Likes vegetable gardening and is learning to play Bridge,’ you typed away at your laptop, updating Bucky’s dating profile. Finishing up, you closed your laptop and set it on the bedside table. You looked at Bucky who lay beside you. The sight made you smile.

He was asleep. His mouth was slightly agape, glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose. One of his big, heavy science books lay open on his stomach.

You reached over and pulled off his glasses. He stirred slightly, looking at you with glazed eyes. You smiled down at him, placing his glasses on his bedside table. He languidly placed the book aside, opening up his right arm to you so that you could settle into his side.

You made yourself comfortable, wrapping an arm around his waist. He kissed your forehead and relaxed his body. Out of the blue, a question popped into your mind.

"What if I had run away and joined a cult?"

"I guess…" he said slowly, trying to wake himself up more. "I would have to join too."

"What if relationships between cult members was frowned upon?"

"Like an asexual cult?"

"Yeah. And you couldn't do an intervention and get me out because I was totally brainwashed."

"Hmm." He thought for a moment. "Well, I guess I would have to become a rival cult leader, re-brainwash you according to my philosophy, and then steal you away into my cult," he raised his index finger into the air, "Which would be a sex cult." You laughed lightly.

"What if I were exactly like me, except I had really terrible halitosis?" Bucky looked down at you.

"I would get you a mint." He chuckled. "Or I would destroy the olfactory receptors in my nose so that I didn't care.."

You smiled, pecking his nose. You stared off into the distance.

"What if I die, Buck?"

He didn't answer right away. You regretted ever asking that. Bucky wrapped both of his arms around you, burying his nose into your hair.

"I would…never recover."

You stared into each others eyes, letting the words sink in. He smiled sadly before pulling you closer. You basked in his embrace, letting yourself fall asleep.

—

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#b writes #irreplaceable you series #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine

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Just Can’t Wait to be Queen - Pre-Accident Frozen Fic

When faced with the choice between sitting inside and suffering through boring lessons on a beautiful day, or hatching an elaborate plot to evade your grumpy tutor and escape, the choice is pretty obvious, especially to a pair of mischevious princesses.

Anna and Elsa sat together in the castle library while their incredibly stiff and boring tutor, Ms. Haugen, droned on and on about the day’s lesson. Anna was struggling to keep herself awake. Even Elsa found herself gazing longingly out the window instead of paying attention. It was a bright, sunny summer day, and far too nice to be spending it inside listening to their dry and uninteresting teacher.

Just as her eyelids were drifting shut, a ruler slammed down on the table in front of Anna, startling her awake and almost scaring her out of her chair. “Princesses don’t sleep at desks,” Ms. Haugen hissed, “It is very unbecoming.”

Anna stared up at her grumpily. Before she could respond, she was cut off by her older sister. “Scaring people isn’t very nice, either,” Elsa snapped.

Ms. Haugen didn’t waste any time in turning her attention to the Crown Princess. “Princesses also don’t speak out of turn,” she replied, false sweetness oozing from her words.

Elsa held her tutor’s gaze with unwavering determination. It was enough for Ms. Haugen to back down somewhat, but not before commenting, “They also don’t glower, Princess Elsa.”

“Ugh, why do princesses have so many rules?” Anna moaned in dismay, “It’s all don’t do this, don’t do that! Are we not allowed to have fun?”

“Princesses must be perfect, composed little girls, so they can grow up to be perfect, composed women,” Ms. Haugen told them, “It’s for your own good.”

“But what if I don’t wanna be perfect or composed?” Anna challenged.

“Don’t worry, Anna,” Elsa whispered, “When I’m Queen, you can be exactly the kind of Princess you want to be.”

Ms. Haugen made an amused little noise as she picked up her lesson book. “Oh Princess Elsa, it sounds like someone has expectations that are perhaps a little too high,” she said mockingly.

“Well, why wouldn’t I be able to let Anna do what she wants,” Elsa asked, “I’d be the Queen - if I’m fine with it then other people have to be, too.”

“Yeah!” Anna chimed in, “People will hafta listen to her!”

Ms. Haugen rolled her eyes and closed her book. “Children, please. When you’re older, you’ll understand why you're both talking nonsense,” she sighed, “Now pay attention.”

“It’s gonna be so great when you’re Queen, Elsa,” Anna said excitedly, “We’ll get to do all the things we want to do! Like sled indoors!”

“And eat all the chocolate we want!” Elsa added.

“And play outside whenever we want to!” Anna exclaimed.

“I fear for the future of this country,” Ms. Haugen groaned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anna demanded, “Elsa’s gonna be a great Queen!”

Ms. Haugen rolled her eyes again, letting out a long-suffering sigh as she did. “Not if she’s only interested in goofing off and eating sweets,” she told them, “Given what I’ve seen of you both so far I’m not too hopeful.”

“I’m going to care more about just those things,” Elsa said defensively, leaping out of her chair to better challenge her tutor, “In fact, I’m gonna be a mighty Queen, so enemies beware.”

Ms. Haugen scoffed. “Well I’ve never seen a Queen before with quite unruly hair,” she sneered, tugging off Elsa’s headband, causing the hair free of her braid to fly all around her head.

Elsa snatched her headband back. As she fixed her hair, she stated, “I’m gonna be the main event, like no Queen was before.” She then mimicked the pose of one of the noble ladies in a nearby portrait, continuing, “I’m brushing up on looking down.” She then broke the pose, churning up a small ball of snowy magic in her hands before releasing it into the air. “And I’m gonna let my power soar!”

Ms. Haugen brushed the light dusting of snow off her shoulder. “And thus far a rather uninspiring thing,” she muttered grumpily.

Elsa ignored her, instead declaring happily, “Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!”

“You’ve got a rather long way to go, young lady,” Ms. Haugen snapped angrily, “If you think-”

“No one saying ‘Do this!’,” Elsa interrupted, imitating Ms. Haugen’s irritated pose by placing both hands on her hips and making a mock indignant face.

Ms. Haugen huffed in frustration. “Now when I said that, I meant-”

At this point, Anna was giggling her little head off, and couldn’t resist joining the fun. “No one saying ‘Be there!’,” she added cheerfully, leaping up onto the desk and pointing in a vague direction, also pretending to order someone around.

Ms. Haugen gasped in alarm. “Wha- Get down from there at once!” she commanded.

“No one saying ‘Stop that!’,” Elsa laughed, reaching a hand out for Anna to take, and then helping her down from the desk with ease.

“What you both don’t seem to realize, is-” Ms. Haugen tried to explain, only to stop short when she realized the pair of them were making a beeline for the door.

“No one saying ‘See here!’,” the sisters sang together, casting each other a mischevious glance before tearing out of the library.

“Now see here!” Ms. Haugen cried out in desperation before being forced to chase after them.

“We’d be free to run around all day!” Elsa stated happily as she and Anna raced down the hallway toward the large, circular staircase, “Free to do it all my way!”

With a graceful leap, she jumped up onto the banister of the staircase. With a wave of her hand, a bit of sparkling magic formed to help Anna up as well, and the pair slid all the way down to the main level, laughing as they did. Elsa dismounted with equal grace, and was there at the bottom to catch Anna before she went flying too far off the railing.

Before they could run off again, Ms. Haugen’s head appeared at the top of the stairs. She seemed a little winded, and her whole face was the colour of a tomato. “I think it’s time that you and I arranged a heart to heart,” she said, attempting her sugar-coated voice but instead coming off as far more threatening than usual as that’s what happens when one speaks through their gritted teeth.

“Queen’s don’t need advice from stuffy tutors, for a start,” Elsa replied nonchalantly. She and Anna then took off again down the main corridor, passing a few staff members who were more than amused at the sight of the mischevious princesses.

“If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out,” Ms. Haugen growled to herself as she ran down the stairs as fast as she could, “Out of service. Out of Arendelle. I wouldn’t hang about!”

She got to the bottom of the stairs, and must have been a pretty ugly sight to see - panting, slightly sweaty and dishevelled, and face now beet red - because the staff who were still in the hallway froze in sheer terror, before merely pointing in the direction the frazzled tutor’s charges had gone. As she stormed down the hall, she grumbled, “Leave it to those two to cause a scene.”

Further down the hall, Elsa and Anna had found their way to the ballroom. It was fortunately empty that day, meaning they could use it to their advantage for ditching their tutor for good. They did, however, still find the door locked. They stood there for a moment in dismay, but a passing group of young maids spotted them.

“Oh, Princess Elsa! Princess Anna! What are you two up to?” one of the maids inquired, knowing full well that the pair were probably up to something.

“We just want to go outside, but Ms. Haugen won’t let us!” Anna told them.

Elsa looked up at the maids and smiled her perfect little smile that made her impossible to resist. “How would you all like to help us?” she asked slyly.

The maids looked to each other. They merely shrugged, then turned back to the princesses and nodded. “I’ll go see if anyone else wants in,” another maid said eagerly, before rushing off toward the staff quarters. Another stepped forward with a key to unlock the ballroom.

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa declared once again as they entered the ballroom.

“Erm, pardon me, Princess,” a maid asked hesitantly, “But what exactly are we going to do?”

“Ms. Haugen’s going to be here any second,” Elsa told them, her tone that of someone who not only commanded attention but was also a seasoned tactician, “I need you all to distract her.”

“And, what if she gets past us?”

Elsa grinned and released a few snowflakes from her hands. “Leave that to me,” she said confidently. Turning to Anna, she then asked, “Wanna build a snowman?”

Anna’s giant smile somehow got even bigger as she nodded eagerly. Elsa took a few more steps into the room, then slammed her foot down. Ice spread out across the wooden floor, going all the way to the walls before shooting up the pillars and over the wallpaper, forming intricate icy designs as it did. Shimmering, glowing ice and snow filled the whole ballroom with blue and silver light. Delicate, icy tapestries hung down from the ceiling. Even the thrones received a wintery makeover. Elsa didn’t stop until the room was a complete winter wonderland - a ballroom fit for an Ice Queen.

Just then, there was a loud slam, and a furious Ms. Haugen stood at the parted doors to the ballroom. With one final flick of her hand, icy skates formed on the feet of the various servants who had agreed to help the girls out, and they immediately knew what to do.

Ms. Haugen took a few shaky steps out onto the slippery floor, only to suddenly find herself caught up in a mess of dancing skaters. “Everybody look left!” Elsa called out, prompting the staff to all spin and skate toward the left, taking a panicked Ms. Haugen along with them.

“Everybody look right!” Anna cried out with a laugh, barely able to keep her balance as she watched her stuffy tutor struggling against the sea of skaters on the ice.

Despite the struggle, Ms. Haugen managed to crawl through the masses, so she was front and centre when Elsa slid into the centre of the room, right where the light from the windows was congregating, stating proudly: “Everywhere you look, I’ll stand in spotlight!”

To add insult to injury, she had removed her headband, and brushed back her wavy hair into a wild, windswept look, held there by ice. She had even added some icy elements to her dress that glittered like stars in the sun. And she sported the largest grin on her face.

Ms. Haugen growled before forcing herself to stand up on the icy floor. “Not YET,” she shouted in retaliation.

Elsa didn’t seem fazed by the threat, instead conjuring glowing lines of magic in the shape of a hexagon around her and Anna. The ice on the floor shifted, then began to slowly rise up on six pillars of ice. Icicles looking like the branches of intricate snowflakes spread out between each pillar, sealing in the underside of the raised platform and - conveniently for Ms. Haugen - providing a way for her to climb up it. What she didn’t see was the formation of a short slide back down to the floor on the other side of the platform.

To make matters worse, the castle staff in cahoots with the princesses started to circle around the platform to make things difficult once again, all cheering wildly: “Let every subject go for broke and sing! From deep blue fjords and mountains green! She’ll be the greatest Queen we’ve ever seen!”

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa cried out from her icy stage.

Ms. Haugen huffed angrily and started to scale the structure. “If you live that long,” she muttered under her breath. She was so angry she didn’t even notice the cold from the ice on her skin.

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa repeated in her singsong voice, further egging her tutor on. At this point it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but the eldest princess knew what she was doing. That was the plan.

Ms. Haugen’s hand appeared over the edge of the platform. Then her other hand. Finally her head. And boy was she furious. Elsa motioned for Anna to head down the slide, which the younger princess did happily, sliding into the waiting hands of a couple helpful servants. Elsa remained where she was, holding full eye contact with her tutor when she began, “Oh I just can’t wait...”

Steam could practically be seen coming out of Ms. Haugen’s ears. She scrambled up to the platform and started to charge the princess, only for Elsa to casually point down. Ms. Haugen slid to a stop in the centre of the platform, only to finally notice the deep cracks in the ice that formed a six-sided trap door.

Elsa then jumped down the slide herself, and once she was down she and Anna headed for the door. With her and her sister looking out at their freedom, she turned back and finally finished: “...to be Queen!” And with that, she snapped her fingers, releasing the trap door. Ms. Haugen tumbled down onto a pile of soft snow inside her icy prison with one final yell. All the conspiratorial staff also fled out the various doors of the ballroom, leaving the fuming woman alone.

The sisters made their escape, racing out of the ballroom and down the hall, giggling and laughing the whole way. They rounded a corner, and were both so caught up in the excitement, that they didn’t see that the hallway had other occupants in it.

They each ran into a pair of legs. Anna had been going fast enough that she was knocked back onto her butt with a small “oof!”. Elsa remained on her feet, but in her disorientation, she wasn’t able to look up right away. She could only see a pair of impeccable, polished shoes standing in front of her. Shoes that looked very much like her father’s. And the person standing next to them was wearing a skirt that looked very much like her mother’s.

Elsa gulped and looked up to meet the confused and growing disappointed faces of her parents. Anna’s quiet “eep!” more than confirmed that this wasn’t a good situation to be in.

“Why aren’t you two in your lesson?” Papa asked slowly.

Elsa merely grinned as innocently as she could, but such an expression didn’t quite work on the King. Especially when he knew just how wily his daughter could be.

Then, in the distance, they could hear: “Hello? Hello? Elsa? Anna? Help!” The cries appeared to be coming in the direction of the ballroom.

Adgar levelled his daughter - who was still sporting her baby Ice Queen outfit - a tired, long-suffering glare. “Go to your room, the both of you,” he sighed in defeat, “We’ll discuss this after we talk with poor Ms. Haugen.”

“Y...yes, Papa,” Elsa replied quickly. Without another word, she scooped Anna up off the floor and the pair quickly raced upstairs to their shared bedroom.

“She gets it from you,” Adgar commented after his daughters had scampered away.

Idunn smirked. “I have definitely heard stories of you giving your tutors a hard time, too,” she said with a laugh.

“Have kids, they said,” Adgar grumbled with another exhausted sigh as he lead the way to the ballroom, “It’s for the continuation of the lineage, they said. It’ll be easy, they said...”

“And...you love them,” Idunn reminded him gently, a knowing smile on her face.

“Yes,” Adgar admitted with a small grin. It was promptly wiped off his face when he pushed open the door to the ballroom, only to discover the winter wonderland complete with Ms. Haugen doing her best impression of a caged tiger. Adgar sighed, likely not for the final time that afternoon. “Although it’s going to be increasingly hard to get them a proper education at this rate...”

#frozen #fanfic #anna #elsa #inspired by #i just can't wait to be king lyrics #i finally wrote a fanfic that incorporates song lyrics #i hope it turned out ok #very fluffy!#(although I already have an idea for a considerably more angsty follow-up...)

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