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matt-roseheart · 4 months ago

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I 'Lava' you

A short murder drones fanfic based on @dronebiscuitbat 's characters from their rp blog, @ask-elliot-doorman-fam, Tera and Kiara, Rad is here too :P

Kiara paced around the hideout cave, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "What if she doesn't like it? What if she thinks its too cheesy? what if-" Her rant is cut off by Rad trying to calm her down.

"Kia chill, this is Tera you're talking about, sure she may be tough, but every tough person i know has a soft and squishy side that loves this stuff" He says, as he's on the couch tuning a ukulele. "So, lets go over the plan one more time before shes back from checking the perimiter"

Kiara takes a deep breath, which doesn't help much to calm her nerves, "Okay, we're here becase you are 'practicing' for the short-story musical Mr.Roseheart is hosting,"

"Which is thankfully real, couldn't think of an exuse otherwise" He adds.

"Mhm, and hopefully she'll agree to sing along, oh robo-god i hope she'll sing along, she has to for this to work" Kia was nervous about that part, Tera had a beautiful voice, but only ever sang in the privacy of her room. Hopefully the hideout would be enough to bring her out of her shell a bit, no chances of others overhearing her here.

Before Kiara could linger on that thought, there was a sudden whoosh at the entrance, meaning Tera was back. Kia rushed to a seat, put on headphones, and brought up her laptop to a blank page, pretending to be writing something. No stories would be written today, only some of her thoughts going a million miles an hour, dont screw this up please work i have to tell her.

"okay, outside is clear, so Rad, why did you bring a ukulele again?" Tera asked, as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

"Oh, you know the musical Mr.Roseheart is gonna be hosting?" Wait, did she even know about that?

"The music teacher? Uh, yeah i think I've heard about that. Isn't it about a bunch of short-stories instead of one big one? My dad seems pretty interested in going." N had seemed exited when he heard about it, even wanted to audition.

Oh thank robo-god

"Yup, a friend of mine that auditioned asked if i could help with their story, so im here to practice"

"Ok, cool"

"And i was hoping you could help."

"Oh? with what? Guitar?"

"Vocals, i struggle on my own when theres multiple characters singing"

Oh no, she did not like the sound of that.

"I am NOT going anywhere near a stage and singing, no way!" Tera growled, which made kiara more nervous.

"No no no, just for practice, only here. The only audience being Kia" Rad said, as he motioned over to where Kiara was sitting. "The part I need you to sing is basically the same line over and over a few times anyway, please?" He was looking up at her with puppy eyes, hoping to convince her.

Tera hesitated for a moment, normally she wouldn't, but in this case, it was just the three of them, no prying ears to worry about, so why not. "Ugh, fine. But if a video of this starts floating around, you're dead. whats the song?"

"Do you know the song 'Lava'?" She should, Kiara made sure to show her, hoping Tera would listen to it for this.

"That cheesy lovesong between two volcanoes? Yeah, i think Kia showed that to me a while ago"

Good, so far the plan is working "Cool, I'll be the narrator, so all you need to sing is the volcano's part. Do you know the words?"

"He basically says the same thing over and over, so yeah, whenever you're ready." Wow, Kiara was suprised, this is going a lot smoother than she thought it would.

With Tera ready, Rad began to play, and sing suprisingly well, like he's practiced before....

"A long long time ago, there was a volcano, living all alone in the middle of the sea."

"He sat high above his bay, watching all the couples play, and wishing that he had someone too."

"And from his lava came, this song of hope that he sang out loud, every day for years and years" With her part coming up, Tera cleared her throat and began.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

"Years of singing all alone turned his lava into stone, until he was on the brink of extinction"

"But little did he know that living in the sea below, another volcano was listening to his song"

"Every day she heard his tune her lava grew and grew because she believed his song was meant for her"

"Now she was so ready to finally meet him above the sea as he sang his song of hope for the last time"

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

At that part, Kiara began to remove her headphones and close her laptop, nervously making her way over behind Tera.

"Rising from the sea below stood a lovely volcano, looking all around but she could not see him"

"He tried to sing to let her know that she was not there alone, but with no lava his song was all gone"

"He filled the sea with his tears as he watched his dreams dissapear as she remembered what his song meant to her"

Tera was about to sing the next part, thinking nothing of it, until someone else began to sing, making her jump as she turned around to see Kiara.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

Tera was caught off guard, by both her singing and the fact that Kia reached out to hold her hand that was resting on the arm of the couch. Theres no way, is she....

As Tera realised what she was doing, Rad continued the song.

"Oh they were so happy to finally meet above the sea, all together now their lava grew and grew"

"No longer are they all alone with aloha as their new home, and when you visit them this is what they sing" Tera, now holding onto Kiara's hand, hoping this wasn't a dream, continued with her.

"I have a dream i hope will come true"

"That you'll grow old with me"

"And I'll grow old with you"

"We thank the earth sea and the sky we thank too"

"I Lava you"

"I Love you"

Tera's face was all blush, lighting up the cave with a lavender glow, along with Kia's equally bright white blush. They sat there staring at eachother in awe for a minute before Kia broke the silence.

"Was that too cheesy?"

Tera stood and said, "Not at all, you weren't practicing for the musical, were you?" she asked looking over at thad.

"Nope, this was all her idea" He motioned over towards Kiara.

"So did you like it?" She asked nervously.

"I loved it" Tera said, before placing a kiss on Kia's forehead, nearly sending her into a reboot.

"Oh! I think I need to sit down" Tera sat back down, with Kia sitting next to her.

As Tera put her arm around Kiara, she let out a sigh of relief, everything went perfectly, and she couldn't be happier.

#murder drones #Tera #Kiara #jellydoughnut

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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omg i just thought it wld be cute if taehoon’s s/o helped him dye his hair black and shi for the runaway fam arc DKALKDS TAEHOON BRAINROT 😣😣😣

You thought?! You KNOW that would be cute as shit. Thank you so much for the ask anon, I'm surrounded by goddamn geniuses (sincerely)

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Dying his hair black

"Are you sure about this?"

You thought he bought the wrong one.

Taehoon coming to you with a hair dye kit isn't a new sight. You feel like you've done it a million times before. Every 6 weeks, just like clockwork, your boyfriend arrives at your house with a box dye kit in one hand and a splotchy old towel in the other.

"Yeah, are you worried it's not going to suit me." He deadpans.

He sits on the same old rickety stool as always, and his leg starts bouncing not even 2 minutes in from the effort of staying still, as always. Taehoon enjoys being a pain in the ass... Again, as always.

"Don't be a dick, you know what I mean."

"Stop fussing and get on with it."

You pause at tucking the towel in his collar and meet his eyes, clearly annoyed.

When it comes to these sessions, you know what the brown hair dye symbolises. You allow him to get away with a little more than usual. Today though? Today didn't hold the same importance. Something about a makeover for a runaway family, and you weren't going to take his usual shit lying down.

"Not if you're just going to give me attitude for it."

He looks at you, one eyebrow arched, "How about I let you cut my hair too?"

Oh. Wasn't that tempting. You were never that fond of Taehoon's weird mullet. You were attracted to him in spite of it, but it has grown on you. If push really came to shove, you will also reluctantly admit that it suited him.

How strange to imagine him now with any other style.

"Why does it feel like you're asking me to do more work?"

"Don't you want to?"

You did. You definitely did. But something about not being able to run your fingers through his hair like you used to made you suddenly miss it.

"Don't you want your sweet, helpless boyfriend to be safe?" Taehoon tugs at your arm, throwing you offbalance and into his, "Cmon, help me with a good disguise."

Taehoon pulls at the feathered ends of his hair a little self consciously.

You did a good job and honestly it's hard for something to be unflattering for him.

But the black hair reflecting back in the mirror. It's different. It's bigger than it is. As if he's suddenly letting a part of himself go and he's not ready yet. As if he's trying to forget someone when he doesn't want to.

"It's just hair," he mutters.

"It's just hair," you agree. You run your fingers through Taehoon's fresh black tresses before nuzzling his neck.

"Besides, I can help you dye it back"

#viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit webtoon #viral hit headcanons #viral hit #how to fight webtoon #how to fight headcanons #how to fight manhwa #how to fight #taehoon seong #taehun seong #seong taehun #seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon x reader #taehun seong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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breathlessmorro · 1 year ago

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Okay I am loving your takes so much while I am not a huge fan of Misako and Wu what you said made me think about a few things I'm still not a fan of them buuuut I don't think I dislike Misako as much and I also agreed with your take with the whole Nya Cole Jay thing anyways that's besides the point!!! How would Wu and the rest of the family Garmadon Misako & Lloyd react to Morro liking Kai?

Thank you for saying that, I greatly appreciate it! I get that Wusako isn't everyone's cup of tea, so no worries fam! I haven't been able to really explain my "takes" on a lot of the canon ships before, so it's nice to know my thoughts are being well received lol

NOW AS FOR THE DESTINYSHIPPING MOTHERFUCKERS -

Okay if you're a regular on my blog you probably know I have a million different ways that Destiny can become canon. Beyond that, there's a mullion different ways Morro actually joins the team in the first place. Morro takes Wu's hand. Morro comes back on the day of the Departed. Morro never actually leaves Wu's monastery (but we're ignoring that one for the sake of Destiny)

It's no secret that Kai probably hates Morro the most. He was the most relentless when it came to fighting him, trying to get Lloyd back, et cetera. Even during the Day of the Departed, he's the only one other than Lloyd who actually addresses him, ready to fight. So naturally, when setting up Destiny as a couple, you need to get over that barrier.

Morro joining the team under any circumstances is weird. One, he and Lloyd obviously aren't going to get along. Two, he might not even want to be a ninja. Three, he may not even fit into the group at all. Because of the way the characters are written, I think that if Wu gave Morro the chance of redemption, and Morro actually took it, the team would accept it and him. They stood down when Wu told them to, so it's not unrealistic that they'd trust him - after some protesting - that Morro wouldn't hurt them.

Except for Kai. Kai didn't trust Garmadon in season one, and that was Lloyd's father. Why would he ever trust Morro? Eventually everyone moves past not trusting Morro, if only because they're so annoyed by him and Kai fighting all the time. Even Lloyd I think would want Kai to give Morro a chance. It wouldn't be until either they're united against a common enemy, or until they're forced to see each other beyond their surface level traits, that they'd even be friends. However, I think that the second both Kai and Morro get past their animosity, they're bound to get together. Completely inseparable.

As for the reactions? WELL BABY LET ME TELL YOU -

Wu: He's extremely grateful that they've stopped fighting. Wu will never stop seeing Morro as a son either, so he's happy that he's giving himself the chance to be truly happy with someone. Of course, he gives Kai the stereotypical threat of "you hurt my son I hurt your face" but he's very supportive

Garmadon: Depending on which Garmadon we're talking about here. Evil Garmadon couldn't care less, he's not involved with their teenage shenanigans. Good Garmadon, however, would be concerned. I think he'd want to treat with Morro with respect, given that he's Wu's adopted child, but Morro still hurt his baby. He's always going to be biased against him. Not that Kai is Garmadon's favorite or anything, but he's still a little protective. Regardless, he doesn't voice his concerns to either of them, instead showing support, even if he's skeptical of their pairing.

Misako: I feel like she'd be in the same boat as Wu - relieved that they're not fighting, and that they're both happy. Misako isn't super close with either boy, so she's not as protective, but they're both part of her family, and she's always glad to see people overcoming their differences.

Lloyd: Now Lloyd is the trickiest, because he can either be their biggest cheerleader, or their biggest opposer. It depends on whether or not Lloyd's actually forgiven Morro, how he'll react. If he has, then sure enough he was right with Wu, trying to encourage Kai to stop picking fights, and was glad to find out they actually care about each other. If he hasn't forgiven Morro, however, then it's gonna be all too easy for him to get reasonably upset. Kai is supposed to be his brother - to protect him, and he goes and starts kissing the ghost that forced him to fight his friends??? Lloyd would get bitter fast in that case, and though he'd try to keep his feelings out of the fight, he'd slip up occasionally, and until he resolved things with both Kai and Morro, it would cost the team a lot. Lloyd's understanding and kindness is underestimated a lot; he tries to see the best in even the worst of people, and if you make an effort to do the right thing, he'll notice it. That being said, this is still the same kid who opened three serpentine tombs because he couldn't have some candy. Lloyd's ability to hold a grudge is strong, even turning him against his father at one point, but in the end he always comes around when he realizes the cost of his anger and acting on it isn't worth the consequences

#breathless speaks #morro ninjago #morro #kai smith #kai ninjago #lloyd garmadon #destinyshipping #destinyshipping ninjago #windflame #master wu #sensei wu #master garmadon #sensei garmadon #lord garmadon

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malnutx · 1 month ago

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🌟 Calling all RP enthusiasts! 🎤✨

Hey, lovely Tumblr fam! I've been toying with the idea of starting a Glee Next Gen roleplay and wanted to see if there's any interest out there! 🌈🎶

Would any of you be keen to dive into the musical world of Glee once again, this time with a fresh Next Gen twist? Picture new characters, new drama, and of course, tons of singing and dancing! 🎵💃

If this sounds like something you'd be down for or if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please let me know in the replies or shoot me a message! I'd love to hear from you all and see if we can make this Glee Next Gen RP dream a reality! 💫🎭

Like this post if you're interested or tag a friend who you think would love to be a part of this musical adventure! Let's spread the word and see where this journey takes us! 🌟✨

Thanks a million, beautiful souls! Can't wait to hear your thoughts! 💖🌟🎤

#glee rp #glee next gen rp #glee family rp #future rp #next gen rp

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bewitchingbaker · 2 months ago

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🌽

Thanksgiving was always a rather busy holiday for the Richardsons. It was one of the two times a year where the entire family could see each other. Compared to the Lunas, the Richardson lineage stretched far and wide across the windy city.

Every cousin, uncle, auntie, nice and nephew managed to show up and fit in the maroon greystone style home. Loud greetings could be heard at the door while young ones crowded around each other, imitating the latest tik tok dances. Jess, finally with a seat at the grown folks tables, could be seen slamming dominos with her uncles.

Rico had 50 million questions for Zora, mainly on his chances of meeting and dating an alien. Vic on the other hand was on Dee watch, making sure the eldritch cutie didn't eat any of Granny Richardson's furniture. Speaking of, our young baker Chris was helping put the finishing touches on a few desserts for Granny Richardson. Despite her complaints of wanting him to relax, she was thankful for Chris's help

After one last hour, the Richardson's were all seated for dinner. The once busy symphony of activity was now a respectful silence. Although most of the family had their eyes on the impressive spread before them.

At the head of the table, Granny Richardson looked over her family with pride.

"While we would normally start with prayer," She began before motioning to her grandson and grandaughter, "But we want to be a bit more open this year to the young ones who may not follow what we do."

Chris and Jess offer each other a smile.

"So we're switching things up and letting our guests give some words of thanks before we eat. Chris, why don't you and your guest offer up some words."

The baker looks around for a moment, one hand straightening his glasses.

"Ummm-" he begins.

"Chris, no ums." Granny quickly corrects him.

"Right! Well first, I want to say it's amazing that we're all here in one space. As you know, Richardsons can get busy once we start hustling. But it's great to know we all took time to see one another and show love to each other before Christmas."

He looks over his family.

"Not to get mushy, but I'm thankful to have a side of the fam that is so accepting of all parts of life. Normal and....not so normal. I imagine it's alot to discover that all the things we read about are real so I'm thankful you accept the life me and Jess bring." Chris finally smiles, "You all make the fantastic feel normal and for that I'm grateful."

Chris looks to Zora.

"Z, you have anything to add to make this speech better?"

[ @escapedartgeek ]

#escapedartgeek #; ic

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badboysupr · 3 months ago

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“Excited” was a word for it: what he felt when he first came across both Chiron and the pegasi—the latter being the stuff of most kids’ dreams. Maybe stunned, too, in a Holy crapezoid! If these exist, then that means a million cooler things probably exist, too! kind of way. (Sorry, not sorry, ponies.) Camp Half-Blood itself was an entire wonder. The Hephaestus Cabin was a wonder—and even more so now that Leo was in command. (You’re welcome.) Heck, Festus was a wonder then and now, both because if Leo didn’t think that, the dragon would probably find some way to torch him and because it was just . . . true.

Leo would be lying if he didn’t say the prospect of watching MLP with a bunch of ponies had to be one of the best ideas he’d ever heard out of Will’s mouth. (“One of” because another phenomenal brain nugget was on the way, locked and loaded. Stay tuned.)

“They don’t currently, is what it sounds like you’re saying,” he observed, and seeing that smile continue to twitch on the boy’s lips only encouraged Leo in all the worst ways. “Sounds like Uncle Leo’s gotta educate the masses.” Without a wasted second, he peeled the back off his “You weren’t as big of an annoyance as you could have been” commemorative prize, slapped that puppy right on the front of his shirt. And he spent a moment admiring it when that aforementioned brain nugget (brain blast, let’s be honest) from Doc hit him like a truck.

Slow realization dawned on his face, his jaw hanging open briefly while he absorbed the idea. (Well, more like the concern that had just become an idea—thank you, Sunshine!) That open-mouthed gawking turned into what Leo could only assume was a grin rivaling the Grinch. “Oh my gods—you’re right.” He slapped a hand on Will’s shoulder. “That’s what we’re missing here! Of all the people to suggest it . . . Who’da thunk, y’know—?”

Giving him a playful squeeze, “Me and the fam would love to get started on that. Brilliant; I’ll let them all know it was our resident healer’s idea, so . . . we totally have permission.”

"Okay, well save yourself and me from any more interesting things, please," Will said, a small smile dancing on his lips at the finger gun and generally nonchalant attitude. Because that was of course how Leo would react to the situation, as it seemed like he'd react to most situations. Not that that was a good thing, Will reminded himself, packing up some of his things while Leo talked. But then Will had spent too much time around death-defying demigods to know what was a healthy amount of self-preservation.

However much it was, he had a sinking suspicion that Leo didn't have any of it.

At least Leo committed to picking a sticker, because of course he did, and Will nodded solemnly, pulling free a sticker that showed a cluster of five magical ponies, some with wings, some with unicorn horns, all brightly colored. The rest of the stickers he slid back into his pouch as he considered Leo's question.

"I haven't really asked him about it, although I've seen some of the younger, newer campers get really excited when they see him for the first time. Same thing with the pegasi." He paused, another small smile creeping on his face even as his tone became sarcastically flat again. "I don't think they have weekly My Little Pony viewings, just in case you were thinking about joining them."

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes a little about how proud Leo suddenly looked, he refrained himself from slapping his own forehead. That would be beneath his professional appearance and would probably only make Leo prouder. "Yes, like I said, it's usually a one-way street," he said with a pointed look.

At first Will thought that Leo meant to do a repeat performance, but at least that seemed to be off the table, and he wasn't about to suggest it either. But now the new horror of Leo copycats sprang to life and his lips rolled together in a beat of concern. "Please tell me the Hephaestus cabin isn't making a resurrection device or something."

#gloryseized #(v: main)#(prose)#sb: pls don't do the thing leo #leo: well i WASN'T until you just said that #gfnhjjaodgnhjao leo PLEASE why do you inSIST-#will is such mvp tho i adore him and how easily he deals with leo's nonsense x'D <3

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ynscrazylife · 3 years ago

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Can I please please request one where Natasha and Yelena have another younger sister (Y/N) and she gets badly injured and her older sisters are hysterical since they’re afraid to lose one they love the most

A Race Against Time | romanoff fam fic

Summary: Natasha and Yelena do their best to help their hurt younger sister.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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“Everybody alright?” Natasha asked as Alexei and Melina approached her and Yelena. The redhead herself definitely hadn’t gotten out of the whole ordeal without injuries. In fact, from Dreykov punching her to the fight against the Widows, and the fight against Antonia (not to mention the injuries from the past few days that she hadn’t taken care of), she was in some pain. However she didn’t worry about herself, she knew she’d be fine. She always was.

Natasha glanced over and spotted Y/N making her way over to them, too. From the distance, Natasha couldn’t tell that she was limping and was very hurt.

“I am clearly injured,” Melina deadpanned, causing Natasha to look back over and send her adoptive mother a smile as an apology. With a quick glance, Natasha could tell that she’d be okay, she’d just need a cast on that ankle and-

Thump.

The sound, accompanied by Yelena’s loud gasp and yelp, broke through Natasha’s thoughts and caused her to whip around suddenly. The sight her eyes landed on instantly sent what felt like an ice shard plunging into her chest. No. No.

By the time she snapped out of it, Yelena was already by Y/N’s unconscious figure, which the thump must have been - her plummeting to the ground - and Alexei was helping Melina over as fast as he could. Natasha sped past them and dropped to her knees, her brain wired to already be processing the situation and formulating a plan, while she lightly stopped Yelena’s wrist to prevent her from going to shake Y/N.

“You don’t move someone who is unconscious unless necessary - it could injure them,” she breathed out. Yelena, who could see that her older sister was in autopilot mode, sat back and let her do her thing, opting to look up at her parents, instead.

Both their eyes were glued to Y/N. Alexei’s eyebrows crinkled and, after taking a big breath, muttered (just loud enough for them to hear), “There’s blood on you.”

Natasha’s eyes snapped down and sure enough, her knees were bloodied. She quickly looked up only to see blood beginning to come from Y/N’s stomach where she had fallen on her side. Closing her eyes for a moment to allow herself to think, Natasha carefully and gently pulled up Y/N’s shirt, only to see an open gash in the shape of the Widow hourglass.

“Wha-?” She said, barely forming a word, and Yelena leaned over to see.

She immediately began shaking her head and pushed Y/N onto her back. “I-I know what this is, I think. I remember hearing about a weapon that’d leave that mark,” she rambled out.

Melina peered over Natasha’s shoulder and when she saw it, her face went pale. “That-that weapon, it ejects a blast that makes that mark when it meets the skin. It was made as a precaution in case any of the Widows went rogue - it was made years ago. But only a few were made because they were so confident in themselves. It-it goes along with a process they constructed to re-brainwash the Widows. The blast gets under her skin, in her body, with a chemical that’s in it, and that chemical starts the brainwashing process,” she explained.

A park of hope entered Yelena’s eyes. “So she won’t be fully brainwashed?” She asked.

“Not without the rest of the procedure,” Melina began, but then her eyes widened when she remembered something and horror quickly flashed across her face. “But if the process isn’t completed within a certain time period, the chemical will wear off its brainwashing effects and instead will start hurting her . . . A lot . . . But I have an antidote-” her tone sped up now, “-It’s back at the house. We need to get her there.”

Natasha and Yelena nodded, both having gone through a great wave of emotions throughout Melina’s words. Yelena, while racked with worry, still remained hopeful, and Natasha did her best to be, too, but her tears were drying and she was sniffling.

“The jet is-” Alexei began to say, when the sound of the engines of cars rapidly approaching cut him off.

Natasha looked over. “Shit, Ross,” she said, regretting even tipping him off to their location in the first place.

Melina bit her lip. “You girls go. Take Y/N home. The antidote is labelled ‘Ant-Widow,’,” she told them firmly.

Yelena’s lips parted to protest, not wanting to split up, but catching Natasha picking up Y/N out of the corner of her eye stopped her. She nodded, rising to her feet.

“We’ll distract them. They won’t want anything to do with us when they realize you’re not here,” Melina insisted.

Natasha sent her a look that she could only hope was conveying everything she wanted it to. A million thoughts whizzed about in her mind, none making room for each other. She wondered, would they leave them alone? Or would they be taken into questioning? Shouldn’t she be the one facing Ross - since she called him there? Is Y/N going to be okay? Will they get there in time?

By the way Melina looked back at her, Natasha thought that her message had been received. There was no time to go over the plan any longer, if they stayed even a couple more seconds they’d get caught by Ross, whose army of cars headed to a halt.

Natasha bolted off in the jet’s direction, Yelena quick on her heels. They rushed inside and Natasha took her time to gently put Y/N down before going to the pilot seat. Yelena sat down in the back, wanting to watch over their little sister.

Neither of them said anything until Natasha had gotten them off the ground and away from the field. Yelena could hear the engine whirring and she knew that Natasha was going as fast as this aircraft could probably go.

“Natasha,” she said, her voice small and hesitant, reminding Natasha of her own self when she was younger. The redhead braced herself for her sister’s words. “Do you think we’ll get there in time?”

Natasha let out a slow yet steady breath, fighting back the urge to tell her not to say that. She wondered the same thing, and she hated it. She didn’t answer, though, because she didn’t want to lie. She didn’t know herself, and she also hated that.

Yelena looked down in defeat when she didn’t get an answer and continued watching Y/N. She couldn’t stop herself from worrying and when she spotted the other injuries — bruises, cuts, scrapes — littering her body, she got up and went to the back.

The blonde grabbed the med kit they had stored and went back, quickly opening it up and getting everything she needed. First, bandages. Yelena put pressure on the wound even though she knew it wouldn’t bleed out, and a twinge of guilt hit her when Y/N moved and groaned unconsciously.

She then wrapped up Y/N’s stomach and tended to her other injures, every so often glancing at Natasha, who she could see by the way she was sitting up straight that she was tense. Upset. Worried. Yelena had to admit she was feeling those same things but busied herself by taking care of Y/N.

This carried on and they were about ¾ there when everything shifted. Y/N, who had been mostly quiet throughout the journey, suddenly rolled onto her side, eyes opening with a startled gasp.

Natasha frantically looked up at Yelena and the latter jumped to resolve the situation. Gently, she put her hands on her younger sister’s shoulders and tried to turn her onto her back, but Y/N fought her off and scurried back, against the wall.

“Y/N,” Yelena said, slowly putting her hands up in a “surrender” gesture.

The younger one shook her head as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “It-it hurts,” she got out, wrapping her arms around herself.

Yelena sent Natasha a frightened, desperate look and the glint in Natasha’s eyes held tears in them. “I can’t go any faster!” She cried out in frustration, her anger at her helplessness beginning to grow.

Yelena turned back to Y/N. “Take deep breaths with me, okay?” She said, and took a couple deep breaths to show her. It took Y/N a second, but she followed along. However, the pain didn’t take a break for long, and quickly came crashing back to her, like a magnet.

She let out another cry, but this one filled with that much more anguish, desperation, a pure rage from wanting it to be over, a rage that nearly caused her to vomit. Y/N leaned forward, hoping that there was something - anything - that could relieve this pain for even just a second. The warmth she was soon filled with from her older sister’s arms wrapping around her and pulling her close did nothing to soothe pain, but she found someone to have a steady grip on, someone to hold.

This continued on. In every cry let out, Yelena could’ve sworn each one was louder than the last. She didn’t know what to do so she did the only thing she could and stayed there. After a particularly loud cry from Y/N, Yelena couldn’t stop a “Natasha!” from escaping.

“I’m trying!” She shouted over the engine and over Y/N, doing her best to blink away the tears and focus, but everytime she was on the brink of it, something tore her away.

After what felt like what could only be described as eons, Natasha managed to touch down in the same spot she had just a day ago. The moment they made contact, she leapt out of her seat, nearly tumbling to the floor, and practically fell against the door.

“Stay with her,” was all she said to Yelena before pushing all her weight against the door and breaking off into a run towards the house.

Natasha had run fast before. To escape Antonia, on countless SHIELD missions, and even to beat Sam in a race, but none amounted to this. The mountains and trees whipped by so fast that she felt like she was in a race car and it made her head spin. Nonetheless (and she thanked her extensive training for that), Natasha’s stamina held out and she ran through the house, tripping over things and knocking others over, until she reached Melina’s office.

At first, everything looked like a normal office space for a normal business woman, but the underlying science and spy secrecy that she knew had to be inside was revealed. Cabinets upon cabinets filled with vials upon vilas and files upon files. She scoured the entire room and nearly dropped the green-filled file when she saw its label. This was it.

A moment of victory passed until Natasha remembered the weight of the situation and she got back on her feet, running like the wind, and leaving behind the office looking like some raccoons had gotten inside.

By the time she reached the top of the hill, Natasha could make out the outline of Yelena carrying Y/N (who was draped over her like a curtain, by the way) toward her.

They met in the middle and Yelena put Y/N down, the older sisters kneeling beside her. Y/N was half-conscious at this point and Natasha moved at the speed of light to get the vial lid off. “She was getting worse, I couldn’t wait!” Yelena yelled.

When she got it open, Natasha pushed it towards Y/N’s lips. “Y/N, honey, c’mon, you gotta drink,” she encouraged, hand trembling as Y/N attempted to fight her off. It was only Yelena running her hands through her hair that calmed her down, and she took a small sip of the vial’s contents at first before gulping it down.

When she stopped squirming and seemed to no longer be in pain, instead falling into a peaceful sleep, that’s when both Natasha and Yelena had calmed down. It had been a rollercoaster, but they did it, and she was okay. The two held each other, relieved.

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ptergwen · 3 years ago

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hi hi!!! my friend and i LOVEEEE your work (no literally we constantly send ur fics back and fourth) my birthday is coming up (september 16th!) and i was wondering if you could do a “peter on your birthday” kind of thing?

peter on your birthday

a very floofy hc for y’all!

a/n: hiiii that actually made me smile so big hehe thank u both for reading and happy early birthday :,) consider this your gift <3

peter is calling you at twelve on the dot and not a second later

or showing up at your window

or calling you on his swing over to said window

he’d wish you a happy birthday with the warmest hugs n softest kisses

every single spot on your face gets a smooch

this dork would make a bunch of jokes about how old you are

“aw, babe! you’re one year closer to getting the senior discount!”

and then you’d kick him out

he’s definitely referring to you as ~the birthday girl~ all day

or birthday boy or my birthday baby

doesn’t even need to ask what you wanna do bc he already has an itinerary planned

peter almost never plans things cuz he’s peter so you’re obv pretty special to him

super special

if you like to shop he’d take you on a fun lil spree

he’ll hype you up when you try stuff on :,) like showers you in compliments ugh

and he tells you not to worry about paying ofc it’s on him!

no matter how many times you offer to chip in

he searched every last piggy bank and couch cushion for loose change so you wouldn’t have to

if you like animals then you’re going to the aquarium

peter teaches u random fun facts about the fish and stuff cuz he’s smart like that

and he’d loveeeee to just watch you watch the tanks

he’d have literal heart eyes whenever he sees your face light up hehe

if you’re an artsy kind of person then you’re painting

or doing ceramics or whatever you like !

peter would (attempt to) make you something but he knows ur the real pro

basically anything you’re into, peter will find a way to incorporate it in your day

oh and he’d write you the most insanely sweet card

the words never come out of his mouth right so he figured a letter is better

it’s paragraphs about how much you mean to him and how incredible you are

etc etc etc it’s mushy gushy in the best way

you’d be tearing up by the end of reading it

which would make peter tear up

so you’d both cry and hold each other for a while

followed by more kisses from peter on your lips, forehead, cheeks.. everywhere

when the day is almost done he’d take you for treats at your restaurant of choice

cupcakes or ice cream or both bc why not

he’d def have the place stick in a candle

maybe ur celebrating later with the fam or friends but he wants his own moment with you

peter would be beaming while you blow it out and wish really hard

you’d split the food but he’d let you take the bigger halves

then he’d walk you back home for curfew :/ bittersweet

you’re going the long way tho duh

he’ll hold your hand tight n squeeze every so often

you’ll thank him about a million more times

which he finds adorable and giggles at

peter would lay one last kiss on you before you part

before your parent(s) or guardian(s) see

he’d wait for you to get inside and then he’s off

but don’t worry your story doesn’t end here

your phone would ding with a text later that night

you up for a little more bday fun? i’ll sneak u out <3

and the next adventure would begin

#peter parker #peter parker headcanon #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland headcanon #tom holland imagine

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quellmythirst · 3 years ago

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House Hunting - Part 1

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you've had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 1.5k, told in 2 parts because my attention span is fucked after to many words.

A/n: So, Couldn't get this idea outa my mind. I unkilled Frankies fam and now your his kid, the youngest of the 3. I hope you like Dads best friend Billy as much as I do.

Warnings: Big ol' age gap, dad's best friend, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, dirty talk... ummm? let me know if I forgot something.

THIS FIC IS FOR 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! OK! I do not consent for my works to be copied, translated or stolen.

You remember the first time you met Billy, your father had brought him around for your brother's birthday. He was quiet and aloof, you were immediately intrigued by him, asking him a million questions. Thrilled that you were able to even hold his attention for so long. He just smiled at you politely answering your questions, but you could see his eyes darting around, silently looking for an exit.

He wasn't much different now, standing in your backyard of your parents home. They had invited him for a barbecue, it was your last break before you had to head back into the city to find a job. God, they fussed over you but you supposed with Frankie Jr overseas fighting the same war as your father and Lisa in California, you were the only baby they had left to dote on.

Sitting on the bench in the backyard you watched your parents lovingly embrace over the grill, not noticing when a certain someone had slipped in beside you.

“You know if you need a job, Anvil is always hiring.” he smirked at you, your eyes fixed on his lips as he took a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I don't know what Anvil would want with a library science major.”

“Sure I could find somewhere to fit you in,” his voice low, as he moved to sit closer to you. You felt a familiar heat creep through your body, as it had the last few times you had seen Billy, you knew it was wrong, the unconscious way you soaked through your panties every time he was around. He's your dad's best friend, not to mention nearly twice your age.

“I can find my own job, I don't need your charity,” you stood to get yourself a beer, needing desperately to put some space between you. Taking a beer from the cooler, you headed back over to the table, sitting beside your mother as she offered you a burger.

“Thanks ma, for housing me while I find a place in the city.”

“Dear, you don't need to thank us. We're your parents. We love having you here don't we,” you saw your father jump when she kicked him under the table

“Yeh, always happy to have you kiddo,” He smiled at you.

“I could help you find a place,” Billy smiled sickeningly sweetly at you from across the table. Your father slapping him on the shoulder, with a proud smile.

“What a great idea, wouldn't that be good sweetie? Uncle Bill can take you tomorrow.” completely oblivious to the tension running through your veins, this wasn’t a good idea.

"I don't want to be any trouble," You squirmed, you couldn't. Fuck. You had not been alone with him since you left for college and every time he was here you felt that heat growing throughout your body. You weren't sure you'd be able to keep the thoughts you usually reserved for when you were alone at bay. His hands that looked so strong, how his body would feel- shaking your head, not the time or place. You glanced down, taking a distracting bite of your burger.

“No trouble, anything for Frank's little girl.” He was smiling but you saw something in his eyes. Mischief, it was a look he used to give you when you would play pranks on your father and brother.

“Uh- thanks. I might head up to bed,” You grumble, he had you cornered. How could you decline such a generous offer? But maybe? no, not a good idea. Fuck.

“Goodnight dear, sleep tight,” your mother spoke, kissing you on the forehead.

“Night sweetie,” your father called, grabbing himself another beer.

Stepping out of the bathroom you are met with a sharp wall in your way, "Uh sorry, didn't realise-" you stop staring up at those dark and stormy eyes that have been following you all afternoon.

“No trouble little girl,” he smirks down at you, seeing the small towel that's wrapped around your frame. You feel your core pulse as arousal washes over you, his eyes daring you to step away, fixing those dark eyes on you like you're the last woman on earth. Heat rushing through your body, the overwhelming need to reach out and touch him. His hand rests on the door frame as he looms over you. “See something you like, little girl?” His voice low and rumbling in his chest. Shit you could just reach up-

“Hey kiddo thought you were going to bed?” Frank calls from the stairs, turning to head into his room.

“Just needed a shower,” you yell back. Billy steps away watching you as you retreat into your room. Pressing your ear to the door, you try to listen to their muffled conversation as they talk, before you hear one set of footsteps proceed down the stairs. You let out the breath that had been caught in your lungs.

“See you tomorrow, little girl,” You hear him whisper through your door, sinking down onto your knees, your head held in your hands.

You woke at the crack of dawn, hopelessly trying to figure a way out of this situation. You couldn't. If you pretended to be sick your mother would worry and bring you straight to the doctor. If you told them the truth. No, that was an even worse option. Both your parents loved Billy. You were trapped, you would just have to keep your composure, you're an adult, you reassured yourself. I'm a grown ass woman, I can resist temptation.

Hoping to make the best of the situation, you put on a light sundress, in your favourite colour. It was long enough to be conservative and cute, covered in pretty daisies. At least maybe with a man with you the real estate agents might take you seriously. Open your prospects a bit. Yeh. That's all this is you reassured yourself. You're just overthinking this because you haven't been on a date in a year and even that was disappointing. There's no way he would want you, you’re being stupid. He’s just your dad's friend who wants to help. Nodding to yourself in the mirror you step out the door. The smell of breakfast wafting into your nose.

“Hey ma, what's for breakfast?” you ask, descending the stairs.

“Your favourite,” she sets the plate down in front of you.

“Thanks looks delish,” you tuck in, enjoying each and every bite. She watched you sipping on her coffee from across the table.

“Your uncle should be here soon,”

“Billy ain't my uncle ma,” you say with a mouth full and your mother sets her glare on you, you slam your mouth shut. Your eyes are focusing on your meal.

“Well me and your pa are going out today to. So we won't be home until tomorrow night.”

“Where you guys off to?” You asked

“Spa retreat, you know I've been trying to get him to come for years. Since you got plans for the day he didn't have an excuse,” She smiles proudly, for finally roping the ever stoic Frank Castle into a spa day.

“Did ya hear kiddo, your beautiful mother is taking me for a day of pampering,” he groans, sitting next to you at the table.

“Oh I heard, here's an Idea, I'll go with ma and you and Billy can go find me an apartment.” you chirp.

“Haha, no way,” He pats you on the back, “I'll never hear the end of it if I bail now,” Your mother shoots him a look and you know he's right.

“Hey Y/n you ready to go,” Billy called as he walked through the front door, “I’ve got lots of cool places for you to see.”

“Just let me grab my coat and my purse,” you spun around, he was in a suit. How have you gone your whole life and never seen him in a suit before? Normally it was just jeans and a sweater, and fuck did he look great. You clambered up the stairs, taking deep breaths to steady your thumping heart. You can do this. You can. He's just your dad's friend helping you look for a place. Ok.

“Be safe kiddo,” your father pulled you into a hug, “I expect you to get her home safely and at a reasonable hour Russo,”

“Sure thing lieutenant,” Billy saluted your father, “have a good spa day,” he winked.

“The city is a dangerous place dear, make sure to stick with Billy,” your mother said as she hugged you.

“All good ma, we'll be fine,” You smiled walking out to hop in Billy's slick black car, hoping no one noticed the blatant way your eyes were fixed on his ass in those pants.

#billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #reader x billy russo #female!reader x billy russo #dads best friend billy russo

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jandjsalmon · 3 years ago

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2022 Fanfiction Reading Challenge

June 2022 Stats

Well, my friends. June was as crazy as I thought it would be. Aside from the whole horrible state of *gestures at everything*, the Salmon fam moved out of our house and into a hotel for a MONTH - right in time for the HS graduation of my middle son (and our fun impromptu grad trip to Los Angeles and my sunburn from hell). Thankfully, there are only SIX more sleeps until I’m in my brand new house. I have missed my own bed and I never thought I would say this - but I miss eating food I made myself in my own kitchen. You know how they say that adulthood is basically complaining about what to make for dinner every night until you die? Well eating out every night doesn’t change the fact that you still have to decide at which restaurant to eat... it’s a never ending problem (and an expensive one).

ANYWAY - enough about my real life. Let’s talk fic because we all need a little brightness in our lives right now because *gestures at everything* I’m JUST shy of 10 million words read and I’m just over halfway through the year. My goal of +20 mill for the year *might* be within reach.

Pairings were fun this month. I read 10 new ships (some highlights were Eddie/Chrissy from Stranger Things, Phoenix/Bob from Top Gun: Maverick, and even a Ted/Rebecca from Ted Lasso), I also read some of YOUR favourites (from your bookmarks on Ao3) - how else would I have found a heartbreakingly angsty Stevie/Alexis (Schitt’s Creek) fic if it weren’t for you? So thank you!

I’m still working on my Hard (72/88) and Extreme(35/65) challenges. There are several tasks at the @fanfic-reading-challenge that deal with minorities. Do any of you currently have favourite stories with a minority (any minority) as a main character that you can direct me to?

Here are some of my favourite reads and rereads for this month. I hope you will read them and leave lots of loving reviews to let these awesome authors know how much you appreciate them.

Tumblr Meet Cute (2 fic series - T) by Toryb - Tory wrote this one several years ago and it was SO fun to revisit. Betty meets Jughead on tumblr - and they fall in love and then meet in person and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I was feeling nostalgic for Bughead fandom fluffiness and this fit the bit. Fellow Buggies - if you haven’t read these two one-shots yet, you need to. DO IT!

let's make some music (fuck all of the bullshit) by @feelavalanche (2/2 - E) - My girl wrote this one - and I am a SUCKER for Musician AUs. Fez and Lexi are both singers with grammy nominated albums and they are SO CUTE together.

only good things happen here by @sweetsoundsofignorance (6/6 - E) - HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND! Okay, so I had a lot of feelings while I read this one. It was dark. SO dark. But the final chapter was SO FREAKING cathartic! This fic is canon-divergent at the 'Key Party’ and includes a very dark Betty who does dark things for good reasons? It was both hard and wonderful to read. I don’t know how to explain it - but I think you should read it if you like morally grey (or morally black) characters and character motivation.

Postcode Envy by @bewitchingredhead36 (33/33 - E) - I started reading this Veronica Mars fic in 2014 on ff.net - and there was a big break and then the lovely author started posting chapters again 2022 (thankfully I was subscribed so I got the notification) and it was finally finished in June. The premise is - Cindy Mackenzie is hit in the head with a baseball and wakes up back in high school - but not as Cindy Mackenzie, but as Madison Sinclair (as if she wasn’t switched at birth at all) - but she remembers Veronica and Cassidy and Dick and Logan and everyone.

Enjoy the recs - and I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and happy July.

#2022frc #2022 fic reading challenge #jandy's fanfic reading challenge adventure 2022 #reading fics with jandy #long post

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onceupon · 3 years ago

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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🏷: @hopebaker @pogueslandia @mardema

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princeofyorkshire · 2 years ago

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guys. GUYS. i just finished the album. UM.

first of all: FUCKKKKK

i am in love with this album. like i’m not fucking joking i was a bit scared i wasn’t gonna like it that much cause i’ve never been a pop punk girlie but this is genuinely a great album from start to end. no skip album. i’ve enjoyed it so much. GOD.

the greatest: dude. THIS is how every album should begin. such a strong start it got me hooked so fast. the fucking STRINGS???? “it’s you and me until the end”????? i am losing my mind and it’s only the first song

written all over your face: ok i see you mutuals i get it. I GET IT. i was like how good can this song be why is everyone so obsessed with the way he says hey babe. and i get it now. this man is moaning in my ear and i’m pretending to be fine. this is fucking sexy. he is fucking sexy oh my god

bigger than me: yes i am including the singles idc! i really don’t think it was The Odd One i honestly do think it fits in the album. and it still slaps. i love you baby girl thank you for the vocals

lucky again: um hi he sounds SO SOFT IN THIS ONE. but still so hot. it’s such a vibe!!!! i really really liked this one. he was lucky once he could be lucky again <3

face the music: i have a lot of weaknesses when it comes to louis but him singing about dancing has a special place in my heart. “i don’t want to face the music but i still want to dance with you” is such a soft lyric i’m sobbing. the pre chorus is EVERYTHING

chicago: STRINGS STRINGS STRINGS STRINGSSSSS. his voice is specially soft in this one wow. “would you have told me to keep going or would you say to walk away?” GOD. louis is the king of writing sad bangers he never fucking misses

all this time: MY JAW DROPPED??????? ok wow i was not expecting this vibe. i fucking love his voice idc how many times i say this he just sounds so good in this one although it kinda does get lost in the music a bit. still obsessed.

out of my system: ok again i’ve listened to this song a million times but it’s still so hot and sexy and i’m so glad it’s a single she deserves a lot more attention and promo that it got but alas TURURURURURURURU TURURURU!!!!

headline: first of all. ACCENT? i feel like it’s much stronger in this one. it’s so vibey i can’t stop smiling while dancing!!! idk what it is about it it just makes me very happy. what did he put in this song!!!!! the ending made me scream a bit like why did he just end it like THAT. i love it. fuck

saturdays: another sad banger!!! THE FUCKING BUILD UP!!!! i was scared it wasn’t leading to anything but it did and it fucking killedddd it wow. WOW. also. “my heart might be broken but i won’t be broken down” FUCK!!!!!

silver tongues: ok another slays obvs. for some reason i kinda hear don’t let it break your heart in the beginning??? maybe it’s just the piano but idk. speaking of piano….. i kinda wish it wasn’t included at the beginning BREAKING MY SILENCE. idk why i’m not a fan of the build up BUTTTT the rest fucking slaps. it’s one of those songs that just make you happy u know. there’s this nostalgic feeling as well that i really really like

she is beauty we are world class: ok. ok i see you. this one is definitely different i like that he’s including something like this although i think this might be my least favorite…. 🫣 it def has some club vibes which i think is cool, i like that he’s experimenting with his sound and it’s def a nice addition to the album although it’s not really my thing

common people: first line already got me <3 i love that he’s so connected to his roots and who he is :’) such a soft song. it’s a lovely tribute to donny and his fam!! “when i get lost i go back to where i started” <3

angels fly: THE LYRICS IN THIS ONEEEE. pls i love that the album just becomes more and more soft as it goes….. i don’t have much to say except that this one hits harddddd god my heart is so full of love for him

holding on to heartache: i couldn’t stop thinking about the way he says darkness and silence like that broke my brain until i heard him scream you know the partys over WOWWW!!!!! like wow. i fucking loved the build up. this was crazy

that’s the way love goes: um how is this the last song already WHAT. anyway it’s so fucking soft hello? i love louis writing about friendship so much it’s not something we really hear from him in his music and i’m glad he decided to end this amazing album w a sweet ballad like this one. really really liked it

overall i think it’s THE album. it’s so fucking louis. the evolution from walls to this is beautiful to see. i do love walls but the production, the lyrics, the sound itself is so much mature, you can almost hear the confidence in it. i’m so proud of louis and this record. i can’t wait to hear it live someday <3

#guys my heart is so full of love for this man. fuck.#effie talks to the moon

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spaceprincessem · 3 years ago

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i found you flightless bird

okay dickkory fam, you asked for a slow dancing scene and now I am delivering. Thank you to @escapism-through-imagination @meetmeunderthestarrynight and @ambelle for the inspiration to write this little piece that SOMEHOW turned into like 2k idk how that one happened anyways we deserve Dick and Kory being soft and in love. I’m a few episodes behind and I kind of skipped over the conflict to get to the good stuff so don’t @ me okay i just want soft dickkory 🥺

you can read it here on ao3 as well!

title inspired by Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine which is the song I imagine playing while they slow dance

Dick sighed heavily, his eyes glancing back down at his watch for the third time in the past minute. The dying embers in the fireplace were still glowing softly, casting a warm hue of orange over the sitting room. He adjusted his tie, paced around the table, readjusted his tie again before checking his watch again.

“You know,” Donna said as she sat down in one of the arm chairs, a glass of champagne held loftily in her hand, “constantly checking your watch isn’t going to make everyone get ready faster.”

Dick smiled, a soft, little pull of his lips as he took in the sight of his best friend. Sometimes he could hardly believe she was really back. It felt like he had slipped into a dream where everything was finally starting to go right. He was afraid he was going to wake up and everyone was going to be gone. That he would be left alone to be swallowed by Gotham where he would never, ever get out. He was still trying to process it all. Losing Hank, saying goodbye to Jason, getting Rachel and Donna back. Their little family had been through so much and Dick felt like he had been on the edge for so long that the idea of finally going home made it feel like he could breathe again.

“We’re going to be late,” came his diplomatic reply as he forced himself not to look down at the watch again.

“So what,” Donna asked with a raised eyebrow as she took a drink from her glass, “this is our goodbye party, we can show up when we want.”

“Bruce—” Dick began.

“Bruce owes the Titans a million goodbye parties to make up for the hell he put you all through,” Donna replied as she stood up, her face growing hard.

Dick dropped his gaze to the floor. It wasn’t all Bruce’s fault. He dragged the Titans to Gotham and he was going to let it consume all of them without any mercy. The only reason they were still here is because, no matter what, they didn’t give up on each other. Dick didn’t deserve the Titans, least of all Kory. He knew it wasn’t an excuse, but Gotham had a way of turning him into a person he didn’t recognize. It was why he had left in the first place. But it sucked him right back and he abandoned his team to chase his own demons, falling back on the idea that Kory would always be there to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t her job to clean up his mess. He was just glad he was able to find himself and support her when she needed it. Maybe it was too little too late, but they were still here. They had survived and now they were going home.

“Get out of your head, Dick,” Donna hummed as she tapped his temple gently.

“I’m right here,” he said as he met her piercing gaze.

“I know you better than that,” Donna said seriously. “This place has a way of making all of us feel crazy.”

“I let them down,” he murmured to the ground.

“And you were there when they needed you most,” Donna replied, squeezing his shoulder gently, “even if it did take a little longer than necessary.”

Dick gave her a genuine smile this time. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Donna was dressed in a form fitting black, sparkling dress with a deep neckline and a slit up the right side. Her dark hair was curled and pulled to one side of her face and she was adorn with silver jewelry.

“Not so bad yourself,” she said with a wink.

“Dick,” Rachel said as she peered around the corner with wide eyes.

“Finally,” Dick sighed with relief as he walked over to the younger girl. She was dressed in a three-quarter sleeved navy velvet dress with a delicate silver moons and stars pattern.

“Don’t be mad,” Racehl said with a nervous laugh.

“What’s wrong?” Dick groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his face. He could not handle anymore Gotham problems for the evening or the rest of his life for that matter.

“Okay,” Rachel said as she stepped in front of him fully now, “so remember how you said we should eat something before we go to this party because all the food is weird rich people sized portions?”

“Yes,” Dick said with a raise of his eyebrow. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Donna snickering into her champagne.

“Well, Gar and I maybe have sort of gotten into a playful fight in the kitchen and—” Rachel continued, her cheeks going red.

“And Rachel got ketchup all over my dress shirt and jacket!” Gar barged in pointing to the shirt in question, which made it appear that Gar had committed a murder.

Dick tried to stifle his laugh as he heard Donna snort into her drink. He felt his shoulders relax, knowing this was a problem he could easily fix.

“I think there is some spare dress attire around here between myself and Connor,” Dick said as he placed a hand on Gar’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Gar huffed, “except you and Connor have the broadest shoulders ever which means nothing is fitting right and I don’t want to be the only one that looks bad!”

“I could probably run home to San Francisco and be back with a new suit in no time,” Connor said, appearing out of nowhere.

“This is my only one,” Gar sighed.

“We’ll figure something out,” Dick reassured him.

“Fashion emergency solved,” Kory said with a bright smile as she stepped into the sitting room. She was wrapped in a dark purple silk robe, her hair curled beautifully around her face.

“How?” Gar asked as he turned towards her.

“I know a guy,” Kory said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“What guy?” Dick asked immediately, his lips turning down into a frown.

“I couldn’t bring my entire wardrobe to Gotham,” Kory said as she crossed her arms over her chest, but her posture was relaxed and her tone was full of amusement, “so I had to improvise. Marcus and his boyfriend are probably one of the best things about this city.”

Dick felt his cheeks flush and he ducked his head as he tried not to smile.

“We’re going to be late,” Donna teased as she took another sip from her drink.

“I’ll take Gar to get a new suit,” Kory said as she came up behind Gar, placing her hands on his shoulders, “and we’ll meet you at the party.”

“Are you sure?” Dick asked, feeling a twinge of guilt for leaving them behind.

“I think we can handle this one without backup,” Kory winked. “Come on Gar, we don’t want to miss out on the good champagne.”

Gar perked up, quickly following Kory out of the room. Dick swallowed hard as he watched Kory walk away and it wasn’t until he caught the knowing looks on Rachel and Donna’s face did he finally tell them to get in the car so they could leave.

The party was just starting to hit full swing. All the important people of Gotham were there and Dick felt like it was more about showing a good face than actually sending the Titans off in good faith. He knew the team would have rather had a pizza and beer on the couch, but he would be lying if he didn’t say he enjoyed taking a few turns on the dance floor with Rachel. She, Connor, and Kom looked to be enjoying themselves at least, despite the amount of people who were trying to barge in and talk to them. Dick had been particularly good at dodging questions and boring stories from people he didn’t care about. Although, he was sure Donna would kill him in his sleep for ditching her to deal with some super fans. He slipped behind a column in the grand ballroom, pulling his phone from his pocket to check his text messages. Kory had said she and Gar were on their way and he was anxious for them to get there. He knew if anything happened they were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but Dick couldn’t stop himself from worrying. Now that it was all over he had a hard time letting them out of his sight. He got this terrible, unnerving feeling when they went their separate ways for the day. He knew, in time, it would pass, but right now it was slowly eating away at him.

He was only seconds away from calling Kory when the sounds of gasping and the music coming to a stop made him stop. He turned his attention to where everyone was looking, but when he did he suddenly felt weak at the knees. Standing at the top of the grand staircase was Gar in a nice, new black suit, and the biggest smile Dick had seen in the longest time. Kory’s arm was looped through his as he escorted them down the stairs. Kory. Kory looked radiant. She was dressed in a shimmery lilac a-line gown with a plunging neckline. When they reached the bottom of the stairs she turned, handing their jackets off to one of the workers and he could see that it was completely open in the back save for where the dress tied together with thin straps in a criss-cross pattern. She was wearing the silver Saturn necklace with an opal in the center that he and the kids got her as a funny gift when she moved into the tower. She looked every bit the space queen he knew she was.

Dick felt like he was going to faint as his heart pounded in his chest terribly. When she smiled the room felt brighter. Because Kory was the sun. Dick had to stop himself from falling into her gravity. After a moment the music started again and people moved back to the dance floor. Rachel found them first and Dick could tell she was talking a mile a minute, smiling as she surely told Kory how beautiful she looked. He watched as the two kids moved off to the dessert table, leaving Kory to fend for herself as several men began to surround her, asking for her hand. Dick moved without thinking because falling into her orbit was inevitable. When she caught him heading in her direction her face broke out into the sunshine smile that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Excuse me,” Dick cut in, trying to play cool as all of the other men gave him a death glare, “I think I’ll have this dance.”

Kory easily took his hand, letting him lead her out onto the dance floor. “I could have fought them off,” she said with amusement.

“You know I’ll always have your back,” Dick responded without thinking as he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“I know,” she said warmly.

The world around them faded as they gilded around the room. Dick only had eyes for her, always only had eyes for her ever since their fateful meeting in that skating rink. He wished he were better with words. He wished he could make her understand how important she was to him. When he left Gotham the first time he had lost sight of who he was. He didn’t have a purpose. A family. He had nothing. He stumbled around trying to be Batman. Because that’s all anyone ever wanted from him was to be Batman. But then he found Rachel and Kory and Gar. And they found him.

“Do you think you’ll miss Gotham?’ Kory asked, but there was a knowing look in her eye as they continued to move around the room.

“No,” Dick said honestly, “I’m ready to go home.”

“Home,” Kory hummed, “you know home has always been with you.”

Dick swallowed as he blinked away the pricking sensation in the corner of his eyes, “I know,” he softly replied.

“Me too by the way,” Kory whispered as she laid her head against his chest, her hands moving up to wrap around his neck, “me too.”

He didn’t have to ask to understand what she meant. He gently pressed his lips to her forehead before resting his head against her hair. They fell into a gentle sway as the music continued to play softly in the background.

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