#the host of my heart bats my hand away if i'm about to touch my nose since it gets an 'ow' out of me every single time

[cosmicmakos]

imagine your f/o helping you take care of your sunburn

[vipwinnie]

Halloween Party

Halloween special n°1

Mattheo riddle x reader

Summary: Cormac Mclaggen hit on you at the annual halloween party and your boyfriend is not happy about it

The Halloween nights were always magical at Hogwarts, and the Slytherin dormitory was hosting an extravagant party. My friends Hermione, Cho, Ginny, and I were buzzing with excitement as we prepared for the evening. Cho looked stunning in her demon costume, Hermione was an angel, and Ginny a daring pirate. I, on the other hand, had chosen a short red corset-style Little Red Riding Hood outfit, which I knew was rather revealing but had decided to take the risk.

We laughed and helped each other with the final touches of our costumes, sharing makeup and styling tips. It was a blast getting ready together, and the thought of spending the evening with my friends at the Slytherin party filled me with joy. 

“ You know , Ron will fall in love with your dress Hermione, “ you said with a sly smile.

Getting a embarrassed smile from Hermione

Once we were all decked out, we made our way to the party. The Slytherin common room was transformed into a mesmerizing wonderland of Halloween decorations. At the party there were Witches' hats, broomsticks, and bat silhouettes everywhere in the big room and themed banners with phrases like "Happy Halloween" or spooky motifs were strung across walls and doorways.

As we entered, I noticed couples pairing off with their respective dates. Cho found her boyfriend, Hermione was dancing with Ron, and Ginny had disappeared into the crowd to find Harry.

I scanned the room, searching for my boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle. My heart sank when I couldn't spot him among the dancing witches and wizards. I decided to wander around in the hope of finding him.

As I moved through the room, my discomfort in the revealing outfit grew, and I began to feel self-conscious. Just as I was contemplating returning to my friends, Cormac McLaggen, one of the most notorious flirts at Hogwarts, approached me. His eyes lingered on my costume, and a sly grin crept onto his face.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you look absolutely enchanting tonight," Cormac purred, his gaze making me squirm uncomfortably.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling my cheeks grow warm. I had heard about Cormac's reputation and hoped to avoid any awkward encounters.

He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing against my thigh, and I stiffened, taking a step back. "You know, you and I could have quite the adventure tonight."

Before I could respond, Mattheo suddenly appeared by my side, his expression dark and protective. He stepped between Cormac and me, his voice dripping with warning. "I think you've overstepped your boundaries, Cormac."

Cormac raised an eyebrow, his arrogance unwavering. "Just trying to have a little fun, Riddle."

Mattheo's eyes flashed with anger, and he didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he grabbed Cormac by the collar and pulled him aside, effectively blocking him from me. Their exchange was intense and heated, and I couldn't hear their words over the music.

But it didn't matter. I felt an overwhelming rush of relief knowing that Mattheo had my back. He didn't let anyone disrespect or make me uncomfortable. As Cormac was led away from me, my boyfriend turned back to me, his expression softening.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

I nodded and smiled, relieved to be in Mattheo's protective embrace. "I'm better now. Thanks for being my knight in shining armor." 

“ Did i say to you that you look amazing in that dress and I can't help but think about how you'll look in it later when we're alone."

"Oh, you noticed, huh?"you said blushing 

"How could I not? You're absolutely stunning. And it's driving me crazy, thinking about what we'll do later in private, with you in that pretty outfit." Adding a gentle and loving kiss on my lips. 

[littlest-w01f]

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Rhysand x Evelyn (my oc, Tamlin's sister) (See Evie here)

For @starfallweek [hosted by: @azsazz and @writingsbychlo]

Starfall Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 5: Character A is a fallen star. Character B finds them

Summary: Under the Mountian, Evelyn sees Rhysand for the dimmed star he had become for the first time

Cw: Hints of Rhysand's assault, Evelyn being conflicted about her feelings

Evelyn sat quietly in Rhysand's room, he was outside doing Mother knew what, probably something Amarantha asked him to do, killing or torturing people who tried to go against her or betray her.

She pulled at the piece of a more modest than the rest, black nightdress Rhysand had stocked for her to wear, his court symbol on the chest, he had never been out this long, it felt as if morning was already there, and she hated to admit that she wasn't able to sleep without him around in the room, she had flipped around the bed, her stomach growling from hunger as he were yet to return with her dinner.

Evelyn was worried over him, cursing the damned bargain that their fathers had made, blaming it for the concern she was feeling for Rhysand.

The door opened and she hated how quickly she looked up, hated the concern she felt from the ghost of the male who now entered the room, "Rhysand...?"

Before she could ask anything, Rhysand set a plate of meat and bread and a glass of warm milk on the bed in front of her and without saying anything sprawled on his place on the floor, head buried in his pillow, then jerked and laid on his side, facing away from Evelyn.

Evelyn looked between the food and Rhysand, unable to decide what to choose, while her stomach cried in hunger for food, her heart seemed to betray her entire being wanting her to walk over to the pale lump of the male that had become of the strongest High Lord in Prythian.

She chose the latter, chose him as she got up from the stiff bed and knelt beside Rhysand's unmoving form, "Rhysand...?" She whispered carefully, slowly mover her hand to touch his side.

The second her hand made contact with him he flipped around, her wrist in a painful grip, his dim violet eyes filled with tears barely managing to not spill over his waterline, "Evelyn... I'm sorry." He breathed when she winced, letting go of her hand, a bruise already forming with how hard he had gripped. "Just have your dinner and go to sleep, do not disturb me."

Evelyn frowned, "No, something is wrong with you and..." She took a deep breath, "And I don't like it."

Rhysand raised his brows at the admission as she continued, "Please, what happened? How can I help?"

His eyes were softer as he tried to blink away the tears, causing them to fall on his cheeks, "There is nothing you can do, Little flower."

She sat down beside him cross-legged, "There has to be something." She stressed with a frown, for once not scolding him for using one of his nicknames on her.

When Rhysand rolled away from her again she frowned, "Rhys. Please?" At the tone of her voice, Rhys turned again, tackling her to the ground, his head pressed into her chest as the tears flowed freely. He cried into her chest as her comforting hand stroked his hair, hair that seemed crazed and messed up, a far cry from the polished male he always was.

She didn't need him to say a thing as he laid on her, crying his heart out. Using the blood bargain she hated so much to send waves of comfort to him, until he looked up from her, not crying anymore.

"I'm sorry... For everything I have done to you try to hurt you, Evelyn." He looked at her with guilt swirling in his eyes, hating the look of pity she gave him because she knew what happened to him, from the dark bruises that were visible on his neck, unhidden from his tunic, he knew she knew.

Evelyn shushed him instantly, "Don't beat yourself up about me... I'm tough, you can't break me, you overgrown bat." The insult made him crack half a smile and Evelyn cheered on the inside.

She scented him up close, she could smell her on him, "It... It's her. She's doing this to you."

Rhysand frowning and looking away gave it away, "Please can we not...?"

Evelyn cupped his cheeks and brought him to face her again, a soft smile formed on her face, "It's Starfall tonight, isn't it? I've heard the Night Court goes all out to celebrate it."

"I don't even rememeber it..." Rhysand leaned in her touch, nuzzling his face in her hands, "It's been so long, all I remember is her and her bed. I..."

"Oh, come on!" Evelyn smiled softly, "I'm sure it is there somewhere in that wrinkled old brain of yours."

Rhysand smiled, as if with a little hope he could find it, and when he smiled broadened, Evelyn's mirrored it, "Great, now show it to me... Please."

Evelyn opened her mind to him, and he projected the memory of it, of his last Starfall, Evelyn gasped softly, seeing the spirits travelling the Night sky, made of pure glitter and light, Rhysand was beside her, a smile on his face, a smile she had never seen on him, no malice behind it, no scheming, just pure genuine joy.

"Where... Where are we?" Evelyn asked curiously, looking around the place they were in, a building on the side of a mountain.

Rhysand gave a knowing grin, "In your mind, my flower."

"Because my mind is more peacful than yours?"

"Because your mind is more peacful than mine."

They said in unison, earning a chuckle out of the other. While their souls and minds were in the dream-like state of Starfall, their bodies lay together, Rhysand's over Evelyn's, as roses started to creep through the cracks of the wall behind them from her power.

{General Taglist: @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria}

{Blooming Flowers Taglist - @theskyisbrighthere}

[sychosid]

Are you having your fun?

Shawn Michaels/Hunter Hearst Helmsley

Heartbreak Hotel AU

This...is the next main chapter. It's entirely written from Hunter's perspective. Hunter's ended up at the hotel without any memory of how he got there.

TW: dubcon, memory loss

[Ao3]

Hunter Hearst Helmsley woke up with a pounding headache on top of velvet sheets. Bright, blue velvet sheets. He felt groggy, like he was hungover. Maybe he was hungover. His nights were frequently accompanied by a bottle of wine if he was alone. Although he didn't remember going down to the cellar to grab any wine.

He sat up, trying to take stock of where he was. Blue velvet sheets. Soft, cloudlike bed and pillows. Heart shaped bed, and pink lip pillows. Mirror ceiling. Curtains. Incense, burning. Rose scented? Hazy, musky. A hot tub in the corners, also heart shaped. Red, though, not blue.

Hunter felt some panic rise up in his throat. He was still dressed in his going out clothes. He never fell asleep in those. At least he tried not to.

He didn't know where he was and he didn't care, he wanted out. Before his feet could even touch the ground, the doors next to the hot tub rattled before being slid open. A slender, pretty man with dirty blonde hair stepped through, dressed in a light pink robe. Satin, or silk maybe. His blue eyes were haunting.

"Oh, you're awake." The man looked surprised, but he smiled sweetly at Hunter as he made his way over. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Hunter to edge away. "Don't be scared. You got into an awful crash just off the road. I had to carry you in, but somehow you weren't too seriously injured. Plenty of pain though, I had to give you something for that so sorry if you feel kind of groggy." He explained.

Hunter didn't think he should believe him, but he did. "…thank you. I…don't even remember being on the road. Or where I was going, or–"

The pretty man put a finger up to Hunter's lips. "Shh…don't stress yourself out, handsome. Take it easy. Might have a concussion, after all." He held Hunter's face in his hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

Hunter complied, closing his mouth and nodding. He leaned into the warm hand.

"I'm Shawn. You're…?"

"Hunter Hearst Helmsley. At your service." He responded, automatically.

They stared at each other for a moment before Hunter looked away, trying to hide his face and his embarrassment.

"'At your service?' That's so cute!" Shawn laughed, only adding to the redness blossoming across Hunter's cheeks.

"I-I–"

"No, no I don't mean to laugh, I'm sorry Hunter."

Hunter huffed. "I…it would be rude to introduce myself so casually, especially to the man who has been aiding me after my accident." The accident he didn't even remember. Which car had he even been driving? "Speaking of…where are we, if I may ask? I…I just cannot recall the car I had been driving, and where to…"

"You're at the Heartbreak Hotel, buddy. Honeymoon Suite." His host informed him, batting his eyelashes. "And I couldn't tell you. Just heard the crash and found you. My fine establishment is quite the ways out, so maybe you were just coming to see me." He teased.

The blue blood frowned, but said nothing more. “And my car…?”

Shawn leaned in. His hand titled Hunter’s head up gently, as he looked into his eyes. Hunter felt himself holding his breath, feeling awash in…drowsiness, almost, as Shawn spoke.

“Don’t you worry about that, cutie. I’m taking care of it so take it easy, okay?” He cooed, satisfied when his guest nodded in response.

“Whatever you say Mister…Shawn.” He felt confused as to why he kept feeling so tired, but he remembered he had been in a car accident. His body probably just needed the rest to recuperate.

“Just Shawn is alright.”

“Okay. Thank you for helping me.” Hunter yawned, before feeling himself being pulled into Shawn’s arms. He didn’t feel like he had the energy to even try to pull back. The other man’s deep voice and gentle hands only served to soothe him more as he felt himself falling back asleep.

“You poor thing…get some more rest, handsome. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Barely being able to nod, Hunter felt himself slipping away to unconsciousness.

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Hunter woke up again, on the same blue velvet sheets. He felt somewhat less groggy this time, as he slowly recalled what happened the last time he woke up.

His clothes were…different. Silk pajamas adorned him, and he bolted up in bed before clutching his head. The pain was dizzying. Had Shawn changed his clothes for him? That seemed like a weird thing to do. Something about the situation he was in made Hunter upset.

He swung his legs over the bed, trying to take a step before crumpling to the floor in pain. His right ankle completely gave out, as he bit back tears while gingerly trying to poke at his ankle. Hadn’t Shawn said he didn’t seem injured? His ankle looked normal, but the skin was tender to the touch. It was probably the kind of injury you couldn’t tell was there by looking.

Hunter heard the door open and close. He couldn’t even lift his head up enough to see if it was Shawn or someone else.

“Hunter! Oh no, baby, are you okay?” He rushed over, crouching, worry written all over his face. His hand found its way into Hunter’s hair. It seemed to do that every time they were together.

“I…my ankle hurts from putting weight on it.” He explained, “And my head hurts…”

“Well, I definitely figured you had a concussion but I didn’t realize your ankle was hurt. I’ll see if I can find a brace or something for you…c’mon, let’s get up.” Shawn sighed, pushing his arm under Hunter’s as he hefted him up. Hunter found himself surprised at how strong Shawn was. He seemed to lift him up easily, as if he weighed next to nothing. Shawn was sliding him into bed, crawling up next to him. He wondered if this was how he treated all of his guests.

“I’m sorry for being a burden…”

“Enough of that formal talk, alright?” Shawn pat his head, a smile on his face. Hunter couldn’t place why the smile looked off to him. He almost looked like he felt bad for him. Shawn’s hand started to pet his hair down, Hunter finding himself leaning into it. “And you’re not a burden, alright? I don’t mind taking care of a guy as pretty as you.”

Pretty? Hunter felt his face turn red, turning away. His host only hummed in response, leaning closer.

“Here, rest would ya? I might have something we can use to keep your leg in place.”

“Couldn’t…couldn’t you take me to a hospital?”

Shawn stared at him, almost like he was in disbelief. “I think we’re miles and miles away from the nearest one. It’d take hours, and I doubt you’re ready to be in a car again.”

He probably had a point. Hunter didn’t quite remember the car accident Shawn kept referencing, but maybe that was for the best. Did he want to reawaken those memories so soon? Would he even be okay in a car?

“That does make sense.” He sighed, resigning himself to his fate here for the time being. “I appreciate you taking care of me. You really don’t have to.”

“How could I leave a handsome guy like you all alone? Besides, I try to be a good person.” Shawn was leaning in closer. Hunter felt his hot breath on his own face, and felt himself leaning in as well..

“You’re handsome too, you know…” Hunter hummed, before the dirty blonde gently grabbed his head and kissed him. His other hand caressed the inside of Hunter’s thigh, gently encouraging him to spread his legs out more. Hunter did as he was prompted too, finding himself already flustered and hot with desire. As the hotel proprietor pulled away, Hunter couldn’t help but notice the way his blue eyes were alluring in the dim red lights of the hotel room, the way they seemed to tint just shy of purple. His own hands rested on Shawn’s slim waist, holding them gently.

Shawn was quick to move on top of him properly, straddling Hunter’s hips. His hand grabbed a fistful of Hunter’s hair, balling it around his hand gently. “You’re gorgeous…I could eat you up.”

“Shouldn’t I…be resting?” Hunter blinked up, feeling dazed. He couldn’t handle the dull throbbing that was beginning to ramp up in his head.

Shawn pulled away, a frown on his face. His eyelids were lowered, a look of disgust on his face.

Hunter immediately felt guilty, feeling the cold sweat creeping up on his body. "I–"

"No. It's fine. Just rest." The hotel proprietor turned away, Hunter's stomach churning with anxiety. He lurched forward, but Shawn was already off the bed.

"Please, I'm sorry– please."

"You need rest." Shawn practically sneered at him as he turned over his shoulder.

Hunter watched helplessly as Shawn walked away. Powerless. He felt so powerless. The door was slammed shut, and Hunter fell to his side, a shaky sigh leaving his body. Maybe next time he'd try to just bribe Shawn to let him leave.

—

That plan fell through, quickly. Shawn was sugar sweet, as if nothing happened. It confused the modern aristocrat to no end, but he couldn’t speak on why. Instead, he leaned into it, afraid of angering Shawn once again.

“There. All done, you sure have your appetite back.” Shawn had spent the past twenty minutes painstakingly feeding Hunter some tomato soup and some dinner rolls by hand. An experience that left Hunter…unsure of how he felt. It was sweet. It was creepy. It made him embarrassed in that way that he pretended to hate. It’s like Shawn knew exactly what buttons to push with him somehow.

“That wasn-” Hunter clears his throat as he spots the look on Shawn’s face. A scowl ready to form. That anger that left him feeling sick to his stomach. “…Thank you.”

He curses at himself internally. He was supposed to be more confident, more self assured. Above this, above thank yous. Although he was no stranger to the fear he felt. Oppressive. Doll like behavior was expected from him. He thought he had escaped from that, but apparently not.

Hunter wanted to bite his wrist off. He didn’t even realize he was practically doing so until Shawn silently pried his jaw open and pulled his hand out.

“You can bite down on me if you need something to keep you busy.” Shawn teased, and Hunter couldn’t help his smile. It was like a fog was descending on him as he spent time with the hotel’s proprietor.

“Shawn…you’re…” Hunter’s breath caught in his chest as Shawn nuzzled his cheek against the blueblood’s. “You look nice today.” He tried to find his confidence. It comes out as a compliment.

“Why thank you handsome. You don’t look too bad yourself.” Shawn’s clearly pleased by the compliment. Ease washed over Hunter, as he let the man drape himself over him. “Real comfy too.”

Hunter took a deep breath.“Thank you,” He let Shawn climb on him, his blush growing ever hotter, “Shawn…”

“Mmhm?” The heartbreaker was busy, settling his face on one of Hunter’s pecs. From there, he fluttered his eyelashes, looking up at Hunter.

“N-Nevermind.” He looked away, flustered.

The two of them laid like that for moments, and Hunter swore Shawn was faking being asleep. What could he say though? What could he do? Shawn was intense. Hunter liked that, but he felt like he was starting to forget something important. Maybe…maybe he should’ve written a note down. Maybe he could write one now. But there wasn’t a pen or notepad around anywhere. At least not on the nightstands. Did it even matter?

Probably not.

Hunter couldn’t stop himself anymore. He pulled Shawn up, kissing him. He felt feverish in a different way than he had been, arms wrapping around the slimmer man, kissing his face, his neck, his jaw, his lips.

Shawn returned it all eagerly, his hands sliding up Hunter’s sides. He squeezed at his muscles, pliable under his skilled fingers, eliciting moans from Hunter. Shawn could feel his own satisfaction rising from the encounter. Finally, Hunter was giving in to him and it tasted so good. It felt so good to give in.

He shouldn’t though, should he?

But…no…he had to get home. He hadn’t even seen his car.

Shawn was kissing his ear, and it was making his head spin.

Maybe…

He’d stay.

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 7 Damian x reader

"Ira! I need my emergency kit!" Molly is pulling at my hair with a brush, I grimace at my reflection, she had put pearls and violet gems in my hair. Seeing as it already wasn't long bearly pushing past my ears, even though there aren't many of them in there it ways down in some places. I had already allowed her to put me in a ball gown, which I'm sure costs much more than my apartment building. It reminds me of peacock feathers, purples, greens, blues fill the cloth they blend seamlessly dark purple at the top and ending with blue at the bottom. I look at the matching marbled shoes and guilt climbs through me.

"Molly I don't need makeup, I'm already in a peacock dress, and there are gems in my hair. Besides the mascara is enough I don't want to spend an hour rubbing anything else off." Molly gasps, a hand gripping at her heart.

"Why-how could you say such a thing!" Ira hands Molly her phone, she screams. "We're going to be late! Ira put the bag back!" I'm yanked from my chair and raced down the hall within minutes I'm thrown into a limo with Molly's parents. Molly jumps in starting to yell at the driver shocking her parents who kept telling her to calm down. It doesn't take long to get to Wayne Manor, the courtyard is crowded filled with flashing lights from cameras reporters, and newscasts. They surrounded every inch with an exception of a semi-circle right at the front of the building where the car pulled up. Once more I'm pulled roughly out of the vehicle by molly, I nearly trip going up the stairs.

"Molly dear, we need to go in together!" My friend's mother pants from behind her husband seems to be in a similar position as me. Like mother like daughter.

I pull my arm away from Molly gently and smooth out my peacock dress, I sigh internally finding relief that I had personally told Molly to make the dress so it covered without it being tight. If I didn't then I would be pulling up the fabric like Molly who went not so modest. Not only had she blinged out she full-on black and high heels that pushed out her height. She looked good, and she made her parents match. When her mother finally catches up she puts a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

What happens after the incident leaves me at a table sitting behind a card with my name on it. Molly was seated somewhere else because I had used my own invitation instead of being a plus one. My eyes cast over the room soaking in again the decor of the newly decorated main floor. My energy seems to drain while I watch the people chat dance and laugh. No one was seated at my table and I was slightly relieved but I still felt odd. I had gone to parties with my mom in the past, ones that were held in her honor about her findings. I feel myself relishing in those memories I had looking back at the times she would pull a silly face at me while I was bored at said parties, or told a joke in some of her speeches. My mother was the expert in The Islamic Golden Era, despite not being a Muslim herself. She prided herself on giving credit to those who deserved more but had their work stolen by Europeans. But then, when she went on that Egypt and Greece dig she had found something that unnerved her. I knew what it was, and I wish I hadn't either. My happy thoughts turn sour, and I can feel myself grimace. I am tired...so tired.

"You made it, It's good to see you here." my head whips around falling on emerald eyes.

"Yeah, I had already told Molly that she could take me to the next party she goes to. However, I didn't know that if you came with an invite and not a plus one that you had to sit at a separate table." He snorts and sits down to my right.

"You were originally sat by her but father assumed I needed a friend," He shows me a card with his name on it. "so he changed Grayson out for you."

"Do you not have friends?"

"None close by."

"When have I accepted you as a friend?" He smiles

"That is a good question, but the same goes for me, you more someone I tolerate."

"Same here, Besides your a bad influence."

"tsk,...touche." his gaze looks me up and down and I have the sudden urge to say 'eyes up here'.

"You look tired, would you like to go to the library?"

"Usually libraries and tired people don't mix."

"How about a tour then, we have several artifacts my father has purchased that you might find interesting." He pushes harder.

"You want an excuse to leave, don't you? I thought my main purpose for being here was to talk to Mr.Wayne, not venture into the mansion." He sighs with his own body, visibly exaggerating the movements.

"My father is deeply preoccupied already in another engagement, he won't even be here for hours. Would you prefer to stay here doing nothing or would you like to leave?" He sounds rather annoyed while looking off to his left and scowling more. I follow my eyes to a group of three who I recognize from the cafe, all of them are pointing and smirking. I being to feel more drained at the thought of them coming here and stand. "Your home, where to first?" He shoots up, grabbing my hand dragging me through the dense crowd of people.

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"Amazing, this would date back to the early years of feudal Japan, this is Greek! Oh! There's a Khopesh and a Canaan Sickel sword on this wall!"

Damian scoffs sounding more like a laugh than a mocking tone. "You can tell the difference." I give him a look, feeling offended.

"Of course I can, you mostly can tell by the markings on the blade." I turn my head back to the wall slowly pointing to the distinguishable pieces of evidence. "This one is older Hebrew, and here you can see small hieroglyphics depicting the sun. Plus the metals on each blade are very different." I tilt my head back to him, his face stays indifferent. "You knew that already didn't you?" He nods and walks again.

"You must really like history, seems like you could talk about it none stop." He calls back.

"Did you forget who my mother was?"

"I thought she specialized in the Islamic golden era."

"It didn't mean she didn't know the history of other peoples. My mother developed research of anything she could get her hands on." I pause for a minute. "What about you, where did you learn."

"I was taught by some of the best in the world, my mother made sure of it."

"I see." We talk more while examining the objects displayed, I had fun just listening to him explain how his father got some of them. Though the collection wasn't huge it still made me a bit happy to see the objects. My phone buzzes, and I quickly take it out of my pocket.

Molly: Hey where are you we need to get going!

Molly: Dad got too drunk and now he's crying about the world.

Molly: We will be outside, Be there.

"Sorry, I have to get going, I'll see you at school later!" I run through the hall and snag as many macarons as I can on the way out. Molly waves from the car opening the door so I slide in faster.

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"Sorcerer found. Name: Doctor Fate, Subject: host"

"Anyone else?"

"Database shows,... John Constantine, and Zatanna. All other information is unavailable."

"Gather what they have on the crows send probes if you must."

"Proceeding."

Nightmare stands by the window waiting for his queue. I pull a scale out from the box and open the window. I hand him the scale and he chews effectively destroying the small miracle. "Remember stay out of sight if someone spots you wipe it from their memory and if you see a crow take the fight to the in-between and go for the kill. You have a little bit of my power with you only use it when needed." He purrs, rubbing his head on my hand, then jumps. He vanishes. I sigh putting the device in the box marked with an X just in case and push it under my bed. I head out into my living room putting some things away and cleaning here and there. Proud of my work I turn on the TV and sprawl on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn. Reruns of Highlander play on one of my favorite channels, I smile at my luck and sing to the theme song.

*Thunk thunk thunk*

I jump at the sound, I hear the noise again and follow it to my kitchen bat in hand. I flip on the light and smack my face, a very wet robin scowls at me through the glass. Only then did I notice the rain, and I pray that Nightmare is staying safe. I open the door and let him in, he mutters a thank you while walking in dipping water on my floor.

"Not to be rude, but is there something you need?" He ignores me and continues dragging water on the floor to the living room.

"Robin?" I catch up to him, he pulls something out from his ear and stuffs it in his pocket.

"I would like to stay here for a little while"

"How long is a little while, will I need to pull out the bed in the couch?" He gives me a look.

"There's a bed in your couch?"

"Sometimes I want to watch TV while I do my homework, laying down here makes it easier." I go to the bathroom to pull out some towels.

"Where was this when I was heavily injured?"

"I'm sorry, but the fact that you were bleeding was more concerning. I also put new sheets on the bed and you broke a perfectly good window. There is still blood on my cushions, and you wanted me to place you on the bed?" grabbing the biggest fluffiest towel in the bunch walking back out to the living room.

"You still on about that?"

"It was expensive!" I hold out the towel, he takes it and places his yellow cape in my hand. I frown but head to the coat rack hanging the heavy fabric on the highest rung. I feel short noticing its length, I turn back to Robin who's sat down on the couch the large towel engulfing him completely minus his hair. The black strands stuck oddly to his face and drooped sadly, I almost laugh because he looks like a sad cat. Like Nightmare whenever I give him a bath, I think I have a picture of that somewhere. "Did you want something to drink or eat?"

"Why is it that every time I come here you offer something?"

"It's a hospitality thing I got living in Minnesota, it's just being nice. Besides, you work to protect people, don't you? It only makes sense that I offer you something, I doubt you get paid to do your job. I bet you have countless scars from just doing so, I can do my part and help you feel comfortable. Call it a form of respect."

"Tsk."

I stroll into the kitchen, "Well, I suppose I could give some soda, tea, or water after all you left plenty on the floor."

"What happened to respect?"

"Well, I have feelings to sir! Tossing my words aside like that, I shouldn't even feed you." I poke my head back out, I smile at his scowl while he in turn glares at me. "Now for once, I am out of tea but I have several cans of cherry coke and some popcorn and macarons from a party I went to earlier. How about that?"

"That's fine." I hum grabbing what I needed and plopped back down in my seat handing him the coke. I place the brightly colored macarons and some chips I found between us along with the popcorn. I let myself get absorbed into the Highlander again just as MacLeod beheads another immortal and gains his Quickening.

"What is this?" My Jaw drops while I look at him concerned.

"Just how uncultured are you." His face flushes and his face twists he opens his mouth but i stop him. "Say no more, I will be right back." I come out with my computer and pull up VUDU opening season one of the show. "Sit back buckaroo, now your in for the long haul. Now right now all you need to know is 'There can only be one." His face contorts in confusion, but gives in and moves closer.

"I'm not going to get in trouble with Batman am I." He smirks.

"Most likely."

"Dammit."

[confusednarcissistwrites]

Hello dear💕. Idk if you accept requests but I wanted to ask you something where the reader is really insicure and she's scared to be naked in front of Timothée. Maybe you can had a fluffy smut. I'm sorry if I haven't make myself clear or there are some errors but english it's not my language 😅 Thank youuuu💕

so I got this request some time ago and originally was very daunted by it. as someone who’s struggled with image issues and an eating disorder for most of my life, I was scared to write something this close to home. however, I felt it was important that I do so not only for my lovely anon but also for myself. I really hope everyone who reads this feels the love they deserve. your body is exactly what it was born to be. hope you guys like it 🥰

Proserpina (T.C.)

(angst, body image anxiety, smut, cursing)

“God, my feet are killing me. I wouldn’t have worn heels if you had told me we had to hike back to the car.”

“Babe, just take them off.”

“But what if I step on something??”

“The car will be right outside the elevator when we get there, Princess.”

You mocked his words back to him, wrinkling up your nose at him teasingly. He threw his head back and laughed, offering you his arm as you slipped your shoes off your feet. “Ugh, thank you. That’s so much better.”

True to his word, Timothee’s driver was waiting for you when the elevator doors slid open. He opened the door for you, pecking your cheek and making you giggle before you ducked into the car. He circled around and slid in next to you, taking you under his arm as the driver pulled out of the parking garage.

“Wanna come over to mine for dessert tonight?” His innocent eyes twinkled under the street lights, making your heart flutter as always.

“Do you have vanilla ice cream this time?” you asked, raising a brow.

He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “What kind of host do you think I am? I’m mortally offended.”

“Oh? How can I ever earn your forgiveness?” You batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

“Mm, I have a few ideas…” he smirked, his nose bumping yours. You giggled girlishly, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling him into a smiley kiss.

“I adore you, Timothee,” you grinned, the French pronunciation feeling foreign on your tongue.

“And I adore you, Y/N Y/M/N.” He lit up the entire backseat with his smile. You wanted to make him happy like that all day, every day. “Happy six weeks,” he sang, kissing your temple.

Six weeks. It hardly felt like it had been that long since you two had decided to make things official, but time flew by with him. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have even realized if he hadn’t suggested a dinner date to celebrate. As much as you wanted to be cautious and take things slow, you found yourself wanting more of him every day. You simply couldn’t get enough of him. He’d been so patient with you, understanding that you hadn't had good experiences with relationships in the past and that you needed time. You couldn’t understand what exactly you’d done for the universe that brought him to you, but you were eternally grateful.

Squeals and giggles echoed through the halls as he chased you up to his apartment.

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake up the neighbors” he laughed, reaching around you to unlock the door. His arms wrapped around you from behind as you two waddled into his apartment intertwined. You spun around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” he asked with a head tilt, seeing your thoughts cross your face.

You blushed, biting your lip. “Can we dance?” you asked coyly, adjusting a curl against his forehead.

“I would love that,” he beamed, tugging you toward the living room. He plugged his phone into the speaker system, turning on some soft music before pulling you back to him. His hands slipped comfortably into the small of your back as he pulled you close to him, your hands locking behind his neck. Everything felt so easy with him. He gazed at you with a soft smile, swaying gently.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked this time, your voice soft as so as not to interrupt the moment.

He hesitated a moment, letting out a little nervous laugh and shaking his head. “I just am so in love with you,” he confessed, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone.

You felt breathless. “I love you too,” you replied easily, turning to kiss his palm.

He pulled you closer, meeting your lips halfway. Every touch was so tender and genuine. His large hands splayed out along your back against your silk dress, drinking in the sensation of your kiss; he was wholly enamored with your everything.

You could almost instantly sense when his tempo changed. His fingers began to curl into the fabric of your dress, his lips growing more fervent along with his tongue now. You reciprocated, hands tangling into his decadent curls. You two had shared several heated makeout sessions before, but nothing more as of yet. It wasn’t that you had been actively waiting; it just hadn’t felt right yet for either of you yet. Perhaps that’s why you could so easily detect the difference then. You could feel where this was going and felt sudden and intense anxiety spark in your belly. You wanted him, and you could feel that he wanted you. Yet, your chest tightened dramatically as his hands began to roam lower down your back.

Just as easily as you could sense him, he could you. He pulled back, his eyes dark, but his brow furrowed. “What is it?” he asked breathlessly, searching your face.

You shook your head, forcing the anxiety down. “Nothing. ‘Comere,” you smiled, pulling him back down to your lips by his tie. He chuckled against your mouth, his lips beginning to wander down your neck. You couldn’t help but gasp, willing yourself to relax into his touches. You couldn’t understand how you could ache for him so much and yet feel such dread at the same time. You barely registered his hand slipping up your dress before you reflexively caught his wrist in your grip.

“Woah, hey, hey,” he jumped, pulling away. “Was I going too fast? Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he began to ramble, worry filling his features.

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding, shaking your head quickly. “No, no, baby, please, it's not you I promise. I just -“ You were cut short, unable to catch your breath. You clenched your shaking hands, quickly coming to the realization that you were about to have a panic attack. You stepped away from him, feeling everything at once; you were mortified.

“Y/N, breathe, love,” he instructed, quickly recognizing what was going on. He took your hands and placed them on his chest. “Breath with me, please?’

You had to force yourself to meet his eyes, focusing hard on the slow rise and fall of his breaths and trying to match them with your own. You cursed yourself as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I’m so so sorry, I don’t know why I’m being like this,” you choked.

Timothée’s hands found yours against his chest, holding them comfortingly. “Love, no, it’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I pushed.”

You shook your head, sniffling softly. “No, you didn’t; I wanted it I just-“ It grew harder and harder for you to speak around the knot in your throat. He gently pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace. He had this way of hugging that made it so that he completely enveloped you in his lanky arms, his mop of curls against your cheek as he lowered himself down to rest his head against your shoulder. The simple action seemed to force the final bit of tension from your chest in a deep exhale.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t ready,” he assured, rubbing your back. Keeping you close to his chest, he sat down on the sofa, allowing you to sit in his lap with your bodies perpendicular to one another.

“I really do think I’m ready. I love you so much and I want to give this to you. I’m just.. scared.” You fiddled with the tie on your dress, unable to meet his eyes. You knew the reality of the situation. It was an anxiety that had plagued you well before you’d even met Timothée. Something programmed into your brain told you that you had to feel this way about yourself ever since you were young. You struggled to find the right words. “I-I’m afraid that you... I just- I don’t like my body,” you finally confessed, forcing yourself to look up at him to gauge his reaction.

To your surprise, he looked almost shocked. “What? Seriously?” His brow was drawn together and his voice whispery, as though he was afraid to spook you.

“And it’s not because I don’t trust you or anything like that, I just... am scared you’ll see me differently. Be less attracted to me. Even though rationally I know you never would, I can’t ignore the anxiety,” you continued, feeling yourself rambling.

Timothée stayed quiet for a moment, making you worry he thought you were foolish for such a thing. He hadn’t stopped rubbing your back since you’d sat down, his other arm draped across your lap to hold you close. “I feel so honored that you feel safe enough to share that with me, Y/N.” His words surprised you, though they often did. He thought and felt in such abstract angles, and it was one of the many reasons you were so in love with him.

“But, it breaks my heart to heart to hear you say that.” His eyes were sad as he looked over your face, but not in a way that made you feel pitied like most people did. You could see that he genuinely ached to make you feel better despite knowing it wasn’t in his control. He tucked your hair behind your ear, staying quiet again for a beat.

“When I first saw you, do you know what I thought?”

You shook your head against his palm.

“I instantly was reminded of Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s work I’d seen in the Louvre. Specifically, Proserpina popped into my mind. All of his work is astounding, but the way he is able to make stone look soft and malleable is just... breathtaking. It’s so hard to resist the temptation to reach out and touch it; make sure that your eyes are being deceived. You made me relive that feeling again.”

You were speechless. All you could do was sit and listen as he bared his heart to you.

“Every edge of you is soft and round; there isn’t a single single feature that is harsh. Every time I look at you I’m continually amazed by your beauty, Y/N. I can’t help but want to reach out and touch you.” His voice was just above a whisper, only audible between just you and him; a sacred secret.

Such words couldn’t make you believe he was just saying it to make you feel better. He so clearly was speaking from his soul, bare before you with unabashed vulnerability.

“And my love for you far from stops at your looks, mon amour. I’m in love with your soul. The way you laugh. The way you sleep. The way you wiggle around when you’re eating your favorite food. All of it,” he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

You couldn't help but let out a little giggle, reaching up to stroke his cheekbone with happy tears glistening in your eyes. “You are the sun, Timothée. Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips. You kissed him back eagerly, hands cradling his face and stroking his freckled cheeks. Any ounce of doubt you’d had before was gone; you were ready to give him all of you. His hand tightened on your thigh, making your heart race, but for the right reasons this time. Your hands found his collar, slowly beginning to undo the buttons and loosen his tie. You practically melted when a soft moan was pulled from his throat. “Are you sure you want this?” he paused, wanting to make absolutely sure.

“I’ve never wanted anything more, Timothee,” you replied, a new seriousness in your demeanor. You shifted so that you were on your knees straddling his lap, his head tipped back to meet your lips. His hands slid up the back of your thighs, feeling his heartbeat in his ears. His tongue curled against your lips, sending chills down your arms. You allowed yourself to sink down into his lap, his hands tightening on your hips as your bodies met. You could feel his lust pressing against your thigh and it made you involuntarily whine in need. Timothee’s head fell back against the sofa, his brow furrowed in pleasure. You took the opportunity to attack his beautiful, exposed neck. Tongue and teeth made a slow journey from his collarbone to his earlobe, a new sense of safety allowing you to act with more confidence.

He groaned louder. “You’ll be the death of me, babygirl… Bedroom?” You’d never heard him sound so wrecked before, and it made your legs weak. You slipped from his lap and the two of you hurried into his bedroom, his hands never leaving your skin. You kissed him hungrily on the mouth again and made quick work of his tie the rest of the buttons on his shirt, leaving his torso exposed. You pressed your palms to his warm skin, eliciting a soft whimper from him. His hands slid up your back, finding the zipper on your dress and pulling it slowly down your spine, making you shiver. A soft exhale of his name and your dress pooled around your feet. He didn’t pull away quite yet, wanting to make sure you stayed as worry free as possible. Gentle hands pressed you back against the mattress, and you willingly laid back, exposing yourself to his gaze.

He stopped his movements, his breathing heavily as his wide eyes took you in. “I told myself I wouldn’t stare, but my imagination was far from doing you justice,” he panted, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip with his fingertips.

You naturally wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling so exposed under his gaze.

He tsked, lightly pushing your hands away. “Don’t hide. Please never hide.” One of his legs kneeled on the bed between your legs, allowing him to lower his lips to brush against your ear. “You are a goddess, Y/N.”

You audibly whined, your hands naturally finding his shoulders. You felt smothered but with bliss; he was euphoria in the purest form. “Baby, I need you, please,” you pleaded, pressing needy kisses against the side of his face where you could reach. He quickly complied, lifting himself up to shove his slacks and underwear to the floor. You sat up, taking in the sight of him completely exposed before you. The expanse of his pale skin shone under the New York moonlight. Just as he had described, you couldn’t help but to reach out and touch to make sure he was real. He whimpered, his length twitching against his navel as your lips followed you hands, pressing soft kisses along his tummy. His hands skimmed over your shoulders, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra. You helped him, dropping it to the floor before falling back into his duvet. He promptly climbed over you, settling between your thighs as he met your lips again. However, you were incredibly distracted by the way his length pressed against your wet, heat. “Timothee, please,” you begged again, reaching between your bodies to touch him.

“Oh, Y/N, fuck..” he cursed. As much as he wanted to prolong the foreplay, you’d made it clear that you were becoming impatient, and he wasn’t about to object. His hand replaced yours, guiding himself into your warmth. The stretch was absolutely divine, forcing your eyes to roll back. The restrained sounds of pleasure slipping from both of you bounced off the high ceiling, echoing to your ears and making your blush hotly. When he finally bottomed out, he lifted himself from the crook of your neck meeting your eyes. “Holy shit.. Oh my god, I love you,” he murmured, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours.

“I love you too. You’re everything,” you replied breathlessly, pushing his hair from his face. He wordlessly asked if you were ready before beginning to slowly pull out almost all the way before pressing back in a bit quicker this time. You cursed loudly, feeling every inch of him. Unsurprisingly, he was as much a tasteful and artful lover as he was an individual. His rhythm built until you were both covered in a sheen of sweat, expletives and sweet nothings passed back and forth in between heated kisses. It wasn’t terribly long before you both reached your brink.

“Timmy, I-“

“Me too. Let go, love,” he panted, his face pinched up in pleasure as he fought to hold his composure.

One, two, three more shaky thrusts, and you were done for. Your back arched as everything went white, your toes curling from the pleasure consuming your senses. Timothee, Timothee, Timothee; his name was the only coherent thought left in your mind as your body shivered through the most intense orgasm of your life. Slipping down from the high, you forced your eyes open to watch as he too found his peak. His head fell back, the muscles of his stomach tightening as he cried out and spilled into you. He curled forward, tucking his face back into the crook of your neck as he finished, hot pants hitting your slick skin.

You both bathed in the afterglow, Timothee eventually regaining the strength to sit up and roll off of you. Your chest instantly ached, feeling too far from him. He seemed to sympathize, pulling you into his chest. Your head lolled back, meeting his eyes.

He let out a little laugh, and only then did you realize you were smiling up at him like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead, adoration filling his bones. He felt so fiercely for you, and you could feel it like an inferno locked inside his rib cage. Neither of you could quite find words worthy of breaking the silence so you stayed quiet, gazing at one another until you eventually drifted off into the most restful sleep you’d ever known.

[supersizemeplz]

Pastor Duke

Part Two

Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Continuation of this short, though no one asked for it. But I kind of like this AU. Enjoy!

A pair of sleek black heels rested by the doorway of the kitchen. Contrasting against the seamless white tile of the floor. Hushed bubbling and boiling came from the stove as food cooked atop it, leaving no stove eye unattended. A ham cooked in the oven, just about done as time ticked closer to five o'clock.

You moved about the spacious kitchen, humming a song that was stuck in your head as you did so. Some R&B song that had played on the radio as you drove home from church. The dress you wore swayed with your movement, covered by the polka dotted apron you wore. It's deep color was a contrast from the dress you'd worn earlier, and you hoped that Winston would like it.

Winston.

You smiled to yourself, putting a little bounce in your step. Of course, the man was undeniably handsome. Tall, thick, and attractive. Winston was a year older than you, according to his aunt Melanie. He'd graduated college with two master's and does a bit of charity work when he isn't in the pulpit.

You'd helped at an event that he'd hosted once before. A cookout for the youth of the church. He'd asked you personally for your help in that, spending as much time as he could with you during the day. You'd caught his quick glances at you, as well as holding back a smile when you'd noticed his longing ones.

You chuckled at the memory of him that day. The man had the perfect stature of intimidation yet the moment he was around you it shed. I'd taken him most of the day to get the courage to ask you to lunch, which you sadly couldn't agree to because of something that'd came up.

You considered this a rain check.

The doorbell sounded through the house, in two quick dings before the visitor rapped a beat against the door. Shawn. Every since his teens, that was his signal to let you know that it was him at that was knocking.

Wiping your hands on a clean towel, you turned down the stove eyes before leaving the kitchen. Your house slippers were silent as you padded into the front hallway, undoing the locks before you pulled the door open.

Shawn stood before you, beaming that charming smile. "Hey mama." He stepped forward, hugging you tight and pecking a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, returning the greeting. Before your eyes landed on her, the infamous Monae that'd caught the heart of your baby boy.

You'd noticed her almond shaped eyes first beneath those thick, arched eyebrows. Her round nose housed a touch of highlight on its tip, above the touch that tainted her cupid's bow. She gave a nervous smile that spread her full lips, both her hands holding her purse in front of her and against her thighs.

Shawn cleared his throat, stepping back to stand by her side. He put a comforting hand to the small of her back, giving her side a small squeeze of assurance. "Mama, this is Monae. My girlfriend." Monae kept her eyes on you, trying to read your face as she mumbled a soft 'nice to meet you'.

Her hand was held out towards you and you glanced to it. Letting her sweat a bit before you broke into a full smile. "I'm a hugger, honey." You gave her a warming hug, feeling her relax. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Monae. I would say I've heard about you, but Shawn likes keeping secrets."

She nudged him with a playful eye roll. "I told him to tell you about us sooner, but it isn't easy persuading him." Shawn laughed, mumbling a 'I had to prepare myself'. "But I have definitely heard about you. All good things and I've been excited about finally getting to meet you. And thank you raising such an amazing son."

You move aside to let them in, smiling as you allowed them past. "Do you need any help setting up? I wouldn't mind." Monae asked as she looked to you, allowing Shawn to take her coat and purse to hang up. You liked her already. Accepting her offer, you waved Shawn away to watch television before leading her to the kitchen.

Handing her an apron, you got her a few serving bowls and directed her to put all the sides in a bowl of their own. She nodded, starting off with the greens. As you slipped the ham out the oven, you began asking her about herself. Her family, her education, her goals, if Shawn is treating her right. Her answers were clear and impressive, reminding you a lot of yourself when you were her age. Determined & organized.

"Mama, your boyfriend is here!"

You rolled your eyes at your son's outburst, hearing Monae giggle from the other side of the table. "Here I come!!" Making sure everything was in place, you switched into your heels. Tossing the slippers into the hall closet as you passed it. The doorbell rang as you made it to the door, slowing you down.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed your hands over your dress. The bell rang again and you smiled, opening the door to reveal him in all his glory. His usual choice of a suit was gone and replaced by black dress pants and a burgundy sweater. He wore loafer styled shoes to match his pants, and that socks that peeked matched his shirt.

He held a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. Red roses and red wine. "Hello, Winston." You grinned, stepping aside to let him in. He took the gesture with a smile as he greeted you back, humming as he mumbled that it smelt amazing. You thanked him, closing the door behind you.

His gaze found you again, trailing over your body before meeting your gaze. "These are for you.." He held out the roses, licking his lips nervously. "..and I brought wine. Though I wasn't sure if you drank or not.. Not that you seem like the drinking type. It just seemed like something to bring to a dinner." You giggled at his rambling, taking the wine from him as well.

"Thank you, Mr. Duke. I do drink a bit of wine, every once in a while." You smiled, seeing him relax. Holding the flowers to your nose, you inhaled gently. "These are beautiful, Winston.." Looking up at him with your nose still in the flowers, you smiled a bit bigger.

He found himself smiling as well. Hands tucked into his pockets as he admired you. "Almost as beautiful as you.." He hadn't realized he'd said it, but you heard it. Your eyes lit up and you smirked at him. Opening your mouth to speak before someone cleared there throat.

"Pastor Duke, I'm glad to see you made it. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Monae." They disappeared towards the dining room. Shawn throwing an amused glance over his shoulder to you. You chuckled, shaking your head as they both rounded your corner. That boy was something serious.

Dinner seemed to go by quicker than expected. Everyone becoming a part of whatever conversation went on. You and Winston threw glances at each other every so often, more so him than you. He tried playing it off though, doing it as he drank his water or using the moments you spoke as a reason to look at you.

You'd watched him closely as well, picking up little habits of his. Like the bounce of his shoulders when he laughed or the change of his voice when he spoke about something passionate. Shawn seemed to study him as well, as if he was discreetly checking for any red flags. Though the smile he wore as he conversed with Winston was one of liking.

When time seemed to catch Shawn's attention, him and Monae left with intentions of getting rest for work the next day. You gave them both hugs and a motherly be careful before sending them on their way.

Now came cleanup, which Winston insisted on helping with..

He'd rolled up his sleeves, helping to carry the dishes from the dining room and to the kitchen. Arms bulking a bit as he did so. You smiled as he washed dishes for you. His big body in your apron to prevent his outfit from being ruined.

Conversation flowed naturally.

Both of you throwing out small things about yourself, getting to know each other better. At one point, he'd insisted that you relax and let him finish putting up the food so he could wash out the containers. Since you'd done all the work to prepare the dinner.

He throwing his usual glances at you, smiling as he spoke. Telling little jokes that you'd giggle at. They came naturally because he was actually funny. You hated to say it, but you'd never seen yourself as being a first lady. It seemed like it came with a boring relationship and constant church affairs. But the more time you'd spent around Winston, the more that mindset faded.

The topic of marriage came about, and you shared that you'd never been married. Shawn's father was a old friend of yours, and you both decided to do the co-parenting thing. Now, he was happily married and you were still searching for your candidates. But you definitely hoped to find your soulmate one day, whether you married of not.

"Have you ever been married, Mr. Duke?" You sipped your glass of wine, sitting on the counter. The slippers you tossed in the hallway closet earlier were back on your feet. Those heels resting in the closet in their place.

"No ma'am." He shook his head, glancing to you before focusing back on the dish in his hand. "I've never just had that perfect chemistry with anyone. That feeling of this woman could be the one.. Until recently.." He licked his lips, glancing to you with a small smirk.

You grinned, sipping from your glass to hide it. Crossing your ankles as you tilted your head, batting your lashes twice. "Ooo, a love interest? Would you care to share who that special someone is, Mr. Duke?" Sitting up straighter, you smiled. He chuckled, wiping his hands dry on a clean towel.

He walked to where you were, leaning against the counter opposite of you. A hand adjusted his glasses as he looked to you, smiling. "Actually, you've caught my eye. And all night, I've been trying to find a way to ask you if.." He cleared his throat, standing tall as he found your gaze. "Would you allow me to take you out for a date? My treat, of course, and any day you'd see fit."

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