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d0llpie · 4 years ago

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Heyy, can I request headcanons with Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi and Akaashi for this

The reader is on her period, and they go out on a date and she's wearing her favourite dress/skirt but it's her worst day ever when her period leak on her clothes 😭. So her boyfriend saw it and cover her using their jacket 🥺 flufff 🐣🥺

Getting their period during a date

Atsumu x reader, Suna x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Akaashi x reader

a/n: why is suna so hard to write for 😩😗 anyways, thank you for the request love <3

wc: 2.1k

Atsumu

- Tsumu had just come home after an away game tournament and you were so excited to finally get to see him

- You preordered a dress just for the date, it was light purple and suited you perfectly

- Atsumu was already dressed and ready while you were finishing off your hair and make up

- You put on some black heels and headed downstairs to leave with Tsumu

- “Woah, Hi baby, you look fantastic!” he was grinning widely, he came up and wrapped his arms around you smothering you in a hug

- you giggled “Tsumu not too tight!” you slapped his bicep and he released you from his grip

- “alright let’s go babe, i’ve got your purse” you kissed him on the cheek opening the door “so where are we going?”

- “you know i’m not gonna tell you that, just hop in the car, you can play your music” you smiled up at him before settling into the passenger seat and plugging your phone into the aux.

- You arrived at a beautiful restaurant and looked over at Atsumu with wide eyes “wow, i guess i can handle you going away if this is what i get when you come back” he laughed at you before slipping an arm around you waist and walking you to a booth by the window

- After a while you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, when you came back atsumu was acting slightly different

- “hey baby are you feeling okay?” you nodded, finishing off your drink “yeah what’s up? do you wanna go home?” tsumu nodded “yeah we can watch a movie and cuddle” you smiled and looked over at him lovingly

- “that sounds beautiful Tsumu” you stood up and Atsumu stumbled up to walk over to you, draping his blazer over your shoulders “babe this is way too big, i’m not even cold” he shushed you and walked you outside with his arm around you

- Once you got in the car you turned to face him “Tsumu are you okay? why are you rushing so much?” he looked over at you nervously “uh, yer period, you kinda leaked babe i just didn’t want the people in the restaurant to see..” you grew embarrassed quickly

- “so i guess that explains why you were extra nice tonight” he sent you an offended gasp “i am always nice! jeez woman i try to help” you rolled your eyes, plugging your phone back in to play your music as you drove home

- “Ugh this dress has only been worn once too :(“ you huffed, taking the dress off “i wanted to tear it off ya anyway if that helps!” you looked over to Atsumu quizzically ��it doesn’t..?” “oh”

- You showered quickly and changed into some comfy pyjamas, when you went downstairs you found Atsumu with a bunch of blankets and snacks on the couch “C’mere babe, i’ll let you pick the movie” you jumped onto him, covering his face in kisses

- “Thank you Tsum Tsum” you grinned before snuggling up to him and playing your favourite movie, you fell asleep before Atsumu carried you to bed, resting his hand on your lower stomach to give you some warmth while you slept.

Iwaizumi

- You planned a picnic date with Iwaizumi since you drove past a pretty park you hadn’t seen before on your way to visit your friend.

- You had texted Iwaizumi when you first saw it that it would be a cute date spot and so he took the following saturday off of work so he could spend the day with you

- The park was kind of far so you packed a large basket of food and a blanket

- Your friend had bought you a sundress a while ago but you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear it out on a date yet and so you were excited

- The sundress was yellow with orange flecks, it was flowy and went down to your mid calf, you paired it with a pretty necklace Iwaizumi had bought you on an anniversary before styling your hair and makeup

- You dressed up more than usual because you thought the park would be a beautiful spot to take some cheesy photos with Hajime.

- “You ready love?” you looked up to see Iwaizumi staring at you in the mirror with a lovesick grin and a slight blush on his face

- “You like the dress Haji?” you stood and turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck “mhm” he hummed leaning in to kiss you softly, you pulled away smiling, “alright let’s go”

- He intertwined your hands as you walked to the car, him carrying the basket insisting you shouldn’t

- When you arrived it was just as pretty as when you’d first seen it, the sunset was clear in view and the giant trees surrounding the field littered with flowers allowed the sunlight to cast beautiful shadows

- You grabbed the blanket, placing it down and lay down smiling, looking up at the blue sky, littered with orange shadows as the afternoon came around

- “here love, have this” you opened your mouth as Haji fed you a strawberry, you scrunched your face at how cold it was and he chuckled, flicking your forehead

- “Hajiii~ let’s take some photos look how pretty the sky is now!” you knew how bad Iwaizumi was at taking photos so you took some videos of you both sitting with the sunset behind you and took screenshots so Iwaizumi looked more natural

- “aww look how cute this one is Haji” you knelt over to show him your phone and he wrapped his jacket around your waist “baby?” you questioned and he pulled you into him

- “love don’t freak out but you have some blood on your dress, i can wash it out but do you want to head home?” you flushed in embarassment before realising you ruined your pretty dress

- You frowned realising you wouldn’t get to stargaze, oh well there were always other nights “yeah okay, thank you baby” “no problem” he left a lingering kiss on your forehead, ushering you to the car so he could pack up the picnic himself

- When you got home you placed your dress in the laundry sink, frowning again before walking into the bathroom to see Haji running you a bath “you don’t have to do all this” you came and rubbed his shoulders as he sat on the edge

- “It’s nothing, plus you planned out date- which was beautiful by the way, it’s the least i can do” you grinned and kissed his cheek “i wonder if the team knows how much of a softie their trainer really is” you teased, kissing his cheek again

- “Only for you love.”

Akaashi

- Akaashi took you into the city for a date today, you’d been stressed with work and akaashi knew your schedule so on your free day he wanted to take you out

- You were excited to dress up and get out of the house finally so you were ecstatic when Akaashi had taken you into the city for a date

- You put on a nice skirt and a backless top before grabbing your purse and heading out

- Akaashi was driving with his hand on your thigh the whole time, open palm steering and glancing over at you any chance he could

-“Keiji, focus on the road” you giggled, placing your hand over his and squeezing lightly, he smiled, looking over at you again

- “Sorry darling, you look so gorgeous though, even more than usual” he squeezed your thigh gently, smiling as you blushed “You look pretty handsome yourself”

- After Akaashi parked you made your way to a busy street filled with food trucks, pretty benches with fairy lights above them and two roads filled with people walking through

- “ooo keiji let’s get one of those!” you hugged his arm tighter into your chest, pointing at a couple sharing a giant milkshake with ice cream and chocolate toppings covering it

- “Let’s have some proper food first mkay?” you pouted before nodding, dragging Keiji to different food stalls to see the foods while he just watched you, gazing at you with a soft smile etched on his features

- Once you found some food you both wanted you were looking around for a place to sit and eat

- “Darling, here take this.” Akaashi tied his jacket around your waist before resting his hands on your sides and pressing a kiss to the top of your head

- “what’s wrong ‘kaashi?” you slowed down from how fast you were walking previously and grabbed his hand, holding your dinner in the other

- “your period came a little early, don’t worry you didn’t leak much but i just thought you’d feel more comfortable if you covered it”

- you hugged him tightly, he rested his head on your shoulder “you’re so perfect Keiji, at least i know why i wanted that ice cream so bad..” you laughed trying to shake off your sudden awkwardness

- “we can get that soon and then go home if you prefer? i’m sorry you didn’t get to spend that much time out of the house, i know you’ve been stressed” you frowned at how Keiji was feeling guilty

- “that sounds amazing, this date has been amazing, you’re amazing ‘kaashi, i love you” he intertwined your hands, squeezing gently “i love you blossom”

- you ordered the ice cream shake and headed back to the car

- when you got home Keiji ran you a hot bath while he grabbed your favourite hoodie of his and some pyjama pants

- you hopped into bed and snuggled up into Kejis side as he read a book “goodnight kaashi” “goodnight love”, he kissed the top of your head as you fell asleep

Suna

- You were out with your friends, dressed up in a blue dress before you had to leave for Sunas game

- You didn’t have time to go home and change but it was okay, it never hurt to be dolled up around Rin

- When you arrived they were just starting the first set, you settled into the crowd, waving at Rin on the court

- Suna looked up at you and smiled before his mouth hung open slightly, taking in the sight of you before smiling even wider

- “y/n looks good, you guys have a date after this?” Samu asked Suna

- “Nah, she was out with some friends guess she stayed there a bit longer, she looked amazing though” Rin looked back up at you, grinning distractedly

- “Hey, the game? She looks good but focus” Suna turned his attention back to the court as they played

- During half time Suna couldn’t stop glancing up at you, every time he spiked his eyes would find you, this was typical but today he held his gaze much longer, drinking in the sight of you

- Once the whistle blew, signifying their win he ran up into the stands, searching to find you before pulling you into him by your hips

- “Rin! Congratulations baby, you did so well!” you cheered for him, pecking him on the lips before turning to drag him back down “You look amazing baby, just wait.” He took out his team jacket, wrapping it around you before pulling you into another kiss

- “Don’t want people looking at you, that dress is gorgeous but you stand out a bit, also i think your period might’ve leaked.” your smile dropped at how cute protective Rin was and you stood there shocked

- “what?!” you frantically tightened the jacket around you “hey hey, it’s okay, let’s go home, we can cuddle and take a nap” you calmed down a little

- “yeah let’s go..” you both drove to your house, you washed your dress while Rin showered before jumping in after him

- Once you were both settled into the covers and in pajamas he pulled you into his chest “don’t stress y/n, i know how you get but it’s no big deal, sleep now”

- you hummed against his chest, tilting your head to kiss him lightly “thank you rin, i love you” “mhm sleep” you scoffed

- “say it back Rin” you feigned a scowl “oh right, i love you too, sleeping now” you giggled before cuddling into his chest, sleeping in his arms.

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aspenroman · 4 years ago

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first dates and milkshakes (Poppy X MC)

Summary: By now, Belvoire’s worst kept secret is that MC and Poppy have been hooking up for weeks. Everyone knows, although no one dares say anything. One day though, MC works up the courage to finally take Poppy on a date.

Tag: @simpforpoppy

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I wanted to create something short and cute for Poppy after this week’s chapter haha. It’s short but hopefully it’ll hold you over until I can get the second part of my Poppy fic done. #MakePoppyALI2020. Hope you guys enjoy:)

As she lays in Poppy’s bed, MC feels her emotions ricochet around in her chest. They’d had sex a few hours ago, but hadn’t bothered to change or get out of bed. It was a Thursday anyways, and the duo didn’t have any classes tomorrow. And although Poppy didn’t adamantly make her leave, the two generally parted ways on school nights.

Tonight, the two lay together with the sheets haphazardly thrown over them. They’re still naked, but MC feels sated as she combs through Poppy’s mane of hair with her fingers. Occasionally, Poppy makes contented noises as she scrolls through her phone and MC is happy just sitting in the silence with her. However, there has been a thought that has been bothering for a minute.

“Pop?” MC murmurs and her fingers momentarily freeze.

The blonde glances up from her phone, “Yes, Farmsville?”

“Go on a date with me,” She blurts out.

Poppy fumbles with her phone as she drops it on her chest and turns, “What did you just say?”

“Go on a date with me,” MC says, more confidently this time, “we’ve been doing this whole thing for months. And it’s not just sex anymore, at least for me. I mean, you literally text me to hang out sometimes, just us. Everyone thinks we’re dating anyways.”

“Well, technically I’m still dating Brad,” Poppy scowls.

“Yeah, technically, you haven’t been seen with him since we took down Chloe at the club. I’m literally number 3, it’s not like your reputation will be hurt,” MC tells her.

Poppy’s eyebrows furrow together as she thinks. A moment passes before she nods, “Fine. On one condition.”

“You sound overjoyed to go on a date with me,” MC teases, “what is it Pop?”

“You take me on a Farmsville-style date. No fancy dinners or whatever, show me how a normal first date is,” Poppy turns away again and picks up her phone, “I’ve never been on a real one.”

“You want to see how the other side lives? Bet,” MC smiles.

Poppy cranes her head to look back at her, “Did you...just say the word “bet” as a response?”

“Shuddup,” MC leans down and kisses her and all of Poppy’s fight leaves her.

“Tomorrow, 7 o’clock,” MC continues, “I’ll pick you up from here.”

Poppy smiles up at her, one of her rare, genuine, unreserved smiles, “Okay.”

---

“Hi pretty girl,” MC coos as Poppy exits her dorm building.

“Hi,” Poppy’s face heats up, “thank you.”

There’s a moment of silence as MC stares at her girlfriend (well? sort of?) and takes her in. Poppy has on a very short white tennis skirt on paired with an over-sized sweater. It’s pretty casual for her, but damn do her legs look good MC thinks to herself.

“My eyes are up here,” Poppy teases and MC laughs and kisses her on the nose.

“Just enjoying the view, but I’m going to enjoy taking these off more,” MC smiles.

Poppy swats her on the arm, “Who says you’ll get that far, Farmsville? This is our first date, you have to woo me.”

“Uh huh,” MC laughs, “come on then, we’re burning daylight.”

Poppy’s nose scrunches in disgust, “Some of the words that come out of your mouth are questionable at best.”

“Y’all don’t say that here?” MC looks genuinely confused, “I thought it was a common saying.”

“Maybe for old people,” Poppy shrugs.

MC pouts and intertwines their fingers together as she starts to walk in one direction, “You guys are lame. Now come on, it’s only a few blocks away.”

Wordlessly, Poppy allows MC to pull her along until she catches up and they walk side-by-side. A few people stare at them as they leave Belvorie’s campus, but no one in particular that they recognize. Either way, MC is too absorbed in how wonderful Poppy’s small hands fit in hers and too overjoyed to break the moment. They don’t say much, MC too caught up in looking at all of the bright city lights around them. She’s been here for months but she still hasn’t gotten used to the view.

“You’re cute,” Poppy says and MC squeezes her hand.

MC smiles, “Thank you, Pop.”

Soon they reach their destination, MC watches the shorter girl’s face as she gazes up at the neon sign above them. Poppy’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as she reads it.

“You brought me to a...Steak N’ Shake? What’s that?” Poppy says.

MC laughs, “I’ll show you. It’s a staple where I’m from.”

The duo walk inside and the only waitress, a disgruntled woman who looks like she’d rather be anywhere then here, seats them at a booth. Poppy glances around the room and takes in the retro red booths and the black and white tile that lines the walls. Chrome lines the edge of the flooring and a metal table separates them.

“Well this is something,” Poppy tells her.

“Listen, back where I’m from it’s either you go to a Steak N’ Shake to hang out or a Walmart. I figured you’d like this more,” MC says.

Poppy looks at her, “Was this where your first date was?”

“No, no. My first date was with a guy who smelt like roasted asparagus,” MC wrinkles her nose, “was stuck next to him for what feels like forever, that stupid movie was way too long.”

“Was he your friend or something?” Poppy tilts her head.

“Tinder,” MC shrugs, “small town where everyone I knew either thought I was ugly or I had already friend-zoned. Wanted to fall in love but my town was too small, so I turned to the internet. Plus, it was much easier to talk to girls on there then in real life.”

“What can I get for you guys?” The waitress materializes and interrupts them.

Poppy looks at MC helplessly and the brunette resists the urge to laugh, “A vanilla shake and a chocolate one, oh and a large fry.”

“That all?” The waitress asks.

MC nods, “Yeah, that’ll be it.”

The waitress nods but her face reads ‘oh fuck, I’m not getting a tip from this table’. MC puts on a terse smile as the waitress turns and leaves before Poppy clears her throat.

“A vanilla milkshake?” Poppy raises an eyebrow.

“I know you don’t like chocolate flavoring most of the time,” MC tells her, “plus, it’s a classic. It was either that or strawberry and I know you’re allergic to those.”

“Wait, you knew that?” Poppy’s eyes widen.

MC reaches across the table and grabs Poppy’s left hand with her own, “I do pay attention, Pop. You mentioned it a few weeks ago when you ordered that salad from that Italian place.”

Poppy smiles again, one of those special, toothy smiles where her eyes light up, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for being a decent human being,” MC waves the compliment off, “you’re my girl, I pay attention to everything you say.”

“Your girl, huh?” Poppy teases.

“I mean, uh, yeah if you’d like to be,” MC rubs circles onto Poppy’s hand, “I really like you, Poppy. And I know it’s only our first date but...”

“No. I like it,” Poppy interrupts, “It has a nice ring to it.”

MC leans across the table and with her free hand she grabs Poppy’s chin and pulls her to her so they can kiss. It’s a chaste and quick kiss, but when MC pulls away she’s smiling. A few minutes later, their food arrives and MC starts to open her straw before she places the straw in her mouth and faces Poppy.

“What are yo-” Poppy starts before MC blows hard on the straw and the wrapper flies into Poppy’s face.

“Got you,” MC giggles and Poppy blinks slowly.

“You’re dead to me, Farmsville,” Poppy says dramatically and pulls her hand away from her girlfriend’s.

MC sticks her tongue out, “Be that way then, fine.”

A beat passes.

“Can I hold your hand again?” Poppy murmurs and if MC wasn’t so close, she wouldn’t have hurt it.

To her credit, MC doesn’t antagonize her as she reaches across the table and intertwines their fingers again. With her free hand, Poppy places her straw in her shake and takes a sip.

“This is good, but why the fries?” Poppy asks.

“Take one and dip it into your shake,” MC says and does it.

“The fuck?” Poppy scowls, “Why would I cross contaminate?”

“Just do it, Princess,” MC tells her.

Clearly biting back a comment, Poppy does as she was told. As she chews on the fry, her eyebrows raise in surprise.

“That’s so good!” Poppy admits and grabs another fry.

“Told you,” MC says in a sing-song voice.

Poppy rolls her eyes but continues munching on fries as MC prattles on about this and that. Every now and then, Poppy makes small comments but lets MC do most of the talking as the two eat. When their cups are empty, MC pays for the meal and they walk back outside.

“You know what Farmsville, I really had a good time,” Poppy smiles.

“Does that mean?” MC waggles her eyebrows.

Poppy presses up on her toes and kisses her cheek, “Yes, you can come back to my room.”

MC yells in glee and picks up the smaller girl to twirl her. Poppy giggles as MC spins her in the air before she gently sets her back on the ground.

“Come on, pretty girl, daylight’s burning,” MC winks and Poppy hits her on the shoulder again as the two walk back to campus, hand-in-hand.

And MC couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Shining Just the Way I Like (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: Denali works as a roller-skating waitress, and Rosé catches her eye.

A/N: So I saw Denali’s runway, and then gnesis0204 posted about a fic based on it, and somehow the inspiration hit me and this happened today. It’s very fluffy and I really hope you like it!! A million thank you’s to Writ for beta-ing and FaceTiming me to scream with their full reaction. Title from Levitating by Dua Lipa.

The West-Burner Best Burger diner has a sprawling parking lot big enough for dinosaurs to roam, and each of the carhop spots is full, beat-up cars and fancy show-off ones alike all waiting for the golden fries and juicy burgers and thick milkshakes made by the cooking staff inside the brilliant red—well, Denali just has to trust Kahmora that it’s red, due to her slight color-blindness—and white diner. Denali readjusts the red plastic tray, checks for any maniac drivers, and pushes off across the lot, her skates gliding.

The owners, Nina and Tina, are sisters who love a good vintage vibe, and it’s why Denali is roller-skating across the blacktop, her red-and-white striped dress fluttering around her. Being a waitress—let alone one on skates—isn’t always ideal, with the customers who complain that what they ordered is somehow not what they want, or take the dress as an excuse to hit on her, but it pays more than typical waitressing jobs because of the skating factor. Not to mention most customers give her good tips—usually out of pity for the goosebumps on her arms on cold days, or awe over her getting the food there smoothly—and it’s extra skating practice before she can hit the ice for her real skating practice. Not ideal, but not horrible either, and as the sun warms her skin and she skates away from a minivan full of screaming kids with a five-dollar bill tucked in her apron, today feels like a good day.

She rolls inside the back door, nodding a thanks at Symone for holding it open. The inside of the diner is full with the lunch rush, the mix of indoor seating and carhop spots–the only ones around since that Sonic closed–meaning that Nina and Tina have one of the most successful restaurants in the state, with the polished plaque of excellence by the door to prove it.

“Hey, Denali!” Kahmora waves from the kitchen door, quickly catching herself before the water in her hand spills. She’s part of the inside wait staff; Denali’s attempt to teach her skating had only resulted in both of them going down in a mess of skates and scrapes, Nina pouncing on them with her first aid kit.

“Hi, Kahmora.”

“There are so many good-looking people in here today!” she says, cheerfully walking over to Denali.

“Besides me!” Symone calls from the door.

Kahmora rolls her eyes. “Anyway, I’ve flirted with two different tables so far. I’ll be getting that coin today.”

“And maybe a phone number,” Denali says.

“God, I hope.” Kahmora grins and crosses her fingers, and then she’s off, turning to a table with her wide smile shining.

Denali grins. Kahmora is excellent at charming customers, and it works to her advantage as she rakes in the tips. Denali doesn’t have much chance to do that part at the carhops. She just brings people their food and waits for them to give the tray back; there’s no twirling her hair around while she waits for them to order, no drawing hearts on the napkins. It’s straightforward, and it leaves room in her brain to run through her skating routine.

Nina hands her another tray, and Denali glides outside. The feel of roller-skates over blacktop is nowhere as smooth as sharp ice skates over fresh ice, and the loud chatting in cars she passes is a far cry from the quiet ice rink, but Denali can’t resist a little twirl here and there like she’s on the ice, relishing in their perfection even if she doesn’t have to be perfect out here.

She pulls to a stop by a black car, Lady Gaga trickling softly through the open window. There’s a woman in the passenger seat and one in the back, but Denali can’t look away from the beautiful driver. She has soft pink hair and bright eyes that look green one second and hazel the next. She smiles, and Denali almost drops the tray.

“Wh—what can I get you?” Denali asks, because that’s the first thing that pops into her brain.

“Um … I think we already ordered?” The pink-haired woman says, and Denali remembers that she’s quite literally holding a tray with their order on it.

“Right. My bad.” Denali stammers as she slips the tray through the window, cheeks as pink as the woman’s hair.

“No worries.” There’s that smile again, and Denali’s knees wobble like they’ve forgotten the steadiness years of skating gave them. “I get flustered around pretty girls too.”

“No kidding,” mutters the brunette in the backseat, reaching for her food.

“Eat your chicken tenders, Jan,” the pink-haired woman snaps.

“Well, if Lagoona didn’t steal my honey mustard like she stole my shirt last week—“

Denali holds in a laugh as a packet of sauce is launched into the backseat, with a snarled promise that the brunette will get her damn shirt back.

“Don’t mind them,” the driver says, a warm pink clinging to her cheeks too.

“Of course.” Denali pauses as her heart skips a beat, grasping on to any bit of courage she has. “What was that you were saying about me being pretty?”

“Actually, I was saying that I’m pretty and I don’t blame you for being flustered.” The woman in the passenger seat makes a gagging noise, and the driver elbows her before giving another smile, glint in her eyes making Denali flash her dimples. “But you’re pretty too.”

“I know.” Denali grins as she twirls brown hair around her finger, because why not? Those hazel-green eyes are locked on her, the driver leaning forward so far she’s almost out the window, hanging on every word Denali says.

She laughs, and Denali would do anything to hear it again.

“I’m Rosé.”

“Denali.”

“Denali,” she repeats softly, and it sounds nicer on her lips than on Denali’s own, like Rosé is treasuring getting to say it. “So, you—you really skate and stuff?”

“Yep.” Denali flexes her ankle, modeling her skates like she’s on the ice, even if Rosé can’t see. “I’m an ice skater, actually.”

“Wow.”

Denali snorts. “Yeah.”

“Are you—“

“Do you work here? I need more ketchup, and don’t think I won’t call a manager.” Denali spins around to find the source of the noise: an angry woman stalking over to Denali like a lion cornering its prey, her minivan door still open.

Denali winces, and Rosé’s face softens in sympathy. “I better let you go,” she says sadly, passing over the tray. “Good luck with her.”

“Thanks.” Denali sighs.

“Oh, and this is for you.” She hands Denali some folded bills with one last smile. “I’ll see you, okay?”

“See you.” The woman’s lion jaws are about to snap around Denali, and she quickly leaves the car and intercepts her. She doesn’t even look at the tip Rosé gave her until she’s on break, and is shocked to find fifteen dollars. A fifteen dollar tip on a twenty-five dollar order is–well, Denali can’t do math but she knows it’s a lot; it’s more than she’d get from four cars put together. Not to mention the brilliant smiles Rosé kept giving her, worthy of being a tip themselves. It’s definitely a good day, one clouded over with cotton candy pink hair.

—-

Days go by, and Denali is so busy scanning the parking lot for any hint of pink hair that she actually trips on a rock and falls one day. Luckily there’s no food in her hands, and she brushes off everyone’s concerns, commanding her brain to focus on work instead of women with pink hair.

Maybe Rosé thought about it and decided she doesn’t like Denali after all, will do anything she can to avoid the diner. Maybe it was all just a joke from the start. But Denali doesn’t think so. Rosé’s eyes never left her, even with the chaos in her car, like she didn’t want to miss a moment of Denali. So when is she coming back? When will Denali see that smile again?

It’s been a week, and Denali’s about to skate into the breakroom when Nina corners her, a strawberry milkshake in one hand and a chocolate in the other. “Denali, can you bring these out to number two quick?”

She doesn’t want to turn down Nina, so she just nods. Number two is the only carhop spot filled, so there’s no chance of other customers chasing her down. It’s 3:00, that calm period in between the lunch rush and dinner rush, with just stragglers now and then stopping for a snack or shake. The car’s window rolls down to reveal the pink hair that hasn’t left Denali’s mind in a week.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back.” Rosé’s smile outshines the sun, and Denali grins too.

Her warm palms might melt the milkshakes, and she hands them to Rosé. Denali notices finally that the car is empty, and confusion sparks in her. Why did Rosé order two milkshakes for herself, and why is she sitting there holding them both, opening and closing her mouth like she wants to say something?

“Two milkshakes for you?” Denali asks. “I’m not judging, just–”

Rosé bites her lip. “Actually, one is for you.”

Denali’s mouth hangs open, and as much as she wants to fly to the passenger side of the car, her legs are a bit too jelly-like to support her.

Rosé’s eyes widen with worry. “Shit, you like chocolate, right? I just guessed. I mean, who doesn’t like chocolate–”

“I love chocolate,” Denali says, heart melting at Rosé’s sigh of relief. She rolls to the passenger door and slips onto the seat, and she’s so close to Rosé. There’s no car door in between them anymore. Instead, they’re both in this car together, and Rosé smells like vanilla and her eyes are even brighter than Denali thought, and she never wants to leave this car.

They clink their plastic cups and sip their drinks, and Denali spends each second of her break taking in all she can of Rosé, from how she loves to sing and was born in Scotland, all the way to how she slurps up every last drop of her milkshake and always keeps her hand close to Denali’s.

When Denali’s alarm goes off, telling her to get back to work, she chugs the last of her shake and sighs. “This was really nice,” she says.

“Yeah,” Rosé agress. She raises an eyebrow. “I think it needed to be longer, don’t you?”

Denali’s heart flutters. “A lot longer.”

“Does this Saturday at seven work? It can be as long as we want.”

Denali doesn’t even hesitate. “It’s a date.”

#rpdr fanfiction #denali foxx #rosé #rosnali #lesbian au #fluff #athena2 #concrit welcome #submission #s13 #shining just the way I like

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 5 years ago

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Getting Warmer - B. Hargrove

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Never in her life had she taken her heels off to drive. She was practically expert at the action of driving with stilettos on.

Unlike the rest of her life, this situation called for a foot to the gas harder than she was willing to forgo one of the many pairs of black stilettos she owned.

She never thought she would be in such a rush for somebody like him.

To her, he didn’t deserve to play the damsel in distress. He was rude, arrogant, the perfect representation of everything wrong with the middle class white male of the 80’s.

Yet here she was, forcing her canary yellow Chevy to go as fast as it could just to get to where he needed her to be.

He was in trouble, and no matter how much she didn’t like somebody, Y/N Henderson didn’t let another suffer just because of her personal feelings.

Her feet were bare as she pulled up to the parking lot of the high school. It was far too late for anybody to be there, but he told her to meet him there.

That, and it was an early Saturday morning.

The blue Camaro stood out in the early morning light and as she pulled up next to it, she could see just how disheveled they man leaning against the side of the vehicle was.

His lip was split and he was sporting an already bruising eye, but he still smirked when she got out of the car. He took a moment to adjust to the sight of her without her heels.

She was tiny compared to him.

Her hands were on his face in seconds, tilting it every which way so she could survey the damage.

“What happened? Are you okay? Where’s max?” Her questions came out lightning fast as she furrowed her brows in confusion.

Billy took the opportunity to notice how her nose crinkled slightly when she concentrated.

“Nice to see you too, princess,” he smirked down at her, offering a wink. “Maxine is fine. She’s in bed.”

She was tired, her hair was a mess and she was hungry. She was not in the mood for his question dodging.

“You answered one of three questions. What about the other two?”

Her arms crossed underneath her chest, and she rolled her eyes as Billy shamelessly gazed at her breasts.

“Look, I don’t have the care to stand around while you perv on me.” She watched as his blue eyes raised to meet her own. “I came here because you said you needed help, and I show up and you’re bruised and battered. I understand you might not be ready to talk right now but I won’t stand here while you eye me like a piece of meat. I’m a woman, not an object for your viewing pleasure, Billy.”

She was annoyed, anybody could be able to tell that. She hadn’t snapped at him, but she sure as hell didn’t say it in a way that can be brushed off.

She knew when to be stern, and from his past experience, she also knew when to get vicious.

He felt like a scolded child and he filled with guilt.

He shouldn’t have called her. He shouldn’t have asked her to meet him. He shouldn’t have ran out. He should have just stayed in that house with him.

She could notice the shift in Billy almost immediately. His eyes seemed to sink in and the smirk on his face took a significant hit. Yet the corners of his mouth were still turned upwards. In more of a sad smirk now.

“Right now, I want nothing more than to tell you everything about my life,” Billy spoke, and Y/N could see the unshed tears that mask his blue eyes. “But I don’t want to dampen the mood just as our night is beginning.”

Y/N deadpanned.

“Okay, sorry, morning.” Billy laughed softly. “How about we start by getting something to eat? I dragged you out here, the least I can do is take you for some breakfast.”

Y/N nodded softly, stepping towards her car. She didn’t miss the way Billy’s face dropped at her slight departure.

He peered back up when she pulled a pair of fluffy boots from the boot of her car and slipped them onto her feet. She pulled the passenger door of Billy’s Camaro open and rose her head to look at him before she slipped in.

“I’m not waiting around all night. You said breakfast, that’s like love language to me.”

Billy shook his head with a laugh before climbing into the car beside the girl.

He hated that he had fallen so hard for her, but he couldn’t stop himself now.

To say Y/N was surprised by the state of his car interior would be an understatement.

She couldn’t find a speck of dust anywhere. The leather seats were void of any mess, the floor looked as if it was vacuumed regularly and there was no rubbish anywhere.

It was a happy surprise, as she kept her Chevy in the same state.

What wasn’t shocking, was the music Billy listened to. There was a cassette in the radio, blasting a number of rock songs.

The car ride was short, so she only heard a few tunes.

The Ramones, Zepplin, the Stones. Everything she expected.

Every time she allowed herself to think that Billy wasn’t the stereotypical wannabe bad boy, she was proven wrong.

Sure, he kept his car clean. Sure, he rang her in the middle of the night with his breath shaking through sobs.

Sure, he had an earring that she didn’t know about and was interested in.

“You have your ear pierced?” She blurted, dude way aware that she had been staring at him for a few minutes.

He was aware of it, his smirk was evidence.

He made a noise of agreement. A deep rumble from the back of his throat.

“Got it before we left California to piss off-“ he stopped short. He didn’t want to tell her who he wanted to provoke, but part of him was longing to tell her how he intentionally made decisions against his fathers wishes.

“To piss off who?” She had a critical eye. She was curious and wouldn’t let him end a statement with no conclusion.

“Uh, my ex girlfriend. She didn’t think guys should get pierced so I wanted to prove her wrong before I left.”

He looked nervous. Y/N could tell he was lying but she chose not to push him.

She was often good at reading people but Billy was proving to be an enigma.

If she had to guess where his bruises came from, she would say from fighting with some other teenage boy.

She couldn’t explain the emotion that she heard through the phone though.

They pulled up to a small diner not far from the school. Before Y/N could even open her door, Billy had pulled it open and he was waiting for her to step out.

His movements halted at the look of shock on her face and he couldn’t stop the blush from rising to his cheeks.

“Oh! Sorry. S’a force of habit. Usually I do that for my step-mum,” his voice was low, almost shy.

“It’s alright, Billy. I don’t mind,” she said, standing up from the low car.

He smiled at the reassurance.

Billy generally acted in ways to provoke others. He intentionally acted out, in hopes that he could receive some positive attention. Hell, he was happy with negative attention from anybody but his father.

He didn’t often receive positive attention unless it was from some girl who wanted to end up underneath him, but Y/N wasn’t like that. And that made her much more enticing.

That, and the amazing car she drove, the way she didn’t take shit, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up in class when the topic shifted to something she was interested in.

The odd way she wore black stilettos all of the time, and the way she looked at the moment with her hair blowing in the wind and her soft shoes making her so much shorter than him.

He could just lean down and press his lips against-

“We going in? I’m starving and this place does the best waffles.” There was a smile on her face, and for the first time he noticed how her face was void of makeup.

Every imperfection was on show and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” He cleared his throat and walked towards the diner.

Once they were inside, he felt a sense of comfort was over him.

The air was much warmer inside and the smell of bacon cooking reminded him just how hungry he was.

He was so angry the night before that he skipped dinner.

Y/N led him to a booth towards the back of the diner, where they could look through the window at his car.

“I don’t trust the asshole round here.” She explained. “I always sit where I can see my car.”

He was slowly discovering more about her and he couldn’t wait to sit down and talk with her.

She ordered three waffles and coated them all in syrup. She also ordered a strawberry milkshake and proceeded to sip the syrup coated waffles into the pink drink.

She was unique. He couldn’t expect anything from her apart from the unexpected.

When he called her, he figured she would hang up. But instead she calmed him down and asked him where the could meet. Within seconds of ending the call, Billy had been in his car and driving off.

Billy settled for pancakes, arguing that they were better than waffles. Y/N shot him an evil look for that admission.

There was no conversation as they ate. Y/N had questions burning in her mind but she didn’t want to pry.

Then again, she also wanted answers for why she had left the house for him.

He couldn’t stop himself from telling her after he had finished eating.

“It was my dad,” his voice was quiet, and he didn’t meet her eyes when he spoke.

Y/N snapped her eyes to billy, furrowing her brows with confusion.

“What was your dad?”

He gestured to his face, not wanting to say the words for fear he would break down.

Y/N’s mouth fell open. She had heard rumors from the boys that Max and Billy’s dad wasn’t the nicest, but she didn’t want to believe anything for fear of it not being true.

“Your dad did that to you?”

He nodded slightly.

He flinched when her hand grabbed his from across the table. She held his hand with such gentleness that he found himself staring at their connected appendages.

“He’s been doing it since I was little. My mum left when I was a kid, so he turned from doing it to her to doing it to me. He’s tried it a couple times with Susan but I try to stop it.” He seemed as if he were in pain.

“Does he do the same to Max?” Y/N could feel herself getting angrier as Billy spoke. This was not what she expected at all, but now that he was saying it, she could see the signs.

“No, no, he doesn’t touch Max. He’s controlling to her, though. It pisses her off. She’s too independent for him. Little brat tried to make a run for it before we moved here.” There was a proud smile on his face. “I don’t blame her. If we got along more, I would have tried to make a run for it with her.”

Y/N’s eyes were full of sympathy. She wanted to help the man in front of her, but she didn’t know how to.

“I’m sorry, Billy. I’m sorry this has happened to you.” She watched as he quickly wiped a tear that had fallen from his blue eyes. He still refused to look at her.

“S’fine. I shouldn’t have called you,” he whispered, nor trusting his voice.

Y/N furrowed her brows.

She turned her head around to look at they diner. It was empty, save for the man behind the counter who was dozing off.

She pulled her hand from his and stood up. His heart dropped for a second, fearing that she was going to leave him.

It came as a shock when she slid into his side of the booth and placed her small hands on either side of his face. For the first time, she could see the pain in his eyes.

There were pools of tears waiting to break free, and the memories hidden inside of him were coming to the surface.

“If you ever need me, you call me. I don’t care what time of day it is, I’m here for you, Billy,” she said sternly, watching him carefully. “Your dad is an asshole, and you and Max deserve a hell of a lot better than that.”

“Susan does too. She’s too nice for Neil.”

“And Susan. Hell, I’ll marry her if she’s looking for somebody.”

Billy laughed softly, “yeah, that’ll really make Neil happy. Asshole can’t even watch me look in a mirror without throwing some gay slur at me.”

“What a butt muncher,” Y/N grumbled.

Billy couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sight. She looked so grumpy, so protective. So beautiful.

“You’re the only one who knows, Y/N,” he whispered to her, allowing himself to melt into the feeling of her delicate hands on his face.

“It’s safe with me, Hargrove. Promise.”

It was that moment, that Billy realized, after many months of infatuation with the woman, he would do anything for her.

He had hit the bottom, fallen from such a height for her and he didn’t want to come back up.

And there, in the small diner at 5AM on a Saturday morning, he kissed her.

Delicately.

He would never forget the taste of syrup on her lips as their eyes both closed and they relaxed into the contact.

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free-pool-trash · 5 years ago

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dangerous game - part iii

Here is part 3 :) the caps lock button on my laptop is broken so excuse some of that :)

Word count: 2.4k

Taglist: @badluckposting - @c0-77 - @my-remical-chomance (lemme know if u wanna be added)

Warning(s): fluffy Warren time (y’all are getting some Peter flashbacks next part dw;)), swearing, i pulled an all nighter so if this makes no sense we’re all just gonna have to be okay with that

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For the most part, things had gone back to normal within your friend group. It took a while but you and Peter were finally back on speaking terms, which he was glad for but it wasn’t quite where he wanted to be. No, he wanted to be where Warren was.

Because while Peter had been grinding to get you to speak to him the way you used to, Warren had you giggling and almost swooning. They were moving into dangerous territory and although they both wanted to be the one you loved, they were both equally as terrified of what the other would do to make you change your mind once you finally made a choice.

Of course you were blissfully unaware of the game the boys were playing for your affections, everyone else in the group noticed, though. Jean and Jubilee were living for the drama of it all, constantly wondering who you’d pick in the end. Scott and Kurt were constantly on edge, afraid a fight would break out between the winged boy and the speedster. And Ororo, who had just returned from a particularly long mission, was utterly confused by the drastic change in atmosphere.

You and the group were sitting around outside, under the shade of a huge oak tree in the garden as it had finally started to feel like spring and the academy had been hit with a heatwave. You were laying down on the grass, hands crossed under your head and your eyes closed as the sunlight that slipped in through the gaps of the tree covered your body, keeping you warm.

“I love spring.” You sighed out blissfully, Warren looked down at you fondly from where he sat, back against the trunk of the tree.

“It suits you.” He said, the beginning of a smirk on his face. He meant what he said, spring looked good on you, you looked ethereal, the way the light washed over your shoulders, that were exposed by your top, was driving him crazy and when you cracked your eyes open at his remark and threw him a cheeky wink he had to let out a low chuckle, he knew for a fact that you knew the effect you had on him.

If you were being honest with yourself you weren’t quite sure what was going on between you and Warren but whatever it is, you really liked it. It was light and fun, it didn’t go too deep but you still knew it meant something.

What you didn’t know was that between Warren and Peter it meant everything.

Peter watched the pair of you with a pout, he was mad that he couldn’t even be mad about what he’d just watched, Warren was smooth and Peter wanted to give him some credit for that because he was right, spring did suit you, so did summer, it always had. To Peter you were the literal embodiment of that summer feeling, you know the one that's just warmth and pure bliss? That feeling that if it was a colour it would be golden? That’s how you felt to him, of course he never voiced this to you and fuck if he regretted it because if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought that Warren was starting to develop the same idea.

As the afternoon went on you found yourself growing bored of sunbathing and opened your eyes to see that all of your friends looked content, Jubilee and Kurt had found their way onto one of the tree’s branches, they were giggling among themselves, you had to stop yourself from cooing at the sight of them. Jean and Scott seemed to have snuck off somewhere and Ororo was in her element soaking up the sunshine. Peter was asleep in the grass, walkman on and music playing through his headphones as he napped, you hadn’t seen him so calm in ages, it was nice to be able to just hang out again. You really missed him, you still did, the closeness just wasn’t there anymore and it wasn’t clear if you’d ever get that closeness back. You hoped so, but you couldn’t be sure.

Your eyes moved to Warren who was peacefully reading against the tree trunk, you moved yourself up so that you were leaning on your elbows and the movement caused the blond to raise his eyes to look at you, you smiled softly at him and watched as he heaved himself up from his sitting position and made his way in front of you, arms stretched out towards you in invitation.

Letting out a soft giggle you raised an eyebrow in question at the grabby hands he was making at you, “Come on, let's go on a walk.” He said and you finally placed your hands in his much bigger ones and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

“Alright, Birdy. Where to?” You asked as you dusted yourself off.

Warren shrugged, green eyes glinting with mischief as he began walking toward the school gates, “Anywhere but here.”

This would definitely get you both into trouble later but with the heat of the sun and the way the literal angel was looking at you clouding your judgement, you didn’t care what happened, so you caught up to him and the pair of you strolled casually out of the school.

You walked side-by-side pretty aimlessly for about a half hour before you actually saw any sign of civilization, a small and pretty dingy looking diner sat on the side of the road you and Warren had been walking on and you decided you’d go in and risk getting food poisoning for the sake of the little adventure you guys were having.

The place was empty, save for the few members of staff who were working, none of whom seemed at all bothered by Warren’s metal wings, which was good you supposed. Warren picked a booth and slid in across the red leather of the seat to be by the window and you slid in right beside him, legs pressed together.

Lately you often found yourself wanting to be closer to Warren, he’d become like a safety blanket to you, you weren’t sure what it was just yet, but he made you feel safe, like nobody could hurt you, neither physically or emotionally as long as he had anything to do with it.

“What’re you thinking about?” The boy in question asked, looking at you intently, curious as he rested his cheek against his hand.

Smiling at him, you bumped his shoulder gently, “Just the usual.”

Before he could question you any further a sweet looking waitress walked up to your table, she seemed to be in her 60s give or take and wore a bright smile on her face “What can I get for you two lovebirds today?” She asked, a kind tone in her voice as you and Warren blushed and smiled at her awkwardly.

Clearing his throat, Warren answered her, “What would you recommend?”

The woman’s smile never faltered, “The milkshakes are just wonderful. I bet you’re a strawberry kind of gal, right?” She directed at you and you laughed in amazement, “Yeah, I am, actually!”

“And you… chocolate.” She looked to Warren this time, a knowing look on her face as his eyes widened and you giggled at the look of childish bewilderment on his face as he just nodded to her.

“Milkshakes sound great… one strawberry and one chocolate, please.” You gave her the order with a huge smile on your face, trying not to laugh as Warren shook his head, “Lucky guess.”

“Coming right up, sweetheart.” With that she walked away and turned toward Warren, smile ever present, “I like her.” You declared happily and Warren huffed out a laugh and tried to calm his heat rate as he looked at you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and your smile and your eyes that seemed to be sparkling with happiness, you had him completely enchanted and he wondered if you even knew that he’d both kill and die for you.

Pulling himself out of his trance he allowed himself to smile at you and you had to fight the urge to fall into a trance of your own when he did.

“I think she thinks we’re a couple.” He stated and you nodded in agreement, looking in her direction while mumbling, “Should we tell her we’re not actually a couple when she comes back?”

“What and break her heart?” Warren asked cheekily, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing his mouth close to your ear, you could feel his breath against your skin, biting your lip to stop the grin that was trying to form you listened as he began to whisper.

“Besides, I think I’ll enjoy being your boyfriend for a little while.” You rolled your eyes at him but you couldn’t quite shake the smile from your face. He was smooth and he knew it, but still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t going to enjoy having him as your not-boyfriend for a little while.

After a few minutes the waitress returned with your milkshakes, you both thanked her as she walked away and began sipping through your straws.

Throwing your head back, you let out a overly-sexual moan as you swallowed a sip of your strawberry milkshake, “Fuck, this is heaven.” You spoke into the air.

“I agree.” Warren told you, eagerly sipping the cold drink, nose poking into the whipped cream at the top of the glass.

When he finally separated himself from the chocolate milkshake, he looked towards where you were giggling beside him, “What?” He asked you, almost pouting.

“You’ve got cream on your nose…” You let him know, laughing harder as he went cross eyed trying to see for himself, “Here, let me.” You said, not thinking as you leaned up absentmindedly and pecked the tip of his nose with your lips, successfully removing the speck of cream from his skin.

“There… All gone.” You moved away slowly, blushing as you realized what you’d just done. You really just kissed Warren Worthington iii’s nose as if it was nothing.

The grin that formed on his face sent a shiver up your spine, “Oh so that’s how we’re playing it? Okay, love.” He said, smugly while nodding his head and scooping some cream from his cup up with his finger.

“What’re you doing, idiot?” You asked with a laugh, quickly being silenced when he smeared the cream he’d collected on his finger directly onto your lips.

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, you didn’t have time to ask him what that was for before his lips met yours softly, after a second of looking at him with wide eyes, you gave in, eyes fluttering closed as you moved your lips against his.

Your hand moved to his cheek as he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss when your began to smile against him he pulled away, pressing smaller kisses to your lips before regaining his previous distance, which wasn’t much.

Smugly he told you, “You had cream on your lips.”

“Alright, I see what you did there, Birdy. Well played.” You commended, nodding your head in approval of his move.

“Didn’t become your diner boyfriend because of my lack of game.” He said with a wink, arm tightening around your shoulder as his pulled you into his side, reveling in the sound of your laughter.

“Course not, your dashingly good looks sealed that position for you.” You teased, poking his side.

It was strange, you’d just made out with one of your closest friends less than a minute ago and yet messing around with him about it felt like the most natural thing. And you couldn’t lie… The kiss was good, it was really good, in fact your heart was still hammering. You definitely wanted to revisit that later.

After another while chilling in the diner, you decided it was time to return to the school, the sun was getting ready to set and golden hour was hitting a little different as you and Warren walked, stealing glances at each other. A kind of understanding had settled between the both of you after the kisses you shared in the diner, it was the understanding that what you guys had was for sure deeper than just friendship.

Upon arriving back to the school, Warren walked you to your dorm.

“I had fun today.” You told him, shyly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, your earlier confidence seemingly gone.

“Me too.”

Smiling sweetly, you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before stepping into your room, “See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” Warren confirmed with a smile on his face, walking backwards away from your door as you shut it.

Pressing your ear against your door, you made sure you heard him leave before you let out a squeal you’d been holding in since you kissed his nose, the day had been like something out of a shitty coming of age romance movie and you fucking loved it.

Running out of your room, you knocked on Jubilee’s door frantically.

“Jubes! Jubes! Jubes!” You chanted excitedly as your knuckles rapped against the wood.

The door swung open and you were met with a confused looking Jubilee, pushing past her you entered her room and quickly shut the door, ushering her to sit on her bed.

“I have news.” You shot off into the story of what had happened between you and Warren in the diner and it was safe to say that she was more than happy with the information you’d just given her.

She wanted you with Warren 100%, you were good for each other and plus, she couldn’t wait to rub this in Jean’s face who had been rooting for Peter in the game to win your heart.

Her train of thought brought her to the question she spit out with a perplexed look on her face, “Wait, what are you gonna do about Peter?”

With that, your rose coloured glasses shattered and you were brought back to Earth, your stomach dropped at the thought of how your and Warren’s developing relationship would make Peter feel.

Sure he screwed you royally, but you knew exactly what it felt like to see someone you love give their love to someone else, at least when it happened to you, you had some distance but Peter was about to have a front row seat.

You still loved Peter but you definitely have very strong feelings for Warren too and you had a feeling that things were going to get really messy.

“Fuck…”

#warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii x reader #ben hardy x reader #peter maximoff #peter parker x reader #x-men #x-men x reader #dangerous game

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Destiny Has Other Plans |Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Chapter 2

Pairing: Loki x OFC

MASTERLIST IS HERE

Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

This Chapter: One month has passed since Alexis and Loki “met” at the bar, Loki has moved on but is confronted with harsh reality of Alexis and the consequences of his cavalier attitude towards relationships, hookups, and birth control. He does not react well.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.

One Month Later

“Dr. Randall?” Rachel, Alexis’s receptionist, called out.

Alexis’s head snapped up from her desk, where she fell asleep between appointments.

“Yes?” She smoothed back her hair behind her ears and took a sip of her third cup of coffee of the day.

“Your 2 o’clock is here. The Masons? Can I show them in?” Rachel gazed at her boss with worry. Alexis never napped during the day and stopped drinking caffeine by 11 a.m.

“Yes, please.” Alexis stifled a yawn before composing herself.

The rest of her appointments dragged and she pushed her last appointment out the door rather than allow the Clarks to linger like they do after most sessions. Alexis wanted nothing more to go home and crawl into bed. And then her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered with a weary tone.

“Tough day?” Hannah asked on the other end. One of Alexis’s few friends.

“I am so tired. And hungry. Tired and hungry.” she groaned.

“Well then, let’s make dinner a quick one. You are still meeting me?”

“Shit! I completely forgot. I don’t understand what is going on with me. Give me five minutes and meet me at the diner down the street?”

“Deal. I’m already almost there. Meet me inside.”

Alexis straightened her desk, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Hannah was waiting in a booth inside as she slid in.

“I waited for you to order.” Hannah commented.

On cue, the server appeared.

“I’ll have the mac and cheese bites and the bacon cheeseburger with fries.”

The server wrote everything down, nonplussed, while Hannah stared at her friend. “Anything to drink, hun?”

“Strawberry milkshake. Oh, and a Diet Coke.”

“Got it? And you?” The server turned to Hannah.

“House salad with grilled chicken, dressing on the side. And water with lemon.”

“Thanks, hun.” The server grabbed the menus from Hannah, walking away.

Hannah leaned across the table. “That’s some order.”

“I told you I was hungry.” Alexis settled into her seat.

“If I didn’t know you so well, I would say you’re pregnant.” Hannah commented off hand.

Alexis froze, staring at Hannah with wide eyes. Hannah giggled.

“But Eric broke up with you and you’re always so careful with birth control.”

The blood drained from Alexis’s face as she flashed back to that stupid encounter in the bathroom with Loki. She scrambled through her purse, digging out her Filofax, flipping the pages until she saw the note a few weeks ago.

“Fuck! No, no, no, no, no…” She cradled her head in her hands as the server returned with their drinks.

“But you’re on birth control?” Hannah grew quiet.

“I was having some issues, so on advice of my doctor I stopped before trying an alternative. Eric and I were using condoms. Not that we were having sex at the end.”

“So no problem…” Alexis glared at her friend with tear brimmed eyes. Hannah stopped speaking.

Alexis’s hands twisted on top of the table. “There was an… encounter. When Eric and I broke up.”

Hannah let loose a low whistle. “Who would have guessed that uptight little Alexis was secretly a harlot? Details.”

Alexis’s cheeks burned red. She told the sordid tale of meeting Loki at the bar, to sex in the bathroom, and Loki’s disappearance.

“THE BATHROOM?!” Hannah yelped, wrinkling her nose.

Alexis shushed her. “Not my proudest moment, Hannah. And keep your voice down.”

Hannah leaned back against the red vinyl booth, taking in that Alexis, the most dependable, responsible person she knew, fucked a guy. Not just any guy, but Loki in the bathroom of a seedy bar.

“Say something, Hannah.”

“I am in shock. What are you going to do?”

The server appeared with their food, which they left untouched.

“I am not sure. This was not exactly planned.”

Hannah leaned over and flipped through her Filofax. “Nope, definitely not planned.”

“Your humor is not wanted right now.”

Hannah shrugged. “Just trying to lighten the mood.” She stabbed her salad. “First, you need to eat and then let’s find a pharmacy and get a test.”

Alexis pushed her plate towards Hannah. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Hannah pushed the plate back at her. “Eat. You might be eating for two.”

Alexis groaned.

The annoying chime of JARVIS disturbed Loki’s peaceful lunch within the confines of his apartment. Over the past year, he curated a living space he enjoyed with artwork and textiles that brought him joy. What he didn’t enjoy were the intrusions by Stark’s electronic butler.

“Master Loki. There’s a young woman in the lobby asking to see you.”

Loki placed his utensils down. “Did she give a reason?”

A pause.

“It is of a personal nature.”

Loki waved his hand in the air. “Send her away. Tell her I’m indisposed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Loki returned to his lunch. It was probably one of the women he slept with looking for a serious relationship, he mused. That was one thing Loki was not interested in. Lust, not love, ruled his heart these days. And he had no intentions of changing his ways anytime soon.

The next morning JARVIS chimed again, at the hour of 7 a.m. well before Loki woke up on days where he wasn’t due anywhere.

“Master Loki, the woman is back. She is most insistent she needs to speak with you.”

Loki groaned, rolling onto his back. “Leave me be!”

“Should I send her away?”

“Yes.” Loki grabbed the pillow and covered his head, falling back asleep.

The morning wake up call was gone and forgotten as soon as Loki got going for this day. Until he headed out that evening, walking through the empty lobby of Avengers Towers on his way to hopefully meet a new conquest.

“LOKI!” A female voice called out.

Loki turned to see a young woman step out from behind a pillar. Her short, light brown hair and blue eyes vaguely familiar.

“The building’s been closed for hours. How are you even still here?”

“I hid in a supply closet.”

“I shall tell Stark his security is lacking.” He turned his attention to the girl. “You need to leave.”

“No,” She pressed her hand against his chest. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Loki crossed his arms, tapping his foot. “What is it?” He spat at her.

Her composure crumbled. Loki only then noticed the tears in her eyes and the envelope in her hands.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she muttered. “Of course not. Why would you? Here.” She shoved the envelope in his hand. “I thought you had a right to know.” She walked away, shoulders shaking. “And in case you fucking care, my name is Alexis, ass!”

The name triggered Loki’s memory back to the Whiskey Front Room. He opened the envelope and it contained a single sheet of paper with lab results.

Pregnancy Test: Positive

Loki stared at the door where Alexis exited a minute ago and then back at the paper before laughing. His plans of going out forgotten. He followed her, his long legs catching with Alexis easily.

“Is this some sort of joke?” He called out after her.

She stopped in tracks before spinning on her foot. Black trails of mascara marred her cheeks. “Does it look like I’m fucking joking?!” She snapped, spitting towards him.

Loki took a step back before smiling. He handed the paper back to her. “It’s a false positive. It is impossible.”

Alexis shoved it back at him. “I took three home tests, and that is a copy of my lab results. Do you realize how rare a false positive pregnancy test from a lab is?”

Loki wrinkled his nose. “No. But it’s a mistake.” He nodded his head. “I cast a spell to prevent this thing from happening. So your little scheme isn’t going to work. What is it you want? Money? I don’t have any.”

Alexis jabbed a finger into his chest. “You can drop the condescending tone. I am not here for money or anything else. I just thought you should know… in case you ever wondered if you had a kid out there. You do.” She sniffled.

Alexis slumped her shoulders and walked away. Loki reached out for her.

“Listen, I still don’t believe it, but I can’t have you leaving until we straighten this out.”

“You want me to stay… with… you?” Alexis stuttered. “No fucking way! You just called me a liar.”

“I said it was an impossibility, which is. I’m afraid you need to come with me. Just for one night. You can stay in my quarters.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“I wasn’t asking. You can sleep in the bed and I will take the sofa.” Alexis crossed her arms and stared at Loki. “If you try to leave, I will forcibly return you to the tower. I prefer you coming willingly. I apologize for the inconvenience, but if what you say is true, you may be in danger.”

Alexis’s jaw dropped. “Why would my life be in danger?”

“I have many enemies. Now come.” Loki cradled his arm around her.

“Okay, but we are discussing this whole enemies, life in mortal danger thing some more once we get back.”

Loki nodded. “After we have the doctor examination tomorrow and she confirms you are not pregnant, I will answer all questions you want. But for now, let’s return.” Loki’s confidence Alexis was not pregnant faltered each time he mentioned it. There was no way his magic failed. But something itched at the back of his head. He pushed it away.

Alexis allowed Loki to guide her back to the Tower and into the elevator. Once they reached his quarters, he disappeared into the bedroom.

“Here are some clothes to sleep in.” He offered a t-shirt and shorts of his. “They might be a little big. I could ask around if you want—”

“No!” She yelled, causing Loki to smile. “The shirt and shorts are fine.” Alexis snatched them out of Loki’s hand.

Loki nodded in agreement. “Are you hungry? I can cook or order something in?”

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I just want to sleep and get this over with so I can return to my normal life.”

He rose and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from a closet. “If you are up before me, please wake me. The sooner we settle this, the sooner you can get on with your life.”

He stretched onto the couch and Alexis’s heart sunk. She wasn’t sure why, perhaps she expected more from Loki than indifference. A hint he cared for the unborn child she carried. She turned over and settled in for a restless night’s sleep in a strange bed.

“Brother… Brother…” Thor whispered, shaking Loki out of his slumber.

“What is it, Thor?” He waved off further assault from his brother.

“There is a woman wearing your clothes asleep in your bed.”

“And that requires assault? Have you never seen a woman before?” Loki rolled over, hoping to catch more sleep before facing the nightmare of Alexis and this impossible pregnancy.

“I am still responsible for you here on Midgard, Loki. And I have a right—”

“—You have no right to my personal life!” Loki sneered. “There are things that are mine and mine only. Now leave me be!”

Thor held his hands up in defeat. “Fair enough. But when you are ready to talk… I am here.”

“A small comfort.” Loki forced a smile.

Alexis stepped out, wearing Loki’s t-shirt, which came down to her mid thigh. “What’s going on?” She rubbed her eyes, hair sticking out.

“My brother was just leaving.” Loki rose and shoved Thor out the front door before he could ask questions of Alexis.

She pursed her lips as Loki turned and chuckled nervously.

“So… does anyone know about me?”

“Not yet. I would prefer to keep this between us until we settle things.”

“They’re already settled for me.” she muttered, tucking her chin to her chest.

Loki’s face softened. “Forgive me for being a skeptic. My magic has never failed me before.”

“Maybe you wanted it to fail.”

“Why would I want it to fail?” Loki squinted at her.

She shrugged her shoulders and smirked. “Maybe you like me.”

“I’m not looking for emotional entanglement. And I am certainly not looking to be a father.” Loki moved to the kitchen to fix some coffee and a light breakfast.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t need it.” Alexis moved to watch Loki in the kitchen. She marveled at the efficiency of his movements. No wasted energy, no extraneous steps. This was a man who pre-planned every aspect of his life. No mistakes, no room for error. Until her.

“Can I have some of that?” She asked as Loki fixed a caramel mocha.

Not as good as the one from the coffee shop, but it sufficed for days when he couldn’t be bothered to leave the Tower. He invested in a top of the line espresso machine for just such purpose.

He sized her up with a questioning glance but prepared a second serving and handed it to her. “Dr. Cho is expecting us at 8. Are you hungry?”

“Famished.” She sipped the coffee after blowing on it to cool, it verged on too sweet for her tastes.

Loki rummaged into the fridge. “I have eggs or… eggs.”

“Eggs, please. Scrambled.”

Loki prepared the eggs as he did the coffee, meticulously.

“I’m glad you don’t fuck the way you cook.” Alexis mused, taking small sips of the sweet coffee.

“Meaning?” He tucked into his eggs, adding buttered toast to both his and Alexis’s plate.

“Precise. Cold. Clinical. Sex should be messy.”

Loki couldn’t resist a smirk. “Isn’t that how we ended up here?”

“Touche. Do I have time to shower before I get poked and prodded to satisfy you that I am pregnant?”

Loki glanced at the clock. “Use whatever you want. If you would prefer, wear one of my shirts rather than your clothes from yesterday.”

“Thanks.”

Loki finished up his food and cleaned up the dishes and his bedding off the couch. Alexis emerged with wet hair, wearing one of Loki’s black button-down shirts, tied at the waist, the top buttons undone. Loki swallowed hard.

“You said I could borrow one.”

“It’s fine. You look good. Give me a few moments and we can go.”

Loki showered and dressed for the day in jeans and a t-shirt, joining Alexis in the living room. “Ready?”

She nodded, and Loki took her hand. He glanced down the hallway before slinking them out and towards the elevator. He froze a voice called out.

“Is this a walk of shame?” Tony commented.

Alexis turned bright red as Loki pulled her close. “Go to the elevator and wait for me.” She mumbled and walked away.

“No need to be embarrassed. She’s cute. Kind of quiet. Frankly, I was wondering.” Tony smirked at Loki.

Loki resisted the bait. “She is just a friend in need of some help. Once she is settled, you’ll never see her again and you can go back to speculating.”

“Whatever, Reindeer Games. Seems like an awful lot of trouble for a friend… wearing your shirt.” Tony averted his gaze.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Now if you excuse me, I have a previous engagement.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Tony called out as Loki beelined for Alexis, who was holding the elevator.

“Was that Tony Stark?” Alexis whispered once the elevator doors closed and Loki punched in the number.

“Unfortunately, yes. But once we confirm you’re not pregnant, you won’t have to worry about him.”

Alexis grew quiet. “Still convinced this is a mistake?”

“I’m never wrong and my magic never fails.”

One hour later, Dr. Cho pulled Loki aside.

“She is pregnant.”

Loki chuckled, which turned into nervous laughter. “You must be joking. There’s no way—”

“I did two blood tests and an ultrasound. I heard the baby’s heartbeat.”

Loki’s jaw dropped. “But my magic—”

“—failed. Now you can either accept reality or live a life of delusion. Right now there is a young woman in there who is scared and you calling her a liar is not going to help. I am going back in there. Are you coming with me?”

Loki nodded in shock and followed Dr. Cho back into the examination room. Alexis’s eyes met Loki’s with fear, the tears threatening to fall with a blink of her eye or a swipe of her hand.

Loki smiled a crooked smile at her and sighed. “I guess we need to talk.”

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Stitches ch8: To The Man Who Let Her Go

You were woken up by the sound of your door opening, someone was obviously trying to be quiet. Obviously it was Shawn, he’s the only one with a a spare key card. When you rolled over you heard a soft “shit”, as he feared being caught. You wanted to just sit up and have him cuddle into you, you could smell his cologne across the room, but you kept your eyes closed, letting him do whatever he was planning.

He rustled around for a few minutes, and you heard the sound of paper, you wanted so badly to see what he was doing but he was obviously trying to do something special. Finally you heard him move closer to you, his hands resting by your head while he sat next to you on the bed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your head before rubbing your side softly. “Hey there princess. Wanna wake up for me? I’ve got a surprise for you.” Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. There was your adorable boy, smiling down at you with a terrible case of bed head.

“I heard there was a surprise waiting for me.” You giggled, getting louder when he looked offended.

“You wouldn’t wake up for kisses but you’ll get up for gifts. I see how it is.” He crossed his arms and pouted as you laughed.

You sat up, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “You don’t wanna kiss me before I brush my teeth, that would be gross.” you mumbled against his skin.

He looked at you with the most fake serious face he could muster, “Of course I would. Come give your man some love.” You pulled back, watching him move to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap.

With your legs straddling his thighs, he hummed into the kiss, fingers tangling in the bottom of your hair. “Mhm good morning princess.” He hummed, lips kissing around your face.

“Good morning bub. You seem happy today.”

He nodded against your hair. “Gonna get to show off my girl tonight. I’ll have the most beautiful date with me. Of course I’m happy.”

A blush found its way across your face as he spoke. “So I thought that you could go shopping today and get a gorgeous dress for tonight. And then if you have time when you get done, we can lay out by the pool.”

You nodded, “That sounds amazing.” Already, you were mentally counting how much you could spend on a dress, and possibly new shoes with the savings from nannying over the summer.

“Perfect. Well you can’t go shopping without some reinforcements.” He smiled, motioning to your desk that had a large caramel macciato with what looked like extra caramel, some fruit, and what looked like an envelope. “I made sure the coffee was decaf because I know that caffeinated coffee makes you spaz out.” You got up quickly, padding over to take a giant sip.

“God I love you. What’s in here?” You asked, reaching for the envelope. He looked bright red, biting his lip as you opened it. Your eyes widened as you saw the money. “Sh- Shawn. There’s a lot of money in here. What…. what are you doing?”

He just blushed and smiled at you. “I wanted you to go get a dress for tonight, and whatever else you want. Think of it as a birthday gift.” He stood up and walked over to you.

“Shawn, my birthday was last month. You got me a bracelet and took me to dinner.” you looked at him in shock.

He smiled down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Also, I know you are ready, and so I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve got us a room in the hotel that the dinner is held at, and there’s a bottle of champagne on ice that’ll be waiting for us.”

You just stared at him, unable to properly think. “Shawn that. Wow. I- I’m gonna go get Emily. We’ve gotta shop!” He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Can you have breakfast with your boyfriend first?” He asked, popping open the lid on the fruit container and you nodded, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

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“Oh my god you two are finally ready!?” Emily squealed as you pulled into the outlet parking lot. “Yeah. I think I’ve been ready for a few weeks now, and Shawn’s got a whole evening planned and everything. So we have a….” you paused, finally actually counting the money in the envelope and choking on your strawberry mango smoothie. “A thousand dollar… um, budget for today. Good god Shawn.”

Emily coughed next to you “He works where, again? Where the fuck did he get that kind of money?” You just shrugged, not having an answer yourself.

“He didn’t say. Just told me to “go wild with my outfit and then some.” Stuffing the money back in your purse, the two of you hopped out of your little Versa, making your way to the first store.

“So what color dress are you thinking?? Or do you know?” She asked, tossing her empty smoothie cup into the trash before walking into the first shop.

Looking at a pale pink dress, you shrugged, “Maybe blue. But I’ll probably go with a black dress, unless something really speaks to me.” She nodded, flipping through dresses on a rack.“Now why would they use such an older dress in the window?” You mumbled to yourself as you noticed a dress that was at least two years old in the mannequin in the storefront.

“What was that?” An elderly lady in a navy suit asked.

She was obviously the manager, and you bit your lip, embarrassed she heard you. “I was just saying that you should change out the dress in the front, it’s an older style. Not many girls are wearing two piece dresses anymore. It’s all about the cutouts, deep V’s and thigh slits right now. Plus, it’s a pastel blue. You should really have a jewel toned dress up there.” She looked at you, both irritated and shocked at your brutally honest input.

“I- and how would you know that?” Her voice higher now that she was irritated at your call out.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s my job to know that.” You stated, looking over at Emily who was eyeing a dark green velvet dress. The woman just looked at you, then over at the window and grabbed a new dress off the rack and made her way over to the display.

“What about this one?” Emily asked, showing you a black dress that looked more like a bodysuit with a tulle skirt.

You absoltely loved it, “It’s gorgeous, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for the Med Department.” You laughed, taking note of how revealing the dress truely was. She nodded, placing it back on the rack and moving around the store.

It was just after noon when you stopped for lunch at a small shop, only ordering a small salad knowing you’d have a big dinner, you were getting a massage soon, and also, you still haven’t found a dress and didn’t want to be bloated. “There’s still one more dress shop I wanna try before I just go back for that blue one.” You said, tossing your salad container into the trash can.

Walking into the shop, you could just feel that you were going to find the dress. It just had to be in there. “Oh my god. Look at this!” Emily squealed, pulling out a black dress with a semi-deep V neck. “That’s… fucking perfect for you Oh my god.” You reached for the dress, running towards the dressing room.

“This is absolutely beautiful. I love this so much!” You smiled, looking on the mirror, you hadn’t shawn Emily yet. When you walked out, she had to cover her mouth to conceal her scream. “You have to get that one.” Was all she could say. That’s when you knew, you had to have it.

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Now completely relaxed, and all the tension was out of your body, you and Emily made your way back to the dorm. “He’s going to completely lose his shit when he sees you in that dress. I wish I could see it.”

You looked over at her and smiled. “Thanks for coming with me today. It really means a lot, everything you’re doing for me. I really appreciate it Em.” She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it as a silent acceptance. “So, anything new with the cute guy in your bio class?”

She shook her head. “While I’m bi. He’s fully gay. So there’s not a lot going on there.” You both laughed at the irony. “But that girl you mentioned to me, she’s really sweet and we are going to get some milkshakes tonight as a casual date!” You were glad to see her happy. Emily had basically become your best friend since that first day.

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You checked your phone: 6:25. Shawn should be there to get you any minute, and you were practically shaking. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before putting on the dress. Your body was clad in a navy blue lace set, it was the last purchase of the day.

You smiled as you stepped into the dress, zipping up the side and slipping on your new heels. One last fluff of your hair, and there was a knock on the door. “Darling, are you ready? I’m too excited to see you.” You could hear the smile and nerves in his voice.

Without saying anything, you swung open the door. Shawn was standing there in a navy suit with black shoes, but when he saw you he practically fell to his knees. “Oh fuck. You… you’re so beautiful. I can’t even believe it.” Both of your cheeks turned a rosy pink at the statement. “Are you ready to go, my love? You don’t have a bag packed.” His eyebrows pulling together.

“Don’t need one.” You smiled, pecking his cheek as they turned a deeper pink. He blinked quickly before ushering you out to the car, taking a second to steal a few kisses before pulling out of the parking lot.

“Damn Mendes, when you said you were going to have the best date, you weren’t kidding!” Some guy with curly blonde hair announced, clapping Shawn on the back.

“I told you guys. My girl is better than your lack of dates or the fact that half of you brought friends.” You just watched as he shot a wink over at you. “Honey, this is Trevor. He was my roommate last year.” He smiled, placing a hand on your lower back.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Your voice loud due to the music playing.

Trevor smiled at you, “Glad to see you came. Curly boy over here was nervous after he forgot to tell you this was even happening.” You all laughed before taking seats at the table, looking around and trading glasses of wine to fit your preferences.

Dinner was absolutely amazing. You honestly could’ve eaten another plate if it wasn’t for your nerves. Dessert was a choice of chocolate cake and cheesecake, so you each got one and shared half. “You two are horribly cute.” Someone mumbled as you took the bite of cheesecake Shawn was holding out for you.

“Just in Love.” Shawn answered quietly and you scrunched your nose at him. The smile on his face was perfect.

You all talked for a while before they cleared out a few tables for some dancing room. The dance floor was mainly taken up by the professors and their spouses, but without fail, like the last banquet, Shawn held his hand out to you. “Would to care to dance with me, my love?” You ended your conversation about the latest season of Nailed It with Marie, Trevor’s sister, and stood up to join Shawn.

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, I can’t get over it. But don’t forget that when you’re ready, we’ve got a room waiting for us upstairs.” He reminded you as you walked onto the dance floor, surprising a few of the other couples with the fact that you two were going to dance.

“Bring her flowers on a weekday, run a bath just to let her know; just to let her know she means the world to me…”

The song hummed softly, it wasn’t much of a dancing song, but god was it perfect. Swaying softly to the beat, Shawn leaned down “... so tell me, how did I ever get so lucky…” he sang softly, making you blush. Be he kept humming into your ear “...your loss is mine to hold, so to the man who let her go, I’m thanking you the most..” his lips brushing below your ear.

It was a very romantic and intimate moment for the both of you.

You closed your eyes, feeling the way his lips lingered on your skin far too long for the public eye. “I love you.”

He smiled against your neck. “I love you too baby. Just let me know when you’re ready to go. This is all at your pace.” With that, he stood up straight again, blushing when you rested your head on his chest as the song changed to some country love ballad.

It was some hours later when you decided you were ready. Your feet were aching, and so was another body part of yours. “Hey there handsome.” You hummed, coming up next to Shawn who was having a drink at the bar, talking to some friends. “You wanna get out of here?” His eyes widened for a moment before he nodded, setting the half drank glass of whisky on the counter.

“Okay guys, I’ll talk to you later. We’re gonna head up to the room.” You watched as he waved goodbye to everyone, promising to catch up after Christmas break.

“I forgot Christmas break was next week. I didn’t make any plans because I’m not able to fly home.” You thought out loud.

“Don’t worry baby. We can figure something out.” He whispered, kissing the side on your head and walking you towards the doors of the ballroom.

As the two of you stepped into the elevator, Shawn’s lips were on your neck, sucking softly and mouthing the words “I love you” and “beautiful” against your skin until the elevator made a ding.

The two of you almost tripped over your own feet as you made your way to the room, Shawn fumbling for the key in his breast pocket. You had your arms wrapped around his waist as he pushed open the door, only to turn around and pick you up. You let out a giggle as he shut the door and placed you down onto the bed gently.

You couldn’t help the gasp that you let out when you looked around the room to see rose petals everywhere, some candles littering the vanity and the countertop in the bathroom. “Shawn this is-“ you looked up to see him grinning like an excited kid.

“I did good??” His cheeks a soft pink.

“You did amazing.” He relaxed, leaning down for a kiss.

He pulled back and looked at you, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. “Would you like to join me in a bath?” You nodded, smiling up at this perfect man. Shawn reached behind you and unzipped your dress, eyes widening at the lingerie adorning your body when it slid to the ground. “Oh baby.” He whined, watching you bend to step out of the dress. “God you’re so perfect. I can’t even-“

Without warning you leaned up and pressed a wet kiss to his neck. “Shawn. Can the bath wait??” He nodded, fingers digging into your hips.

“If at any time you want me to stop, just tell me okay??” You mumbled an “okay” into his skin before you were laid down on the bed. Your mind already fixated on the heat between your thighs as Shawn slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the floor. He was so perfect and you honestly didn’t know how you got him, but your thoughts were cut short when he undid his belt and slid the bottom half of his clothing onto the floor.

You giggled as he peeled off his socks, tripping over his own two feet and almost falling on top of you. “You’re still 100% sure??” He asked again.

You looked up at him with a sincere gaze, “I am. Shawn I love you and I trust you. Please.” He smiled, leaning down for a kiss that had you closing your eyes and moaning.

“I love you too.” He breathed out, fingers inching towards your panties. You nodded, wordlessly begging for him to take them off, and with one swift movement, they joined his clothes on the floor, the matching bra following quickly after.

Sure you’d seen each other naked before, but this was different. This meant more. This was a very different situation. Your back arched when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue rolling the bud around before switching to the other one. His hands were rubbing along your sides in a calming manner, slowly moving closer to your thighs. “Shawn. Please touch me.” He let out a low moan, pulling off your chest to lick a single stripe up your core.

You instantly arched off the mattress, your fingers gripping the sheets. Shawn smiled against your inner thigh before going back in, making sure to get you ready for the next action. “Shawn, baby I’m ready. Please.” It was a soft whimper, and he reached into the pocket of his slacks on the floor to pull out a condom. You watched through hooded eyes as he rolled it on, hissing at the friction.

Shawn smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before moving to hover over your body. “Are- are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, fingers brushing your cheek gently. “More ready than I’ll ever be.” You nodded, closing your eyes when he leaned in for a kiss. “Here” He whispered, threading your fingers together and softly kissing you as he started to push into you.

You let out a soft whimper, the burn a little more than you were expecting. “You okay?” He asked softly, feeling you squeeze his hands.

“Mhm. Just hurts a little. It’s been a while since I’ve been intimate.” He captured your lips again, pushing more of himself into you and letting out a soft moan. You took a deep breath, looking up at Shawn, his head lowered and curls dangling in your face. “Shawn?” His head snapped up. “You can umm… you can keep going. I’ll be alright.”

His lip caught between his teeth, he bottomed out, a low mewl escaping his throat. “Oh fuck. You okay honey??” His eyes looking over your face for a sign.

“I’m okay. You can move. I promise I’m okay. Please move Shawn.” He smiled at you, a sweet, loving smile, before pulling out and snapping his hips forward gently. He started at a gentle pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you.

Eventually, you let go of his hands and rested your hands on his shoulders, clawing gently when he picked up the movements of his hips. You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back, asking for him to leave his mark. He caught on, sucking on your tender neck, and moaning against your skin when you moved your hips with his. “Shawn. Pl- please.” You whimpered, grabbing his hand and leading it to your clit.

He nodded, rubbing tight circles and sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Baby, I’m about to-“ you nodded, tugging on his curls and whimpering out a “me too”. His thrusts became erratic, your moans bouncing off the hotel walls as your stomach burned

“Shawn, I can’t- I’m gonna-“ but you didn’t get a chance to finish your warning. Your orgasm crashing down on you, you let out a small scream. Shawn letting go at the same time. A string of “I love you”s being mumbled between the two of you.

He rested his head on your chest, his curls a little damp, “You okay love? Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” His protectiveness coming out as he rubbed along your side, his head still resting on your chest.

You smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m perfect. You were perfect. I’ve never felt this safe in my life.” You felt him smile against your skin before he sat up.

“Are you too tired for that bath I promised you?” You shook your head and he laughed, helping you up.

Now sitting in a tub of bubbles, a glass of champagne on the tray, you closed your eyes. Shawn sat behind you, his thumbs rubbing along your neck to soothe you. “I love you so much.” He smiled, leaning forward to kiss the back of your neck. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t even care if I fail this Med program. As long as I have you.”

You let out a giggle as he spoke, “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. It’s like- I don’t know. Like you complete me. But you’re definitely not going to fail out of this program” You laughed, curling back into him and letting him wrap his arms around you.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispered into your ear.

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You woke up to someone knocking on the door, a muffled “room service” being said before Shawn moved from the bed to open the door. “You just stay here. Rest.” He smiled, dragging the cart into the room and tipping the boy at the door.

“I got you an omelette with lots of cheese and butter, like you like it, and some fruit.” He smiled, handing you your plate before grabbing his own plate of waffles and bacon. “Oh and there’s mimosas too.” He spoke over a mouth full of bacon. You giggled, handing him a glass and relaxing back into the pillows to eat. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Sore, really tired. But I’m okay. Last night was, perfect, thank you.” Shawn placed his already empty plate on the cart and fed you a piece of fruit.

“I should be the one thanking you. You were the perfect date, and the best girlfriend anyone could’ve ever asked for.” You blushed, taking another sip before placing it all on the cart and settling back into bed, too full to eat anymore. Shawn yawned, nuzzling into your stomach that was covered in his button down from last night. “Wanna go back to sleep, but also wanna love on you.” He whined, kissing your belly button.

Playing with his hair, you smiled “How about you love on me until you fall asleep?” He looked at you like you had just given him the answer to life.

“That’s fucking perfect!”

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Now back on campus, you felt almost sad. You wanted to spend the rest of eternity in that hotel room with Shawn, tangled in the sheets and stealing kisses.

There was a knock on your door before Emily walked in, a huge grin on her face. “Tell. Me. Everything.” She demanded, plopping down on your bed. So you did, you told her everything. From the reaction he gave when he saw you, to the sex, to the drive back that ended with a makeout session in his room before you made it back to your own. “That sounds so perfect! I’m so happy for you and he’s such a gentleman I fucking can’t handle it.” She squealed, hugging your fuzzy pink pillow. “But anyways. I came to ask what your plans for winter break were.” Her smile growing.

“Actually I don’t have any. I forgot it was even on Monday. So I’ll probably just stay here and binge watch Queer Eye or something. I was going to fly home and surprise my family but after the incident with my dumbass backing into that light post, my savings went towards that instead. Why?”

She have you a terrifying smirk. “Because I’m going to my parent’s cabin up north for Christmas and they said that I could bring anyone that wasn’t able to go home for the holidays. Woould you like to come?”

The idea was actually perfect. You could relax without having to spend a stupid amount of time on an empty campus watching Hallmark movies alone. “I’d love to go, actually. That sounds like the perfect Christmas break! Thank you so such Em.” You smiled, hugging her tightly.

Suddenly, the door opened. “Hey ladies, what’s so exciting?” Shawn asked, setting a large milkshake on your desk and placing a kiss to your temple.

Emily gave you a devious smile before looking up at Shawn. “I was just inviting your girlfriend and you on a couples trip to my ski cabin for Christmas.”

“Couples trip?” You both asked in unison.

“Yeah. So Shawn, you down for some snow action?” She asked, proud that her plan had worked and she’d conned the two of you into going.

He smiled, hugging you into his chest. “Fuck yeah I am!” He smiled, nuzzling into your hair. “Perfect! We leave tomorrow morning. So start packing.”

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queenlists · 5 years ago

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Mother’s Love (Part Two)

Summary: After a close call with death by a witch’s hand, Sam and Dean find themselves in a situation that they never thought could happen: Baby turning human. Left in shock, Dean and Sam could not even begin to think of what to do. Little do they know, they have nothing to worry about because Baby is determined to take care of everything.

Part one (In case you missed it <3)

Word count: 1967

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“Do you want to know what I just realized?” Baby mildly laughed. “Hm?” Dean looked over at Baby, his eyebrow slightly raised. “I am technically a car inside of a car!” Baby looked over at Dean before looking out of the window with a thoughtful sigh. “I wonder what they are thinking right now. Don’t worry, I was once like you! The wheels won’t hurt for long, you’ll get used to it in no time. You are in good hands!” Baby reassured the car, gently rubbing the dashboard.

Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam who shrugged, shaking his head. Clearing his throat, Dean faced the road once again not knowing what to say "Uh, yeah! That's crazy, huh?" "Very. Oh I wonder who they are. I wondered for so long if I'd look like one of those bar girls you'd bring late at night. I always knew when you parked me by a bar dumpster that you were going to-" "So, Baby how are you liking the world from a human's point of view?" Sam interrupted, stopping Baby from painting an unwanted image of his brother in his mind. “It’s beautiful! It really is. I can see everything. I can see the inside of buildings instead of just the outside. I can feel the way carpet forms under my feet. I also have feet!" Baby giddily smiled. "Life is beautiful. So beautiful. I'm so blessed to experience this. Especially with my boys!" Baby’s voice cracked as tears spilled from her eyes. “Oh no! I am crying again,” Baby pulled out a white handkerchief from the glove compartment and gently dabbed the tears away from under her eyes. Sam sat up from the backseat and rubbed Baby’s shoulders gently as Dean watched Baby from the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay. Baby rested a hand on top of Sam’s “Thank you, Sam. I love you both so much!” “I..I love you too, Baby,” Sam felt his eyes start to sting as tears made their way out. Dean opened his mouth, but no words came out as he felt a lump in his throat. Dean took a big gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to gain his composure back. Baby watched Dean with a gentle smile, knowing that he wanted nothing in the world but to tell her that he loved her back, but he wasn’t able to and to her that was just fine.

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It was nightfall by the time the trio arrived at their lovely home: the bunker. Getting out of the car, Sam rushed over to Baby’s passenger side and opened the door for her to get out as Dean grabbed the bags. Baby took careful steps as she entered the bunker. Not sure of what to expect, she pushed the doors to the bunker open. With a flick of a switch, the fluorescent lights systematically clicked on one by one, humming to life. Brightening with every second until the lights reached their peak brightness where they still flickered every now and again. Looking around, Baby saw a bare home. Monotony. Cold. Lonely. Baby folded her arms across her chest as she hugged herself, her eyes exploring the place that her boys called home. No pictures. No decor. Nothing. Nothing in the bunker resembled a warm home. Dean and Sam buzzed around her as they brought in the extra luggage that Baby had bought earlier that morning. The motel had more color and variety than the bunker. Baby wasn't all that surprised as John would go out on month long hunts with one extra pair of clothes and his weapons. She knew the Winchesters travelled light, but home isn't supposed to reflect the highway life and Baby was determined to fix the bunker right up. She was determined to make the bunker into a home for the three of them.

"Where is the kitchen? I can make some supper while you boys do whatever you two do!" Baby looked over at the boys. “It’s right there!” Sam chirped, pointing at a small neglected kitchen. Baby nodded, making her way over to the fridge and opening it to see an array of inedible food: a half empty case of beer, wilted salad, half of a small carton of more than likely spoiled milk, and what she made out to be crumbs of a pie. She felt her heart break even more. She could not believe that this is the way that the boys were living. This wasn’t a motel. They weren’t on the road. They were home. This is home and their home feels nothing like a home. Heartbroken, Baby disappointingly sighed as she shook her head. She looked up to the ceiling and cursed at John for not teaching these boys what a home was supposed to be. “Hm, looks like we need to make a trip to the grocery store!” Baby turned to the boys with a smile. “Or we could take you out to dinner. I could use a nice big burger with a beer and pie!” Dean offered with a smile. Baby looked between Dean and Sam with uncertainty. She had only seen the inside of a diner when Dean would park right in the front of it. Diners were always bright and buzzing with waitresses with drinks in their hands and steaming food on plates. “It’ll be fun! You would probably love strawberry milkshakes!” Sam tempted Baby. “Or cherry pie!” Dean bit his lip, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. The boys kept enticing Baby with the names of all of the foods that Baby probably saw on the plates a time or two. Rolling her eyes, Baby playfully shook her head at the boys “Okay! Okay, you convinced me. Let’s go!”

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The diner was buzzing with people and loud. She always could hear the groovy music from outside, but from inside the music was ten times louder. Her body danced as the boys led her to a booth near the back. The diner had a sweet aroma to it. The few people who were there smiled as they ate their meals and sipped their drinks, chatting to one another. Smiling waitresses carefully passed them. Baby sat down with a smile, soothing out her dress. Sam and Dean immediately picked up their menus. “You should get a burger, a milkshake, fries, pie….” Dean trailed off as he listed off an array of items that he thought Baby should try. Baby tried her hardest to pay attention, but couldn’t because something caught her eye. Better yet, someone caught her eye. She watched as the lady pranced up to the table with a big, perky smile “Hello! What can I get you three today?” Baby could hear the boys begin to tell the waitress their orders, but Baby couldn’t shake this feeling. This feeling that she had yet to feel. Her heart began to race as her throat tightened. She took slow, deep breaths as a way to prevent herself from hyperventilating. She wanted to grab the boys and run, but couldn’t because she wasn’t so sure why this woman made her feel the way she felt. “Baby!” She heard her name being called as she snapped back into the present “Yes, honey!” Baby smiled at Dean. “You okay?” Sam asked, concerned. “Oh yes, I’m fine. I will have whatever they are having. Thank you!” Baby turned to the waitress with a small smile. “Alright! It’ll be right up,” The waitress scribbled onto her notepad, ripped out a section of the paper, and slid it towards Baby before disappearing into the back. “Ooh, did you get her number?” a lustful smirk spread across Dean’s face. Sam elbowed Dean, shaking his head in disapproval. “What?” Dean hissed at Sam. Baby mildly giggled as she shook her head at the boys’ childish banter. She slowly picked up the piece of paper, opening it to see something that she did not want to see. Slamming her hand onto the table, Baby quickly stood up and raced to the back to find the waitress.

“Ma’am, you can’t be back here!” one of the cooks pointed to the door, motioning Baby to leave. “Where is she?” Baby grit her teeth, clenching her fists. “Who?” “The waitress who just came back here!” Baby raised her voice, stepping closer to the chef. “Look lady you have to leave!” “I am not leaving until-” “What’s going on?” the waitress appeared behind the cook. Dean and Sam rushed in, immediately pulling Baby back as she started to lunge forward at the waitress. “You little-” Baby screamed, kicking as the boys took her out to the car. Baby kicked and screamed as tears rolled down her eyes until the boys were able to get her to settle inside of the car. Dean slammed his door shut as he rammed the key into the ignition and twisted it, making the car roar to life. “Don’t jab it. It hurts when you jab your key inside!” Baby yelled out at Dean. Dean immediately turned to Baby, his face hot with anger “What is going on with you?” The unexpectedly loud tone from Dean made Baby’s heart drop as she realized what she had done. Sobbing into her hands, Baby shook her head “Oh I am so sorry!” “What’s going on?” Sam gently asked as Dean started to drive the car away from the scene. “That woman is just vile!” Baby took out her handkerchief and dabbed at her face. “What did that note say?” Dean looked over at Baby, concerned. Baby paused as she looked to Sam and Dean “She said I looked ugly tonight,”. Dean shook his head, annoyed that the issue was something so small. “Well, you’re not! You look beautiful, but-” Sam was interrupted as Dean slammed on the brakes, looking at Baby. “All that just because she said you were ugly? You could’ve just said something to us! You didn’t have to make a scene like that. You basically got us kicked out tonight!” “Dean!” Sam hissed. “No, she needs to know what is called for and what is uncalled for and that, Baby, was uncalled for!” Dean rolled his eyes as he sped to the bunker.

The ride remained silent as they pulled back up to the bunker. “I’ll order pizza, I guess!” Dean got out of the car, slamming the door before Baby and Sam could get out. “He’s impatient. It wasn’t an okay thing to do, but I know this human thing is new to you. You’ll get the hang of it soon,” Sam got out, opening the door for Baby. “I would much rather go to sleep instead of eat pizza. I’m pretty tired from tonight. Will you take me to my room?” Baby looked at Sam who gave her a small smile. “Of course!”

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Baby sat in front of the small mirror that she had bought earlier and brushed her hair. Staring blankly into the mirror, Baby could only think of what happened at the diner. She replayed the interaction over and over again in her head. The waitress’s voice haunting her and sending chills down her smile. Looking over at the note, Baby snatched it and shoved it under her bed. As tears welled up in Baby’s eyes, she covered her mouth to silence her sobs. She wished that the note said she was ugly. She wished the note said anything, but what it really said. She wished that the note was a lie. She wished and wished, but she knew that this one wish would not be granted. This note was inevitable and Baby only had one thing she could do to make it all better.

She was determined to make that one thing worth it all.

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wondersofdreaming · 5 years ago

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Do you believe in fate?

Characters: Chris Evans x Bianca (OFC)

Word count: 2.598

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Panic attack. Anxiety. Lack of confidence. Captain America to the rescue.

Author’s note: Anonymous request:

“CE x reader, reader works a office desk job and a 9-5 she’s tall/overweight and wants to lose it for her health. She hates her job and dreams of being an actress, she’s around Chris’ age and she thinks it’s too late to get started, she struggles with confidence. She also has depression and social anxiety. I have a long story idea that I’d like you to add/ change it/ complete it. I’ll number my post so the order won’t confuse you. Hope you’re up for a challenge. 😊 (pt1.)”

Read the rest of the request here.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides my OFC (Bianca), who is a figment of my imagination.

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Tag: @katerka88

Feedback is appreciated.

Another day on the job had come and gone. Bianca stretched her arms over her head, cracking her back. Having to sit down in front of a computer five days a week, was taking its toll on her body. Her mother was the best chef in the city, but her food was made with full-fat milk and lots of butter. It was sticking to her belly, thighs, ass, and face. She was getting chubbier by the minute, and the added weight was concerning her since she knew that her BMI count was way too high. Higher than it should be. And she wasn’t getting any younger either. Her mother had started pestering her about grandchildren the day she had turned 30.

Her phone chimed from the other end of her desk, indicating a text message. Probably her mother that needed her to pick up groceries on her way home.

“B, I need you to get me some garlic and onions. I’m making your favourite stew tonight.”

Bianca replied and tossed her phone back into her purse. She needed to finish editing the article that was supposed to have been done an hour ago. All her colleagues had already left the building. Some had invited her out for a drink, but she had declined. Not a big fan of large crowds, especially not in a bar or a club.

Her boss had already been busting her ass on the deadline. She wanted to finish the damn article before she left the office for the weekend. So, she quickly typed the last thousand words and sent it. Hopefully, it was good enough to be printed, else she was going to get an earful on Monday.

She drove to the supermarket closest to her home. Grabbed a cart and started finding the things her mother needed. The list having become longer since the last message. Onions, garlic, carrots, broccoli, cabbage… soon enough her cart was full of all kinds of vegetables, dried pasta in various sizes and shapes, sauces from all over the world, and the usual, eggs, milk, toilet paper etc.

She filled up her car with the paper bags of groceries and bumped into a man when she turned around with the cart. He wore a dark blue jumper, washed-out jeans, and a baseball cap on top of his head.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was behind me. Are you alright? I do apologize. I can’t believe I did that. Are you hurt?” Bianca babbled, she kept apologizing profusely, praying she hadn’t hurt him.

“I’m okay. You should look around more carefully. You never know who you’re going to run into.” He said. His voice deep, low, sexy, panty-melting, and swoon-worthy. Bianca furrowed her brow in concern.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She mumbled. Then a light went off in her head. She had heard that voice before. She knew that voice.

Fucking hell, B. This was SO not how I imagined meeting Chris Evans. Oh no, please eyes, don’t cry now!

Tears were threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. There was a high-pitched tone in both her ears. She saw Chris’ mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear him. Her heart rate went through the roof. Her body was shaking. Her palms sweating. Her breathing was uneven, taking short breaths way too fast.

Chris grabbed her shoulders and guided her to the boot of her car, which was still open. He pushed her gently into sitting down and showed her to take deep breaths. In and out. A few minutes later the ringing quieted down, and she could hear Chris again.

“Are you alright? That was quite the panic attack you had there.” He said and rubbed her back in a soothing motion.

“I am so sorry you had to witness that. I’m okay.” Bianca told him, she tried to move, but Chris held her firmly down.

“You’re staying right there, miss. You nearly passed out. Wait here, don’t move.” He told her and walked into the store. He came back out with a bottle of water and a chocolate bar.

“Thank you. You didn’t need to go through the trouble.” She said nervously as he handed her the water.

“It’s no trouble at all. Panic attacks are horrible to go through alone. Is there someone I can call to come to get you?” He asked. She shook her head. Chris opened the chocolate bar, motioning for her to take a bite of it. She held the bar, noticing it was her favourite, before taking a bite.

“No, I live close by. I’ll manage to get home. Thank you so much for your kindness.” She smiled at him. Chris nodded and moved towards his car. He turned around to see if Bianca had moved. She hadn’t. She hid her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees.

Chris sighed and walked back towards her. He heard her take in deep breaths, mumbling something to herself. He heard a few negative laden words that criticized her. Before he could stop himself or even think, he had wrapped his arms around her trembling body.

Bianca gasped, but she leaned into Chris’ embrace. She could feel his warmth seeping through her thin white jumper. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she kept them at bay, not wanting to look like a weepy woman in front of her idol.

She collected her thoughts and got enough courage to move away from Chris. His eyes were still concerned, but she managed a soft smile.

“I’m really okay. Thank you though.” She said and gathered her purse. She stood from the boot and walked the empty cart to its station. Chris was still waiting for her.

“Are you sure that you can get home?” He asked.

“Absolutely. Thank you again, Mr Evans.”

“Call me Chris. Do you want to go out for coffee? To talk this through?” He asked, fidgeting with the edge of his jumper.

“Ehm. I really need to get back home, to my mum.” Bianca mumbled.

“Alright, how about we exchange phone numbers, then we can set a date for coffee later.”

Bianca fished out her phone from her purse and handed it to him, before a single thought you prevent her. Chris typed a text message to himself and handed the phone back. His own phone chimed in his pocket, signalling that the message had been received.

“You can call me anytime. I’ll see you around… I’m sorry, I never asked for your name.”

“It’s Bianca.”

“Bianca. I like that name. I’ll call you for that coffee, Bianca.”

Her name rolled off his tongue so perfectly. She was ready to pass out, this time not from a panic attack, but by how Chris freaking Evans was saying her name. Chris walked back to his car, while Bianca went to sit behind the steering wheel. She fanned her face, having begun blushing really hard after Chris had said her name, not once but twice. Bianca drove home, feeling a lot better than she had an hour earlier, not even her mother’s nagging about her coming home late could ruin her good mood.

A week later

Chris had sent her a text message, asking if she was free for that coffee he’d promised. She wrote back that she had Saturday off, in which Chris replied that he would love to occupy her time that day.

Saturday came and Bianca was throwing on clothing, nothing seemed to fit her perfectly, neither did they even look good on her. The only thing she felt comfortable in was a pair of old jeans and a loose fit navy blouse. She felt too casual, but the outfit had to do since she was out of time. Her alarm rung initiating that she was supposed to be out the door that instant.

“Bye ma! I’ll see you later,” she yelled across the house and walked towards her car in a fast tempo, so her mother wouldn’t keep her with questions or small-talk.

She drove to a nearby diner, where they had agreed to meet. It was placed outside the city, looked like a hazardous place from the outside, but every local knew that place was golden inside.

Chris was already sitting in a booth furthest away from the front entrance. He smiled when he and Bianca got eye contact. She couldn’t contain herself and gave him the happiest smile back. She hadn’t felt like smiling nor being happy in a long time.

“Bianca, I’m glad you came.” He chuckled nervously and held out his hand. She shook it and sat down opposite him.

“Glad you texted.”

A waitress walked over with her notepad and a pen that had been chewed on at the end.

“Hi Chris, long time no see.” She smiled.

“You know me, Carol, always either travelling or working.” Chris laughed.

“And who is this young lady? Haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’m Bianca. My mum used to be a chef in the city, so she would never let me eat anything else but her food. Me being here is almost sacrilegious.” Bianca answered.

“Huh, I’ll keep my mouth shut if you do. Now, what can I get you, youngsters?”

Chris ordered without looking at the menu, while Bianca chose crepes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and a strawberry milkshake. It was a bit awkward, to begin with, but Chris quickly loosened her up by telling her that he was just a man having coffee and waffles with a woman. She had blushed so hard when he commented on how pretty she loved in navy.

“What kind of job do you have?” Chris asked curiously.

“I write articles for a motivational blog.” She answered, blushing again. “Not as exciting as yours, but it’s a job.”

“My job has its ups and downs as well. Don’t you like yours?”

“No really. But it’s better than nothing.”

“What is your dream job then?”

“I would love to write movie manuscripts. I got a foot inside years ago, but then my mum got sick and I had to move back home.”

“You can still write scripts from home.”

“I’ve tried. Nobody wants to hire me, I’m too un-experienced or my writing is just not good enough.”

“You really shouldn’t let yourself down like that. How about I look at some of the things you’ve written? Then you can let me be the judge on the fact if your writing is good or bad.”

Bianca tried putting her work down, again. She didn’t want anyone to ever read her scripts ever again. Someone had already done that and shot them down, brutally was the kindest word she could think of.

Chris was relentless. It took him a few months, but he finally got you to send him a manuscript you had written years ago. He read everything you sent and gave you some positive and negative feedback. A year into your friendship he got you a meeting with a famous scriptwriter, who wanted you to come work for him, so you quit your old boring job and finally started doing what you loved.

It took another year before Bianca could move out of her mother’s house, and it took a lot of convincing before her mother would let her leave, but you succeeded by promising to come home for Sunday dinners.

Life couldn’t be any better, except for the growing feelings you had for Chris. Your support, your friend, your mentor. He had helped you so much over the past two years that you were unsure of how to tell him about your feelings.

“Hey B, earth to B.” Chris chuckled and waved a hand in front of her face. Bianca snapped out of the dream she was having.

“What?” She asked.

“You zoned out pretty hard, went to outer space or something?”

“Or something.” She mumbled and took a gulp of her iced coffee. “I’m sorry, what did you want to ask me?”

“My mom is having a barbecue on Saturday; would you like to come?”

“Of course, what should I bring?”

“You know my mom, there’ll be plenty of food.”

Saturday

Bianca did bring her mother’s amazing potato salad to the barbecue. She was brought up that you didn’t come to a barbecue empty-handed. She laughed and enjoyed herself with Chris’ family, who all had come to love her and treated her as one of their own, which Bianca appreciated.

Chris drove her home that evening, as she had one too many glasses of wine. He helps her into her flat, which was quite hard, as she was giggling and not cooperating at all. It took him 10 minutes to get her inside, another 20 minutes to get her coaxed into bed. He put a glass of water and two aspirin on her nightstand. He looked at her sleeping form. Her lips slightly parted. Her hands resting under her cheek. He brushed a stray hair out of her face, making her face scrunch before relaxing again. He let out a small chuckle before standing to leave. Bianca grabbed his wrist in her sleep.

“Don’t go, stay with me, don’t leave me.” She mumbled. Chris smiled, but he took off his jeans and shirt to lie next to her. He gathered her into his arms, just wanting to hold her and keep her close to him. His protective instincts kicking in.

“I love you, Chris,” Bianca grumbled and moved to her other side. Chris heard her clearly. He kissed her forehead, went to sleep with a lighter heart and a smile on his lips.

The next morning

Bianca awoke with a raging headache. It felt like her head was about to explode; the pounding was excruciating. Then a delicious aroma of bacon and coffee reached her nose. She noticed the water and aspirin on her nightstand. A smile spread on her face. She put on her robe and walked towards the kitchen, where Chris was preparing a batch of scrambled eggs.

“Smells amazing in here,” Bianca said and grabbed a piece of crispy bacon. Chris turned around and smiled widely.

“Anything for the snoring princess.” He teased.

“I don’t snore!”

“You sounded like a tractor. Took me forever to fall asleep.”

“You could hear me from the guest room?”

“No.”

Then it dawned on Bianca that she had asked Chris not to leave her in her drunken sleepy state.

“Oh god. What have I done?” She mumbled into her hands, hiding her blushing face. Chris just chuckled at her. He put down the spatula and moved the eggs from the heat. He wrapped his strong hands around her wrist and pulled her hands away, so he could look into her beautiful eyes.

“I love you too.” He whispered. Her eyes widened in shock. He just kept smiling and bent down so their lips were mere centimetres apart. He was letting her take the last step.

Bianca let out a big sigh, then cupped the back of Chris’ head and crashed her lips to his. It was an amazing first kiss. Heat was spreading through their bodies, the air was electric between them, and not even the thunderous storm that was beginning outside could break them apart.

“Do you believe in fate?” Bianca asked.

“That you were meant to crash into me with a supermarket cart? Definitely yes, I do believe in that specific fateful encounter.” Chris smiled, which earned him a light smack on his chest. He just kissed her senseless. “Be mine?”

“Forever.”

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robinskey · 5 years ago

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Steve x Nancy’s Childhood Friend! Reader (pt 6)

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five

A/N: Even if you haven’t read the rest of the series, you can totally read this part! It could pretty much be its own stand-alone one-shot. The series just adds a little more context.

If you have been reading the series, (yay! hi again!), you’ll notice that the formatting is different than usual. I started doing this part in bulleted points, but I decided to go with a more traditional format since this part of the story focuses on one main scene. It’s also a HECKING LONG part (at least for this series-it’s about 3K words), so I’m going to put it under the cut for anyone who doesn’t want to scroll through the whole thing.

Warnings: Swearing

Half an hour later, you and Steve are sitting in a little red booth and squinting at menus in the dim lighting of the diner. Posters and framed pictures line the teal walls, along with colorful neon signs and license plates from just about every state. Elvis Presley croons from the jukebox in the corner of the room. His voice mixes with the sound of feet shuffling across the black-and-white tile as servers bustle between tables. The tantalizing smell of juicy hamburgers lingers in the air, mingling with the sweet, fruity scent of the freshly-baked pie.

Your stomach growls in protest. If the waitress takes much longer to get to the table, you’re going to start slobbering all over the menu.

“What’s good here?” you ask casually.

It’s more of an attempt to make conversation than an actual question. At this point, you don’t care what it is, as long as you get food in your mouth ASAP. Fortunately, Steve assures you that “everything’s good here. You can’t go wrong.”

“Okay,” you say, laying the menu down on the table. “I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

Steve lowers his menu and raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure about that? I can eat a lot of food.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“So can I, asshole.”

That was probably a little harsh.

But if anyone can take it, it’s Steve Harrington.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs.

Over his shoulder, a busty waitress makes her way toward your table.

“But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says, then proceeds to order half of the items on the entire menu. “And the same for the lady.”

The waitress peers over the top of her cat-eye glasses at the boy in front of her.

“Now, you’re not about to order all this food and then skip out on the bill, are you, Harrington?”

“Now, Janet, have I ever cheated you or this fine establishment?”

The woman’s tight corkscrew curls bounce as she shakes her head gently, the whisper of a smile on her lips.

“Not that I know of. But you’re full of surprises, Steve,” she says, then directs a wink at you.

You’re still staring after Janet when Steve’s voice tears you from your thoughts.

“Don’t mind Janet. She’s a little loony,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes.

“How do you know her, anyway?” you ask, swirling the straw around the glass of water Janet’s just delivered.

“Oh, I’ve been coming here for years. My parents used to take me here after Little League games for a celebratory milkshake when my team won. That stopped around the age of ten, when I finally admitted to my dad that I didn’t actually like baseball, and my mom convinced him to let me quit,” he says, laughing despite himself. “My parents quit coming, but I eat here at least once a week.”

“Yeah?” You’re still staring into the glass as you add, “I guess you bring all the girls here, then, huh?”

“I don’t, actually. I brought Tommy H. and Carol here once, and all they did was complain about the jukebox because they’re assholes with no taste in music,” he says, and his matter-of-fact tone makes you laugh.

“I thought they were your friends?” you ask. You knew he hadn’t been hanging around them much lately, but you figured they still partied together, at the very least.

“Nah. Not anymore. To be perfectly honest with you, I shouldn’t have ever been friends with them,” he says. His tumultuous chocolate eyes meet yours for a microsecond before his gaze flickers to his own drink. “The only person worse than Tommy H. and Carol is ‘King Steve’ Harrington.”

“Was,” you correct him. He looks back up at you for clarification. “‘King Steve’ was the worst. But just because you were a piece of shit in high school doesn’t mean you have to be for the rest of your life. You can change as a person, evolve as a human being-in fact, I think you already have.”

Steve stares at you for several moments longer. His lips finally part, as if he’s about to speak, and-

“Hot stuff coming through!”

The steel kitchen doors swing shut behind Janet, who pushes a metal cart stacked with plates of steaming fried foods across the tile floor. To your surprise, she stops at your booth and unloads the contents of the entire cart onto your table. By the time she’s done, plates cover every square inch of the surface.

“Hope you’re hungry, sweets,” Janet says, throwing another wink your way before disappearing back into the kitchen.

You’re so overwhelmed by the mountain of food in front of you that you completely forget about the conversation you and Steve were just having. Thus, when you notice him still watching you,

you figure it’s because he’s smugly waiting for you to admit that you’ve made a mistake-that there’s no way in hell you can consume even half of this feast.

But you, being the ultra-competitive, incredibly stubborn person you are, refuse to accept defeat without putting up a fight.

“I bet I can eat more of this than you can.”

Steve simply blinks in disbelief.

“Don’t look at me like that. I can. I’ll prove it to you,” you say, picking up a fry and popping it into your mouth. “We can make a little competition out of it. And whoever loses has to pay for everything.”

You reach for another fry, but Steve swats your hand away.

“Stop it. You’re getting a head-start.”

“Oh, a two-fry head-start. Consider me the world’s biggest cheater,” you say, waving your hands in the air mockingly.

Steve uses this opportunity to grab a fistful of fries and shove them into his mouth.

“Hey! That’s not fair, jerk!”

“Fight me,” he says, the words muffled by the food.

You kick him under the table hard enough to give him a dead leg.

“Ow!” he yells, just loud enough to make an older couple at the next table shush you both. Steve glares at you.

“What? I thought we were playing street rules.”

“When have you played this game on the street, Y/N?”

“Shut up.”

It takes a whopping twenty-three minutes for the two of you to polish off the buffet of food. And by the two of you, I mean Steve. You tap out about ten minutes in, after devouring your third plate of greasy goodness. As much as you don’t want to foot the bill for this meal, you definitely don’t want to vomit all over the floor of Steve Harrington’s BMW.

Janet’s not nearly as impressed by Steve’s food feat as one would expect her to be when she returns to check on you. Apparently, this isn’t even the most Steve’s eaten in one sitting. Clearly, you were doomed from the start.

Janet even has the audacity to ask if either of you would like dessert.

You answer with a resounding “no.”

But Steve practically yells, “Hell yes!”

“Mr. Harrington! Language!” Janet says, tsking with her tongue. “What would your mother say?”

“Oh god. Please don’t tell her. She’s already on my ass about college-damn it, sorry! Wait, sorry again, sh-shoot.”

Janet laughs at her flustered customer.

“You want your usual?”

“Of course-”

“Now, wait a second,” you interrupt. “I’m cutting you off, Harrington. Unlike your stomach, my wallet isn’t a bottomless pit.”

A denim-clad knee bumps against yours under the table.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I got this.”

“But the bet-”

“-that I never even agreed to?” he says with a disarming smile that makes it impossible to argue.

“I’m lost. Am I getting you ice-cream or not, baby?” Janet asks.

“Yes, please, Janet. And the bill, whenever you get the chance, so I don’t have to bother you again. I know you’re swamped.”

Janet nods, still half-confused, and wanders into the kitchen.

You glance around the diner. Aside from a group of college students gathered around a corner booth and a couple sharing a banana split at a nearby table, the place is completely vacant.

“Swamped?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at Steve.

“Well, not exactly. But Janet...she takes her time. She’s one of those waitresses who will promise to ‘be right back with the bill’ and then disappear for an hour,” he explains. “I figured you probably have some sort of curfew, so it would be best to avoid that.”

“That was really considerate of you,” you say, and the shock in your tone is probably evident, but Steve doesn’t comment on it. “And speaking of considerate, thank you for paying for dinner. We could have split it or something.”

“Don’t worry about it. I ate most of the food, anyway,” he says. He pauses, then adds, “Besides, it’s a small price to pay to spend an evening with a pretty girl.”

Thank goodness for the dimness of the lights hanging overhead, because your cheeks are as red as the scarlet booth you’re sitting on. At this point, you’re pretty sure he’s flirting with you. Then again, flirting is Steve Harrington’s main mode of communication, so it probably means nothing.

You remind yourself of this enough times to finally get your blushing under control-until Janet returns with a tall strawberry milkshake with two bright red straws sticking out the top.

She drops it off at the table and tells you two “lovebirds” to enjoy. Steve’s too interested in the milkshake to notice your coyness. It isn’t until he’s drained a third of the glass that he realizes you haven’t had any.

“Aren’t you going to taste it, Y/N? I ordered the larger size for us to share.”

“I didn’t want dessert, remember? That’s your milkshake.”

“There’s two straws for a reason.”

“Yeah,” you say, flicking yours toward him. “Use both, and maybe you can give yourself a brain freeze even faster.”

“Come on, Y/N. This is the best shake in town,” Steve pouts.

You swear the strawberry milkshake is turning his lips more pink.

“Fine,” you huff, leaning forward and taking a sip.

A stream of sugary yet slightly tart ice cream flows into your mouth. It’s one of the best things you’ve ever tasted. You’re so distracted by the deliciousness that you don’t notice Steve bending down for a sip until his lips are curled around his straw, inches from yours. You jolt back so fast that you choke on milkshake. Steve watches with wide eyes as you cough violently into the fold of your arm for a few seconds. Finally, you get your cough attack under control, and Steve asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah,” you say, voice raspy, “it’s just-mm. Too...too sweet for me.”

“Really?” Steve asks, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Then he shrugs and says, “More for me, I guess.”

You watch with secret jealousy as Steve finishes off the glass.

You offer to leave the tip, but Steve insists on covering it.

“My dad would kill me if he knew I let a girl pay for anything.”

“Well, your dad’s not here. And besides, isn’t that a rule for, like, dates or whatever?”

“Not necessarily. It’s just a rule of chivalry.”

He lays a few extra dollars down on the table and gestures for you to lead the way out.

“Steve Harrington: Master of Chivalry,” you tease, elbowing him as you walk past.

On the drive home, Steve cranks the music up and the windows down. The two of you sing along to just about every song. When he doesn’t know the words, Steve makes up ridiculous lyrics that clash terribly with the melody.

You cackle with laughter almost the entire ride home. And when he pulls in your driveway, there’s a part of you that wants to stay in the car forever. You unbuckle your seatbelt, dial down the radio volume, and rotate in your seat to face Steve.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me, too,” he says, beaming so bright that it seems to glow in the dark. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah, we should.”

There’s a pregnant pause, interrupted only by crickets chirping in your yard and an owl hooting somewhere down the street. You look out the car window. Outside, stars are sprinkled across a velvet sky like sparkling confetti, but none shine as brightly as Steve’s eyes as he looks at you

Finally, Steve shatters the silence with a simple offer that comes out as more of a request:

“Can I walk you to your door?”

You can’t stop the giggle from escaping your lips.

“My porch is literally right there, Steve. Nobody’s going to jump out and murder me on my ten-foot trek to the front door.”

“You can never be too safe, Y/N,” he says with the most serious expression he can muster.

“Fine, dork. Walk me to my door,” you laugh.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t force your stomach to digest the butterflies currently swarming around in it.

After approximately eight steps, you’re on your porch, and that nagging feeling of I don’t want to leave you returns. Unfortunately, you know you can’t stay on your front porch forever, so you tell Steve “goodnight” and start to twist the doorknob

“Wait!”

“Yes?” you ask, hand still on the knob.

“Could we talk for a minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” you say. You gesture toward the porch swing.

As soon as the two of you are seated, Steve finds the planks of your porch fascinating. His eyes scan them as if there are letters carved into the wood. He speaks slowly, as though he’s reading those words.

“Do you...do you remember what you said earlier? About...the whole ‘King Steve’ thing?”

You rack your brain for a moment. You eventually recall the conversation at the diner that Janet’s appearance had cut short.

“I don’t remember my words verbatim,” you say, “but yes, I remember the gist of it.”

“You said that just because I was a piece of shit in high school doesn’t mean I have to be one for the rest of my life. You said I can grow and change as a person-that you think I already have changed,” he says.

“I did,” you say, scooting slightly closer to Steve, “and I stand behind everything I said-except for that last little bit. I don’t think you’ve changed. I know you have.”

Finally, he turns to look at you. His eyes shine with years of regret.

“You really believe that?”

And suddenly, it’s not King Steve sitting on the porch swing on your house. It’s not the idiot who broke your best friend’s heart. It’s not Steve “the Hair” Harrington, whose mane is almost as high and mighty as his attitude.

It’s just Steve-a broken boy yearning to be better.

And that’s when you wrap your arms around his neck for the second time today. This time, you’re much more gentle. Steve only freezes for a millisecond before his arms twine around your waist. It’s been so long since someone’s held him like this, and Steve’s starved for physical contact, so he pulls your body flush against his. He buries his face into your neck as a single drop of water soaks through the sleeve of your shirt. One of your hands gravitates toward his hair; you comb your fingers through his soft curls soothingly.

You stay like that for several minutes, embracing the boy you could have sworn you hated two days ago.

When the tears stop falling, Steve raises his head. His damp face shines in the moonlight. Before he can pull away, embarrassed by this show of emotion, you reach up and lay a palm on his cheek. You tenderly dry his face with the sleeve of your sweater, then press a kiss to his forehead. His eyelids flutter shut, and you can’t resist making your junior high fantasy come true by pressing another kiss to his mouth. Steve’s lips are as velvety as you imagined and even sweeter than you could have dreamed, thanks to the strawberry milkshake residue left behind.

Steve’s eyelids peel back as soon as you pull away. His eyes flicker between yours, focusing on one and then the other. Clearly, he’s panicking. He didn’t want to kiss you. And now-

Steve’s lips crash onto yours like a tidal wave. He tightens his hold on your waist, and you tangle both your hands in his hair. You both break away at the same time, breathless. Steve leans his forehead against yours. The two of you admire the stillness of the night.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!”

“I’m coming, Rufus. Mama’s going to let you out to potty.”

Steve leaps out of your embrace, nearly falling off the porch swing, as a light flickers on in your kitchen.The luminescence spills out of the window and onto the porch, darkened only by the silhouette of a woman in curlers.

“That’s my mom,” you hiss at Steve. “You gotta go.”

Steve pecks the top of your head, then sprints to his car. He peels out of the driveway and takes off down the road as your mother swings open the front door. The family dog trots out and onto the lawn to do his business. Mom squints at you, and you offer a tiny wave.

“Y/N? Is that you? I didn’t realize you were home.”

“Yeah, it’s me. I haven’t been here long. I was just-looking for constellations,” you say, pointing to what you think might be the Big Dipper.

Your mother narrows her eyes at the sky. But considering she can barely recognize her own daughter’s face a few feet away, you know the bodies of gas in the sky, light-years away, are all a blur to her naked eye.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” she asks.

“I did,” you answer, standing and brushing off your jeans. “I really did.”

“Good,” she says, then grimaces. “It wasn’t your boyfriend who made that god-awful screeching tire noise a few minutes ago, was it?”

Her question’s annoying, sure, but you can’t keep the smile off your face as you say, “No, it wasn’t.”

Technically, it was his car.

“And he’s not my boyfriend, Mom.”

Not yet, anyway.

A/N 2: So that’s that! I think this is a pretty good stopping place for the series, but if you guys want more parts to it, I could probably do a few more. I love you all. Thanks for reading. :)

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allthe-queens-men · 5 years ago

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Day One - Children

John and Roger have been dating for almost a year. They decide to introduce each other to their kids.

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“Where are we going, Daddy?” Sophie asked, squeezing herself out from between her bickering brothers.

John smiled at her in the rearview mirror. “Well, the plan is to go for ice cream, but I don’t think we can go if Junior and Oliver keep poking at one another.” And at the threat of missing out on a treat, the boys were suddenly thick as thieves once more. “A friend of mine is going to be joining us, as well.”

“What friend?” Junior took his sister’s place, leaning forward against the passenger seat.

John gave himself a moment to answer. This whole plan had been equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking since its inception. Roger was the one to bring it up first –“We’ve been together almost a year now. Maybe it’s time we let the kids know.” But he didn’t want to go ahead with that idea without John being onboard with it. And John was. He really was, and really is still now. But, as well as he knows his kids, he doesn’t know how they’ll react to someone special being in his life –and, more importantly, theirs. “Well, he’s been a very… good friend for some time now. And I thought you might like to know who your dad’s spending time with, you know?”

That answer seemed to satisfy Junior’s curiosity for now. John couldn’t see the boy still watching him intently.

Roger was already there when they pulled up to the little storefront. He waved to them, a big grin on his face and a shopping bag at his feet. John smiled softly to himself and put the car in park.

“Is that him?” Oliver asked.

“Yes, that’s Roger. Would you like to go say hello?”

Whether they did or not, they would have to overcome that hurdle first to get into the ice cream parlor. Fortunately Roger came bearing gifts, and after friendly hellos started handing them out to Sophie and Oliver while Junior lagged far behind the group. John hung back a few steps to keep pace with the young teen.

“You okay?”

Junior stubbornly shook his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you dating him?” he asked with a slight grimace. John sighed inwardly but took the reaction in stride.

“Yes. He and I have been dating almost a year now.”

“Why?”

“Because I like him. Very much.” He forced a smile and a playful nudge. “Sort of like how you like that Anna girl in your maths class.”

Junior hid a blush in his hand, still scowling at the stranger talking excitedly with his little brother and sister. “So what about Mom, then?”

It was an accusation, full of hurt, but one John had been expecting. “He’s never going to replace her. And he has to intention of trying. And I understand this is going to be difficult for you—”

“So then why are you doing it?”

That sent a jolt through John’s chest, like a lightning strike through the heart. “Because… Because he makes me happy. And I hope that, once you get to know him a bit better, he’ll make you happy as well.”

“I don’t want to get to know him.”

“Daddy! Junior!” Sophie called back to them, holding up a stuffed bear too large to hug all the way around. “Roger got us presents!”

Inside they waited in a short queue to order their treats. Sophie reliably chose a rocky road waffle cone; Oliver went for one scoop of pistachio and one of strawberry; Junior got a cup of chocolate peanut butter. Both dads got milkshakes. They gathered around a little brightly colored table in the corner. Junior pushed himself so far back that he could’ve fallen right into the drywall. For a few minutes they made pleasant conversation, except for the eldest child, who just wanted to shoot laser beams from his eyes right through the intruder’s skull. But Roger didn’t seem fazed.

“Oh! I didn’t give you your gift yet, did I?” He reached down into his bag and pulled out a clumsily-wrapped box. “I hope you like it.”

Junior snatched the parcel away, quite confident he would hate it until he tore into the paper. A limited edition Star Wars Lego set. “… Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you get me Legos?”

“Oh, your dad said he got you something similar for your birthday, but that you didn’t have this kit specifically.” He laughed. “Almost fought a soccer mum for it in the middle of the toy store.”

Junior stared down at the box clutched tightly in his hands. His birthday was nine months ago. “… There are more pieces to the collection. This is just the main kit.”

“Wanted to have something to give you for your next birthday.” Roger gave a little wink.

“… Yeah. Okay.” He put it down in the seat next to him. “But now you promised. So now you have to get it for me.”

Roger nodded and took a sip of his shake, eyes smiling discreetly at his boyfriend. John felt the skies clear in his soul, even for just this small victory.

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“I promise, she’s going to love you.”

The assurance was genuine, and John knew it. But he also knew that, sitting in Roger’s car outside the daycare center, no reassuring words could put him at ease. “I’m alright,” he said, letting Roger run in to pick up his daughter. They were going to the zoo –“Hazel’s favorite place in the world”— John dared to hope it would go at least half as well as Roger’s first time meeting his own children, but the doubt sat like a large marble in his stomach.

Hazel said nothing to him when she got in the car. She had her face buried in the zoo brochure, carefully studying it and telling her father where she wanted to go. They were halfway there when Roger decided to introduce them. “Hazel, baby, this is my friend John. Can you say hello?”

She looked up at John, who gave her a nervous smile. “Hi.”

“Hello, Hazel. It’s very nice to finally meet you.” He wanted to talk to her more, but any other words were blocked by the lump in his throat. Hazel’s nose was buried in a picture book, anyway.

They arrived to the zoo and the little girl was immediately tugging on Roger’s hand in the direction of the reptile house. “Snakes, Daddy!”

He laughed softly and let himself be dragged. “Yes, we’ll go see the snakes. But we’re passing by so many interesting little critters in the meantime –why don’t we give them a chance to impress us?”

Hazel’s face bore all the skepticism a four-year-old could muster, but did change course to detour via the red panda exhibit. John trailed behind them with a tight smile on his face, feeling very much like an outsider and wondering how he could win Hazel over, or at least make sure she was comfortable in his presence without having to cling to her dad’s leg.

Roger was seamlessly dividing his attention between his excited little girl and his anxious boyfriend. He picked Hazel up so she could get a better view of the animals, and gestured for John to come stand next to them, Hazel between them on his hip. “Do you have any red panda facts you can share with John?”

She let out a long “um” as she thought. “They’re not actually pandas!”

Roger gasped. “Really? Could’ve fooled me!”

“And this one’s name Mica!”

John laughed softly. “Well, if they aren’t pandas, then what are they?”

But Hazel didn’t answer, watching as one in the enclosure moved from one tree branch to another. John knew enough about children that he didn’t feel ignored, but he couldn’t exactly count it as a win, either.

They saw the skunks, the beavers, and the otters before Hazel grew too impatient to put off the reptile house any longer, but Roger made it clear to her first that they were here to see all the animals, even if they spent the most time looking at the snakes. Hazel gave an excited nod as she pulled him toward the building.

It was dark inside, and filled with unique little habitats behind glass, as well as some larger tanks for larger creatures. Hazel darted excitedly from one to another to another. Roger kept an eye on her but let her run about, so long as she wasn’t causing trouble, and helped her read the plaques when she asked for assistance. John kept himself at some distance, watching the two read about various snakes and what the zoo had named them.

“Daddy, do you think there’s a snake with my name?”

“There might be. Let’s keep looking.”

The wheels started to turn in John’s head. He sought out a keeper of the snake house. “Hello, may I ask a favor?”

The woman greeted him with a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”

John pointed back in the pair’s direction. “The little girl right there is looking for a snake that shares her name, Hazel. Is there anything we can do to give her that?”

The zookeeper kept the smile on her face. “Every hour we bring out a docile little corn snake for the guests to touch. I think today we can call her Hazel.”

John grinned and thanked her at least three times before rejoining the others. On his return, Roger gave him a questioning look at the huge grin he was barely suppressing (of course happy that John was happy, but curious as to what caused the sudden change in demeanor). John just chewed his lip and let the surprise stay a secret for now. Roger didn’t have the chance to ask questions, anyway, as he was tugged along by a small and unusually strong child.

At three on the dot, the zookeeper called around for anyone who would like to come pet the corn snake, and Hazel was immediately bee-lining for the opportunity. Roger had to jog just to keep a step behind her. John followed at a brisk but casual pace. There was already a line by the time they made it over, and Hazel was whining as she stood on tiptoes to spot her goal. Roger laid a hand on her shoulder to keep her balanced, and to pull her gently against his thigh. “We’ll get a turn. I’m sure they won’t put the snake buddy away until everyone’s gotten a turn to see him.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I do believe so. Why don’t we tell John what we’ve been learning about the snakes we’ve seen so far?”

She looked up at John and huddled closer to her father’s legs, burying her face in his jeans. Roger gave John a sympathetic look. John was still all smiles.

After five minutes that felt like an eternity to Hazel, it was finally her turn to see the snake up close. “I know a lot about snakes,” she told the zookeeper.

“Oh, really? Well, do you know what this little girl is called?”

“It’s a corn snake!”

“Very good!”

Hazel ran a few fingers down the docile creature’s back, giggling. “What’s her name?”

“Her name is Hazel.”

Hazel (the girl, not the snake) stood there in rapt awe, mouth hanging open so far one might think she was the one who could unhinge her jaw. “That’s—… That’s my name!”

The woman feigned surprise. “Is it really?”

“Yes! That’s really my name, my daddy can tell you! Daddy! My name’s Hazel too, right?”

Roger laughed softly. If anyone might’ve been more elated than Hazel herself, it was her father at her reaction. “Yes, your name’s Hazel.”

“So I share a name with a snake! A little corn snake!”

His eyes flash to John, for just a second. “You do?”

She’s bouncing on her heels but is still very gentle with the snake. She enjoys every second of the minute she has before it’s the next person’s turn, but even when she has to leave the smile remained on her face. “Bye bye, other Hazel!” she called as Roger led her out the back, John coming alongside them. There was an ice cream stand just outside, and John, high on pride, offered to buy some before realizing he had only two pounds in his pocket. Roger laughed, pecked him on the cheek when his daughter wasn’t looking, and ordered two vanilla cones.

They sat at a picnic table to eat their snack. They some a few minutes in pleasant quiet, surrounded by the noises of other zoo patrons, and Hazel was slurping melted ice cream out of the cone she shared with her father before she spoke up. “John?”

John’s ears perked up. “Yes, Hazel?”

“Corn snakes look like copperheads, but they aren’t venomous like copperheads.”

He grinned brightly. “I didn’t know that, Hazel. You’re very clever.”

She smiled, tucked her chin against her chest, and handed the empty cone to Roger.

Hazel fell asleep in the car ride home, and slept through Roger carrying her upstairs and tucking her into bed with a little kiss to her head. He left the door ajar but headed back downstairs to where John waited to say goodbye.

John didn’t expect the goodbye kiss to be so passionate. But maybe he should’ve.

#co-written by @deacydeac ♡#jogerweek2019 #dealor

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introverted-and-unhinged · 6 years ago

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Whiskey Part 2 - Sweet Pea x Reader

Read Part 1 Here

Summary: After finding out that Y/n’s boyfriend is going to propose, Sweet Pea gives up all hope and goes to Pop’s to drown his sorrows in burgers and whiskey.

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive! I’m so happy you all liked part 1, so here’s part 2!

Word Count: 1569

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

Yeah, she gonna get married

But she ain’t gonna marry me

“What do you mean that doesn’t matter now?” Toni asked.

“Oh, come on, Toni!” Sweet Pea shouted, flying off his couch with his hands in the air. “You heard her ten months ago when they started dating! Even then she said she could see herself marrying him.”

“But you’re the one she should be with, Pea. Look, I probably shouldn’t even be telling you this, but-”

“Then don’t,” Sweet Pea said before he walked out the door leaving Toni standing in his trailer alone.

“She only started dating him to get her mind off you,” Toni said to the empty room.

Sweet Pea was fuming as he paced outside his trailer contemplating whether he was going to go back inside and let Toni finish. No, he couldn’t do that. He may be a hot head, but he’s no homewrecker, and the last thing he would ever want to do was get in the way of y/n’s happiness. He settled on cooling off at Pop’s, so he got in his truck and peeled out just as Toni made her way outside.

***

Y/n stood in her bedroom looking at herself in the mirror. Even after almost a year together, she still found herself nervously straightening out her dress and obsessively moving her hair before a date. It didn’t help that they were going to the fanciest place in all of Riverdale tonight. She heard the distinct sound of her boyfriend’s old muscle car pulling up outside her house, so she grabbed her favorite perfume and spritzed it on her neck before grabbing a light cardigan and running out the front door.

“Hey, babe,” her boyfriend said as she hopped in the car, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you!” she gushed, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

They listened to a playlist of all of y/n’s favorite song as they drove to the little Italian restaurant on the other side of town. She noticed that her boyfriend’s hand felt unusually stiff as she held it on the way there. His gaze kept darting quickly from her to the road to their hands clasped together and back again.

“Is everything okay, babe?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine,” he said as he pulled his hand away from her’s and wiped in on his pants.

His behavior was making y/n feel a little uneasy, like he was hiding something from her. Maybe that’s why he was taking her to such a nice restaurant instead of their usual Friday night Pop’s date. He did have a habit of trying to fix his mistakes with gifts. He tapped his thumbs on the streering wheel erraticaly for the rest of the drive while y/n let her mind wander among all of the possibilities for what he had done wrong.

He seemed to calm down a little bit after they entered the restaurant and sat down at their cute little table for two. While they ate, he kept looking around nervously, and every time y/n asked him what was going on he would just chuckle and tell her that he didn’t know what she was talking about.

“So what are you thinking for dessert?” her boyfriend asked right as y/n put her last bite of pasta in her mouth.

She looked at him with wide eyes and continued chewing, her hand over her mouth.

“Um, I was actually thinking we could go to Pop’s and get a milkshake for desert,” she replied as soon as she had swallowed her food.

“Babe, we have milk shakes at Pop’s all the time,” he replied, twisting his napin in his hands.

“Well, I know, but it’s my favorite.”

“I think we should get the cheesecake.”

“But I want a milkshake.”

Y/n could tell that her boyfriend was getting more and more frustrated the longer the conversation went on. His head was whipping around like he was looking for an escape route but couldn’t find one.

“Are you hiding something from me?” y/n asked, causing him to freeze.

“What?”

“Are you hiding something from me? You’ve been acting really strange all night,” she said, her boyfriend returning to looking around the restaurant frantically.

“Look!” he said, sitting up straight and pointing behind her, “Dessert!”

“We didn’t even order dessert,” she replied, turning around to see a waiter coming toward them with a single piece of cheesecake.

As he got closer, y/n caught a glimpse of something shiny leaning up against the dollop of whipped cream in top of the dessert. She looked back at her boyfriend to see him smiling brightly at her, and she felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. The waiter set the plate in the middle of the table, and y/n stared at the beautiful diamond ring sitting in front of her. When she looked back up, her boyfriend was no longer in his seat but was one one knee beside her. She looked over at him with her mouth open.

“Y/n,” he said taking a deep breath, “I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life. You’ve shown me nothing but love and support since we started dating. In ways that I didn’t even know were possible, you’ve made me a better person and made my life better just by being in it. Will you please do me the honor of being mine forever? Will you marry me?”

Y/n closed her mouth, put her hand over her heart, and began to stand up.

***

Sweet Pea had been sitting at Pop’s for the past two and a half hours just trying to think. Once he was able to calm himself down by absolutely demolishing a cheeseburger and some fries, he found himself numb. He couldn’t really think about anything. He just kind of sat there knowing. He flipped the empty silver flask in his hand watching the way the colors of the neon sign outside danced on its surface. He had run out of whiskey an hour ago, and his buzz was almost completely gone at this point. It was like it had been washed away by the rain pouring down outside.

“I think there’s someone here for ya, kid,” Pop Tate called from behind the register.

Sweet Pea looked up searching the diner for anyone else that Pop could be talking to, but he was the only one there at such a late hour on a Friday night. Pop nodded his head toward the window outside, on the other side of which stood y/n in her favorite blue dress, completely soaked with mascara running down her face.

She shrugged at him with a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. Sweet Pea sat up in the booth and quickly started sliding out of his seat, never breaking eye contact with y/n. He stopped for a brief moment at the register.

“Can you make a chocolate strawberry milkshake?” he asked Pop, who responded with a single nod.

Sweet Pea slipped out the door, taking his leather jacket off as he walked toward y/n. He stopped in front of her holding the jacket out in front fo him.

“You must be freezing,” he said as she took it from him.

She looked him in the eyes, noticing a sort of sadness that she had never seen before in Sweet Pea. He must’ve known what had happened that night. Y/n stepped toward Sweet Pea and fell into a hesitant hug.

“I said no,” she whispered to him.

He pulled her in closer and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She felt him let out a deep sigh as he ran his fingers through her wet hair. The bell on the door to the diner rung as Pop opened the door and leaned his head out.

“I have a chocolate strawberry milkshake here. Two straws.”

Y/n stepped back but didn’t let go of Sweet Pea’s arms as he held hers at the elbows. She looked up at him with a bright smile before looking around him toward Pop.

“Two straws?” she asked.

“Just in case,” he replied with a wink before going back inside and setting the milkshake on the table on the other side of the window from the couple.

“Two straws,” Sweet Pea said looking down at y/n before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

When they parted, y/n grabbed Sweet Pea by the hand and dragged him back inside where they sat and sipped their milkshake.

“Okay, I’m sure that when Pop gave us two straws he thought we were going to share this milkshake, y/n,” Sweet pea said as he looked over at her with both hands around the bottom of the glass.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” she replied.

“Me either,” Sweet Pea said as he reached for one of her hands.

She smiled as his thumb ran over the back of her hand while he watched her continue to drink the rest of “their” milkshake.

“I thought you wanted to get married,” Sweet Pea said.

“I don’t want to marry him,” y/n said.

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writtenwordsoffic · 6 years ago

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Constant Interjection - Sweet Pea x Demi Reader - Part 2

@idle-lanes@sgarrett49@murderyoursoul@moonlight53@redhairedoddity@the-achievementhunter@superoptimist1997 @gswritings

Sweet Pea x Demisexual Reader Part 1 Part 3

Words: 2205

Warnings: None yet?

Sweet Pea x Reader - Part 1

A/N: Thanks for the people who liked the first part. I have more ideas for where this is heading but would like some input if you guys like where this is going or not. Comments are always welcomed! Thanks for reading!

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As Sweet Pea handed Y/N a drink, he tried taking the beauty of her in one more time. Her nails were now painted, she had put makeup on for the event and even had her hair different. He had hoped it was all for him.

“Y/N!”.

The boy she had entered in with had joined her once again. Sweet Pea this time now being friendly knowing he wasn’t a threat.

The boy tried mouthing “Is this him?” nonchalantly but was unsuccessful as Sweet Pea slightly smiled now knowing she had talked about him.

She nudged his shoulder while Y/N sat up - “I’m going to find the bathroom, I’ll be back...”. She gave a slight nod to Sweet Pea as her brother took her seat.

What was quiet and subtle about her was the opposite of her step-brother. He had no problem with new people or new surroundings. “Patrick”, he stuck out his hand to Sweet Pea and he gave his hand in return.

With that, Patrick gripped Sweet Pea’s hand lightly in order to make a point - “You hurt that girl, know that being in a gang won’t help you one bit”.

Sweet Pea was used to threats. It was something that came with the territory of being a Serpent. However, he took this more of warning than a full attack. The guy cared about his sister - a girl that had somehow made Sweet Pea’s heartbeat go a little faster. He wasn’t going to blame him for the action of trying to protect her.

“Understood”. With Sweets answer - Patrick let go of his hand - his eyes becoming lighter as if he approved - not that Y/N needed it.

“Well, I wish you luck”.

“Luck with?”, Sweet Pea was confused.

Patrick began to stir Y/N’s drink and smelling it - saddened by the lack of alcohol. “She’s here. That’s something big for her. It means you made an impression”.

Sweet Pea flinched at the words thinking them over - “No. It means she keeps her word”. Patrick smiled liking Sweet Peas answer more.

“So...”, Patrick seemed lost in more words - “did that hurt?”. He pointed to Sweet Pea’s tattoo.

Sweet Pea gave a chuckle. “Nah, I’ve been through worse”.

“What are we laughing about?”. Y/N came to retrieve her seat - Patrick’s body had insinuated that it was his now - making Y/N roll her eyes in jest.

With that Kevin came on stage to introduce Josie McCoy - in the moment, Sweet Pea began to freeze. Josie began to sing and part of Sweet Pea couldn’t take her eyes off her. Josie had a magical voice no question - but had made it clear that a relationship was not something she wanted. If anything, it made Sweet Pea feel like he wasn’t worthy of a real relationship. Josie concreting that only a month prior. Sweet Pea bit his lip - which drew him back to the puzzling girl before him. She was watching Josie sing, very slightly moving her body to the music. He watched her sway from behind - seeing that she didn’t care of her surroundings - that she was just her.

Y/N had no facade about her. She was upfront, direct and seemed to be a person who knew what she wanted out of life. If anything, she was just trying to take the journey of life with an open mind.

As Josie stepped off stage, Y/N turned back to both the bar and Sweet Pea behind her - quickly catching his glance at her. Sweet Pea fumbled a bit with a rag that was still in his hand as he had realized he had been caught staring. He tried giving a smirk but all it fueled for Y/N was an inquisitive brow. Once again she was confused by his actions.

“I uh...have to get something from the back”, Sweet Pea quickly left to the back of the bar and his feet lead him to the backstage. Part of him was just trying to hide as it had seemed his feelings would be unreciprocated once again.

“Well well Sweet Pea, come to tell me how brilliant my performance was?”.

Sweet Pea somewhat grunted as he turned to find Josie behind him. Part of him still wanted her. Josie was always attractive with her petite frame - something he had enjoyed all summer. But what he had lacked with Josie, was a real connection. Her getting to know his true nature had never really occurred to her over the summer. There was heat between them - but never any meaning.

“No. Just came to get some breath”, Sweet Pea groaned.

“Ah Sweets, got something you’re running from or to?”. Josie came closer to Sweet Pea, grabbing onto his black tie.

Sweet Pea looked at her stance - her eyes giving off a darkness of want. Yet, his mind was on someone else. “You gave up me remember?”.

“True. But tonight is a night for celebration...maybe...”.

“Maybe nothing McCoy - you were done with me a month ago. Let’s leave it at that”. Sweet Pea turned but could hear light footsteps retreating behind him.

He decided to follow them versus looking back at the annoyed singer.

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“Hey!”, Sweet Pea shouted coming through the phone booth of Pop’s - hitting the door a bit as a line of teenagers watched a girl in black dress pants flee.

Luckily for Sweet Pea, his feet took longer strides. He caught up to Y/N in the parking lot.

“Hey! Stop Y/N!”.

She decided to freeze in her steps. She was still trying to understand her feelings and why she fled in the first place.

“Look whatever you saw...”.

“It’s fine”.

Sweet Pea now adorned the confused look upon his face. “What’s fine? Look Josie and I had a thing but i--”.

“Really it’s fine. Honestly it’s probably better”. Y/N cut him off again.

Sweet Pea took a step closer to Y/N, “there’s nothing between her and I anymore”.

Y/N stood there just staring - processing her thoughts before she spoke. “Look, I came here because I told you I would and I did. I’m sorry if you thought this was a date”. Sweet Pea’s heart plunged. “I just...I don’t know you okay? You don’t know me. Someone like Josie is better for you, truly”.

“I’m telling you now. Anything I had with Josie is done. I don’t want her”.

“You don’t know me”. Y/N’s words were concrete in nature - not understanding what Sweet Pea saw in her.

“Then let me get to know you”, Sweet Pea huffed as his feelings were released in a breath. “Would you like a milkshake?”.

Y/N thought for a moment. “One shake”.

“Can it be with conversation?”, Sweet Pea’s flirtatious nature came back to him - but it wasn’t really caught by Y/N. Y/N nodded, walking past him, heading back inside of Pop’s.

-----

Y/N was a woman with a routine. She woke up in her room always the same way. Wincing her eyes open as she would yawn. Grabbing her clothes out for the day and heading to the bathroom. She wasn’t a girl of vanity. She didn’t spend time looking in the mirror often beyond brushing her teeth or making sure her hair wasn’t too crazy. If anything - she tried to part the mirror as quickly as possible before the words “it will never change from this” would come to her mind.

She would head to Patrick’s room - either throwing a pillow or getting him up somehow before she headed to the kitchen. She wasn’t a big morning eater but found her solace in coffee. And thus, out of routine, would begin to make a pot as if it was second nature.

Patrick would come in wincing his eyes while Y/N would look at the clock. She kept everything carefully timed. When to get up from the dining table to clean her mug - when to put her shoes on - and what minute to leave the apartment to get to school on time for her 20 minute walk.

After locking the door she would crack open whatever book sparked her fancy and her feet would guide her knowing the way to school well by now. It was a routine that never faltered.

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Sweet Pea resisted keeping the smile on his face while he brought the milkshakes over to the booth. He had noticed she felt more relaxed sitting down staring out the window - as if her thoughts were ahead of their soon be conversation.

“So - Patrick...how long have you been step-siblings?”.

Sweet Pea’s words grabbed Y/N out of her small daze as she tried to gain interest. “Oh, I guess about four years now...”.

“Can I ask which parents?”.

Y/N took the straw to her mouth of the strawberry shake - every once in a while plunging the straw in to mix the whipped cream in. “His mom, my dad”.

“Gotcha. Well, he seems interesting”.

“...did he say something in particular to you?”. Y/N’s brow of curiosity rose again.

Sweet Pea thought back to the bar, “nah nothing to worry about. You’re uh...not from here right?”,

Y/N shook her head, “no. New York”, it was the first time that Y/N’s eyes really perked in interest.

“Must be better than here...”, Sweet Pea looked out the window recalling the last few years.

“You okay?”, Y/N was genuinely concerned.

“Yeah just - this is the type of town...where, well, people like me tend to never leave”.

“If you mean people like you because of that tattoo - then I don’t think you know yourself very well...”, Y/N said this plainly but it had resonated.

Sweet Pea chuckled, “Oh yeah?”

Y/N sat back to the seat of the booth - something coy finally coming out of her mouth. “You speak your mind, you aren’t afraid of anyone else and you seem to go after something when you want to”.

Sweet Pea thought for a moment, “all true”.

Y/N smiled, her lips going back to her drink.

“Do you miss New York?”.

Y/N nodded again, “almost all of it. The city, the museums...the culture”,

“What made you guys come here?”. Sweet Pea finally took a swig of his chocolate shake, leaning back into the corner of the booth - his feet up on the seat before him.

“Arlene. Patrick’s mom. We had to leave New York...”, Y/N thought for a moment and then opened her mouth again, “well because of a situation with my dad. She found a job here and it was just settled at that”. Her eyes looked down in a way of anguish and embarrassment.

“At least you have people who care about you”.

Y/N looked up, “don’t you? I mean...”, she pointed to his tattoo.

Sweet Pea laughed his comment off. “I mean, the Serpents are a family, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not the highest on everyone’s list to really care about. I shuffle around here and there. I got Fangs but that’s about it”.

Sweet Pea took a butter knife off its placement on the table and began playing with it out of habit - somewhat missing the switchblade that was usually in his pocket.

“Well that’s someone then”, Y/N gave a smile.

Once again, Sweet Pea was enamored with how her face lit up when she smiled. It was if she had no idea how she looked - giving off a glow that could have been infectious to anyone. But in that moment, it was infectious to him.

-----

A few hours had passed between them in the booth. Talking about music and movies and finding the similarities in each other’s tastes. Y/N would ramble about the books she still had yet to read and how she missed going to a “real art museum”.

“Can I take you home?”.

“Oh I didn’t think....”, she thought for a moment, giving her index finger out to pause the question as well as her answer. She looked at her phone and sent a few texts. Nodding when she got the reply she expected. “Sure. Do you have a car or walking...I mean I don’t live far from here...”.

Sweet Pea looked questionable, “You live on the South Side?”.

Y/N nodded a little reluctantly. “Yeah off of Hastings. The construction over there has been murder on my sleep...”.

Sweet Pea thought about passing the Whyte Worm getting to Y/N’s place. He didn’t want to see his former home in the likes it was now. “I have my bike but if you want to walk...we should take Wabash...it’s safer”.

“That’s fine”. Y/N pulled a card out of the back case of her phone as she slowly got up.

“They’re already paid for...”, Sweet Pea reached behind his neck slightly rubbing a spot out of nervousness.

“Oh. Well thanks, I’ll pay you back”.

Sweet Pea got up and stepped ahead of Y/N to get the door in front of her. Trying to remember the manners his grandmother taught him.

Y/N looked up to his view and gave a small smile as they made their long night longer heading through the Southside of town. Sweet Pea’s feet knowing the way ever so well.

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habibialkaysani · 6 years ago

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Vows (Laurel/Nyssa; T)

Ships: Laurel/Nyssa

Summary: Across the multiverse, Dinah Laurel Lance and Nyssa (Amina) Raatko make promises to each other. Or, the three earths promises are kept, and the one earth in which they aren't.

A/N: So this is another fic long in the making, and it's one of my longer fics, actually. It features Laurel and Nyssa on earth-1, earth-8, earth-17 and earth-2, in that order. There's a lot that's inspired this fic, but primarily my friend Sophia, aka @sophiainspace, whose encouragement really helped push me to finish this when I felt like giving up. Credit also goes to Mo, aka @stungunmilly2, who read through an early version of one section of this, and Graz, aka @trumvh, who looked through the whole thing in record time.

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i. earth-1

It's still strange for Laurel to see her doppelganger from earth-2, this woman who calls herself Black Siren. This Laurel - no, Laurel corrects, Dinah is what she likes to be called - is her mirror image and yet her imperfect reflection who folded her arms and rolled her eyes when Laurel shared her uncertainty about Nyssa's feelings for her.

But Dinah also did something else. She told Laurel that she should go get her girl, damn it, because Nyssa is so very head-over-heels in love with her and Laurel’s an idiot if she can’t see that, and that lifts Laurel's spirits a little, even now.

Dinah's asleep, her face a little bruised but otherwise looking fine. Laurel isn't entirely sure why she insisted that she and Nyssa rescue her from this new guy Ricardo Diaz - maybe because, in a weird way, Laurel considers Dinah family. At the very least she's Laurel's twin, and resurrected or not, Laurel's always taken care of her family, no matter what earth they happen to be from.

“Are you all right?” Nyssa's voice makes Laurel jump. “I'm sorry if I startled you, ya Laurel.”

Laurel tries to smile. “It's okay. Is that -”

“Big Belly Burger, as promised,” Nyssa says with a smile, holding up the paper bag. “Though they only had strawberry milkshakes.”

“No black and white ones in sight, huh?” Laurel says before she can stop herself and she’s thankful when somehow, miraculously, Nyssa manages a laugh.

“Unfortunately, no.”

“It’s fine - thanks,” Laurel says, taking the bag gratefully. “Hey, we haven't really had a chance to talk about - everything, really.”

“With our little detour to Central City,” Nyssa says, inclining her head a little at Laurel's sleeping doppelganger on the couch, “I suppose we haven't had the time.”

“I can't believe how much she looks like me,” Laurel says quietly, sitting at the table. “I mean - I know you said she was my evil twin but seeing her, speaking to her - it really is like looking in the mirror.”

“I did not say she was your evil anything,” Nyssa says, raising her eyebrows and trying but failing to look affronted. (Her eyes give her away, the way they twinkle with warmth she can't seem to suppress.) “That was more what Thea said, if I recall correctly.”

Biting into a fry, Laurel considers. “Okay,” she says after a second, “looking at this stranger who has my face and has made even poorer life choices than me yet has taken my place and is - impersonating me - just seeing her is strange.”

“Are you sure her poor life choices are the ones you want to talk about?” Nyssa says lightly, but the way her teeth worry her bottom lip betray her casual tone.

“Nyssa -”

Laurel’s surprised when Nyssa reaches out - as if to touch Laurel’s hand - but then seems to think better of it. “You can say it, you know.”

“I just - I don't understand,” Laurel says. “I was dead.”

“A fact of which I was acutely aware.”

“After everything you told me about moving on from Sara's death despite missing her, mourning her - I don't get why you would bring me back.”

“The bloodlust should not be nearly as prevalent of a side effect with this Pit as it was with my father’s, if that is what you are concerned about,” Nyssa says, looking away, not so much dodging the question as much as ignoring it altogether. “As far as legend has it, as per the map provided by Merlyn, no one has bathed in these particular waters before.”

Fine. Nyssa’s not going to tell her. Laurel sits up and folds her arms. “What about my soul?”

“During my travels after you… died - I met a woman. Zatanna Zatara. She happens to be none other than John Constantine’s former teacher.”

“So of course she knew how to restore my soul,” Laurel says with a nod. “How did you convince her?”

Nyssa manages a half-smile. “Put it this way. The people who owe me favours are far more powerful than those who owe Oliver Queen anything.”

In return Laurel manages a chuckle. “Point taken.”

They eat in silence for a minute, and it's after Nyssa takes a sip of her milkshake that she says, “Are you upset with me?”

“I don't know,” Laurel answers truthfully. “I don't know what I'm feeling, to be honest. Even after I've had time to - process. And I realise I might sound like a hypocrite considering what I did - but I don't know why you brought me back. Especially because - there isn't anything left for me here. Not anymore.” She chokes back tears now, because she's put a dam between her and the inevitable floodgates of grief until she can process that, too, but it's taking too much strength to keep it up. The tears are hot as they trickle down her cheeks and Laurel closes her eyes, trying to will herself to steady a little.

“I know my condolences aren't much to offer,” Nyssa says, and Laurel knows she means it. “But I will offer them nevertheless. You deserved to say goodbye to him.”

“Thank you,” Laurel says faintly. “And I know he wasn't perfect - God knows he could have done things differently for me as a father… but I still can't believe he's gone.”

“And I'm sorry I couldn't bring him back,” Nyssa continues. “But this Pit is different from the others. That's how I knew it wasn't used before - because this one is special. It can only be used once. And when we lost you… your father asked me to bring you back. I couldn't. Once I discovered the other Pits... I realised I could right at least one wrong in the world. And that was when you were taken from it.”

“And that's it?” Laurel says after a pause. “That's why you literally brought me back from the dead? To honour the memory of a man who didn't even like you very much?”

Nyssa shakes her head. “No, that's not why. I -” And it's only now that Nyssa loses some of her composure and Laurel feels a weird sense of victory knowing that she's finally gotten under Nyssa's skin - from what she remembers that is no small feat. But then Laurel shakes her head, remembering what her doppelganger said to her before she fell asleep. That Nyssa loves her. She must, to go to such lengths to bring her back from another plane of existence altogether. And the whys and hows are important, sure, but right now as she watches Nyssa al Ghul nervously take a sip of her milkshake, Laurel realises there's something that takes precedence.

Taking a deep breath, Laurel reaches out, gently moving Nyssa's hand away from her milkshake, pushing it aside.

“I'm sorry,” Laurel says softly, touching Nyssa's cheek. “I didn't mean to push you. My head was always kind of all over the place even without the whole resurrection thing. And now it’s like - everything’s so intense.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember… the first few days we spent together?” Laurel says after hesitating for a long moment.

“After my father disowned me, you mean?”

“No,” she answers. “I’m talking about - those summer nights, after everything went down with that bioweapon attack and Oliver killed your father and you were going to leave for Nanda Parbat and we -”

“Yes,” Nyssa interrupts with a smile, one that spreads slowly across her face, not just with her lips but with her eyes, rich with so much feeling, right across to the faint blush on cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass. “Do you think I would ever forget the happiest days of my life?”

At this, Laurel’s lost for words, and it takes a few seconds for her to find her voice again. When she does speak, she realises she’s getting choked up and clears her throat impatiently. “There was this time you said to me that you just… felt too much. Every emotion - anger, love, hate, sadness - and that you didn’t understand how I could see past that. But now I really get that. Because right now, that’s me all over. It’s like - the volume of all these feelings and memories and thoughts is turned right up, and it’s hard for me to even think.”

“And for that I’m -”

“I don’t want you to be sorry,” Laurel cuts across softly. “I don't want to sound ungrateful, Nyssa, because I'm not. I just don’t get what makes me so special.”

“Laurel, before your funeral, I told your father I would do anything for you,” Nyssa says. “I meant it then, after I had lost you, and I mean it now. And I've been - lost without you. Not just lonely, like I was when I lost Sara. This was worse. It was like part of me had been missing. And seeing you here, living and breathing as I bear witness - I feel close to whole for maybe the first time in my life. And maybe that was selfish of me, but if it means making the world a little brighter by bringing you back into it… I think it's worth it. Even if you never forgive me for it.”

This time Laurel smiles automatically. “Nyssa - I don't need to forgive you. Because I love you for it.”

Nyssa's eyes widen in surprise, and she's half out of her chair as she leans forward and says, “Can I -”

But Laurel's already beat her to it, standing up too, kissing her, heart soaring when Nyssa lifts her off her feet.

“For the record,” Nyssa says through a soft gasp, “I love you too.”

ii. earth-8

Nyssa’s never run so fast in her life.

Sure, she’s chased perps before, but this is different. For once, Nyssa's running towards something, someone she wants, and not, she realises, to interrogate or put in a cell or even work with - no. She wants someone to have a future with.

She gets it now. Laurel wants more. And that’s why she’s leaving.

God, Nyssa's been so stupid. Even now, as she turns a corner and the train station comes into view, Nyssa can't believe she missed what was right in front of her the whole time. As Nyssa rushes towards the ticket barriers, she just about catches sight of Laurel’s familiar black leather jacket and blonde hair, heeled boots clacking against the platform as she’s about to board the train.

“Special Agent Nyssa Raatko, FBI,” Nyssa says quickly to the ticket officer, moving her jacket to show her badge. “I need to stop that train.”

“The one to Keystone?” he says, and she nods frantically. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Nyssa says immediately, and the man raises his eyebrows. “I mean - yes, but it’s not - I just need to speak with someone on that train. Now.”

“So it’s urgent?” he asks, and Nyssa sighs, then puts her hands on her hips purposefully.

“Yes, it’s urgent. And you’re going to let me through unless you want me to arrest you for obstruction.”

He’s silent with a sullen look on his face as he lets Nyssa through the barrier with his pass, and Nyssa all but sprints towards the train, which is getting ready for departure and is about to close its doors. Thankfully Nyssa spots the conductor and when she shows her badge the woman puts her hand up, signalling to the driver, and the doors stay open.

“Nyssa Raatko, FBI,” Nyssa calls. “Nothing to worry about, just some, uh, routine checks.”

Before the conductor can question her further, Nyssa gets on, heart racing, searching for the face she’s grown to know so well over the years. She gets halfway through the carriage before she spots Laurel, who’s buried in a book - a romance, no doubt, knowing her - and doesn’t see Nyssa.

“Lance…” Nyssa starts to say, and Laurel frowns before looking up, and then her eyes widen in surprise.

“Raatko? What are you doing here?” Laurel demands, immediately getting to her feet. Nyssa can't blame her for being defensive, given how their last conversation ended.

“Looking for you, actually,” Nyssa replies after a second. “I wanted to…” But she trails off because what can she say, really? Where does she even start?

They're starting to attract attention from the other passengers.

Laurel draws herself up to her full height, crosses her arms. “What? You wanted to what? Tell me what the hell was so important you had to come here, now, because I don't know what's -”

“You were right,” Nyssa interrupts. “You said to me that I didn't know how to act like a normal person. That I've been keeping something from you and that I lied to you during our last assignment and you couldn't accept that when I was meant to be your partner and trust you with my life like you do with yours. That I'm closed off and selfish and difficult to work with - you're right. I'm all of those things and so, so much worse. But I - I can tell you the truth now.”

But Laurel still looks sceptical. “Why, because the truth suddenly sets you free?”

Nyssa shakes her head. “No. I'm never going to feel that way. But maybe - just maybe - I might change your mind. About leaving here.”

Laurel closes her eyes in exasperation and when she opens them again Nyssa's surprised to see they're brimming with emotion. “It's too late,” she says in a cracked voice. “You're too late. Whatever it is you're keeping from me - we're done, Raatko, because you don't trust me.”

“I do,” Nyssa says pleadingly. “Lance… Laurel, I really do. You're the person I trust most in the world.”

“So how could you lie to me?”

“To protect -”

“I don't need protection,” Laurel snaps. “I do the protecting. We do.”

“But I don't want anything to ever happen to you because I -”

“Because you what, Nyssa? I'm not a precious rookie snowflake anymore. But you refuse to treat me like an equal while convincing me that you want to be my friend - and then you wonder why I chose to leave? Really?”

But then Laurel's eyes move off Nyssa and over her shoulder.

“Agent Raatko, my colleague tells me you're holding up this train for an urgent FBI matter. Care to explain what the hell you think you're doing?”

Nyssa ignores the more senior-looking officer, though. Taking a deep breath, she goes with it, because it’s now or never, really. “The truth is, Laurel, that I - I love you. And I have battled with how I feel for so long because I… thought you were too good for me and I didn't think I could be good to you if by some miracle you felt the same way. I felt that if I told you - I'd risk losing you. And I can't lose you. Ever.”

The wave of relief Nyssa feels when she sees Laurel's shoulders fall slowly and her eyes soften is so strong that she's surprised she can stay upright because Nyssa's said her piece and yet Laurel isn't running away.

And the officer still behind Nyssa now has a hand on her shoulder but even her grip slackens a bit at Nyssa's words.

“What?” Laurel breathes after a good minute of total silence. (The carriage is silent, the other passengers waiting with bated breath.)

“I love you,” Nyssa repeats. “I've been in love with you for so long I don't think I can remember a time when I didn't. But I realised recently that it doesn't matter how you feel in return. I realised that how I feel doesn't have to have - conditions. I feel happy just to be able to say it to you because you mean so much to me and -”

“Okay, that's enough,” the officer interrupts, grabbing Nyssa's arm and steering her away.

Laurel doesn't call after Nyssa, so God only knows what she's thinking, but if Nyssa isn't mistaken she can definitely hear a sniffle as she's taken away into a separate room.

Not much is said to her, except that the officer is getting her supervisor, and Nyssa sits back in the chair, sighing. In the distance she can hear the sound of the whistle as the train departs the station, clearly delayed because of Nyssa's desperate last-ditch attempt to explain being a shitty human being to the only person in the world she's truly cared about but nevertheless still en route to Keystone.

And once again - she’s failed.

Nyssa puts her head in her hands, wondering what on earth made her decide to do something so stupid. She hears the door open but doesn't want to look up - that is, until she recognises the familiar scent of red vanilla perfume that she only associates with one person.

“Laurel,” Nyssa breathes. “What are you -?”

And despite everything, it's impossible for Nyssa's heart not to soar at Laurel's attempt at a nonchalant shrug. “I… thought I should try to get you out of this. Not that you haven't been in deeper shit before, but it's still bad. I mean - what would you have done it I were on a plane?”

Nyssa tries to smile. “TSA would probably have me arrested,” she says slowly, “because I would have tried to stop your flight.”

“This isn't like you, Nyssa,” Laurel says softly. “Breaking every rule in the book so you could tell me that you…” She can't quite finish that sentence and looks away. But it’s okay. Nyssa doesn't exactly expect her to.

“Suffice it to say that I am rarely, if ever, able to think straight when it comes to you.”

At first Laurel doesn't reply, just smiles, then her brow creases like she's seriously considering something, her gaze on Nyssa's mouth and then her eyes and then her mouth again. Automatically Nyssa closes her eyes and miraculously she's rewarded a second later when she feels Laurel's lips, warm and sweet and hungry for her, on her own.

When Laurel's kissed all the breath out of her and Nyssa is left gasping for air, she finally pulls away and says quietly, “Nyssa… don’t you dare think straight when it comes to me again, okay?”

“Understood,” Nyssa replies, still breathless and sure Laurel's smudged her lipstick a fair amount from their kiss. Sure enough, Laurel reaches out a second later, uses her finger to wipe away a bit of makeup from the corner of Nyssa's mouth, and Nyssa's heart is racing but after a moment she musters up the courage to ask, “What about your train?”

Laurel laughs now, and it's music to Nyssa's ears, especially when she says, “You asked me to stay, right?”

Nyssa smiles. “I did.” Daringly, she reaches out and touches Laurel's hand where it's still resting on the table, and Laurel squeezes her hand in return.

“Okay. I will.” And like everything with Laurel Lance it is just that simple for her. She grins at Nyssa, then gets to her feet as three annoyed-looking men walk into the room, and Nyssa breathes just a little bit easier - not because Laurel's going to get her out of this hole Nyssa's dug for herself (as per usual) but because by some miracle this beautiful woman she's head over heels in love with is still by her side.

iii. earth-17

Dusk is just starting to fall on one of Coast City’s quieter beaches. A few people are lingering on a couple of deck chairs on the far side of the coast, but as far as Dinah is concerned, there’s only one person with her right now, and that is her soon-to-be wife.

Nyssa is clad in a simple white dress, just like Dinah, wrists and neck decorated with tiny, intricate blue flower chains, the colour of the waves that gently splash forward from behind her. As she approaches Dinah, Nyssa's playing with her engagement ring and Dinah watches as the diamond catches the deep red rays from the glow of the sunset.

Dinah smiles. “Hey, you,” she says when Nyssa reaches her side. Reaching out, Dinah touches her fiancée’s wrist, then slips her fingers through Nyssa's.

“Ya Dinah,” Nyssa says softly, “are you… are you sure about this?”

“Why, are you getting cold feet or something?” Dinah asks playfully, and the quip has left her mouth before she sees the uncertainty on Nyssa's face, and then Dinah's sure her heart has dropped to her stomach in an instance and her face falls. “You're not - getting cold feet, are you?”

Her expression clearing a little, Nyssa raises her eyebrows. “On the contrary, the sand between my toes feels very warm indeed.”

“Nyssa…”

“Dinah,” Nyssa interrupts, “you can't possibly think that I would have a single doubt about marrying you.” Dinah must still look worried, though, because at this Nyssa takes both of Dinah's hands into her own and kisses her knuckles. “My darling, I've dreamt of this day for so long. You know that.”

Dinah's breath catches in her throat now, and words almost fail her before she finally manages, “Save the vows for later, babe,” and Nyssa chuckles. Dinah wouldn't normally feel so choked up - God knows she was too busy worrying about Ollie being late to the altar at her first wedding to really get emotional - but she can't help it. It's happening, really happening. And this is not a pleasant dream that she'll surface from, disappointed and yearning for more, or some tortuous fantasy that she wouldn't ordinarily have even dared to dream until…

… until Lian Yu, until the boat she was on for her honeymoon capsized and her world was literally turned upside-down and to this day Dinah still doesn't quite understand how she emerged it from her ordeal alive.

“Yes,” Dinah says suddenly. Nyssa looks confused for a second. “In answer to your question - yes. I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“You really love me?” Nyssa's voice is soft with disbelief as she leans her forehead against Dinah's and looks her in the eyes.

“With everything in me,” Dinah replies without hesitation. “I always have.”

Nyssa breathes in deeply, then says, “I'm glad. I just - promise me something, please,” Nyssa says.

“Babe,” Dinah says, smiling, “you know I would promise you anything in the world.”

“No boats.”

“No boats,” Dinah repeats. “Cross my heart.”

“I hope this is a good time to interrupt.” Tatsu’s voice makes them both look up. “Hey, partner,” she says to Nyssa, who grins back. “You okay, Dinah?”

“Yeah,” Dinah says faintly, impatiently brushing away the tracks still on her cheeks. “Don't worry. They're - happy tears.”

Tatsu turns to Nyssa. “You wanna get right to it, then?”

“I would like that very much,” Nyssa says warmly.

“I have your vows here,” Tatsu says, handing a small folded square of paper to Dinah, then rummaging in her pocket for a slightly crumpled yellow napkin with Nyssa's familiar messy scrawl on it. Dinah raises her eyebrows at Tatsu, amused, only for Tatsu to shrug and turn to Nyssa.

“I wasn't sure what to write,” she admits to Dinah. “Only worked it out this morning.”

“Just keep talking like you stepped out of a Jane Austen novel and you'll be fine,” Dinah assures Nyssa with a wink.

Nyssa smiles back, moves to stand opposite Dinah. Unfolding her own vows, Dinah fumbles with the paper, her hands shaking a bit until Nyssa stills her with a touch of her fingertips.

“Ready?” Tatsu asks, and when Dinah looks at her she can see their friend’s eyes have lit up with warmth and Dinah knows right then that there is nowhere else any of them would rather be. “Dearly beloved. I am here today to bear witness to the long-anticipated union of Dinah Lance and Nyssa Raatko.”

“You mind if I go first?” Dinah says, and Nyssa's eyes twinkle because she must be thinking what Dinah's thinking. Nyssa just nods after a second, though, feeling Tatsu’s eyes on them, so Dinah takes a deep breath and says, “Nyssa, I...when I first met you, I - I thought I knew how I saw the world. And I thought I had a good idea of what justice meant. But I got you as my partner and… from the very beginning, you made me question everything. I remember you said I made you a better detective but you made me a better person. Because when I saw you, so strong in your convictions, fearless, and the most moral person I've ever known by a mile - you just threw me completely off my game. You're the only person who ever has. And even when I was marrying someone else - my constant was still you. Whatever happened, I always found you by my side. Whether I woke up in a hospital with broken ribs, or you stuck your neck out for me, protected me, after I fucked up with a case, or when I just needed a friend to tell me it was okay - you were always there.

“And when I was - away… the thought of you is what kept me alive. There were times when I felt like dying. But dying would have been easy. And you always taught me that the choice isn't between right and wrong. It's between what’s right and what’s easy. And there was something I wanted so, so much more than leaving this earth - and that was seeing you. You were my north star. My way home.”

“I still can't believe you found your way back to me,” Nyssa whispers through tears. “Sorry, this is beautiful and I'm interrupting…”

“You never have to apologise to me,” Dinah tells her. “Not ever.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Dinah says softly. “And I want the world to know it. You're not just my home, Nyssa. You're my life, and I want to share mine with you forever - as your wife.”

She takes the ring from Tatsu’s open palm, murmuring her thanks to their friend, and Dinah tries to stop her hand trembling as she places the ring on Nyssa's finger.

“Wow. That was… I don't know what to say,” Nyssa says. “I like it when you use your words.”

“I like it even more when you use yours.”

They're both surprised when they hear a sniffle from their friend and officiate, who has to turn away for a second. When Tatsu gathers a bit of composure she turns back to them, mostly stoic once more, clears her throat and says, “Okay. Nyssa?”

“I - when you were gone, Dinah, I never lost hope. I never stopped looking for you. And I wish I could say it was because of some sixth sense that I had, that I knew you were alive, somehow. But the truth is that I couldn't bear to live in a world without you in it. And when you came back to me, against every odd imaginable, something changed. Because I thought I could love you from afar without ever telling you and that I would be content with that. That I could live with that, because that would mean at least I didn't have to live without you.

“So being able to tell you that I love you unconditionally… I have tried, habibti, to say how much it means to be in words, but with you words have always failed me. And I am -” Dinah watches as Nyssa stops to take a breath and hold back the emotion Dinah can see sparkling in her eyes “- I could not be more proud to marry you, to make a vow to stand by you. It means the world to me. And so do you.”

“You always love to one-up me, huh?” Dinah says teasingly. “That was really nice.”

“Here you go,” says Tatsu, giving Nyssa the remaining ring, and she slips it onto Dinah's ring finger with the biggest smile that lights up her eyes and flushes her cheeks a faint shade of pink. “So, by the power vested in me by the, uh, email-order ministry, I hereby declare Dinah Laurel Lance and Nyssa Raatko to be legally bound. Ladies, you may kiss your -”

But then Tatsu bursts out laughing because Dinah's already pulled Nyssa towards her and after a second, Tatsu smiles, slipping away from her friends’ entwined silhouettes. And Dinah's world isn't the hot sand between her toes or the noisy rush of the tide slowly approaching them or salty Coast City breeze filling her nose, but the woman in her arms whispering sweet everythings in her ear.

iv. earth-2

Dinah's lying on her side on her bed, staring blankly at the stars, when Amina climbs from her roof onto Dinah's. Amina grins at her best friend, whose eyes immediately widen at the sight of her. She runs to open the window to let Amina in.

Amina doesn't hesitate, for once, and immediately ducks her head so she can enter through the window and throw her arms around Dinah, and Amina can't help but breathe in deeply as she buries her nose in Dinah's shoulder and for a fleeting second she's pretty sure Dinah's lifted her off her feet. Dinah smells of flowers and perfume and summer, like she always has, but most of all of home.

“I missed you,” Amina says with a contented sigh when they finally pull away. Automatically Dinah takes Amina’s hand so they can sit on the bed next to each other.

“I missed you too. And not just because AP English isn't the same without you.”

“I miss it,” Amina says, and Dinah just shakes her head fondly. “I can’t wait to catch up with everything.”

“That makes one of us.” Dinah visibly hesitates, now, and then says tentatively, “How's Mrs Raatko doing?”

At this Amina looks away. “The same,” she says quietly. “They said there's nothing they can do, even in National City.”

“I wish there was something I could do,” Dinah says softly. Amina closes her eyes, for in that moment Dinah touches her cheek and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I wanna help.”

“Dinah Lance,” Amina says fondly, “always trying to save the world.”

But Dinah shakes her head. “No. I don’t care about the world. Just you and your world - which obviously includes your mom.”

Appropriately timed, a ginger cat jumps onto the windowsill and meows loudly in protest.

“And Mittens, right?” Amina asks. Dinah smiles, and Amina groans inwardly because of course her best friend knows what Amina is doing, trying to lighten the mood and pretend everything is okay when it's anything but. Yet thankfully Dinah humours her after a second.

“I already saved him once, but fine, okay. Him too.”

Silence falls, but it's the comfortable kind that they're both used to. Amina looks out of the window, marvelling at the view of the stars when she turns her head a little. The moon is a thin, barely-there crescent in the inky sky, but its light is still bright and it beautifies ever star it shines upon.

They've been here before, more than a few times, watching the constellations scattered across the heavens above. Dinah would lay her head on Amina’s shoulder, listening to Amina name them - Andromeda, Orion, Scorpius - pointing to each one she saw. Amina would tell Dinah a tale she learned in Hebrew school about how God created the sun and the moon on the fourth day, and because the moon was smaller in size He created companions in the stars that surrounded her. And Dinah would look up, smile at her, face lit up by the glow of the half-moon, and say: That’s beautiful.

Amina would smile back, whisper: So are you.

“I don't know what to do,” Amina says at last. “Mom has all but given up. She says that if it's time for her to go… that's her fate.”

“And you?” Dinah asks. “What do you think?”

“I mean - I believe in fate. In what is written for me.”

But Dinah surprises her with what she says next. “You can't seriously believe that.”

Amina finds she’s stung by this, unexpectedly so. “That doesn't mean I'm going to just let my mother go,” she says. “But if something happens - I get that it's out of my hands. Even if I don't know what I'm gonna do if she -”

“The doctors will find a way,” Dinah insists, taking Amina’s hand. “I promise.”

At this Amina shakes her head and despite herself she can feel the beginnings of a smile on her lips because that is just something Dinah would say. “You can't possibly promise that. Believer or not.”

Dinah sighs. “Maybe I can’t. Fine. Then I promise - I promise that whatever happens… I'll be there for you. Now and forever.”

Amina wants to promise the same in return. She should. But she opens her mouth and can't form the words, can't form any words, because it’s like she’s finally cracked. It’s a long time coming, really, because Amina hasn’t let herself cry - that would make all of this real and she wouldn’t be able to stay strong for her mother like she promised her she always would. But now, here she is, tears dripping down her cheeks. She barely registers Dinah pulling her close, gently stroking her hair.

“Shhh.”

“I'm sorry, I just -”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Dinah says firmly. Then, as if she's read Amina’s mind, she leans her forehead against her best friend’s and adds, “And you're my best friend and I love you so don't think for a second that you owe me anything in return.”

She says that last quickly, and Amina smiles, really smiles, now, because how could she not, when Dinah's gazing at her like that through hooded lids, eyes dark and wanting? Amina realises she's waiting, though, because Dinah doesn't lean forward, just holds her gaze steadily until Amina says suddenly, “Dinah, close your eyes.”

Dinah's brow creases for a second but then she sits up and does as she's told, looking like she's holding her breath.

It's not that Amina hasn't kissed her before. She has. And vice versa. But this is different. She's not sure if it's because of the tiny beams of starlight filtering through the darkest of shadows into Dinah's bedroom, or because she's suddenly acutely aware of how warm Dinah’s thigh feels pressed against hers.

Amina puts her arms around Dinah's neck, moving her hair out of the way, and then kisses her. And usually their kisses are light and quick, or languid and vaguely experimental, but this time it's neither - Amina kisses with a desperation and thirst that it feels like her life depends on it. She kisses her like a drowning woman with Dinah as her sole source of oxygen, so hard that there's no way she's imagining how swollen red Dinah's lips look when they finally come up for air.

But Dinah, it seems, is hungry for her too, intent on touching every inch of her she can reach. Amina reaches out, tangles her fingers with Dinah's as she falls back against the pillows.

They don't need words, not really, but Amina says them anyway, pressing promises into Dinah's palm and then covering it with her own hand, like their palms are a book’s pages and her vow to love her a flower to put in between.

Amina doesn't know that she can't keep her promise, that a day from now her mother will depart this world and she'll have to leave forever to the other side of the world to be with her father and sister without saying goodbye because she can’t take more pain. She has no idea about who Dinah will become in the years that follow, how everyone she loves will leave her, on a boat, in a taxi, in missed calls and unanswered texts, and she'll wake one day with a terrible sonic scream that shatters glass and bursts eardrums. Certainly, Amina doesn't know what Dinah will become, shifting from earth to earth, villain to villain, prison to prison.

(And some days, when she's in Nyssa's safe house on earth-1 and she sees a sliver of the moon in the star-strewn sky - Black Siren watches the glittering constellations, and like she’s done every single night since Amina left, she wishes on a star that she’s still here, beneath the same heavens as her.)

“[Hashem ordered, ‘The moon’s] light shall be one-sixtieth of its previous strength.’ The moon complained to Hashem at her plight and, so that she should not remain utterly without comfort, Hashem gave her companions – the stars.”

–Naomi Alderman, Disobedience

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