#this is pretty open ended as to why Brady is having a moment but I'm still working it out

[swifty-fox]

please can you do [ground] from the prompts list? ship of your choice ;)

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

*spins wheel* Little Beasts Blakely and Brady

"Jack."

Brady barely hears his name, clenched fingers damp with dishwater, dripping over peeling linoleum counters and dripping onto the floor they were planning to tear up next. Replace it with something nice, something a little classic. He'd found this peach-colored tile he thought would look nice with the yellow cabinets. Warm and bright. The sun was setting, fading light warm on his body where it filtered through the window over the sink

"Jack."

He hums in the back of his throat, stares at the area code on his phone as it vibrates. vibrates. vibrates. vib-

"Five things John, what can you see?"

Brady inhales, digs his fingernails into the linoleum as if he could dent it like butter "The swing outside. The cupboards need dusting. The-the floor tile. Sarah's schoolbooks. Your mom's Christmas card."

"Four."

Four things he could touch, or perhaps touch him as a pair of soft-skinned hands slide across his jawline, cupping his face and stroking the tight clenched masseter muscle on either side.

"Your hands. The water, it's cold. The dishrag. The counter."

Blakely walks him through the rest of the list, three things he can hear (Everett's voice, the TV in the other room, the dishwasher running), two things he can smell (Ev's cologne, the leftovers of breakfast) and one thing to taste, the mint chapstick on Blakely's lips as he kisses him lightly.

The phone stops ringing somewhere in the process, the screen black and silent. Everett smiles at him, crinkles around his eyes and brown hair carefully styled off his face. He was dressed in a white button down and a soft brown sweater, dressed for work and probably running late for helping Brady through his lapse in control.

"Better?" He asks, strokes Brady's cheek again.

"I'll manage." he says roughly.

'I'll cancel improv, we can have a movie night with Sarah instead."

"You don't have to do that," Brady insists, to proud to sound miserable.

"I love you," is all Blakely supplies in argument, which was more than enough.

[avonne-writes]

55 on the prompt list omg!!! mutual pining/oblivious hs au buck x bucky would be so funny (and sweet and fluffy)

Thank you for the prompt! Indeed, it’s perfect for my High School AU 🥰 This is set in 9th grade before they start dating, so Bucky is 15 and Gale is 14. The earliest installment of the series so far!

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55. Mutual Pining (+ Oblivious)

Gale has been standing in the Brady family's kitchen for at least fifteen minutes now, stuck in a conversation with one of Brady’s sisters. He doesn’t know how to excuse himself politely, and she's good at rolling the discussion forward practically by herself. He wonders why she doesn’t just ignore him like she did the other boys Brady invited. Does she have a crush on him? But she's two years older!

His friends are all in the basement, playing video games, but Gale offered Brady's mom a helping hand with distributing the snacks. He followed her to the kitchen, but he never made it back to the others, because Lena just latched onto him. She asked him about his hair and things got out of Gale's control. So here he is, clutching a blue plastic bowl filled with chips, standing awkwardly in the open space between the kitchen island and the counter. Leaning on the island, Lena blocks his way out.

Gale's mind can’t help but worry that he’s gonna miss out on something. It’s a miracle that he was even invited. Having an actual friend group instead of individual friends is a new experience for him. And most of these boys are on the soccer team. They're much more social than he is. He’s pretty sure Brady only invited him because Bucky asked him to sit with them at lunch and he overheard them talking about this.

Bucky...

Gale sighs, a painful sensation twisting in his chest. Will he have any more opportunities to be close to Bucky today? He curses himself for his eagerness to make a good impression on Brady’s mom, because if he hadn't done that, he would be with Bucky now, and he wouldn’t have lost a single moment together. What if Bucky gets too into the game they're playing and won't talk to him any more tonight? What if Gale is pushed to the side of the group, excluded from it all? Forgotten?

If only he could tell Lena that he doesn’t like girls, he could be free. Or maybe not? Maybe she just wants to make friends. Why would she even like Gale, when he's so - so doll-like. Almost like a girl, except he’s thin, tall and flat, and his voice keeps getting deeper. But his lips look like a kiss emoji. He especially hates how pale his cheeks are, because he knows just how bright pink they blush when he's embarrassed or excited. Lately, his cheeks are on fire all the time.

The reason why is loud, chatty, and so attractive that Gale feels a tingling sensation in his stomach every time he sees him.

Thinking about him is enough to make heat rise to Gale's face already. Him, him, him. His bright smile, his dark blue eyes, his curls, his silly jokes and the games he plays with Gale in secret when they share a desk in school. The way he always chooses Gale first to be on his team in P.E., and how he claps Gale on the back or fistbumps him when they score. Once, he even gave Gale a hug after a particularly nice basketball play. It was one of the best days of Gale's life so far.

Gale can feel this... this fire growing inside of him. It has never been this intense before, never so desperate that he couldn’t feel hunger, thirst or tiredness when he thought about it. But that’s how it is nowadays. Is this what love is? He thinks about it every day, every hour. I'm in love, goes his mind, and each time, it feels different, sweet and bitter and unbearable. One minute, he never wants it to end, then the next, he wishes he could tear it right out of his chest.

How does no one else see it on his face?

"You’re not like Johnny's other friends." Lena tells him in a sweet voice, drawing his attention back to the present. He has no idea what she said in the past few minutes. "You’re much nicer. Smarter too."

Gale hugs the bowl to his stomach, pulls his shoulders up and gives her an embarrassed smile. "Thanks."

"Actually, do you wanna -"

Gale never learns what she was going to suggest, because a cheerful voice interrupts her question.

"Buck! Are they holding you hostage?" Bucky calls out from the top of the stairs leading to the basement, based on the echo.

"I'm here!" Gale yells, and promptly wants to bury himself under a pile of sand. I'm here? That wasn’t even an answer to Bucky's playful question, it made no sense at all. Oh God, what does Bucky think of him now? He must think that Gale’s a weirdo, socially awkward charity case, but Gale’s not like that at all, he’s usually calm and funny. He just wants to be liked so much that he loses all common sense, apparently.

Before he could beat himself up over it, footsteps approach, and Bucky walks into the kitchen. Gale's face brightens automatically. He smiles, and Bucky smiles back before he directs his eyes at Lena.

"Hey, Lenny, how's it going?" He says, flicking her long hair as he walks past her. Tar coils in Gale's throat at the sight, but he swallows it down.

She blushes, but doesn’t look pleased to see Bucky. "We're kind of busy, Bucky."

"Oh, busy?" Bucky teases, glancing between them and smirking. Gale widens his eyes in an expression that's meant to convey a heartfelt hell no.

"You’re so childish." Lena huffs, but Bucky doesn’t look at her again.

He stops next to Gale with a hand on the kitchen counter, and uses the back of the other to swat Gale's arm. "Hear that, Buck, I’m childish."

Gale's blood turns into an electric current in his veins. He stares into Bucky’s eyes, mesmerized by the playfulness shining in their blue depths. "Where's the lie?"

Bucky grins at him for a long moment, then reaches into the bowl Gale's holding, grabs a few chips and pops them in his mouth. It takes Gale a second too long to realize that he shouldn't watch him so intensely, so revealingly. He casts his gaze down before he looks back up, unable to keep his eyes off Bucky. He’s sure he's super obvious. Still, he can’t help but lean a bit closer until his elbow brushes Bucky's arm, as if by accident.

God, he has no idea how he gets away with it without Bucky flinching away from him. After all, he’s aware of Bucky's reputation as someone who has a new girlfriend every week. Rumours are, that's what he did last year in his previous school and what he plans on continuing this year. It's only October, so he’s still single, but Gale’s sure it won't be for too long.

A sad voice in him wonders if he'll stop trying to befriend Gale when that happens. He won't have space in his life for new friends when dating takes up all his time. Perhaps that will be for the better. Gale's hopeless crush on his clearly heterosexual best friend could die then. It will be harder to say goodbye to the best friend part. He has never really met anyone else he felt so attuned to. No one has matched his puzzle piece like Bucky does. They're on the same wavelength.

He hears a huff from Lena. "Okay. Whatever. See you later, Gale."

"See you!" Gale says in a haste, feeling guilty as she walks away. But it only lasts for a split second, because next thing he knows, Bucky's ruffling his hair.

"Way to go, Buck." He teases.

Gale bats Bucky's hand away because he loves its touch so much he can’t stand it, but Bucky just pushes Gale's hand back and they end up hand-wrestling for a moment before Gale drops his arm.

"Do you think she likes me?" He shudders.

Bucky makes a jokingly spluttering sound. "She likes all pretty blonds."

Flames light up on Gale’s cheeks. He can feel the heat rolling off his skin, mixing with Bucky's warmth because they're the same height and they're standing so close. Pretty... Bucky thinks he's pretty.

"But the question is, do you like her?" Bucky asks, and his voice sounds off. Clearly wanting her all to himself, which is fair enough, she's beautiful. It must be painful to pine for her when she doesn’t feel the same. Gale knows exactly how that feels, ever since his first day of this school year when he got seated next to the most fun person in their entire year.

"I don't." He replies. But I like you. I like you. I really, really -

"I think you dodged a bullet there." Bucky snorts, and something eases in him, makes him relax until he’s like water, loose in his body, confident and at ease while he’s with Gale. He throws an arm around Gale's shoulders and fishes his phone out of his pocket. His scent fills Gale's nose. "That reminds of this TikTok..."

As they lean over the small screen, their heads bend closer together, almost touching. If Gale was brave enough, if he thought he had even a morsel of a chance, he could turn a few degrees and kiss Bucky. His lips would be salty from the chips, he figures. Would there be a trace of soda sweetness there or only the salt?

He swallows, barely seeing the video, but he laughs along with Bucky. They fall silent, except for the occasional chuckle, as one clip plays after the other. Standing there alone at the kitchen counter, close enough in their loose half-embrace that Gale could convince himself for a moment that Bucky is his.

Oh, what a sweet daydream.

A text pops up on Bucky’s phone. It’s from someone named "Luis Vutton", misspelled like that.

'your round goes to Buck if youre not here in -5 minutes'

"Asshole." Bucky snickers and texts back a middle finger emoji. To Gale's disappointment, he pulls his arm back and takes a step away. "We're doing a FIFA tournament. I got you first, then Brady. Looks like he can’t wait to get his ass kicked by me."

Gale gives him a lopsided smile as he falls into step with him, walking back to the stairs. "What about you, ready to lose on your first game?"

Bucky grins at him. "Quite the confidence for someone who knows nothing about soccer."

"Shut up, I know plenty." Gale bumps into Bucky. It’s true - since Bucky befriended him, Gale has watched so many soccer games and read so many articles that he feels like he knows more than enough.

"Nerd." Bucky bumps him back. His comment doesn’t make much sense, but Gale's stomach flips all the same. "You're still up against the defending champion though."

"That so?"

Bucky hums as he starts descending the stairs. "I'm a natural. Got the hands for it."

He stops two steps down from Gale and turns to hold one of his palms up. Gale doesn’t even think about it, although he should have because he’s being weird, but he presses his own palm to Bucky's. His hand isn’t small at all, but the tips of his fingers only reach the last knuckle of Bucky's.

Bucky gives him a smile that's so amused and giddy that his eyes become half-moons. "See?"

"You comin', or what?" Brady’s voice calls, and they both drop their hands.

Bucky gives Gale a wink, then bounds down the stairs. Gale needs a deep breath before he’s ready to follow him.

If only daydreams came true!

[kelcemenow]

Let's Stay Together.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2112

Warnings Some strong-ish language and some angst and fluff.

This fic is a request from @fantasywritersstuff and I loved the idea but really struggled to make Travis behave like an asshole! But I think I've done alright with this one! "Hey!! So I have an idea for a request for Travis ! I say him and the reader have a really bad fight/argument and he says something really mean and instantly regrets it and tries anything to get reader to forgive him and in the end they make up !!"

Your eyes scanned over the script on the laptop screen in front of you. Your agent had sent over some scenes for a role in a new movie that the producer and director wanted to see you for and you were intrigued. You had made a name for yourself in your teenage years, starring in Disney movies, usually musical based and after a short break from acting to focus on a singing career, you were keen to delve into more mature characters.

As you read the last few lines, you heard keys jingle by the front door and when it opened, Travis walked in with his practice bag, slightly red-faced and sweaty.

"Hey baby!" He shouted through to the lounge.

You craned your neck in his direction, "Hey! I'm in here."

He made his way to you, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"How was practice?"

He slumped down on the sofa next to you, "Crushed it, baby. You know me, catching shit and running it to the end, man."

You smiled and rolled your eyes, returning to your laptop screen, "Same old, same old?"

"That's right." He shuffled closer, "Whatcha doing?"

"Carl sent me a movie script to look at."

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? What is it?"

You began to type a response, "It's an action, spy type thing. The role they want me for is the femme fatale sort of woman. It's pretty sexy, actually."

He rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, "I don't mind helping you practice for that.'

You giggled, "I'm sure you don't."

"So, you gonna do it?"

You twisted your mouth, "Maybe, I don't know. I'm asking Carl who else is involved."

"Sounds interesting, baby. You'd kill it." He rose from the sofa, "You thought about what you want for dinner?"

"No, not really."

Travis grabbed his phone from his pocket, "I can order takeout if you want?"

You smiled up at him, "Yeah, sure!"

You were just about to close your laptop when the sound of an email notification chimed. You opened your emails to see a reply from Carl.

After tapping it open, you laughed, "Oh Trav, you'll never guess who I'd be acting opposite?"

Travis stared down at his screen, "Shoot."

"Tom Brady."

There was a silent pause before Travis turned his head to you, "No way. That's crazy."

You breathed another laugh as you read from the screen, "Yeah. Apparently he's branching out into more acting and he's playing one of the male leads."

Travis furrowed his brow, "You can't be serious?"

"Yeah, that's what it says." You pointed to the screen.

"No, I mean you can't be serious about doing it?"

You jerked your head back in confusion, "Why not?"

"Because it's Brady. Babe...I can't watch you getting all freaky with some guy I used to play against. You can't do it."

"Why can't I?

You watched him as he paced the floor, "Because I don't want to see that."

"Since when do you tell me what I can and can't do?"

He stood still for a moment, holding his hands out in front of him, "I told you, I don't want to see you getting fucked by Brady."

You tilted your head to one side in defence, "There isn't even a sex scene, and even if there was, It's acting, Travis."

"It's stupid!" He raised his voice.

"Excuse me?"

"This whole, acting comeback thing that you're trying to do is so stupid. Why can't you just be happy the way things are?"

You closed your laptop quickly, "My job is stupid?"

"Yeah." He breathed as he ran his hands over his buzzed head, "No, no. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"

You picked up your laptop and quickly got up from the sofa, "You're an asshole, Travis."

"Baby...Y/N, I didn't mean-"

You cut him off by slamming the bedroom door shut. You could feel the anger rising in your chest and shakiness in your hands. The one person who you needed to support you was Travis. You had supported him through his years playing football but you were bored of being the trophy wife. Staying at home whilst he was away for games, cheering him on in the stands, being on his arm at events. You wanted more and your passion had always been acting.

You stepped out through the doors on onto your balcony area, holding onto the rail and breathing the fresh Missouri air deep into your lungs, desperate to calm down. You stared off into the trees, watching them move gently as you bit down on your bottom lip. You didn't turn around when you heard footsteps behind you, you weren't ready to speak to Travis yet. Instead, you continued to glare straight forward, tightening your grip on the cool metal in your hands.

Travis cleared his throat, "I ordered dinner...your favourite."

"Okay." You said plainly, with no expression in your voice.

There was a moment of silence before you felt Travis' hand on your waist. You twisted away from his touch, hearing him sigh with disappointment behind you before his footsteps signalled that he had left the balcony.

You took another deep breath, filled with hurt but also a feeling of surprise. You had been with Travis since college and married for 3 years. He knew that after a disagreement, all you needed was space. The fact that he followed you outside and attempted to touch you was confusing to you.

"He must really be sorry." You thought to yourself as you turned on your heels and walked back into the house.

As you paced towards the kitchen to make yourself a drink, you noticed that Travis was nowhere to be seen. You peered out of the window to see that his car was also gone. You shrugged your shoulder slightly and opened the fridge, reaching for some orange juice.

As you were flicking through Netflix, the front door opened and Travis walked in, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. You looked at him briefly before turning back to the TV screen. The sofa dipped as he sat down next to you, almost waiting for you for acknowledge his presence. The tension was thick and when Travis cleared his throat, you turned your head slowly towards him.

"Y/N, baby. I am so sorry." His eyes pleaded, his hands held out the flowers.

You gave him a soft smile, "Thank you for the flowers. But it doesn't fix what you said."

"What does then?"

"I don't know." You stood up, taking the flowers from him and disappearing into the kitchen.

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The rest of the evening had been exceptionally awkward. You had avoided Travis as much as possible, staying away in separate rooms of the house and when you went to bed, he didn't come with you. Instead, you noticed that he had stayed the night on the sofa. The morning sun shone on his face as he slept, a blanket pulled up to his waist and a cushion under his head.

You continued with your Sunday morning as usual, brewing a pot of coffee and making pancakes whilst singing to the radio. You were halfway through Is This Love by Bob Marley, dancing with the pan in your hand when Travis appeared in the doorway.

"Are any of those for me?"

You picked up two plates from the cupboard above your head, "Sure."

"Does that mean that you've forgiven me?"

You shot him a look.

He held his hands up in defence, "Baby, please. Listen to me?"

"Honestly, I don't know what you can say to make all of this better, so we'd both be wasting our time."

Travis took hold of your hands, pulling them away from the pancakes, "I love you so much and I am a jackass for what I said. Honestly, you are the best thing that I have in my life and I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe jealousy...I don't know. But what I do know is that I will support you in whatever you do."

"Travis, the pancakes are gonna burn."

"I don't give a shit. I will do anything for you to love me again."

You rolled your eyes, "I do love you, that won't stop. I'll always love you. But I can be pissed at you...which I am."

Travis lowered his head just as a song began playing on the radio that made him look back up at you.

"I, I'm so in love with you."

You tried to hold your face straight as he began to sway his hips as he sang.

"Whatever you want to do, is alright with me."

You could feel your lips curling upwards when he pulled you closer, "'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."

You hid your slight smile by looking at your feet but Travis used his finger to lift your chin, "Our wedding song. Man, what a day that was. You looked even more beautiful that I could ever imagine. I couldn't stop staring at you all day and all night. I just kept reminding myself that I am the luckiest guy in the world. And I was certainly the luckiest guy that night."

You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were close to his ear, "You'll have to do better than that, big guy. Enjoy your burnt pancakes."

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You smiled at Donna, as she returned to her seat next to you at Music Hall Kansas City. Travis and Jason has gotten their Mom up as a special guest for the New Heights Podcast Live Show and she grabbed at your arm.

"Did I do okay?"

"Are you kidding?" You beamed at her, "You were awesome! Did you hear them? They love you!"

The crowd were still cheering as Travis stood up, the microphone held tightly in his right hand.

"Okay, Kansas City. I need y'all to help me out with something now." His left arm was outstretched towards the audience, "You all know my smokin' hot wife is here tonight."

The crowd went wild again as you felt your cheeks burn slightly.

"And your boy Travis has been a jackass."

The noise continued as he hung his head.

"Uh oh!" Jason shouted into his microphone, glancing over to you in you seat, "What did you do, Travis?"

"I said something stupid, man!"

"Is your mouth getting you in trouble again?" Jason asked from his seat.

Travis rubbed the back of his neck, nervously, "I'm in the doghouse, man. So, KC! Can you help me to get back in the good books please?"

You turned to Donna who was grinning at you. The crowd were still cheering so loud that your ears were ringing.

"Oh baby, let's...let's stay together." Travis closed his eyes and sang into the microphone.

You giggled as he began to dance around the stage and the crowd started to join in.

"Lovin' you whether, whether, times are good or bad, happy or sad!"

Jason accompanied by clapping along and Donna placed her hand onto your back, urging you to get onto the stage. Travis held his hand out and beckoned to you. You widened your eyes as you rose to your feet, with help from Donna.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah! Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad!"

You stepped onto the stage, the lights blinding your right side. You smiled at Travis and watched as he continued, urging the crowd to join in louder.

"I, I'm so in love with you. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me." He closed his eyes again and gripped the microphone with both hands as he attempted the high note.

You laughed loudly and walked towards him.

"'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."

Once you were face to face with him, you placed your hands on his strong jawline, singing back to him.

"Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together. Ooh, loving you forever, is what I need. Let me, be the one you come running to, I'll never be untrue."

You pressed a kiss to his lips, without tongues but still just as passionate. His arms snaked around your waist and he lifted you off the ground for a couple of seconds, the crowd reacting with loud cheers.

Once he had lowered you back down onto the stage, he lifted the microphone back to his mouth, "We did it KC!"

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I found it so hard to be mad at him...and to stay mad at him! I kept imagining his sad face and I kept melting! I hope this was what you were wanting? And keep the requests coming!!

Taglist @kkrenae

[hannahmanderr]

hi hannah do i even have to say what i’m gonna ask for the new ask game it’s starts with gray and ends with ghost (also take your time with the other ones i am Waiting™️ behind your Window™️👁️)

"Pretty pleeeaaase? I'll do whatever you want!"

Valerie all but slammed her locker shut. "Nathan. You've been asking me the same question for the past three years. What gives you any idea that my answer is going to change now?"

She hated to embarrass him, especially in front of so many people giggling at his latest failed attempt, but she had long since lost what little patience she might've had for these shenanigans. Frankly, she had half a mind to report him to Lancer for harassment, at this point.

She closed her eyes and pressed her back up against the locker. "Look," she said, trying desperately to reign in her temper, "I'm... flattered, alright? But no means no. End of story."

"Why not?" The bouquet of flowers hung limply at his side. "Everyone knows you still don't have a date!"

In typical high school fashion, a chorus of "ooh"s rose up from the crowd. Valerie's face burned. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, she didn't know. Probably both.

She straightened up and took a step towards Nathan, who immediately cowered away. "I swear, Davies," she growled, "if you don't back off, I'll -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" A body pushed itself in between her and Nathan, holding placating hands up to her.

She blinked in surprise. "Danny?"

Whispers erupted from the onlookers. Danny glanced at them nervously, but didn't change his stance. "J-just... let's take a second, okay?"

She couldn't deny that much of her anger evaporated the moment her eyes landed on Danny, but before she could say anything, he'd turned to Nathan.

"I think there, uh, might be some misunderstanding about the best way to ask a girl out," he said with a shy grin.

"What would you know about that, Fenton?" someone hollered from within the crowd. A bout of giggling circled the hallway.

Valerie's fire reignited. She turned to the direction of the voice (who had sounded suspiciously like Brady Ibarra) and made to give them a piece of her mind, but a cool hand caught hers.

She nearly snapped at Danny too, for stopping her, but the grin on his face melted her heart (and didn't it always?). Not enough to keep her from glaring at him, but it just made his grin widen that much more.

"It's easy," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was talking to her, Nathan, or the hecklers.

"Valerie..." He shifted his hand so that his fingers tucked under hers, and her heart skipped a beat. "Do you wanna go to senior prom with me?"

A couple of freshmen at the front of the group squealed, and for a moment, Valerie was too stunned to react. Three years after she'd called things off, and he suddenly comes out of nowhere asking her to prom?

But she couldn't find it within herself to be angry. They had managed to stay close despite the breakup, and there had been plenty of times over the years that she'd regretted ever making that decision.

And so she grinned right back at Danny. "See?" she said, looking past his shoulder at Nathan, who stood there with his mouth wide open. "That's more like it."

Then, to Danny, she looked him right in the eye and squeezed his hand under hers. "You're on, Fenton."

They were both smiling like idiots and standing there with red hot blushes, but she couldn't really find it within herself to care, not even when Nathan sprinted away, choking back cries of despair.

With no more drama to be privy to, the crowd quickly dispersed, though Valerie was certain she heard more than one comment about some sort of bet. No doubt Tucker was behind it. She'd be more than happy to straighten him out later.

With his free hand, Danny fidgeted with his hair. "Sorry about that," he said sheepishly. "I just heard Nathan giving you a hard time again, and everyone was watching, and I know he wouldn't leave you alone..."

"It's okay," she laughed. "I had it handled, you know. I'm not some damsel in distress."

His eyes widened to comical margins, and before she could blink, he had yanked his hand back from hers in embarrassment. "Sorry! Sorry, I - er, I never thought, you know - wasn't trying toooo you know what, I'm just gonna, uh, go now."

He turned to leave, and now it was Valerie's turn to catch his hand. "And just where do you think you're going? We've got a date to plan."

"Huh?" The poor boy looked genuinely confused for a moment before his eyes widened even more, if that was even possible. "Oh! N-no, I didn't - I wasn't really trying t-to ask, I mean, I wouldn't - not -"

Valerie's face fell a bit. "So, you don't want to go to prom with me?"

"No! I - I mean yes! I mean - ughhhh, I didn't mean for that to be how I asked you, I had something else so much better planned and -" He shut his mouth tight and his whole face turned cherry red as his own words hit him.

She couldn't help it. She laughed out loud. "You really are something, Danny."

He peeked up at her from behind his bangs. "Something good I hope?" he asked timidly.

She responded by intertwining her fingers with his and stepping closer. "Obviously." Her smile was teasing, but it still elicited a smile of his own.

He sagged with relief. "I still can't believe I screwed that up, I had this whole plan and everything," he said through breathless, disbelieving laughs.

"Don't worry, you can make it up to me. I still want to see this big plan of yours, and I want to see if you can pull it off without tripping over your own pants."

That sent him into another round of sputtering, and she started giggling again as she led him down the hallway.

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

How about fake amnesia with Hambone/Charlotte?

[Brady is a terrible liar; Douglass and Blakely can't keep a straight face to save their lives]

Charlotte finishes her shift with minimum fuss and happily passes her charts to Flossie, feeling a spring in her step as she steps out of the hospital. Howard went up today, but she'd seen Brady's fort come back when they'd all stepped outside to check for injury flares as the boys had come back. It's been long enough since everyone landed that Howard should be out of interrogation, and Charlotte hopes they have time for a walk before they have to split off for dinner. 

She rounds the near corner of the hospital to start cutting closer to the main section of the base, and she comes up short when she see Brady standing with Douglass and Blakely, tapping his pipe against his knuckles. "Good evening, gentlemen," she greets. "Coming to visit someone."

Brady's eyes look pinched when he looks at Charlotte. "Came looking for you, actually. Hambone smacked his head pretty good today, and he seems to have lost his memory."

Charlotte cocks her head. "What?" she says. 

"Amnesia," Blakely says, and there's a bright sort of look in his eyes. "Not too bad. He remembers where he is, but we asked him if he was gonna see you tonight, and he said he doesn't know you."

"Seemed really confused," Douglass adds, and Charlotte notices that Brady's eyes are getting squintier. 

Charlotte looks between the three of them, then puts her hands on her hips. "Fellas, you're having fun with me," she says, tone sharp. "You can't think I'd fall for this. I read every medical book the Red Cross had in the library. You don't get amnesia from a little bump on the head."

Brady looks relieved. He opens his mouth, but then Blakely steps in front of him, eyes going wide and innocent. "Charlotte, I'm telling you, his memory's all fuzzed up. You should definitely check on him."

"Right now. Immediately," Douglass adds. "He's by the fort."

Charlotte lets out a tsk. It makes Douglass and Blakely take a step back, knowing from experience it's the first sign she's getting steamed. "If his memory was messy like you say, you'd have rushed him to Doc Smokey," she points out. "You wouldn't be running up to find me just as my shift in ending."

"Charlotte," Brady says, and he shoves between Blakely and Douglass so he can see her and she can see him. "I promise, this is nothing mean. Just kind of stupid. Could you play along?"

Charlotte bites the tip of her tongue, considering. "Whose idea started whatever this is?" she asks. 

"Hambone," Brady says.

Charlotte considers his request. He still looks pained, like he really doesn't want to be part of this. Douglass and Blakely look excited, maybe even gleeful. Charlotte knows as well as they do that Howard's ideas can range from excellent to very, very bad and that there's very little in-between. But Howard wouldn't ever do anything to hurt or embarrass her. Not on purpose. 

"Okay, fine," she says and drops her hands from her hips. "I'll go to the hardstand. Which one?"

"Three," Brady says. "Thank you."

Charlotte shakes her head and steps around them. She hears Blakely chide Brady for 'nearly giving it away,' but Charlotte disagrees. She has no idea why Howard's faking amnesia, and she can't believe Howard actually thinks she'd believe Brady and Douglass and Blakely when she is, first of all, a trained nurse, and second of all, aware of their love of pranks, and third of all, not stupid in the least.

She makes it to hardstand three. Hambone is leaned against the side of the fort, broad shoulders obvious even in his flight suit. She feels herself smiling at the sight of him. He's looking at the sky, and his hair is bright gold in the setting sun. He looks so welcoming. She wants to run to him and let him catch her against his chest like she usually greets him, but he has fake amnesia, so she approaches directly but not hurriedly. 

He catches sight of her, and for a moment, he beams like she's the best thing he's ever seen. Charlotte has to cover her mouth with her fingers when he jerks and immediately drops the smile, clearly realizing he's not supposed to recognize her. 

"Lieutenant Hamilton," she greets, walking up with her hands behind her back. Very proper. "A few of the boys came and found me and said you hit your head."

Howard looks at her for a long moment, a pretty good facsimile of confusion on his face. "I'm sorry, Miss, do I know you?"

Charlotte goes up on her toes and bites the inside of her cheek so she doesn't laugh at the way he can't help but notice her. Her uniform isn't anything special, but she's small and buxom, and she knows how much Howard likes the combination. "I'm Nurse Thorton," she says. "Charlotte," she adds. "You and I, we're…friendly."

Howard tips his head to the side. "Friendly? Can't imagine someone as pretty as you being friendly with me."

Charlotte lets her grin out. He's doing a good job playing dumb. "Oh, it was real easy," she says. "You're a very sweet man."

"I've heard I can be a bit of a hound," he says. 

Charlotte shrugs. "A bit," she admits. "A little crass, even. But you're nice and you're smart, and you've never done anything but be sweet to me."

"That so?" Howard asks, and he leans forward a little at the waist. Not close enough to be within kissing range, but closer. 

Charlotte nods and takes one step closer. "I know I look very innocent and shockable, but I'm not. Not really. And you like that we can laugh at the same sort of jokes."

"What sort of jokes?"

"All sorts." Charlotte grins wide and taps her foot against the toe of Howard's boot. "You were real surprised the first time I told a dirty one. You didn't think I could know one."

"Because you look like an angel," Howard says, then laughs softly. "Well, shoot, I blew it."

Charlotte laughs and throws her arms around his waist, tipping her head back so he'll dip down and kiss her. "Why are you playing amnesia?" she asks. "And why would you try to get John in on it? He's a worse liar than me."

"Oh, he's downright awful," Howard agrees as he wraps his arms around her back. "But I wanted to give you something, and I wanted to have a little fun with it. Make you smile before I even gave it to you."

Charlotte tips her chin down and looks up at Howard through her eyelashes. His hold tightens, and she rubs her cheek against his flight suit. He smells like the fort–metal and grease and oil–and she loves it. It means he's back again. That he made it again. 

"What do you have for me?" she asks. 

"It's um…hold on." Howard takes a step back, one hand still staying on Charlotte's waist as he reaches into the chest pocket on his flight suit. "I got it last week, but I wasn't sure when to give it to you. And then I figured, I'd rather you have it if something happened than to not know I got it."

Charlotte takes the box he holds out. She lifts the lid and gasps. "Oh, Howard!" she yelps. Nestled on a tiny puff of cotton are a set of gold flight wings with a bomb in the center and bright, well-polished stones on the edges. It's a sweetheart brooch for a bombardier's girl. 

"You like it?" Howard asks. 

Charlotte looks up to tell him yes, and she's caught by the light blush on his cheeks and the way he's got his free hand tucked behind his back like he's at parade rest. Her sweet Howard. A gentleman and a jokester. A scoundrel and a sweetheart. Who went out and got her a brooch to show she's his girl and tried to set up a silly bit of fun to really make it memorable. 

"I adore it," she says. "And you," she adds. She plucks the brooch from the box and hands the box to Howard so she can pin the brooch to her uniform. "There," she says. "Right over my heart."

Howard looks at it, then his gaze meets hers. "Might be the prettiest girl I ever saw," he says. "Even more than usual."

Charlotte grabs him by the front of his flight suit and pulls him in for a good, proper kiss. He grabs her tight at the waist and keeps her close even as they pull apart. Exactly how she likes it.

[The bombardier sweetheart wings are real. I tripped over them on etsy the other day.]

[belmottetower]

Ask meme: Sam/Rebecca

When I started shipping it if I did: In the first episode where all the team walks past Rebecca and Sam and Roy are the only two to greet her.

Ok, ok I didn't quite ship it this early, but the seeds were definitely sown when they sent Sam to get Rebecca to come along to the curse breaking ceremony. Why Sam, huh? WHAT DID THE REST OF THE TEAM SEE?!

My thoughts: Sam/Rebecca are my favourite endgame ship for both of them. I love that before their relationship starts they do already have some really nice moments in S1 - the above corridor hello and office scene, and then in the last episode of season 1 during Ted's speech, Sam and Rebecca sitting next to each other in the dressing room. And when I say sitting next to each other I don't mean Sam is near the front so Rebecca ends up sitting next to him randomly, I mean he is right in the middle so she clearly sought him out. Please see her looking at him in concern as he has his head in his hands, and then in a later shot HER HAND ON HIS SHOULDER and the other resting on/by his thigh! She has her arm around him!

And then in season 2, their relationship starts in such an organic and open way. They don't know who they're talking to, they just know that they have a connection and a spark. And then when they realise who the other is yes Rebecca is hesitant due to the age, but Sam doesn't pause for one second, he is just fucking thrilled!

I know that there are people with concerns about age, but I think Sam is shown to be one of the strongest, most firm in his convictions and frankly the most mature of all the team - and I include Roy in that much as I love him. Rebecca didn't seek him out, it just happened and they worked.

There are other concerns about her being his boss. Aside from the fact that the club owner, day to day, has far less say over the players than the manager does - and players have pretty tight contracts and agents to look after their interests - there is a precedent for this relationship in real life. When Karren Brady was managing director of Birmingham FC she met her husband, a player, married him - and then he was transferred by the club twice during this time, a fact that makes me laugh whenever I think about it.

I do not know if they'll be endgame, they probably won't be, but I really love the way their relationship developed. Also "for next time" and "I'm only going to get more wonderful" are extremely smooth lines. Sam has game.

What makes me happy about them: I love how their relationship started, I love that Sam is so kind and generous - Rebecca deserves that after Rupert. I love that they are so easy and relaxed around each other right from the start. They have great chemistry and I think they are - and would - be so good for each other.

What makes me sad about them: That they will probably not be endgame. But I'm glad I got to see a little bit of it anyway.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Their relationship being ignored or completely written off as a giant mistake that one or both of them regret People thinking it's problematic because Rebecca is his boss, without minding that Rebeccca is Ted's boss and has far more of a say over Ted's career than she does Sam's

Things I look for in fanfic: Any fanfic about them wherein their relationship is the focus point, and not just a stepping stone or a moment to regret.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: There isn't anyone else on the show I really ship either of them with strongly, but there also isn't anyone I would be uncomfortable with either of them ending up with.

My happily ever after for them: I would like them to get married and live happily ever after and Rebecca doesn't care about a single shitty double standard tabloid article written about her because she has an extremely hot husband who loves her so fuck them.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: I think Sam is probably the big spoon, but he'd like to be spooned from time to time.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity: Watching films together - Sam wins her over to Ratatouille. They eat out at his restaurant a lot. He does not hire a rat as a chef though.

[bisluthq]

Actually Idk why y'all are so into debunking the possible idea of Kaylor. I mean yeah obviously they are with different people but I've just remembered a story about my roommate. So she lives on the South and goes to college on the North, each summer she goes home to her ocean paradise. She has a long term boyfriend, like they have been dating for 4-5 years. So 2 years ago one of our friends (a girl) went to visit her that summer, things happened they hooked up, she kind of called her BF and broke up with him. When they both came back, she told her BF everything and it kind of happened that she started dating both of them, it was messy af. In the end she came to her BF and our friend used to be a little bit heart broken cause she treated her shitty. This guy forgave her only because he didn't believe it was cheating lmao

So yeah they are happy and marry now but the point is it still happened and it was fucked up. And men still tend to be believe that lesbian sex is not a real sex or having sex with a girl is not cheating... just some random thinking here. But then again I'm pretty sure I'm 90% wrong about it lmao so don't judge

I was open to this exact type of scenario lol that’s why I wrote Realistic Kay but it just… doesn’t track for Kaylor. Karlie started dating Josh in summer 2012. He was her first boyfriend and she’s very traditional - she always spoke about how she wanted to get married to like a Tom Brady kinda guy and be a mommy to five boys and she thinks men should pay for dinner and such. By 2013, Karlie was attending lectures and classes about Judaism so she was thinking about forever with Josh. She has spent all holidays with him, they have mutual friends, and they basically lived together since about 2013.

In end 2013, Karlie and Taylor met and started up a friendship which was EXTREMELY performative (genuine, I’m sure, but they absolutely both used each other for promo).

Josh was at most Kaylor moments - when they decided to go to Big Sur at the VF Oscar Party, Josh was there. When Karlie went to RI in 2014, Josh was there. He was close to her friends and family and she to his. At the Kissgate koncert, Josh was there and making out with Karlie and canoodling with her.

By 2015, Karlie formally started converting to Judaism (and Taylor started up with Calvin).

To add to this, Karlie is a habitual oversharer and can’t keep any of her shit to herself and there’s tons of gossip about her and Josh over the years. Nothing on Kaylor tho.

Karlie and Taylor had a VERY performative and out there friendship - they weren’t keeping any secrets at all.

So why would we possibly think that that scenario happened? Why would we be attached to a romantic Kaylor when literally nothing supports it and it seems super out of character for Karlie, a traditional girlie who has been with the same guy since 2012 and has been pursuing marriage with him since then? Why would Karlie self-sabotage like that? And if she had why would she keep trying to maintain the friendship with Tay at least publicly until like 2019?

It just doesn’t track for me and I don’t see why we’d say it does beyond “people have an emotional attachment to this being real and sometimes girls do messy things” - like I agree with the latter but there should be some evidence for it idk not a girl with a serious boyfriend who became her husband and who she’s always been super serious about (also Josh was liking Tay’s posts until like just before New Year’s 2019 - he was deadass good with her, and a fan encounter with Kaylor at the gym had Taylor like recommending an app for Josh).

Idk I just don’t see any more evidence for “messy Kaylor happened” than “messy Tena happened” or “Taylor was fucking Emma Stone behind Andy’s back” or any other random pairing. In fact Tena to me would be likelier because that girl WISHES SHE WERE GAY and I don’t think Kar does I think she’s quite happy being heterosexual.

[iturbide]

I don't often see stuff about these two, but I'm curious what your thoughts are on Vaike and Maribelle as characters?

I never hear about either of these two and this makes me so excited

How do I feel about this character?

I love The Vaike.  You know that thing that’s come up a couple times now, about me having a major soft spot for the characters that have more muscles than brains?  Yeah, Vaike counts.  From the minute he showed up on screen, I was dying over this muscle-bound fighter talking himself up and getting shot down by my favorite non-delicate princess.  And he just keeps doing such outrageously stupid stuff like losing his damn weapon on the road how can you miss something like that sir???  He’s just such a fun guy and he’s always making me laugh, which is something I treasure in a character and which clinches a lot of my favorites.

Also, his supports are generally just so good?  Despite being a total jock, he’s got such heartwarming ambitions, given that he came from the slums and joined the Shepherds in an attempt to lift his entire community out of that situation.  On top of that, he’s just a really nice guy who looks out for the people around him, and even if he’s a little blunt in how he talks to people, he’s both honest and encouraging, doing his best to help where and how he can.  He’s just such an enjoyable character and one who I never see enough of.

Who do I ship this character with romantically?

Hilariously it’s the other character you asked about (spoiler alert for the other half of this answer).  I love Vaike and Maribelle as a couple, this very prim and proper noblewoman with a long and storied pedigree and enough manners to teach Miss Manners a thing or two falling for a man from the literal back streets who doesn’t know a ladle from a soup spoon.  I love the way they balance each other, especially: Vaike gives Maribelle more insight into the common folk she wants to help as a member of the magistery court and makes her better able to engage with and help them; meanwhile, Maribelle has the funds and clout to help the village he came from get a better footing and lift itself up.  And overall I just think their interactions are great, with Vaike being able to ignore Maribelle’s over-the-top dramatics and cut through to the real issues, while Maribelle can bring him down to earth when his ego gets a little too inflated.  They just make for great partners that balance one another out and I love them together. 

Who is my brOTP for this character?

Chrom and Sully!  Honestly the idea of these three making trouble together is so great to me, and I feel like they would just egg each other on into increasingly daring and stupid antics if left to their own devices.  Chrom is someone that Vaike really respects, which is why he challenges the prince so much and treats him as such a worthy rival, and I love the idea of them getting stronger together and pushing one another to new heights.  And Sully is just great, I love the fact that she’s so much better with women than he is, and I feel like they would end up with a friendly rivalry of their own -- so having all of them together is just perfection.

What’s my Unpopular Opinion™ about this character?

Look, Vaike does not get attention at all from fandom.  He barely registers enough with people for there to be opinions, let alone popular ones.  The idea that he deserves more attention is unpopular enough, I’m pretty sure -- but I stand by it, because he’s really fun to me and I really wish that more people would engage with his character.

What’s one thing I wish would have happened with this character in canon?

I kind of wish he’d just gotten more attention in general.  I know that there are limitations to who can take focus, and Awakening doesn’t have a lot of room for extraneous stuff with how its story is built, but it would have been really nice to have more little moments with the characters outside of Supports, just seeing them doing things together and interacting.  Vaike only got a few small moments to shine as a character right at the beginning, and then the focus shifted away to other people and things; I just wish we could have seen him shine more often.

and who could forget the noblest of Ylissean nobleladies

How do I feel about this character?

Oh, Maribelle.  Maribelle is such a strange character for me because on a theoretical level I adore her -- she’s got such drive and passion and conviction, she literally wants to change the system to make things better for the masses! -- but her attitude drives me up the wall.  I love her interactions with Lissa and how much she cares about her friends, but every time she’s dealing with someone that’s not nobility or royalty my irritation is boundless.  The game, sadly, doesn’t do a really great job showing her growth into a more open and fair-minded person even in her supports, so I don’t usually care for her in canon, but in fanfiction (and especially Future Built where I can put in the real character work and show her change) I absolutely love her to bits she’s so great.  She’s capable and talented and ambitious in a way that really could bring about changes for the better in Ylisse, and I’d be eager to see how she does it. 

Who do I ship this character with romantically?

I’ve already spoiled this part haha it’s Vaike.  I love how they interact so much and honestly Brady just makes so much sense with Vaike as his dad?  The gangster attitude, the rough language and casual way of speaking, coupled with a ton of noble knowledge -- he uses tea cozies it’s perfect -- just feel like the perfect mix of both parents. 

Who is my brOTP for this character?

Lissa, obviously!  Maribelle and Lissa are so great together, I love their friendship and how Maribelle will pull out literally all the stops for Lissa’s sake because Lissa was really the first person who gave her a chance and wanted to be her friend.  Maribelle really shows how kind she can be when Lissa’s involved, and it’s really sweet to see; I just wish she’d do it more often with more people.  Also, it’s really fun to think about her and Gaius eventually working through their issues and becoming friends and allies, and I deeply enjoy her friendship with Robin (primarily in Future Built, because I am in fact super biased).

What’s my Unpopular Opinion™ about this character?

Are.  Are there popular Maribelle opinions?  I don’t see much of her around, so I’d be pretty surprised to find out any...but I guess if I had to pick something, I’d say that I actually think she’s really prejudiced.  Yes, she does want to help the common people, and that’s an incredibly admirable thing to do -- but the fact that she talks down to them constantly in her supports and makes it clear that she thinks she knows better than them (like trying to push new clothes onto Kellam despite how important his armor is to him).  That’s a really, really bad attitude to have, and is antithetical to the work she claims she wants to do.  She needs to work on that if she intends to get commoners to work with her: she has to be in their corner and support them, rather than expecting them to match her expectations, which is something that’s sadly not on display in canon.

What’s one thing I wish would have happened with this character in canon?

I really wish her supports had done a better job of showing her personal growth, rather than usually ending with a joke.  Maribelle as a character has so much potential, especially considering her ambition to join the magistery court; it’s really a shame that so much of that is squandered by how poorly handled most of her conversations are.  She never even gets a sweet moment with Brady, which I will forever be bitter about -- let them bond like so many of the other parents and children do!  Let him play the violin for her!  Let her be moved by the power of his performance!  I just wish the game had bothered to do her justice.

Give Me a Character  

[rebelcap]

We are not just friends — Part 5

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4

5. LA, still.

The first thing Sofia asked after greeting everyone was where was his baby Dodger.

“Oh, he's running around in the backyard. Wanna meet him?” Chris asked her, still arm around her shoulders.

“Are you kidding? yes.” She said with an enthusiasm that makes Chris smile bigger, he likes it when they love Dodger.

Specially likes how she loves his dog.

Chris showed her the backyard, sliding a gigantic glass door open and the rescued big puppy come running.

“Dodger!” Sofía kneeled on the grass and the dog went straight running to her and started licking her face as she pets him and kissed him all over. “Oh my God!, he's so pretty!” Sofía screamed back at Chris making him let out a laugh as he sat down in the grass beside her.

“He is.” He agreed as she kept scratching his ears, Dodger had made his way into her lap and was sitting there, like a lap dog.

“I love you, Dodger.” She said hugging the dog and buried her face on his fur, with a smile she let him go do his thing and Chris was looking at her with a wide smile, heart fluttering and he had that weird ringing on his ears when his anxiety picked a little.

“Oh man, I can't believe I just meet him.” She said with a pout but a smile tugging her lips. “I miss my dog.” Sofía mumble feeling her throat constrict but the sudden emotion, she took a deep breath and push it all down.

Chris noted that, making him sigh at how Sofia never let any sudden emotion take hold of her, in all this time he had never seen her shed a tear for anything. It was a little frustrating, he had seen her mad, pissy, quiet, and really happy but he had never seen her sad and crying.

It's not like he wants her to be sad, no. He just wants to be there for her and for Sofia to know she had someone, besides Amanda, to lean on.

Chris justs wanted to her to open up.

“I'm hungry, let's eat something and watch that game of yours.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So, you're Chris's friend?” Brad, one of LA Chris's friends asked sneaking up on the kitchen where Sofia was in pizza duty while they watched the game (which she couldn't care less).

“Yeah, I am. You're Chris's friend?” She asked not falling for the bullshit he was about to spill, she didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where this guy was going with asking that question.

Brad let out a laugh and walk up the few steps that separated them, Sofia didn't even acknowledge him as she put the pizza the oven to warm for a little bit.

“You need something?” She asked crossing her arms and laid her hip on the counter.

“Um, maybe but I just want to check if you and Chris are fucking so I can ask you out.”

Sofía’s brow went up as he spoke and let out a laugh of surprise.

“That's forward,”

“I don't like playing games,” Brad's and licking his lips and Sofia considered, he was kind of hot… he had that frat boy douchebag thing going on. He was tall, not as tall as Chris. Brunette and hazel eyes… She would totally one night stand a guy like him.

“So…?”

“So, what?”

“Are you guys fucking?”

“I'm going to say no otherwise, you shouldn't bother man.” She smiled up at him, taking the pizza out of the oven.

“You don't want to go out with me?” Brad asked he was kind of surprised. Apparently, girls didn't say no to him.

“Nope.”

“So you're fucking Chris then?” Brad asked, thinking that this would be the only good reason.

Sofia stared at him because she was in no mood to explain why she didn't want to go out with him.

“I don't understand how that had something to do with you asking me out?” She asked looking back at the counter and grabbed the pizza to walk back.

“I'm trying to know if you're off-limits.”

“Off-limits.” She laughed and shake her head. “I already said no, consider that off-limits.”

She walked off with the pizza in hand and put it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

“Man, I like your friend she brought us pizza.” One of the other guys said and Sofia let out a laugh. Chris laughed and grabbed Sofia and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, she's awesome.”

Chris ended up wrapping his arms around Sofia from behind and watching the game just like that. She kept whispering about how much Tom Brady was an asshole and how she would definitely fuck Julien enderman because he had a nice ass.

“I kind of see the appealing… a little.” She confesses in the midtime drinking a few beers.

“Now you like it? it's because of the hot guys?”

“Of course, why wouldn't you started there in the first place?” She told him with a wide smile and Chris shale his head with a smile.

“You had no idea how happy I am that this beer is going to be here,” Chris said with a smile enjoying the last of the six-pack Sofia had bought her.

The game had ended almost half an hour back and slowly but steady everyone leaves, leaving those two enjoying each other's company in the backyard, feeling the lukewarm air and the amazing view Chris had from his backyard.

“I'm happy that you're happy, should I talk with Ron and tell him that Captain America wants to sponsor them in exchange for a lifetime supply of beer?” She asked, kind of joking kind of not.

Chris looked at her, considering the offer.

“Will he accept?”

“His eleven-year-old is a fan of the Avengers. He's in the loop, so yeah. I would like to think so.”

“Okay then,” He laughed and Sofia took a swig of her Stella artroia. “Can you arrange it?”

“Of course.” She said and make him a face. “I feel like I should thank you.”

“Why?”

“I probably just got a raise, maybe a promotion.” She laughed. “Ron is gonna shit his pants.”

“He didn't know?” He asked. “About us, I mean that we're friends.”

“Nope,” Sofía said looking at the empty bottle. “I'm not that kind of person, I'm not your friend because you make movies. I'm not looking for something—” She said looking at him, feeling a little guilty about the whole sponsor thing. “Chris, you don't have to do anything, seriously. I'll still get you free beer. I wasn't setting you up, you know that, don't you?”

“Hon, it never crossed my mind. I know the kind of girl you are, Sof.” Chris said reaching up and grabbed her hand, he entwined his fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles.

“The phrase ‘kind of girl’ always makes me think about sexual things.” She teased as Chris smiled against her hand, his lips lingering there.

“Mmm… now, do I .” He said and Sofia let out a chuckle. Caressing his soft beard with the tip of his fingers.

“I'm probably that kind of girl.” She laughed. “Now that I think about, I'm the kind of girl that girls say… I'm not that kind of girl.”

“And what exactly that girl is?” Chris asked, brow raised.

“That's down to fuck, do casual sex. All that shit, you know.” She explained letting go of his hand and laid down on the grass and her arms behind her head.

“And?” Chris asked, looking down at her body. How her hoodie and shirt underneath, she laughed. “That's not a problem, Sofia. You're entitled to enjoy your sexuality.” He added taking his eyes off her for a second and smiled looking at the hills for a second.

“Well, thanks, Captain.” She said stretching her arms, with a suggestive smile.

“What's that?” Chris said after a very known deep blue shirt popped underneath her hoodie. Sofia laughed as she lifted the hoodie on. “Oh my, take it off. Take it off!” Chris reached out and started to pull out her hoodie with a smile on his lips when he saw the Patriots logo.

“It supposed to be surprised, I kind of forget about it.” She laughed pulling her hoodie off her and Chris gasped putting a hand over his crotch. Making her laugh even harder.

“How could you forget this surprise,” He said looking for his phone on his pockets. “Hold still, baby girl. I need photographic proof that this is happening.”

She laid back on the grass, putting one arm behind her head and blow a kiss to the camera. It was a silly cute photo, the thing that Chris wouldn't know if that he will come to cry looking at this in just some time.

“Imma put this as my lock screen,” He said lying down next to her and show her the picture. “Look how fucking cute you look with my Patriots shirt.”

The action was interrupted by an incoming call that someone he was avoiding at the moment.

“Isn't that you girl-ex?” Sofi asked peaking at the phone. Chris sighed and nodded, sending the call to voice mail.

“Mmm yes.” He said putting the phone away and stayed quiet, Sofia was staring at him.

“Do I have to ask?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“I was at an event, she was there… I was feeling lonely and you know.”

“Oh, you regretted now?”

“Yes, I don't—we're not good for each other.” He said and gave her a wide smile. “But I'm used to her,”

“Like an old habit,” Sofía said.

“Yes.”

“You need a new habit.” She shrugged like it was an easily fixable thing. “There's plenty of women, especially for you.”

“It's not easy for me to date anyone, I can't trust someone that easily.” He said, a little upset. “Some of them had ulterior motives.”

“Shit… I couldn't ever sell someone like that, much less someone I care about.” She said with a frown.

“I know,” He nodded. “I know that we are known for almost a year, but I trust you.” He smiled at her and Sofía smiled back and bite her bottom lip.

“That means a lot to me,” Sofía beamed and Chris laughed, she was endearing and Chris's stomach tighten.

Without much thought, in her semi-drunken state, she leans over and presses a firm kiss in Chris's mouth. He was taken back for a moment but he'd grip her waist and pull her close.

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The Accidental Crush of Sansa Stark and the recurring annoyance that followed- Chapter 2 pt.1

"Sansa? If you could date any boy counselors here, who would you date?" Shireen, an adorable little camper asked as she walked all of them to canoeing. Sansa paused. Was her developing attraction that obvious? One of the golden staff rules was that there were to be no summer romances or if there was one, to be discreet to the point leadership didn't have any suspicions.

"She'd date Harry of course! Have you seen the way he looks at her?!" Beth giggled. "They would be like Ariel and...Philip!"

"Philip is Aurora's prince, Beth. Ariel's prince is Eric remember?" Alys shook her head at Beth. "I think Sansa would be happiest with Sam!"

"Sam likes Gilly, he blushes every time he's around her," Osha spoke up and the girls around her nodded in agreement.

"Sansa should go out with Dickon, he's so handsome!" Minisa sighed dreamily while Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"Can't you all see Sansa likes...." Lyanna began before Sansa interrupted her. "Girls, I appreciate you all comparing me to a Disney princess and wishing for my happiness. But I assure you, I don't feel that way toward anyone here."

Most of the girls seemed convinced by her little white lie and forgot about their question within seconds. All except for Lyanna. Lyanna stood behind while the other girls went down to the canoeing river. She tilted her head at Sansa in curiosity and Sansa took a deep breath.

"What is it Lyanna?"

"I saw you look at Jon at the pool yesterday."

"Lyanna, I had sunglasses on. I was looking at everyone in the pool." Sansa scoffed, hoping the defiant little camper would drop it. But Lyanna raised her chin with a sly smile on her face.

"Maybe that's true. But I saw you look at him a couple of times today at breakfast and you didn't have sunglasses then. You get a big smile on your face when he's around like the Disney princesses do."

Perhaps I should tone it down a bit.

Sansa took a moment to collect herself and sighed. "Lyanna, Jon is my coworker and friend. I smile when I see all my coworkers..."

"It's different with Jon. That's the way my mom looked at my dad before he died." Lyanna sadly smiled and quickly ran off to join her fellow campers, while Sansa stood in silence.

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"Girls, can I ask you something?" Sansa asked as she turned up the volume to skype her friends during break time. Margaery was in the process of making an anniversary gift for Theon, Dany was painting her nails so they could be ready for her date night with Daario, Missandei was painting a portrait for Grey, and Brienne was ordering a knife for Jaime's birthday.

"Sure, Sansa!" They all sang in unison.

"Am I being too obvious if one of my campers can tell who I am attracted to?" Sansa spoke quickly, hoping they missed it. But judging by how they were all looking at each other as if they were in the Brady Bunch credits, they did.

"OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Missandei shouted.

"I bet it's Harry! Margaery surmised.

"I think it's Dickon. Did you see the pics Sansa posted that tagged him in? They'd be absolutely perfect together!" Dany sighed happily.

"Well, are you going to tell us who it is?" Brienne rose an eyebrow.

"It's the guy I told you all about that pissed me off a few weeks ago. We've patched things up and he's really...cool." Sansa blushed and saw their collective smiles.

"You never told us Mr. Broody's name, what is it?" Margaery inquired.

"His name is Jon, Jon Snow," Sansa responded, and immediately Dany spat out her drink. "Jon Snow?! You like him?!"

"Yeah. Do you know him Dany?" Sansa asked, confused out of her mind.

"He's my nephew," Dany responded and Margaery's eyes widened. "Dany, how on earth do you have a nephew the same age as you?"

"Remember my older brother Rhaegar? Jon is his whoops kid after he had an affair while Elia was in a coma." Dany shrugged.

"Oh yeah! But you've never mentioned him before, why is that?" Missandei asked in curiosity.

"I didn't know he existed until he came to live with Rhaegar and Elia four years ago. He's hasn't been around much because he was either going to school or working at camp." Dany answered and Brienne leaned forward. "Dany, what were you going to add about Jon earlier when Sansa mentioned that she liked him?"

"He's a great guy...but Sansa, he has a girlfriend. Her name is Lysa Tully. He's been dating her for years. I am truly sorry, Sansa." Dany's face was full of sadness.

"Dany, don't be sorry! I'm glad you told me before I made a fool of myself. Now I can be more cognizant of my actions." Sansa put her hands in a heart shape and Dany laughed as she responded with heart hands back.

"But damn, I wish it were different. It would be so cool to have you as my sis...niece in law. Seven hells, that's so weird...."Dany began before all the girls cackled in unison.

Before long, Margaery narrowed her eyes. That typically meant she was vying for information. "Dany, give us the deets on Lysa."

"My brother and Elia think she's a character," Dany grimaced.

"That sounds like how my grandmother would describe Mr. Baelish and Mr.Varys," Margaery hummed.

"Rhaenys tolerates her and Aegon can't stand to be in the same room as her. My experience made me want to slap her, honestly."

"What happened?" Brienne inquired and Dany sighed. "She made Daario feel uncomfortable because he's not from "here," whatever "here" is supposed to mean."

"Oh. She's one of those types of people... ew does that mean Jon is as well???" Missandei rose an eyebrow.

"No, not by a long shot. Jon is super passionate about social issues and has always been involved in some way or another. He and Lysa got into an argument after she made Daario feel uncomfortable. She ended up apologizing, though I didn't think it was truly genuine. I think it was only to show Jon that she was "improving." Dany shrugged, while Brienne, Margaery, and Missandei collectively sighed. Sansa bit the inside of her cheek.

Of course, he has a girlfriend. He's good looking and has a kind soul. Who was I kidding? Well, maybe I can try to be his friend at least. Yes. That's what I'll do and my feelings will go away. They have before and they will now.

After making her decision, Sansa spoke up.

"Well ladies, enough about me and my sad crush life. Tell me about all your individual plans with your guys!!!!!!"

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"Sansa, you should go! I'm sure it'll be loads of fun!" Her co-counselor Mya exclaimed.

The leadership team decided last minute to have counselor late-night swim and Sansa internally debated if she really wanted to go.

If I am trying to friendzone my crush, shouldn't I try to limit the times I see him wet and shirtless?

"I'm really tired, Mya. I just want to take a hot shower, it's been a really long day."

It wasn't necessarily a bad excuse. It had been a long day. It hadn't even been five minutes after Sansa ended her skype call with her friends when she heard Dickon radio for her help. Two of the girls got into a fight during canoeing and poor Beth cried the entire time after she fell backward in the river. The next skill area didn't fare well either after Minisa got bit by a brown recluse and had to go to the hospital. Then later in the day, the porch swing broke off at the merchandise store and Lyanna sprained her ankle. Sansa had gotten well acquainted with nurse Thoros. Because she worked so well with the little ones, she typically made calls throughout the week but never this many in one week.

"That's true but Sansa, you've been such a trooper today. You deserve a break." Mya reasoned.

"You were there too, Mya. I wouldn't have survived today without you, honestly. In fact, why don't you go tonight and I'll go tomorrow?" Sansa responded.

"Are you sure, Sansa?"

"Absolutely."

"Aww thanks, Sansa." Mya smiled and hugged Sansa tight for a few seconds before going to her room in the cabin to get a bathing suit.

"Oh by the way Mya, I'd wear the blue one. Harry blushes a little when you wear it." Sansa looked at her nails while Mya's mouth slightly dropped.

"How did you know?! I thought I was hiding it well."

"You are! I'm the only one who can really tell because I'm a big sucker for enemies to lovers so I can tell by the little things."

"...Harry blushed a little when I wore it last?"

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure he was going to say something before one of his campers jumped in the pool with his stuffed kittens." Sansa and Mya began chuckling as they remembered the sweet little boy who wanted to prove cats weren't afraid of water.

"Well thank you for the heads up, Sansa." Mya began to leave before leaning back in the doorway. "Should I wear my braids up or down?"

"Do whatever makes you feel confident."

"I'm going to wear them down. Harry Hardyng, here I come." Mya sang as she left the cabin into the hall to go change.

"Sansa?" a soft whisper woke her up and she could see Mya's outline by the bed. Sansa rose up on her elbow and she could tell Mya wanted to talk out in the hall. She followed her out quietly and then sat against the wall.

"Mya, how was it?" Sansa rose an eyebrow and a deep blush appeared on Mya's brown skin.

"It was wonderful. We... we kissed under the water. It was magical." Mya sighed happily and Sansa's heart leaped with joy.

"Did anyone see you two?"

"Surprisingly and thankfully, no. Everyone was distracted by Sam and Gilly. He finally asked her out!"

"Sounds like a good night for everyone it seems." Sansa smiled and closed her eyes for just a moment before Mya spoke up.

"Do you like anyone Sansa?" Sansa opened her eyes to see Mya have an eyebrow raised.

"Erm... not really." Sansa lied and Mya scoffed as she began redoing her braids.

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure I saw you staring at your former pool duty partner a bit the other day. Is that why you switched?"

"For one, for some reason, I thought Jon was going tonight before I remembered he and Harry are co's this week. Two, it doesn't matter how I feel."

"Why doesn't it matter, Sansa?"

"Because he has a girlfriend." Sansa's voice cracked a little and Mya's face filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, Sansa."

"It's okay."

"What's your game plan?"

"My game plan? I want to become his friend and try to friendzone him."

"Friendzone your crush, hmm. I've never heard of that before. How are you going to do it?"

"Ask him about his girlfriend, what he likes, try to steer from anything super personal, keep a healthy distance, and....I'll talk about guys I find attractive."

"Besides Jon, who else would you want to go on a date with at camp?"

"Not really." Sansa shrugged.

"Any guys back home?"

"Um sort of I guess? If you count teammates/friends Robb brings home during breaks. His is name is Pyp. He's really cool and kind." Sansa smiled.

"Ooh tell me more!" Mya rested her face on her hands as the girls did during storytime before bed.

"He's majoring in Civil Engineering. He plays left wing on the hockey team at White Harbor, he's pretty good. I wouldn't be surprised if he was drafted in the WHL. He's pretty funny and a movie buff."

"Why didn't you go on a date with him then?"

"I was scared after everything that went down with Waymar, that I was a little hesitant to date."

"What did happen with Waymar?" Mya questioned.

"I made a fool out myself for him. I wore different clothes, dyed my hair black, and I even started going by my middle name to seem "cooler" to him. I..." Sansa shuddered. "I gave him special favors in the hopes, he just so he'd finally see me. One day, he texted me to meet up with him at his house and I went over thinking that he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. I got there and the door was wide open. I thought it was a bit strange and I went in, worried if Waymar was okay when I heard noises coming from his bedroom. I opened the door and caught him having sex with my former best friend Myranda. I closed the door and ran down the stairs. Waymar and Myranda came down right before I left. Waymar forgot he texted me and tried to apologize while Myranda just smirked at me. I asked her 'How could you?' and she said 'You're the biggest fool to ever think you had a shot with Waymar and I only became friends with you to get to him along with your money. Who would anyone ever want to date someone like you? You're a stupid and ugly little girl. Oh, you're crying now. How sad? No one's ever had the guts to tell you that? You're sasquatch with no curves or boobs."

Sansa looked down at the crown, while hot tears streamed down her face. Mya gathered her in her arms as Sansa sobbed.

"You know what Myranda said about you isn't true right? You're beautiful on the inside and out. Hell, I wish I was as tall and skinny as you." Mya whispered while Sansa shook her head.

"Mya, you're beautiful."

"So are you! Being tall sounds great, I don't like always having to crane my neck to look at Harry when we're bantering. The pool is probably one of the few kisses where he won't have to practically bend down to kiss me. Don't get me started on being curvy and having to find jeans that don't feel like they're not suffocating my thighs and butt while having a huge awkward gap in the back." Mya ranted. "Don't be hard on yourself, Sansa. You're amazing, you need to believe that. The girls love you, I love you, your other friends and family love you, and everyone at camp does. You need to love yourself."

"Thank you, Mya. You're right, I do need to work on loving myself." Sansa smiled.

"That's the spirit!" Mya high fived her and then they heard the door open from Mya's room to see Beth's face full of tears.

"What's wrong Beth? Did you have a nightmare?" Mya asked, her voice full of concern.

"No, I..." Beth's lip wobbled. "Miss Mya, I woke up and I realized I don't have any more underwear for the rest of the week."

"How many did you bring Beth?" Sansa asked as Beth sat down in between her and Mya.

"My brother packed me six."

Only six for Sunday through Friday? I'd pack at least twelve or fourteen... Wait! It's only Tuesday?!

"But it's only Tuesday Beth, how did you go through six?" Mya's eyes widened.

"I... I peed myself a bit on Sunday when I was waiting for the bathroom after I took my shower, so I had to change. Monday, I got my unicorn undies wet from the shower after I dropped them. I asked Lyanna to get some out of my bag. Today, after I fell in the water I got scared I was going to get leeches so I changed into my last pair. I just keep getting bad luck!" Beth started to tear up and an idea popped up in Sansa's mind.

"Beth, are all your dirty clothes in a bag?" Sansa asked.

Beth nodded and Sansa sighed in relief.

"Okay, I'm going to wash all of your dirty clothes in the washer and you'll have your five pairs clean again."

"Won't people judge me for re-wearing the same undies again?"

"No, it's none of their business and besides sometimes I wear the same undies when I don't take a shower for a day if I didn't sweat." Sansa shrugged.

"Same." Mya agreed and Beth looked at the both of them in amazement.

"Thank you so much, Miss Sansa and Miss Mya!" Beth hugged them both and went back into Mya's room.

"What. A. Night," Mya exclaimed and Sansa couldn't help but agree.

"Drinking coffee right before lunch?" Jon asked as Sansa filled her coffee mug.

"Yep. I'm exhausted, I had to wash one of my girls' clothes because she didn't pack enough underwear. She was upset and it broke my heart. Yesterday just wasn't her day."

"Beth right? She's a sweetheart." Jon smiled before he took a sip of his tea.

"She definitely is." Sansa nodded in agreement.

"Is she your favorite this week?"

"We as counselors aren't supposed to have favorites." Sansa attempted to be stern as Jon rose an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. Sansa began laughing so hard that her nose snorted and coffee spilled down her nose.

She grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her nose, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Seven hells, why must I embarrass myself in front of hot guys??? Why can't my laugh be sweet and adorable???

"I like your laugh, it's cute. You should do it more often." Jon's deep voice broke into her reverie and she lifted her eyes to see a small grin on his face.

"You should make more dramatic faces and jokes then," Sansa smiled back and Jon laughed a little.

"Noted." Jon nodded and then his eyebrows knitted together. "I just realized you didn't go to last night's late-night."

"Nope, besides doing Beth's laundry, I took a hot shower and talked to Mya out in the hall for a bit."

"Oh, Mya? Harry had heart eyes when he came back to the cabin last night. About damn time something happened."

"Mr. Jon? Did you just curse on campgrounds?" Sansa dramatically exclaimed and Jon chuckled as he shook his head.

"I sure did, Miss Sansa. Am I going to lose points now?"

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I Can't Help But Wait

Embry Call/OC/mature rating

(This is the second half of part 3)

 had to fix this.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here, honey." Maybe that wasn't the best opening line?

She shrugged and glanced away, still standing in the doorway as I remained frozen in the hallway. "I wanted to surprise you. I...I made you dinner."

"Is it ready?" I asked hopefully. She knew my appetite was unreal, constantly teasing me for never gaining any weight.

We ate in silence as I let her take time to process my secret. After dinner, we sat and talked all night. I answered her questions for hours… all of them. No, I don't get fleas. Yes, sometimes I howl at the moon. No, I don't chase cars or piss on fire hydrants.

"Do you bury bones in the backyard?" 

I sighed and threw my head back. "Now you're just fucking with me."

"Maybe," she laughed.

I reached for her but she twisted away and dashed off to the kitchen, mumbling about making me dessert. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, hoping this meant we were okay. We had to be okay. I couldn't make it without her.

I rested my head against the back of the couch, letting my eyes fall closed. It had been a long week at work, framing up a new house for Brady and his soon-to-be wife, along with these endless patrols, my body needed rest. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Nicolle slide her hand over my eyes and dangle something sweet over my lips. "Take a bite," she cooed from behind me.

I moaned at the taste of the ripe strawberry covered in fresh whipped cream. "So good."

I wondered if I had dozed off, because when Nicolle slowly made her way around the front of the couch to face me, I thought I was dreaming. "Is this real?" I murmured as I reached for her waist.

Nicolle stood before me wearing a sheer purple nightie. She lit a couple candles and turned the lights down. I raked my eyes over her near naked body and grinned like an idiot. She held a bowl of whipped cream in one hand, a bowl of strawberries in the other. 

"So…we're gonna...I mean you want to...with me? Tonight? This is...we're really doing this?" I stuttered as I tried to tear my eyes away from her body.

Nicolle laughed nervously as she sat in front of me on the edge of the coffee table. "This…" she paused to look down at herself, her hands still holding the sweet treats. "This is all part of your dessert." When she nibbled on the corner of her mouth, I almost tackled her. "Do you want it?"

Do I want it? Fuck yes I do. I pulled both bowls from her hands and placed them on the table behind her. "I'm hungry, honey," I whispered as I pulled her onto my lap.

She straddled my legs and bit back a smile. "What about the food?" 

I cupped her chin and guided her mouth down to mine. "I'm hungry for something else."

She kissed me back hesitantly, moaning into my mouth as my hands coasted up the front of her thighs. "Slow down, Embry," she sighed as we pulled away from the kiss.

My fingers toyed with the edge of her strappy panties, twisting the material as I tried to maintain a sense of control. "We can do anything you want," I teased. "As long as I can keep looking at you in this outfit." 

"Embry," she sighed before my mouth landed back on hers.  We kissed and touched each other until I lifted her up and carefully placed her under me...where she belonged. I nipped my way down her body, teasing the edge of her nightie in an attempt to remove the barely there material. 

This was as close as I had gotten to seeing her naked and she was still resisting me. "Can I taste you?" I begged as I brushed my lips across her stomach. I raised my head and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. "Please, honey?"

Nicolle bit down on her lower lip and nodded after what felt like an hour of waiting. I hooked my fingers around the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs. I tried to be patient and go slow, but my over eager ass dove right in.

"Oh!" she gasped as I pushed her thighs up and rested them over my shoulders. When I ran my tongue up the seam of her sex, she shuddered. 

"Just relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good," I promised.

I pressed my tongue deeper, finding her most sensitive spot and latching on. I smiled against her wet folds when her fingers fisted the top of my hair and her body writhed underneath me. I found her spot, relentlessly laving my tongue over it until she called out my name. Her legs stiffened, caging me between her thighs. I gladly sipped from her, drinking every bit of her climax until she begged me to stop. 

I climbed back up her body to find her smiling and gasping for breath. "I should have let you do that months ago," she mumbled into my mouth when I kissed her.

I collapsed back against the opposite end of the couch, totally spent and feeling pretty damn good about myself. I started to relax when I felt Nicolle edging toward me, settling between my thighs as she reached over to swipe a little whipped cream from the bowl.

I watched in rapt fascination as she painted my bare chest with the melting cream, licking off each design as she went. "You taste so good," she hummed as she worked her way down my body. 

Every nerve ending in my body was tingling in anticipation. Especially when she tugged on the waistband of my shorts and then peered up at me through a hooded gaze.

"I saw you, you know? When we were outside and you were naked."

Nicolle paused and I nodded. "And?" I whispered breathlessly as she wrapped her hand around me through my shorts.

She smiled shyly, looking away for a moment. "You...looked good. Really sexy."

My chest puffed with pride and I smiled back at her just as hard. "You know you don't have to do this. We can still wait," I offered through gritted teeth as she continued to stroke me.

"I wanna make you feel good too, baby. Will you help me...show me what to do?" she asked so innocently and honestly that I swore I had never heard anything sweeter. 

I nodded once, afraid to say anything that would betray the cool façade I was trying to convey. Because the truth was, I was so eager for her that I didn't want to scare her away.

We worked together to strip me of my shorts, laughing as we did. She was so nervous as she explored my body, her fingers shaking as she touched me. I scooped a little of the whipped cream into my hand, smearing some down the length of me as I gripped myself. 

Nicolle was laser focused watching my strokes until she leaned forward, kissed the tip and took over pleasuring me with her hand. The sight of her face as she watched my body react to her was priceless. Her fingers gripped me, her thumb brushing over the tip, her technique was perfect. I held her hair up, not letting it get messy as she drove me closer and closer to my own release.

I wanted it to last all night. I wanted to never forget the look on her face as she ran her fist up and down my erection, dragging the strongest orgasm out of me with hardly any warning. "Fuck," I hissed as I angled my release toward my chest. I gasped her name over and over as she pumped every last drop from me.

She watched me clean myself with my shorts. I was still sticky, but all I wanted was to wrap Nicolle up in my arms and praise her for making me feel good. I could feel her beaming as I held her.

"And you're sure I did okay?" she sighed against my neck. 

"Honey, that was mind-blowing. Just the fact that you wanted to do that with me, makes me feel so damn good."

I kissed her all over her face, holding her so tightly against me. "I love you."

My chest constricted when I realized I had said it out loud. I'd been saying it to her in my head for weeks now, but too afraid to verbalize it with words. "Nicolle?" I prodded, afraid of her response, but more afraid she wouldn't have one.

I sighed when I realized she had drifted off to sleep. I had dodged the bullet. I didn't want her to think that doing these kinds of physical things with me was why I loved her. 

I wanted to tell her, but not like this. Not in the heat of the moment or when we were caught up in the afterglow. But I made a deal with myself to tell her soon. Before we went any further.

Because I do love her. And I always will.

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Canonverse AU Metas

(Warning: long post)

The counterpart to my last post about Mac Ever After, these are the two main metas of how Brady might join the canonverse. They're mostly the same story with minor differences between them (and one is written way more angstily than the other) but I'm including both for the sake of completeness. Also bonus Macdalton incorrect quote at the end.

Also here have a Lily Story Mac and Jack to match Brady.

Version 1:

Canon based Macgyver au idea; or, how to bring Brady into the canonverse and a proposed ending to the show itself:

Basically Nikki somehow ends up dead, for realsies this time. This obviously sucks and is super depressing for everyone, but more pressing at the moment is that she apparently had a kid, a son named Brayden (nicknamed Brady). And to Mac's utter confusion, HE is listed as Brady's godfather/next of kin in case anything should happen to her. This confusion is cleared up pretty abruptly when Brady shows up at the Phoenix with Mac's blue eyes, Nikki's hair and nose and a penchant for taking things apart to look at them (aka there's less "godfather" to his role and more just. Straight father). They bond and Mac sets to work caring for his kid, with the assistance of the Phoenix team (Jack is a remarkably adept babysitter... When Brady decides not to escape. Luckily Mac is an escape Master and always knows how and when the kid gets out). Eventually though Mac realizes that juggling Phoenix and Brady... Isn't going to work. He has to pick one of the other, and he knows in his heart that the choice will always be Brady. He tries to announce this to the rest of the team only to find that they'd already realized that this couldn't go on forever and that he'd always choose his son first, and reveal that they all have contingency plans for when he decides to leave. Riley is going to stay with the Phoenix, working with the other computer nerds almost exclusively and helping Leanna with her missions. Bozer is going back into movie making, still dating Leanna and always leaving his door open if the Phoenix needs any prosthetics (he and Leanna get Mac's house). Matty is staying as Director of course, and working on putting together another flagship team (not as good as theirs, but still plenty competent). And Jack? Well, Jack figures now is as good a time as any to retire completely from this life. His new home? Wherever Mac decides to go with Brady, whether that's still LA, Mission City, Boston, etc. Where Mac goes, he's sure to follow. It's at this point that Mac, somewhat sheepishly and probably a little tearfully, admits that he wants to raise Brady on the Dalton Ranch.

And that's how Bozer becomes a well-known effects man with a secret agent wife, Riley becomes the lead hacker at Phoenix, Matty eventually becomes Oversight, and Mac and Jack raise a kid in Texas.

Bonus:

Jack: *steps out of a yellow taxi, Mac by his side, little Brady hidden behind them, to see Mama Dalton waiting for them*

Jack: Mama!

Mama Dalton: Jack Jr! You finally come to your senses and decide you better come home and give me grandchildren?

Jack: *sheepishly* Well Mama, about that...

*Both men step aside to reveal Brady, who shyly hugs his Dad's leg*

Mac: Mama, this is Brayden Macgyver.... My son.

Mama Dalton: *coos over the little boy* Well hello there Brayden, I'm Mary Dalton, and I'm Jack's mama. You can call me Me-ma if you'd like though...

Version 2:

The Canonverse + Brady au:

Ok so basically Nikki got pregnant after that last night with Mac before they busted Thornton, but she didn't tell him because she knew he'd drop everything for the kid and she wanted him to continue his work at Phoenix. She raises Brady on her own for a few years, possibly still with the CIA but maybe not in the field as much, but something goes wrong and she's killed when Brady's 5 (because parallels). Mac and Jack are informed by Matty (because Mac hasn't been in contact with Nikki in years) and Matty has to break the news that Nikki had a son and that she's named Mac the father (possibly using pictures of Brady that Jack sees and immediately recognizes as being spitting images of Mac as a young boy). Brady's brought to Mac at the Phoenix and Mac just kinda,,, breaks? Because Brady asks if he's his Daddy and reveals that Nikki had told him about Mac, shown him pictures, but told him that while Mac loved him he wouldn't get to see him unless she had to leave, and well... It's just a super emotional moment and leads to Mac embracing his son for the first time and promising fervently that he'd never, EVER let him go. It's at this moment that everyone knows that this is the end of the team, cause there's no way in hell Mac's gonna keep putting his life at risk when he's got Brady.

("Why didn't she tell me?!?!" "Because she knew the same thing I know, hoss: as soon as you found out about this kid you'd have quit the team for him." "*Spluttering* I wouldn't-" "Angus, look me in the eyes and tell me truthfully that had you found out Nikki was pregnant that you wouldn't have dropped everything for her and the kid." "....*silence*" "That's what I thought. And that's why she loved you, that's why I love you now, but she and I both know that the world has needed you these past few years, Mac. Now though... Now the world could live without you, if it needed to.")

At some point James sees this and finally realizes that he fucked up, has a bit of a breakdown and Jack talks to him.

("My pop always told me that it's never too late to say you're sorry and mean it. But another wise man once told me that sorry doesn't fix everything, it just starts the conversation. And right now that man needs all the help he can get, especially from a dad who knows how 5-year-old Macgyvers work; I only know how 12-year-old Riley's work, man, I'm not gonna be much help here.")

(This is a lie, Jack is plenty of help, especially when Mac says he wants to retire to the Dalton Ranch, and even more especially when Brady stops calling him Jack and starts calling him Papa. Mama Dalton is Mema from the get go and welcomes the kid with open arms.)

And that's how Mac and Jack retire to the ranch, probably James in tow, with the rest of the crew visiting frequently. Eventually Riley sets up shop in the area (possibly with Billy because him cheating seemed really out of character), and Bozer becomes famous as a filmmaker and sets up his own Skywalker Ranch on some annexed land. Matty visits on occasion, more often when she finally retires. Mac goes on maybe one more mission (like, a world-is-literally-ending-and-ONLY-mac-can-stop-it type of mission) and everyone else helps from the Ranch/takes care of Brady so he can come back to his kid without worrying. Not sure what to do about Murdoc, maybe he stays locked up, maybe he dies (though that would kinda suck for Cassian, maybe he dies and they adopt Cassian too? Ooooo that could be good actually). Later on they might also adopt a little girl, maybe one of Brady's classmates who lost her family and has nowhere else to go (two soldiers with abandonment issues know how THAT feels and could deal with nightmares that she'd have after the trauma). And they just. Create their own happy little life on the Ranch. And it's nice. James learns how to be a proper parent and grandparent, possibly with some help from Mama Dalton. Mac and Jack get married sometime after Brady starts calling Jack Papa (he asked at one point if Mac and Jack were dating, and if so why Jack wasn't Papa or Dad too, which led to a conversation about it and Jack's official elevation to Papa status). Brady was the flower boy and ring bearer combined. All of Jack's Deltas came and adopted Brady on sight. In general everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

Bonus quote:

Snippet from canonverse:

Mac: *is about to get hella shot*

Jack: *shows up out of the blue right on time* hey babe sorry I'm late *shoots down two goons* traffic was a bitch man you know how it is *shoots three more goons*

Mac: .....I love you,,, so much