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punkscowardschampions · 3 months ago

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Tancy pt.2

Teddy: Was [the alcohol] your only offering?

Nancy: [take a minute here to respond because you know, hot tub, but you’ll still end up on your phone because you’re bored and you’re probably planning to take blackmail photos of people as is your MO]

Nancy: Wow, you ungrateful bitch!

Nancy: but no, as it happens

Teddy: What else did you bring me?

Nancy: I’m going to have to order you a doll now

Nancy: now I know

Teddy: I have one, she’s under my bed, naturally

Teddy: [send her a link to whatever sex doll you may or may not be joking you have]

Nancy: well I fear she may be liberated before the night is through

Nancy: 💔

Teddy: The end of an era

Nancy: You’ll make me cry, this [whatever drug it is you’re claiming, you may be chatting shit] is extra weepy

Teddy: I don��t recommend [whatever he’s waiting to kick in] as a suitable alternative, it’ll be my next birthday by the time I feel anything

Nancy: You still have [the drugs he asked for]

Teddy: True, but I don’t have you

Nancy: You’ll come up, darling

Teddy: The roof is as high as it gets, unfortunately

Nancy: No stars in London

Teddy: I’ll spend the summer in [somewhere I won’t commit myself to, but where he could see stars obvs]

Nancy: Where are you really going?

Teddy: My father’s non home offices, if he gets his way

Nancy: ALL summer? Has he lost his mind too?

Teddy: Practically, I’m sure I could beg for a measly week joining the family in [wherever they have a holiday home] but as you know, I don’t do that

Nancy: Hm, how ghastly

Nancy: I’ll be [wherever the fam is going] unless I get a better offer before then

Teddy: [recommend some y’all fun things for her to do if she ends up in said place, whether that’s word of mouth goss from people or you’ve been]

Nancy: You’re such a sweetie

Teddy: It’s nothing if not on theme 🧁🍰🎂

Nancy: Are you happy with how the party turned out?

Teddy: [send her the dad blackmail nudes as a yes so you don’t have to give a real answer]

Nancy: That makes me feel terrible about myself, ugh

Teddy: Don’t be absurd

Nancy: How did your sister do it, did she have an ED?

Teddy: I assume so, she’s the most type A person I’ve ever met

Nancy: Diet coke and vodka only for me from now on

Nancy: no [whatever drink you got him and he compared you to]

Teddy: You don’t want any more cake? How sad, we’re yet to do candles

Nancy: It’s very sad being a girl

Teddy: Chlo accused me of being one, it was rather amusing

Teddy: [send her that bit of convo]

Nancy: Ha

Nancy: so devastated I can’t confirm it myself

Teddy: Imagine her as a mother to a son, my poor children are going to require such intensive therapy

Nancy: You’ll meanwhile be thrilled to have someone more fucked up than you

Teddy: Excuse you, I’m the well-adjusted child, no rehab or incest fantasies to my name

Nancy: Not yet and lies

Teddy: Your jealousy will turn you uglier than cake, darling

Nancy: You can be a delusional twink for a few more years, live it up

Teddy: How generous, thank you, Nance

Teddy: your blessing, of course, means the world to me

Nancy: Shut up, you’re an idiot

Teddy: Your blood sugar is low, you’re talking nonsense

Nancy: There’s nothing adjusted about you

Teddy: Put your corset back on, I prefer you deprived of oxygen

Nancy: You prefer [this gay boy] on his knees, everyone knows, sweetie

Teddy: Oh now I understand, you’re sulking

Nancy: soaking, thank you

Teddy: No need to thank me, though yes, you were

Nancy: [send a picture of this hot tub which is probably a health hazard full of bodies at this point like no silly]

Teddy: You’re very red, you may want to get out

Nancy: Don’t neg me

Teddy: You are, I’m merely pointing out what everyone else can see

Nancy: If Chlo wants a solid cover, she can say you invited her over for a dip

Nancy: is that true, do you think?

Teddy: I don’t tend to consider what she wants

Nancy: You’re selfish, I know

Teddy: Too many eyes on you are making you paranoid

Nancy: No, I love it

Teddy: I’ll leave you to your adoring public then

Nancy: says you, Mr let the street see

Teddy: You’re welcome, by the way

Nancy: Don’t act like that had anything to do with me

Teddy: The act had everything to do with you

Nancy: He has a dick

Teddy: Which was irrelevant, he didn’t put it anywhere

Nancy: That’s still awful and insulting of you to say

Teddy: It isn’t Chlo who desires a solid cover, I gave you one

Nancy: I’m perfectly capable of creating my own and did but sure

Nancy: Thanks a lot, Teddy

Teddy: In which case, you’ve got 0 business being upset with me

Nancy: Your ego said I was upset, so you started calling me ugly

Teddy: I would never call you ugly

Nancy: I don’t care who you fuck, Chlo, [this boy], anyone

Teddy: Okay, good, that spares us an awkward & tedious conversation

Teddy: the likes of which I already had with my bride before she fled

Nancy: That’s entirely her fault for thinking you’re good enough to be a boyfriend

Teddy: For the record, I could care less who you fuck either, unless you persist on your fool’s errand to turn my brother into your next boyfriend

Nancy: Good, even that is none of your concern

Teddy: I have 0 cause for concern, he doesn’t want you

Nancy: Not right now

Teddy: Not ever, apparently

Nancy: I imagine he’ll feel a little different when my parents are looking to press charges and your family implodes from your little scheme

Teddy: About Ava perhaps, he doesn’t feel anything for you beyond his sobriety crusade

Nancy: Ava will be far away finishing her A-levels in some girl’s boarding school for her own safety

Teddy: She’ll be finishing them at the school he knows well, your parents couldn’t get your brother off your cousin, I highly doubt they’ll step up to save her

Nancy: She’s the favourite, as well as the actually well-adjusted child, don’t underestimate how preferential her treatment is

Teddy: The point is, your parents won’t even view what she’s doing as a fall from grace, J isn’t a blood relation, she’s doing fantastic for herself

Nancy: How little you know

Teddy: How little I care for your family squabbles

Nancy: How little I care what you think, I’ll continue to do what I like

Teddy: As you should

Nancy: So we’re done here then

Teddy: If you like

Nancy: Why would I want to stay

Teddy: Countless reasons, a hot tub full, it would appear

Nancy: I have to get out, I’m so red and disgusting

Teddy: I said red

Nancy: and I know what you meant

Teddy: Where’s the fun in passing out without me? None of them will take care of you

Nancy: You slapped me

Teddy: I remember

Nancy: [a person, god knows who] had to be pulled out ages ago

Teddy: I’ll come down there and pull you out in a moment if I have to

Nancy: Don’t you dare touch me

Teddy: Everyone will talk & you’ll be REALLY upset

Nancy: [a dramatic and wobbly POV of you getting out of this hot tub like THERE]

Teddy: Good girl

Nancy: You expect me to just melt, don’t you

Teddy: Not now you’re out of the hot tub

Nancy: Not the dad jokes

Teddy: Ha ha

Nancy: it’s a good thing you’re pretty

Teddy: [ignoring her, posting that he’s finally gone to the present table and is bothering to open these, doing it like this to shame anyone who didn’t serve & even worse the people who didn’t bring anything at all because everyone can see what he got]

Nancy: [very French king of you, at least we can watch this and be nosey, as is our love, just reacting according with the emojis when we approve or disapprove]

Teddy: The existence of yours was a lie, they aren’t here

Nancy: Only the bottle, which I told you, was gonna be long gone

Nancy: like I’m going to be caught giving you anything more

Teddy: You told me you did

Nancy: Are you asking for your other presents now?

Teddy: Are they real or imaginary?

Nancy: Why would I lie, that would be so strange

Teddy: Why would you hide them from me?

Nancy: To keep them safe, silly boy

Teddy: Where?

Nancy: My bag

Teddy: & which one is yours?

Nancy: I have it

Nancy: you’ll have to decide to start being nice again if you want it

Teddy: [not you just looking everywhere for her instead and when you find her, wherever she may be, holding your hands out like an expectant child]

Nancy: [pulling a face at him like ew, stop that and holding your bag to you tight like he is a mugger]

Teddy: [never have the words ‘hand it over’ been SO charged with tension, excuse him everybody]

Nancy: [this is giving roleplay right now lmao, like okay performance, also there’s no privacy in the basement where you probably still were it’s just one room with a bathroom or the sauna and you can’t be pulling him into either without looking a type of way, so pushing to make room on this sofa next to you so you’re at least not causing a complete scene on this day ‘sit down’ with the same drama]

Teddy: [‘no’ as petulantly as she was being earlier, because we genuinely don’t want to be in the basement, the scene of her crimes lol, we just want our gifts ‘just give them to me’]

Nancy: [getting up so offended like how dare you reject my offer and also be so rude about this ‘why the fuck should I?’ with a laugh of disbelief]

Teddy: [‘Because you don’t want me to hurt you, you’re SUCH a baby about it’ not you referring to earlier in front of people, oooh]

Nancy: [at least you can, however predictably, return the favour and slap him before using the basement’s front door and getting out onto the street like a drunken cliche]

Teddy: [laugh because you love it and she raided the jewellery so she’s probably still ringed up too thanks to your mother’s stash and you can have a matching cut which you touch before following her like an even bigger cliche, literally pull her back like stop, because there’s nobody from this party on the street when they’re allowed to smoke and do whatever else they want inside, and you can, not that you’d care in this moment if there were]

Nancy: [not you running off with god knows how much worth of his mother’s things lol, I don’t even know what you’ll be wearing at this point because you wouldn’t have had anything but your underwear on in the sauna then hot tub but presumably you’ve found something to put on since then to be breaking out onto this street in but who can say, the way you’d be gagged if you saw him not follow his girlfriend earlier haha but I suppose y’all can pretend it’s about the jewellery and stick to that, TURNING back with your hand raised like you’re going to go for a second round but you’re distracted by the fact he’s got a cut too, taking a step towards him]

Teddy: [either she’s in white lingerie which is potentially wet and thus see through or she’s in that and his mother’s stolen fur coat so add that to the millions she’s running away with lol, either way, both iconic, GRABBING her wrist like you would if you were stopping her from slapping you a 2nd time even though she has not, squeezing it hard enough to hurt as you pull her closer towards you]

Nancy: [it’s giving escort truly, not that you’re giving it another thought, or a thought to begin with, here opening your mouth but stopping yourself from making a noise, jutting your chin out and closing what’s left of the gap between y’all ‘I am NOT a baby’ because so offended you would say that in front of people, scratching your nails on the cheek that’s already red and scratched from the rings, just to prove a point]

Teddy: [‘yes you are’ because we ALL remember when he said she’s not my baby, you are, and he’s saying it again now, no fucks given, pushing her into the nearest wall with his body like a cliche, we can pretend it’s because there’s a less obvious view if anyone from this party is peeping but he hasn’t given an actual thought to that he just wanted to do it]

Nancy: [letting out a pant when your body makes contact with the bricks, pushing back into his body with intention, doing a little groan, blinking up at him, pausing for half a second, ‘fine, you can have your gifts’ reaching to open your bag and find them out]

Teddy: [not you taking this bag and dropping it your feet in the BIGGEST in a minute gesture of all time because you don’t even want those gifts rn, we ALL know what he actually wants, not at all caring if the entire contents of said bag falls all over the street, only caring that he’s pushing her into the wall even harder and is again licking her face where her cut is but so much more dramatically than he did earlier, highkey mouthing at it and basically biting her face like he did when they were doing their OG feral antics ‘let me have you’]

Nancy: [not even looking down even though it’s your bag and your things, can only launch yourself at him face first, copying what he’s doing on you as perfectly as you can when you’re not thinking at all and just being guided by what you want, pulling him into you repeatedly, crashing his hips against yours to punctuate the ‘I can’t stop thinking about you’ sounding equal parts angry and like you never want to stop]

Teddy: [me like I hope she does also have that fur coat on because he is RIPPING that lingerie in a way that she simply could not then walk away and not get arrested for indecent exposure, tearing the entire crotch out and then at his clothes to be fucking her against this wall as ferally as anyone has ever ‘you’re going to love me’ likewise punctuated by these antics and sounding as insistent]

Nancy: [we’ll be kind and say you do because it’s also a mood so have it lads, likewise a mood he’s ruined your lingerie and you’re making that clear with how willingly you’re exposing yourself, not really knowing if the fur coat/his body means that he’s definitely the only one who can see because right now you do not care at all, doing the most to make sure he’s fucking you as deeply as is physically possible for both your sake’s, moaning his name with the same kind of exposed energy]

Teddy: [me like I’m glad for her ridiculous wig because it will cushion her head from these bricks when he is literally slamming her against them with how hard he’s going at this rn, at least until this boy PULLS it off with how he’s kissing her and we’re likewise letting that disappear with no thought at all as if it wasn’t a very expensive rental, IMMEDIATELY all up in her real hair because he’s missed it so much]

Nancy: [my boo says until it ain’t, unlucky bitch, lord knows you didn’t stop him choking you out, you aren’t gonna stop from risk of concussion here and now, being so frenzied about all of this, including asking ‘how does my pussy feel this time?’ because REMEMBERING the first hookup when]

Teddy: [every time he tries to give her an actual answer just MOANING because that good, is he embarrassed about the fact he cannot speak, no, is he even redder than her in that hot tub rn from how feral this all is, yes]

Nancy: [kissing him like you intend to deprive him of all oxygen and only leave room for your tongue in his mouth, holding his red face in your hands and SQUEEZING his cheeks tighter and tighter ‘you’ve made it yours’ as something you’re breathing into him, forehead pushing against his so your head is being rattled off this wall yet again when he invariably pushes you back]

Teddy: [LOVES to see his blood running down her hand from the way she’s squeezed his cheeks and made that tiny cut worse, can only let that be known by the insane EYE CONTACT he’s giving as his gaze goes from her hand to her eyes, panting ‘you give the best gifts’ because this is the real one rn regardless of whatever she has also got for his bday]

Nancy: [making a handprint right across your heart that is making your whole chest bang visibly, immediately attempting to get enough blood to do the same to him because you gotta ‘only the best for my boy’ casual words but there is nothing casual about how they’re being said in the slightest, planting your hand firmly on his chest to the point you’re pushing him a little too far away and you have to whimper like no]

Teddy: [catch him coming back SO dramatically that it was as if that push lasted a thousand years and sent him half way across the street, thrusting into her so hard that they can both hear her head hit the wall and it’s such a sickening kind of knock that he should be worried and not into it but we know it’s the latter, cradling her head then and kissing it so dramatically, literally combing through her hair with his fingers to see if she’s bleeding but has he stopped any of these feral antics, no]

Nancy: [when it’s hard to tell if you’re moaning or crying because the answer is both, at the same time and at an indecently loud level on both counts, shaking with the shock of how it felt and clutching at him ‘make it feel better’ repeated over and over with sincerity and undeniable !!]

Teddy: [doing the absolute MOST to make her forget all about it because at the point he couldn’t even stop if he wanted to, which he does not, could not be holding her tighter to stop her from shaking, wrapping this fur coat around her as much as he possibly can without it interfering with the absolutely unhinged rhythm they are in, continuing to kiss her head and face absolutely everywhere indiscriminately and absolutely indecently]

Nancy: [‘you’ll be such a good daddy to your babies’ snuggling your face into the softness of this coat and looking up at him as if there’s anything coy about this entire display]

Teddy: [‘hers aren’t mine’ just letting her know that she’s his only baby, soz not soz Chlo, imagine if this scheme actually went ahead, things would be wild in these streets]

Nancy: [thank the lord she runs and finds her mans because the drama no one but y’all needs truly, ‘I am’ smiling at him so pleased with ourself and with you in this moment]

Teddy: [doing the kind of unhinged close proximity nod that means his entire face is rubbing against hers because the heart eyes are FULL force and we need to break them up slightly]

Nancy: [just nuzzling each other like cats, nbd ‘I need cum’ like I need to cum and I need you to cum because feels ridiculous that you have not at this point]

Teddy: [‘you need to’ ordering her to like he’s such a gentleman he couldn’t possibly go first, he wouldn’t dream of it, when we all know he doesn’t usually give a shit about these things]

Nancy: [‘touch me like you do’ throwing out your own demand because you can and you know that’s about all it will take]

Teddy: [ofc he is ‘cum for me, please’ throwing a please out exactly like she did earlier when they both refused to before, we love to see it, no plea just as if he’s being polite with his demand in contrast to his utterly feral actions]

Nancy: [when you’ve slammed yourself onto him as roughly as you can, holding him still by his hips and not letting him pull out an inch whilst you spasm around him, maintaining eye contact until you physically cannot to kill you even more because you can’t handle it]

Teddy: [he won’t be able to handle it either so he’ll be following right after her and basically collapsing against this wall which will crush her to it with his dead weight for a second because DEAD, it’s only when he literally kicks her bag as he’s getting himself up that he even remembers these presents he so wanted even exist, looking but he cannot bend down to pick them up yet cos SO out of breath, I hope she didn’t get him anything fragile]

Nancy: [use the wall to keep you upright kids, it’s a must with how gone you both are, looking too and doing a small smirk ‘I promised you could have them now’ like don’t worry, I won’t take them away before you can, then looking down at yourself to assess the actual indecent mess you are out on the street like this, doing a sharp intake of breath like well damn]

Teddy: [instead first finding her cigarettes and lighter and going through that whole rigmarole of lighting up, like a cliche and his own version of well damn, when you’re literally shaking because of how dramatically you just came, this cigarette literally bobbing about between his lips as he takes the first drag of it before passing it to her, only then finally finding and opening these presents (so you’ll have to tell me what they are hehe), the absolute carnage of unwrapping them because he’s still shaky and also always chaotic so he’d be tearing into them anyway as hardcore as that lingerie lbr]

Nancy: [my boo demands to know her damn self lmao, okay, so obviously you are limited to bag size because are we trying to carry around a damn sack this whole party, nay nay, so we know the drugs are in there that you wanted, then I’m thinking a spenny bracelet because he clearly does not have as many/any because my boo doesn’t mention then and it’s giving possessive it’s giving handcuffs etc like it could look like literal handcuffs idk and that’s the main thing you’ve actually put thought into and then as for the other you’re being peak unhinged and giving him your underwear from the first time you messed around but did not hook up which is a whole month ago at this point, you being self-assured he’s gonna remember for me]

Teddy: [we been knew that I’ve been nosy every day of my life and you haven’t disappointed me boo, ask me why this boy never wears bracelets, I couldn’t tell you, the only time I remember him doing it is when he did an ad, so I LOVE this gift and the intimacy of you making her put it on you, it’s giving when he put his arms out and demanded this gifts in the first place except not at all, oh girls of course he remembers, grinning at her and then looking down at her like ‘I’ll be nice and let you borrow them, if you’re coming back inside’ because she’s so close to the baze gaff she could walk home easily instead but we’re making it clear we don’t want her to leave until the bitter end of this party, stealing the cig back and taking another drag because these gifts are really something and he doesn’t know what to say]

Nancy: [you aren’t good at things like this either and would’ve been debating the inclusion of the bracelet the entire time, hence it was not put on the table, your other valid reasons aside, so we’re fine with just focusing on what’s easy to in this moment ie the state of you and how we ended up here, rolling our eyes affectionately like oh please ‘you mean you want me to’ because chance to add more memories to the garment/gift, sliding out of the ones you are barely wearing because they are fucked and holding out your hand like okay]

Teddy: [you’ll see him wearing this bracelet every day now for the rest of his life so it’s FINE you’ll know he likes it, but in the here and now ‘I’m torn, actually, much like these’ as he reaches to touch them/pick them up from the cold hard ground instead of handing the new ones over because adding to the mems is tempting but so is knowing she’s even more naked at this function and why, getting distracted when his wrist catches the light whether that’s street, moon or security, and LOOKING at this bracelet with heart eyes, THINKING about the gesture of her giving him this because he gave her his mum’s necklace so they’ve exchanged jewellery now that’s so romantic]

Nancy: [it's very romantic and neither of you is acknowledging it verbally but we all know it, trying not to THINK about it too much for all the reasons but you can’t stop yourself from it when he’s stood in front of you being so blatant and about it, distracting yourself however futilely by shakily doing up this coat if it has fastenings/holding it around yourself properly so you don’t flash everyone immediately because you’re game obviously ‘I’ll go first’ because hardly safe for you to stay out here in this state/at any time in comparison to him, lingering though and not just walking to and in the front door]

Teddy: [pulling her back, even though she hasn’t left yet, much like how he did when they first got out here but gentler, pulling her into him and fully picking her up as if he’s gonna carry her inside, no fucks given in that moment to her flashing anyone ‘don’t leave yet’ because he simply doesn’t want her to]

Nancy: [letting yourself be pulled back, into him and picked up without any hesitation because you don’t want to leave him either, cuddling around his neck and kissing his face better ‘yours needs cleaning too, remember’ like it’s very important but you just want your TCP revenge]

Teddy: [making a face like he’s HORRIFIED at the prospect lol because shan’t be brave either thank you ‘it’ll hurt’ hiding against her and this giant coat like no no but then remembering her head and lifting his back up ‘oh, speaking of, how many fingers am I holding up’ obvs doing however many he touched her with when she asked him to]

Nancy: [laughing ‘I couldn’t do that before’ because whether we’re talking about being intoxicated or dyslexic both are true and we can’t be bothered to care about this potentially dangerous injury, the kind of life we’re living ‘though the fact you’re trying to murder me hasn’t gone unnoticed’ licking these fingers playfully as you make EYE CONTACT like I’m watching you]

Teddy: [doing his own laugh at both these things because she does amuse him, kissing the top of her head like she’s a little girl like oh you, maintaining this EYE CONTACT as he finds the drugs she gave him and gives her her share, I think they were pills (?), so do it with a kiss ‘there, there, take your medicine’ like that’ll make her feel better instead of potentially worse if she did have a head injury]

Nancy: [yep they are pills so get to popping and pull him back in for a makeout because there’s always time before they kick in and you just have to ‘could go visit Chlo’ like lol imagine]

Teddy: [‘you, me or us as a we, together’ because all of those possibilities are hilarious tbh, each word in between a kiss just because he can and will ‘when will you talk to her?’ as a more genuine question though which isn’t punctuated by smooches, love that he hasn’t put her down and is still very much holding her]

Nancy: [‘you said I wanted to see her’ pushing his shoulder away so you’re LOOKING at each other because thanks for that one but also he did so it’s a valid excuse, shrugging a shoulder ‘I could go right now, cry about it all with her’]

Teddy: [‘Because I wanted to get her here’ as if Chlo is so obsessed with Nancy that it’s all it would take cos lowkey where’s the lie you wanna be her so bad sis ‘and you’ll have come up by the time you get there’ like you won’t be in the mood to cry y’all will be buzzing when this hits but he’s holding her tighter like excuse you stop trying to leave me]

Nancy: [when you’d already forgotten about taking that and you’re like whoops ‘okay, okay, not right now’ snuggling your head into the side of his neck like I’m not leaving ‘I just want to help you’]

Teddy: [stroking her hair v softly, we can pretend it was tickling him and he’s just moving it but no ‘I’ll need ALL your help to breed with her’ when you keep saying it because so true ‘who did you fuck?’ because even if he’s heard he wants to hear it from her, said so casually and conversationally with no accusation or jealousy or anything, you wouldn’t even know they’d argued about it]

Nancy: [at least we’re receptive to it now we’re not mad at you ‘she won’t mind that I’m there’ said so confidently, which, in theory, if she’s fucking him to get pregnant, she can hardly tell the world you are lol so go off lads ‘maybe we can go together’ actually considering this even though you should not, until he asks his question and you’re hopping down because even if he’s asking nicely you’re still like ugh ‘why?’]

Teddy: [‘she would, however, try and talk you into a pregnancy pact’ we see you putting the idea out there and into this girl’s head of her also being pregnant with your child while shading Chlo, picking her back up again purely to be petty because you only want to put her down when you want to, giving her a lil shake but playfully ‘I’m curious’ again very Alice and very catlike, we love to see it]

Nancy: [my boo says I see you, boy, don’t think I don’t lol, still at this point in time we will merely laugh like oh God imagine because no desire to be a mother and stop doing what we want when we want all the time, blowing out a sigh when he picks you up but it’s half-affectionate, messing up his hair like oh you ‘you want to know if you’ve slept with them too, I know’ because he is that boy and has been so we aren’t surprised nor offended, hence name these two guys you got in the middle of, lack of a better term]

Teddy: [‘& predictably I have’ because why not say he did, he lowkey has slutted around everyone at this party ‘how was it for you?’ giving nothing away about how it was for him, only fishing because jemily know that their hook ups were unfulfilling so obvs he can’t help thinking about how his was, especially now that he has that insane hookup of tancy’s to compare it with]

Nancy: [doing a fake yawn because yes, so predictable, then raising your brows like oops, that wasn’t my review but shrugging because yeah, actually, stand by it ‘enough to keep me busy but nothing to go back for’]

Teddy: [a nod because same ‘it’s a good thing he’s pretty’ not you deliberately using the exact same words she did @ you for the boy you hooked up with like yeah he’s beautiful but otherwise giving nothing]

Nancy: [‘that’s always described the guest list’ because nothing changes and you end up finding everyone disappointing and boring in the end, patting his shoulder sympathetically ‘I’m dating someone’s dad next’]

Teddy: [‘truly’ because he couldn’t agree more, he’s only just today turned 16 and he’s already so bored by everyone ‘I’m dating Seb, I promised Gia’ because you said you were gonna snatch him]

Nancy: [looking at him like that’s a new one ‘kinda mean to save her from her loveless marriage but trap your brother in his’ like pick a lane lol]

Teddy: [getting your phone out and giving her that convo to read just for fun, with no thought or fucks given to if he said anything that he might not want Nancy to read]

Nancy: [I just skimmed and it’s mostly family drama/Teddy being a very unbelievable victim lol, the only bit that isn’t going to be like well let’s not discuss that is him saying his girlfriend would marry him, hence showing him that bit like oh, is THAT the plan now lmao]

Teddy: [it’s him genuinely and without being a bitch, being like ‘oh sorry, should I read it to you?’ as she’s reading because dyslexic and he doesn’t know if she can, for me, but when she gets to that bit and shows him, shrugging ‘I said she would & she would, if I asked’ because genuinely believes he could make this girl do anything and tbh where’s the lie so far]

Nancy: [‘how do you think we message? I’m not illiterate, arsehole’ because however much of a dick he’s not being it still pisses us off, scoffing ‘why’d you think your sister would care?’ like that’s the bit we’re questioning here]

Teddy: [‘perhaps you require different phone settings on yours or something, I don’t know, do I?’ because valid ‘she was calling me unweddable, I refuted it, that’s all’]

Nancy: [get down again because bad vibes ‘you’re bringing me down when we’re meant to be going up, come on’ like we need to go find music because these drugs will be wasted if we start arguing instead]

Teddy: [let her this time even if you’re making an OTT noise like ugh FINE because offended she’s claiming you’re bringing bad vibes when you were trying to be supportive about her horrific disability for once ‘you go first’ an echo of what she said]

Nancy: [when reading all that has made you feel a type of way and you shouldn’t have but you’re nosey and we related, you simply had to, turning and not looking back as you wave behind you ‘safe travels’]

Teddy: [scoff at her and call ‘what’s that, irish folklore?’ at her as she walks away because any excuse to drag her poor roots always]

Nancy: It means find someone else to dance with, okay

Teddy: I wasn’t going to ask you, you don’t wish to be seen with me unless you’re slapping my face

Nancy: I’ve danced with you before

Teddy: & on that occasion your boyfriend hit me

Nancy: because you asked him to

Teddy: It wasn’t my fault

Nancy: Fine, blame me, just forget it

Teddy: I’ll do my best to forget your rejection

Nancy: Teddy, don’t

Teddy: Always a pleasure, Nancy

Nancy: You just sounded like such a child and it reminded me that you are

Nancy: I’m not rejecting you I’m just backing off

Teddy: They’re both the same thing

Nancy: I mean you haven’t done anything to be rejected

Teddy: The end result doesn’t change, darling, let’s not kid ourselves

Teddy: oops, that word must be triggering for you

Nancy: I hope you can make the best of your high

Teddy: How grown up of you, thanks

Nancy: I’m serious, a bad time on this shit is hellish and I feel it starting

Teddy: Well, if I need a babysitter I won’t ask you either

Nancy: I’m sorry, don’t come in [whatever bathroom you are hiding in because you feel like shit]

Teddy: Of course now I’m going to

Teddy: [come and find her because even though she upset you, you really do care, pick her up off this bathroom floor or whatever and cradle her like she’s a child]

Nancy: [me like thank god you were evidently blocking the door so there aren’t other people in here because you are just opening the floodgates like you’ve been given truth serum in a totally unfiltered way, telling him why you’re a bad person for all of this but also all the other reasons you’re a bad person, just an absolute laundry list]

Teddy: [love that you would’ve had to bust in this door dramatically because she was blocking it, don’t hurt her again please, just shhing her and stroking her back and hair and everywhere else you think might be comforting like she’s a baby or a pet, doing little kisses and calling her darling over and over in the softest voice you have ever used as you tell her it’s okay and literally everything you like about her in the same kind of word vomit that you aren’t even thinking about filtering you just want her to feel better]

Nancy: [and thank god you’re both on it and these things never last long, so when it’s all over you can just pretend it never happened lol lol lol, moving onto telling him why you’re sorry in what would be in other circumstances hilarious detail, like I’m sorry for when I and listing every unhinged thing y’all have done thus far like girl, shh]

Teddy: [‘baby, you just hit your head’ like that’s the only reason this is occurring and none of it is either of their faults because that’s the narrative we’re going with and nobody can stop us]

Nancy: [‘punishment’ so seriously, biting your lip a little too hard how people be on the drugs, as if God himself smacked your head into that wall for fucking this boy]

Teddy: [‘you’re a good girl’ as seriously like no I will accept no alternatives at this time, SO gently pulling her lip from out of her teeth with his own and kissing it better like his life depends on it]

Nancy: [kissing him back softly like you’re unsure but you’re doing a happy sigh, vibrating it against his lips and giggling about the sensation ‘it feels so-’ shaking your head dreamily as you’re STARING at his face with your big saucer eyes and trying to think of the word]

Teddy: [‘good too, I know’ because you’re in no state yourself to think of another or better word, holding her face gently in both his hands]

Nancy: [nodding, carrying it on just that shade too long like calm down ‘good, are we good?’ tracing the word on his forehead and his chin and then each cheek, booping his nose like a full stop]

Teddy: [regardless of whether or not being ticklish was a lie, he’s laughing in this moment, likewise a bit too much, lying down on this bathroom floor fully and pulling her into him like they’re a couple in a bed lying side by side]

Nancy: [‘this is nice’ when this would sound so sarcastic if you weren’t high but you are so it isn’t, snuggling him like there we go, moment complete ‘it’s your birthday now, isn’t it’ because remembering somewhere in the back of your mind that he wanted to take these pills the time he was actually born, humming happy birthday into the skin on his bicep you’re lying on]

Teddy: [‘what time is it?’ dreamily because you have no idea not as a genuine question you’re expecting her to answer but for all you know your bday is over ‘happy birthday to me’ regardless, as something which would likewise sound and be said sarcastically if they weren’t high]

Nancy: [saying the date like that is your birthday, because lord knows you can’t find out the time right now, even though all either of you would have to do is look at your phone, it isn’t gonna register ‘you said I get the best gifts’ beaming here like that was so nice of you]

Teddy: [waving this bracelet around in front of his eyes in that high mesmerised by it manner because he was when he was sober tbh, he loves it ‘this is really’ whether you’re saying it like you mean it’s the best or you just can’t think of a word, irrelevant]

Nancy: [watching it too and going to paw at it, like babies do with their baby gyms or cats with their toys, doing another happy sigh ‘you’re really’ like y’all are speaking in full sentences and you know EXACTLY what he meant ‘cos on the same wavelength]

Teddy: [‘I love everything’ because he do, her, this gift, the moment, all of it, no notes]

Nancy: [‘happy for you, happy for me’ because you really and truly cared about making his birthday better and in general making him happier when you know he ain’t and no one else cares but all of that is too much for you to be able to verbalise in this state so stick with that and give him another really gentle kiss]

Teddy: [have a clumsy but soft makeout sesh about it for a while because what are words when you feel so many things]

Nancy: [when I know you’re probably saying you love him which is risky business because when will this wear off and will you remember, will you pretend you don’t even if you do, lord knows you can’t be held responsible but I’m still like omg]

Teddy: [it’s fine he’d say it back as an ILY too so you’re both equally guilty here, god bless]

Nancy: [winnie says guilty as sin x but at least people will be banging this door to get in as it’s a bathroom and that can be a trigger to bring you down, scowling at the door like excuse me, how very rude as you’re struggling to sit up]

Teddy: [obvs doing his usual and telling these people to go away because it’s his house he can, sounding like you do when you get woken up and are cross about it, literally pulling SUCH a pouty face as if these peeps can see it and will be like oh soz]

Nancy: [y’all are cracking me up, people wanna piss/have bathroom sex/do their own drugs and you’re like wow, whilst we slumber? Shocking behavior, literally shouting ‘no housekeeping’ because you live in a hotel and are clearly a rude bitch lmao]

Teddy: [absolutely iconic from her ‘do slide your drugs under the door though’ as if they will just because it’s your birthday haha]

Nancy: [when no door drugs appear scrunching up your nose like how unforgivable ‘you got a bump or two?’ stretching because you feel as though that might adequately wake you, as if you have been asleep here and not in love]

Teddy: [literally shouting ‘it’s my birthday’ at the door like the audacity to be so rude and unfeeling randoms, you bastards, but then emptying his pockets to frankly hilarious effect when still none appear because god knows what he has in there at this point in the night or how many pockets this outfit even has]

Nancy: [trawling through the things that do appear like what the hell bestie, some of which would be your underwear because gotta still have that somewhere, smirking like he’s some pervert who just stole them and you didn’t give them to him for perverted purposes, tutting at the lack of coke however]

Teddy: [me knowing that he also has the ripped af ones and didn’t just leave them where she did because he’s sentimental like that ‘where’s YOUR bag?’ because for all he knows she literally also left that on the street because he did not care and wasn’t paying attention but the point is where is YOUR coke why am I expected to provide]

Nancy: [when you’ve definitely left it on the street in front of his house because you’re a chaotic slag, at least this gives you the excuse to run out and past these hoes sharpish because need to see if it’s still there lol]

Teddy: [calling after her ‘I’ll buy you new [whatever he remembers being in her bag when he went through it for her cigarettes and his presents respectively]’ fully like leave it and forget it, it’s gone forever bye because he’s so chaotic and wasteful and values nothing, giving why are you running]

Nancy: [inaudibly shouting that it has your blank in it because either acting like this is sentimental or it genuinely is, either way, run and see it’s definitely not there babes]

Teddy: Well?

Nancy: Thank fuck I put my phone in my bra

Teddy: What have you lost? Besides [and the list of what he can remember]

Nancy: Alright, smartypants

Nancy: I didn’t have my cards, or any cash, but they discontinued that shade of lipstick

Teddy: Who? I’ll ask them to make more of it for you

Nancy: You’ll ask [whatever boujee makeup brand this is] to make more, just for me

Teddy: Yes

Nancy: You do make me laugh

Teddy: I’m not joking, I’m emailing them now

Nancy: Are you still high?

Nancy: Let me read it before you send it

Teddy: Hardly high enough to agree to a dyslexic proofreader

Teddy: & no, I want to talk about you

Nancy: Back to your charming self, darling

Teddy: You loathe receiving my compliments

Teddy: [but literally sending her double the amount of money he’s calculated her missing things to be worth so she can rebuy even better versions]

Nancy: No I don’t

Nancy: it’s your birthday

Teddy: Shh, I’m talking to the people who are going to make you a personalised lipstick, if I don’t concentrate it’ll be all wrong

Nancy: but 🥺

Teddy: But 0

Nancy: 🤐

Teddy: [a pause while he sends the longest emails back and forth just gushing about this girl and genuinely arranging for her to have her own lipstick tailored to all the things he has said because if you have enough money you can do anything]

Teddy: Okay, what was it you wanted to say to me?

Nancy: I missed you

Teddy: What are you doing?

Nancy: Talking to Chlo about James and Ava for you

Teddy: I’m shocked she’s awake, perhaps she’s who we should be asking for our bumps

Nancy: I’m shocked she still has her septum, yeah

Nancy: she’s clearly stewing over what you proposed

Teddy: She’s all too aware she’d dream about me

Nancy: I’ll let you be a bighead

Teddy: Because you’re proud of yourself

Teddy: I’m proud of you too

Nancy: please

Teddy: You know I’m in awe of the things you can make people do

Nancy: Says you, look at this party

Nancy: everyone adores you

Teddy: Birthdays & cash don’t count, they work for everyone

Nancy: So do good looks, so does everything

Teddy: Absolutely, you’re more than your incredible looks though

Nancy: We’re talking about you

Teddy: I’m not

Nancy: I wish I could talk about you

Teddy: Chlo is famously out of the loop & won’t be none the wiser who [nancy’s bf] is, I’ll be your boyfriend

Nancy: No you won’t

Teddy: You don’t wish you could talk about me then, you liar

Nancy: Talk about you, not an imaginary boyfriend

Teddy: I’d detest giving him credit too, obviously

Nancy: I’m going to get a new one, this isn’t working out

Teddy: [the one gay she got in the middle of] or [the other lol]?

Nancy: A throuple, obviously 🙄

Teddy: They are that co-dependent, true

Nancy: I don’t need to be in the emotional middle of all that, imagine

Nancy: suppose you’re sticking with the bride

Teddy: You’re much too fond of slurs, for a start

Nancy: If they’re gay they faked it convincingly enough

Teddy: Of course they did, you’re Chlo’s opposite, she flips men one way, you the other

Nancy: Ha, is that what happened

Teddy: Clearly

Nancy: You’ve never been gay, contrary to what you sister might think

Teddy: Why on earth are you being SO uncharacteristically nice to me?

Nancy: You just gave me lots of money, why else

Teddy: I’m not about to take it back

Nancy: Fine, fuck you

Teddy: Third time is supposedly the charm

Nancy: You wish, baby

Nancy: I’m super busy

Teddy: Fine, I’ll occupy myself with finding you a new boyfriend

Nancy: Really?

Teddy: It won’t prove very difficult

Nancy: Are you insulting my standards, all the way down there with yours

Teddy: I was singing your praises, as always

Nancy: Why are YOU being so nice

Teddy: As written above, when am I not?

Nancy: We’re having an amnesty for your birthday, no list today

Teddy: I’ll ask again in [however long until it’s no longer his bday which clearly as far as he’s concerned is when this party ends, which we’re estimating as the time his dad wants him in work], noted

Nancy: You’ll find a distraction before then

Teddy: Undeniably, there’s plenty of money remaining to give to the poker table

Nancy: How much are you down tonight?

Teddy: I’m hurt at your presumption I’m not on a winning streak

Nancy: I know you

Teddy: [tell her how much you are down as if it’s nothing when it’s actually so much]

Nancy: Jesus, you need to go find some more drugs or someone to suck your dick again instead

Teddy: You sound like my sister, money is there to be spent

Nancy: Yeah, in exchange for goods and/or services, darling

Nancy: why do you like losing so much?

Teddy: It’s an act of charity, you aren’t complaining when I’m losing the family fortune to your needs

Nancy: You’re all heart

Teddy: Or perhaps I’m just childish

Nancy: Why not both, dream big

Teddy: It’s your nightmare, not mine

Nancy: What are you talking about?

Teddy: YOU talked about how I’m such a child

Nancy: Hours ago, why are you getting upset about that now

Teddy: I’m not upset

Nancy: You seem it

Teddy: Maybe you can’t read people either

Nancy: You’re thinking about your sister again, you shouldn’t have let me read it if it was going to put you in a mood

Teddy: You’re the one who spiralled, I’m in a fantastic mood

Nancy: I’m very glad

Teddy: [suggest a potential bf, whether you’re being serious or shady who can ever say lol]

Nancy: 💭

Teddy: Yes, I know, my mind

Nancy: No, I mean I’m debating what you’re possibly trying to say with that candidate

Teddy: Take your time, darling, you evidently find me quite the puzzle

Nancy: Why do you want to pick?

Teddy: You’re busy, I’m not, it isn’t THAT deep, truly

Nancy: Alright, whatever you say

Teddy: If you refuse to take me at my word, what I say is utterly irrelevant

Nancy: I don’t refuse that

Teddy: & yet, I can feel your scepticism through the phone

Nancy: well I did say I wanted an older man and I’m the oldest person at this party so

Teddy: Well, [someone we’re shading] acts ancient, I don’t understand why they even bothered to come 🥱

Teddy: Is [someone who isn’t at the party and we genuinely think she would get with] a more suitable prospect?

Nancy: Their parents are divorcing, home atmosphere is icy, what I’ve heard

Nancy: but perhaps, yes

Teddy: Incredible, theirs can be my new mummy given mine is far too busy

Nancy: Be fair

Nancy: her face isn’t going to keep itself

Teddy: Her face was fine, the issues are psychological

Nancy: You’re not [however old his mum is/we think she is because you don’t know exactly of course]

Teddy: Neither is she, guess again, except don’t because this is a tedious game

Nancy: Whatever, you’ll care when your hairline recedes, that’s my point

Teddy: I care that it’s my birthday, not that she makes it about her lost youth

Nancy: She’s upset about YOU

Teddy: That crisis will be poised for my leaving home

Nancy: It’ll be revisited, at every milestone, of course

Teddy: Quite

Nancy: But you won’t move out for ages, you have it too good

Teddy: Only for the renovations, not that there will be anywhere near enough, the guests are slacking

Nancy: A second act is required

Teddy: I have to do EVERYTHING myself, it seems

Teddy: give my love to my sister-in-law, the people need their king

Nancy: Good luck

Nancy: I’ve avoided mentioning you thus far

Teddy: Well done 👏

Nancy: You act as if I’m obsessed

Teddy: Aren’t you?

Nancy: Only in the one way

Nancy: don’t worry

Teddy: I didn’t dress you as my bride

Nancy: I know

Nancy: I saw the posts before she deleted them

Teddy: Screenshots live forever

Nancy: A LOT of people were filming once she arrived, the shame isn’t going anywhere

Teddy: As it shouldn’t

Nancy: I don’t think you like me, not like that

Teddy: I wouldn’t enjoy humiliating you, no

Teddy: except in your previously mentioned one way

Nancy: That goes without saying

Teddy: Nevertheless, I’ve said it

Nancy: I knew you were angry with me

Nancy: thinking about all the ways you could take it out on me

Teddy: I was & I did, it’s my parents turn right now

Nancy: Okay, see you on the other side, maybe

Teddy: [go and cause some more absolute carnage hun, soz to his parents]

Nancy: [I don’t feel hugely sorry for you but we know a lot of damage in property and cash is being done here on this day, they’re gonna be livid lol, eventually when you’ve laid enough groundwork with Chlo, you can come in and join in with whatever is going down in this gaff]

Teddy: [and I deffo don’t feel sorry for Chlo haha, we love to see the teamwork though because clearly too many people at this party are too out of it by this point and don’t have the stamina]

Nancy: [like they are correct but also they are completely stirring so you know lol, y’all are having a lovely time just getting to ruin everything here and now]

Teddy: [even a broken clock as they say, hence I’m letting you have java even if nobody believes you rn lol, if this was a film what a montage that would be, the peak romance of y’all causing and standing amongst actual wreckage, go and properly sort the dad blackmail/humiliation of it all as well because you took the pictures but then got distracted]

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

#sirius black #remus lupin #adele dumais #logan tremblay #pascal dumais #celeste dumais #coops #katie dumais #friendship #siblings #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic

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jawabear · 4 years ago

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He’ll be back at Christmas time (Maxwell Lord X Reader)

Not My GIF

A/N: this was kind of inspired by another great Christmas song called 2000 miles. I just like the one line that I used for the title. I hope you enjoy this happier Christmas fic, and thank you @ahopelessromanticwritersworld for the name of Max’s dog, I think it’s perfect. Also the other dog I used is actually entirely based on my doggy whom I love more than anything so...yeah. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, dogs (I don’t think that counts but oh well), Max doesn’t come into it till nearer the end, dogs being dogs, a hint of angst, suggestiveness as the end but nothing explicit, Max playing with dogs, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and she sits alone, all she can wonder, is when will he be home..

The fire place crackled gently and the snow fell outside as she sat on the plush sofa reading her book. It was one she had read a thousand times but she never got bored of it. She was dressed in her warmed pyjamas, fluffy socks on her feet, a mug of hot chocolate (fixed with cream and mini marshmallows of course) was set on the coffee table in front of her, and the large Christmas tree shimmer and sparkles in the corner of the room. And beside that, two dog beds. One for her dog, a black Labrador called Rosie and Max’s dog, a small Pomeranian called Marlene.

The cozy scene she had made her self however was not enough to warm her completely. Part of her would be cold until Max returned home. But she didn’t know when he would. He said he’d be gone for two weeks on an “important business trip”. That was three weeks ago.

She became sad at the thought of him. He had been away so many times, she of course had always missed him but not as much as she was this time. Perhaps it was mainly down to the fact she adored the Christmas season and she wanted to spend the whole this with her lovely Max. It wasn’t their first Christmas together but still, she wanted him there. She is the dogs there with her too, but they were fast asleep in their comfy beds. A fat lot of good that did her the help. But it was very cute to see. Especially as Marlene had decided to curl up with Rosie and sleep.

The book suddenly became uninteresting the more she thought about Max. She bookmarked her page and placed it on the coffee table and swapped it for her hot chocolate hoping that her favourite drink would cheer her up. She took a sip of it and tried to focus on just that but a memory from a few years ago popped into her head.

They sat opposite the fire place, it was Christmas Eve and she could barely contain her excitement for the big day. She had convinced him to swap his usual coffee for a mug of hot chocolate instead. He was reluctant to agree because he couldn’t say no to her. She had made one with the works. Cream and marshmallows and flakes of chocolate to top it off. She sat on the floor in front of him eagerly watching him lift the mug to his lips to take a sip. He seemed impressed by the face and the noise he made.

“It’s good” he nodded “it I do prefer my coffee”

She laughed softly as she got of the floor and straddled his legs, his hands immediately resting on her hips “your nose says otherwise” she giggled.

“What do you mean?” He asked with the tilt of his head. She ran her finger over the tip of his nose collecting the cream that was there and show it to him before she slipped the finger into mouth to clean it.

“You’re cute Max” she smiled and she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

She smiled at the memory but it didn’t make her feel any better. If anything it made her feel worse. The fact that it was Christmas Eve now and he wasn’t there to recreate that memory really hurt her. She felt so lonely.

She stood from the sofa and made her way over to the phone in the corner of the living room. The dogs shot up when she moved, making her question if they were asleep at all, and followed her to the phone. She knew the number to Max’s office off by heart. She dialled it quickly and stood patiently waiting for an answer. She didn’t expect Max to answer but she hoped that the one who did answer would have an answer as to where he was.

The phone rang with the full tone until it stopped “Maxwell Lord’s office, how can I help?” She knew that voice. It was the voice of his personal assistant Ella. She had worked there when (Y/N) was Max’s personal assistant. She was a very sweet but timid girl, not quite what Max liked but now he had (Y/N), he didn’t care about any one else.

“It’s (Y/N)” (Y/N) said trying to hide her sadness.

“Miss (L/N), Hello. What can I help you with?” Ella said politely, knowing that if she didn’t speak politely, Maxwell would know and she would loose her job in seconds.

“Do you know where Max is?” (Y/N) asked “he was meant to be gone for two weeks but he’s still not home”

“As far as I’m aware he is still on his trip. He hasn’t been in the office since he left and there hasn’t been any news of him coming back home”

“I see...” (Y/N) looked to the two dogs who sat at her feet. She reached out and began stroking Rosie, Marlene was too far down for her to reach.

“I can tell that’s not the news you wanted to hear” Ella said with a sympathetic laugh.

“No, not really” (Y/N) sighed “but thank you anyway. It’s getting late, you should be heading home. Why are you still working anyway?”

“I just got a few more papers to do and then I’ll leave”

“Good. Make sure you let me know if Max is making you work to hard. I know how difficult he can be”

“Oh no! It’s fine! I really don’t mind the work”

“That doesn’t matter. Don’t forget that I was in your position once”

“Really it’s fine. I enjoy it” (Y/N) could hear the smile in her voice.

“Yes, well, you let me know if he does get too much for you”

“I will” Ella said. “And don’t worry, I’m sure Mr Lord will be home for tomorrow”

“I hope so...” (Y/N) said sadly “you have a good Christmas Ella”

“You too”

(Y/N) put the phone down feeling more disheartened then she did before. She really hoped Max would be home for Christmas Day. She looked sadly at Rosie who seemed to notice the sadness so she rested her head on (Y/N)’s lap. “He’ll be back soon...” she whispered, more to her self than the dog, but she needed the reassurance that he would be back home.

Marlene started to bark and jump about, clearly either being jealous of lack of attention or she was hungry. Now she thought about it, (Y/N) was pretty hungry too. (Y/N) chuckled and lifted the tiny dog into her arms and carried her out to the kitchen, Rosie following close behind.

After the dogs, and herself, had been fed, she made her way back into the living room, back to the sofa where she was joined by both dogs. Marlene on her lap and Rosie at her feet. Max didn’t really like having Rosie on the sofa, only because she was a larger dog, where as Marlene was much small and could fit on your lap, Rosie couldn’t but she certainly tried too. At first, (Y/N) just thought Max hated her dog because he was slightly scared of it when they first met, but recently he had been the one calling her up to sit with him. But even before that, if he wasn’t there, she would call Rosie up to sit with her.

She sat and watched the hours go by, that hands on the clock getting closer and closer to midnight. And with each tick she became more and more anxious and sad. With each tick she believed more and more that he wouldn’t be home for Christmas.

She could’ve cried. She didn’t really know why she was getting so upset. She knew that this was bound to happen at some point in their relationship, especially since his company was getting bigger and bigger, but it just didn’t feel right to celebrate such a holiday without him.

11:32pm and he still wasn’t home. The fire had died our and her hot chocolate had been forgotten and was now stone cold, that made things worse. She let out a sigh as she lifted Marlene of her lap and set her on the sofa beside Rosie and took her cold hot chocolate out to the kitchen to throw it away. She rinsed out the cup and put it in the dishwasher.

Barking was heard from both dogs as well as the pattering of feet as they both ran to the front door. (Y/N) was confused as to what got them barking, she was also a little hesitant that it was someone bad, they didn’t usually bark if it was someone they knew. She took cautious steps out of the kitchen heading into the foyer to see what was going on.

Her heart leapt out of her chest at the sight.

It was Max.

He laughed and shook the snow out of his hair, talking to the dogs as they leapt up at him, their tails going crazy and they desperately tried to her his attention in their excitement to see him again.

“Yes yes, I’m happy to see you too” he chuckled as he bent down to pick up Marlene who began licking his face whilst he pet Rosie on the head. Max loved his dog, (Y/N) often wondered whether he loved Marlene more than he did her, his face was always brightest when he was with the dog. But he always assured (Y/N) that he loved her the most. “Silly girl” he said softly as he kissed the dog on the head. He put Marlene down and turned his attention to Rosie he began sniffing his face.

Max hadn’t noticed (Y/N) yet but she didn’t want him to stop with the dogs just yet, it made her happy to see him with them, being his true self. “And you,” he said as he began stroking both sides of her face down to the neck repeatedly “pretty girl” Marlene was still jumping at him. “Yes you are. You are such a beautiful girl, just like your mother” he smiled letting Rosie lick his cheek. He stood back up and then his eyes landed on (Y/N) who was smiling fondly at him.

He walked quickly over to her and took her face between his hands “hello, my love” he said quietly.

“I thought you weren’t coming home” she whispered, trying not to sound sad, but it was hard not to when she was on the verge of tears.

Seeing they were going to get no further attention, the two dogs wandered off back into the living room. Neither (Y/N) nor Max cared if they ended up on the sofa or in their beds.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N)” he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek with the back of his hand “some idiot,” he hissed “got the schedule wrong. We would’ve been back the 29th. And it being Christmas, it was nearly impossible to get back. I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay” she said “your here now. That’s all that matters” he didn’t hesitate a moment more before smashing his lips to hers “I’m so glad your back” she hummed wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers coming to entangle in his soft blonde hair.

“I’m so glad to be back” he mumbled, his hands dropping from her cheeks to her hips where he gently pushed her back onto the doorframe which she was stood in. “I love you” he said between kisses as he tilted his head to get a better angle, his tongue making an appearance.

“Love you too” she managed to get out before his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned and tugged at his hair. He groaned at this and pulled his mouth off hers and moved it to her neck when he began to make love to the skin there. “Oh Max” she sighed happily.

“I missed you” He muttered “missed you so fucking much. Every day was torture with out you”

“Never leave me for that long again” she told him.

“I won’t” He told her back as she pulled away from her next to look into her eyes “and if I have to be gone for that long again, you’re coming with me” She smiled and pecked his lips softly. “Now, let’s go upstairs so I can give you an early Christmas present”

She smirked and held a finger up to him to stop him from doing anything. She slowly unbuttoned her pyjama shirt revealing a red lacy number that she had bought especially for him, especially for Christmas.

He practically drooled at the sight, his knees becoming weak as he let out a strangled moan before lifting her into his arms, making her squeak excitedly, and carried her upstairs.

21/12/20

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord fanfic #wonder women 1984 #ww1984 #fluff #pedro pascal #fanfic #I apologise for that summary #that’s pretty awful

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry. (There eventually be smut, but this part is mostly fluff.)

You had been seeing each other for about three weeks. You still couldn’t believe you had agreed to meeting someone on a blind date. But you were so sick of the online dating scene, so when your good friend Niall from work told you he had a single friend, you jumped at the chance.

He didn’t have any social media, there was an Instagram with his name, but no photos of him. Only pictures he had taken. He was a photographer, and a good one at that. Niall had roomed with him during their undergrad, and stayed mates after graduation. You had wondered why he never mentioned this single friend before.

“Well, after your last break up, I honestly didn’t think you’d ever want to look at another man.” He shyly told you in the break room one day.

It was true, your last break up was a really bad one. It was barely even a break up though because you two were barely dating. You had sex with him rather quick, and after him blowing you off two separate times, he ended things over a text. This sent you into a rather depressive episode. You vowed to not jump into bed with a guy quite so quickly ever again, even if you really wanted to.

You begged Niall to see a picture of him, but he said no. You tried to snoop around Niall’s Facebook page, but you couldn’t be certain of who he was. All you knew was his name: Harry Styles. Niall wouldn’t even give you his number to arrange the date.

“I’ll set everything up for the both of ya, and if it goes well then you can both take it from there.”

You were happy to have a best friend at work. Your days would be boring without each other. You and Niall were two of the younger people in your office, and you both felt it was necessary to stick together.

“What are you doing this Saturday night?” He asked you Wednesday morning, handing you a coffee. You each took turns buying coffee for the other. Today was his turn.

“Um, I think I was just going to binge watch something on Netflix. Why?”

“Harry was wondering if you’d be interested in dinner.”

“Oh he was?” You raise an eyebrow, and take a sip of your coffee.

“Yes, well I nudged him a little, but I’ve told him a lot about you and he’s very interested.” You blush at the thought.

“Well, I’m definitely free for dinner. Where was he thinking?”

“You’re both vegetarian, well, he’s a vegan actually, but he knows of this really great tapas place that has a lot of meatless options.”

“Wow, vegan. I like tapas so that works for me. What time?”

“Seven. I’ll text you the name of the place so you can look it up.”

“Thanks, this should be fun.” You smile at your friend.

Friday night after work, you decide to do a little shopping. After researching the restaurant, you knew you needed something a little nicer to wear, and you didn’t feel like anything in your closet would make a lasting impression. You drove out to the mall, cursing at yourself for not just going Saturday morning. The parking was crazy, and it felt like everyone and their brother was there. You stumbled into the Macy’s and looked around at their cocktail dresses. You wanted something to accentuate your best features, but also wanted to leave a little mystery. You settle on a basic, black dress. It was form fitting, and hugged just above the midpoint of your thighs. It had short, capped sleeves, and the neckline came just high enough to cover most of your cleavage. It was perfect. You knew you had shoes to match at home, so you didn’t waste any more time at the mall.

Saturday morning, you scrolled through countless hair and makeup tutorials on YouTube trying to find the one that suited you most. After getting frustrated, you settled on your go to hair style. You curled your hair, and waited a couple of hours to brush it out. You then had perfect waves, which almost looked natural. About an hour before you needed to leave, you put your makeup on. You decided to go with a subtle purple to make your green eyes pop, and swept some liquid eye liner over it. You contoured your face (something you had gotten quite good at), and then put your new black dress on. Happy with your appearance, you slide on some purple some nude, strappy heels, and headed out.

As you got closer to the restaurant, you grew nervous. You texted Niall to tell him it was silly you’d be walking into a place, looking for someone you had never met. He asked you what you were wearing, and he would tell Harry to look for you. But what if you got there first? What if he never shows up? How dare he! You thought. You shook the thought from your head and drove up to the restaurant. You circled around back where the parking was. You smoothed out your dress, praying it hadn’t wrinkled, before you walked in. Taking a deep breath, you looked around.

The place was even nicer in person. There was a really big bar, and the dining area looked so elegant. He must do well for himself if he likes this place. Before the hostess could greet you, you saw a somewhat familiar face walking towards you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before.

“(y/n)?” He asked.

“Um, yeah, are you Harry?”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” He puts an awkward hand out to shake, and you take it just as awkwardly. “That was weird.” He says in a laugh. “I didn’t know if it would be appropriate to hug you.” You runs a hand through his hair.

“No, no, it was very polite. It’s nice to meet you too. You found me pretty quick.” You smiled at him.

“Niall had just texted me explaining what you were wearing. I happened to look up, and there you were.” He smiled back. That smile…you just remembered him.

“Did you happen to go to Niall’s holiday party last year?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Um, yeah. Were you there too?”

“Yes, I was gonna say you looked familiar. I don’t think we properly spoke to each other there.”

“Definitely not, I would’ve remembered you if we had.” You feel your cheeks flush and let out a simple laugh. “Well, our table should be ready. Let me check with the hostess.”

Harry walks over to the woman, who hands two menus to one of the waiters. He says you can follow him. Harry gestures to let you go first. You wondered if it was so he could check you out, but he didn’t seem like the type. He looked so handsome. His hair was short, but not too short that you couldn’t make out his curls. His eyes were green like yours, and he was wearing a pair of blue dress pants with a white button up shirt.

As you both sat down at your table for two, you noticed his nails were painted. How you didn’t notice earlier when you shook his hand, you weren’t sure. Every other nail was this deep orange, and the other a navy blue. You smiled at it. At least he was the type of guy to take care of his nails. He had a few rings on as well, and you could see a couple of tattoos. You assumed he had a sleeve since you couldn’t see the rest of the anchor on his wrist. After a moment you heard him couch, and you realized you were staring. Your eyes darted up to his.

“Sorry, I was just admiring your, um, rings.” Pointing to the H and S.

“Oh, thanks, they were a gift from my mum a few years back.” His accent was already so intoxicating. Now you figured out how him and Niall got roomed together, they both must’ve been international students. “You were looking at my nails too?” Your face feels hot, and you feel yourself sweat a little. “It’s alright, a lot of people stare.”

“No, it wasn’t staring, necessarily. I was admiring it as well. I think more men should get their nails done. It looks nice. I love getting mine done, see?” You put your hand out, and show him your black nails. “I get the shellac so they last longer, totally worth it.” He smiles at you. “How long have you been painting them for?”

“Oh god, years. I mostly started out with black, but then I got bored with it. I felt like I was only doing that color because it ‘masculine’.” He holds up air quotes at the word. “Then I started experimenting with more vibrant colors. I like doing pink and blue a lot, but this also suits me. Then I started getting creative with the placement of the colors.”

“I’ll do an accent nail once in a while myself, but I do like the style of every other color. Maybe I’ll try it some time.”

“I know it doesn’t look super professional, but since I’m not in an office I can kind of do what I want.” He shrugs.

“Right, you’re a photographer?”

“Mhm. Mostly for, like, outdoors type of things. I really like taking pictures at night. But I’ll also do a little freelance work for people who want a photoshoot. I usually clean up good during the wedding season.”

You got so lost in conversation, you nearly forgot you were at a restaurant. A waitress comes over, frantically, and out of breath.

“Hi folks, so sorry for the wait. We got slammed all at once.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” You beamed at her. Remembering your time in the food service industry.

“Can I start you two off with any drinks?” You look at each other, and he gestures for you to go first.

“Um, could I please have a vodka tonic, with titos, and lime?” He gives you a surprised smirk, probably expecting you to have just ordered a glass of wine.

“Sure thing, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same as her, please.” The waitress nods, and walks away.

“I take it that’s your drink?”

“Yeah, I’m not really a wine with dinner kind of gal.” The strange thing was, any time you had wine with dinner, you always got drunk. Vodka, however, you didn’t feel as much. You felt sager having that. “You like vodka too?”

“Once in a while, it tastes good with whatever you eat.”

“We should look at the menu and figure out what dishes we want so it’s easier for her when she comes back. I feel bad she was so out of breath coming over here.”

“Good idea.”

The waitress comes back with your drinks, and takes your order. You both had decides on some flat bread with arugula and goat cheese. It wasn’t vegan, but Harry didn’t mind. You also ordered some roasted cauliflower that came with a dipping sauce.

“How long have you been a vegetarian for?” He asks you, taking a sip of his drink.

“Um, a little over a year. I wouldn’t necessarily call it being a vegetarian, I just don’t eat meat.”

“What made you want to stop eating meat?”

“Well, it just didn’t make me feel good. My doctor also told me to straight up lay off the red meat. I got sick of eating chicken and fish, and if I’m being honest the thought of eating it just started to make me not feel good. I do still enjoy the smell of a fresh steak on the grill.”

“So you did it out of health instead of ethics?”

“Yup. I don’t have much dairy either. I love cheese so I keep that in my diet, but I have up milk a long time ago. I stick to coconut milk mostly if I need my fix. What made you go vegan?”

“Health benefits, I suppose. I was also taking a lot of pictures of animals for this one magazine and it just made it hard to even eat fish. I think it’s been five years now.”

“Good for you, that’s incredible.” You take sip of your drink, and notice the bar tender was a little heavy handed with the vodka.

“So, you met Niall at work right?”

“Mhm.”

“I know what he does there, but what do you do?”

“I’m on our marketing team, with him. He and I tag team a lot of projects. I work more with our digital pieces. I photopshop images, and edit video.”

“What made you go into that?”

“Well, when I was younger I wanted to be a film maker, but I fell in love with marketing, and put the film making on the back burner. I still write now and then for fun.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say they loved marketing before.”

“Well, it’s not so much the marketing, it’s more how creating the right content can change someone’s point of view.”

A food runner brings your food to your table. You both put your napkins in your laps, and dig in.

“Mmm.” You lick your lips after taking a bit of the flatbread. “This is delicious. Great choice.”

“Thanks, I like coming here, there are just so many options.” You see him pick off most of the goat cheese, and feel a little guilty.

“We didn’t need to get this type of flatbread. I feel terrible you can’t fully enjoy it.”

“It’s no big deal really, I can eat everything else on it.” He gives you a reassuring smile.

The waitress comes over to check on you.

“Can I get you both another drink?”

“I’ll have another, yeah. (y/n)?”

“Um, sure, that would be great.” You promised yourself you’d nurse the next one.

“Tell me about Niall in college, I’m dying to know what he was like.”

“Oh, he was rambunctious. Lad never had any clothes on, then again, neither did I.” You nearly choke on your drink. “I think that’s why we got on so well, neither of us liked wearing more than our trousers.”

“Were you both international students?”

“Yup, but we didn’t room together until our second year. We had met at one of the international student events, and we clicked. They made us room with other students from the states to get a more well-rounded experience.” He shrugs. “I remember this one time he came with me to get a tattoo, and he nearly pissed himself.” He lets out a laugh.

“Niall doesn’t have any tattoos.” You furrow your eyebrows and smile.

“No, he definitely does not. He was being a good mate and came with me when I got my first really big one. I have a butterfly here.” He puts his palm flat just under his breast plate.

“What made you want to get a butterfly?”

“Don’t know, I just like the way they look. They have an odd beauty to them.” You felt like you could listen to him talk all night. But your trance was broken when your waitress brought the check over. She told you no rush, but you knew how these things went. You knew she probably needed to get the table turned soon.

You both reached for the check, but Harry snatched it away. He gave you a “get real” kind of look, took his wallet out, and set his credit card inside the small plastic flap, leaving the check on the edge of the table.

“At least let me pay the tip.”

“Sorry, can’t letcha do that, love. Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” Did he just call you love? It was something Niall did too, but not until he really got to know you. Maybe Harry’s alcohol was starting to hit him, the way it was hitting you. Maybe he just felt relaxed around you.

“I thought you were more progressive than that?” You said jokingly.

“Oh, I am. But I also abide by the rules that whoever asked who out should pay.”

“Okay, that’s a pretty respectable rule, I’ll give you that.”

The waitress sweeps by the table to grab the credit card, and is back in minutes. Harry takes out some cash from his wallet, and signs the slip of paper.

“Thank you.” You say to him.

“Don’t mention it.” He smiles back. “Shall we?” He gets up first, and extends a hand to you to help you up. “Did you park out back?”

“Yup.” You really didn’t want the night to end yet. You look at your watch and it’s only almost nine.

“Great, so did I.”

He walks closely next to you on your wat to the parking lot.

“That’s me.” You point to your car. He walks you over to it, and you lean against your door. “I had a really nice time tonight.” You say looking down at your shoes, then back up at him.

“Me too.” He looks away for second, and runs a hand through his hair. He looks at you again. “Would it be alright to ask for your number?”

“Sure.” You reach into your purse and grab your cell phone. You hand it to him. “Feel free to just text yourself.” He smiles, and takes your phone, putting his number in.

“So, I take it you’d like to do this again?”

“Definitely.” He hands you back your phone, and put it back in your purse. In a bold move, you lean forward and give him a slight peck on the cheek. “Talk to you soon.”

You both blush, he smiles and lets out a nervous laugh. He opens your car door for you.

“Have a good rest of your evening.” He says to you.

“Same to you.”

You drive off, feeling your heart flutter. It was the perfect date. You were proud of yourself. Normally would have tried to make out with a man that attractive, but you showed wonderful restraint. You couldn’t wait for him to get in touch with you again.

#harry styles #hs #hs1 #hs2 #harry styles fic #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #fic #hope yall like it #niall horan #niall #harry styles y/n fic #harry styles imagine

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palettepainter · 4 years ago

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I’ve got post vaccine (moderna gang) shivers so I need to express fluff headcanons to spread good vibes

When Ecto was planning to propose, he had to keep it so hush hush because Higari can easily find things out. He didn’t tell anyone but higaris mother and his own parents. He was very happy that Higari was actually surprised with the proposal. Higari wears the rings on a necklace- his quirk doesn’t exactly make wedding rings easy to find.

As much as Higari prefers being a support hero, search and rescue jobs that go smoothly it’s very rewarding. He often checks up on those he’s managed to rescue, keeps in touch with some too. There’s this lovely older woman who he rescued from a crumbling retirement home who sends him baked goods every holiday. He visits her every month for tea.

When Ecto is sick, Higari cares for him easily. Even when Ecto acts like he isn’t sick. He’ll make him soup, make sure he’s resting, cold compress on his forehead. As stubborn as he is, ecto appreciates it.

Higaris favorite memory with his dad is digging around in the yard with him. Since they had the same quirks, it worked out. He showed him how to carve tunnels without the ground crumbling, or just played around in the dirt. There’s a picture of Higari when he was three, covered in dirt with his head peaking out of a hole. His dad was grinning, sitting near by like he was cheering him on. Sometimes, especially on days where thinking about his dad is hard, he’ll tell Ecto stories.

As someone who also got shivers after getting a vaccine I know the feeling, how you’re doing well!

Ecto proposing, Yes! I love the idea of Ecto proposing to Higari, and his rugged flirting smirking self just crumbles in the face of Ecto holding a ring to him. Ecto’s eyes are so full of love and he has such a soft grin on his face that Higari can’t help but tearing up, he tries to think of something flirty to say back, but he just can’t. He’s overwhelmed - probably ended up tackling Ecto in a hug with a big kiss, which threw Ecto off guard, thinking at first maybe he’d overwhelmed Higari when he started crying.

Higari wearing is around his neck, also yes. Higari’s wedding ring is the only thing that he will spend careful hours cleaning and polishing at the end of each day to make sure it stays in good condition, wears is around UA proudly - though I imagine for interviews outside of UA or when he’s called out for hero work he leaves it at home in a special box on his dresser or safely tucks it away in a drawer in the design studio, as much as he loves wearing the rink around his neck he dreads the thought of loosing it in a rescue, or having some nosy reports pester him for answers if they catch sight of it.

With Higari’s gear I’m a firm believer he’d be a great rescue hero in say like natural disasters or if a building collapsed. With his giant robotic suit and his know how on construction he could easily map a safe route to evacuate citizens from an unstable building, or quickly find a way to clean up after a land slide. Need to move a giant tree? No problem he’ll move it no prob. Citizen can’t move because they’re leg hurts? He can carry em out to safety. Kids they rescued are bored while they’re waiting for parents to pick them up? Higari tolerates them clambering about on his hero suit like it’s a jungle gym

Anything with Higari caring for Ecto or vise versa is so wholesome! In my NGAU I imagine Higari prolly knows all the tricks to help when someone is sick, he grew up in a big house with tones of little siblings, as kids they got sick a lot with how often they played in the garden and mud, they’ve all got very strong immune systems so it’s rare Higari or his siblings get sick - but Higari still knows all the tricks to help nursing someone back to health. He remembers to give Ecto some medicine, make him some soup, hot water bottle if he’d cold, flannel if he’s too hot and plenty of liquids. A teenie tiny part of Ecto might even enjoy all the attention, appreciating Higari’s concern. Too bad Higari is too stubborn to actually treat himself when he’s sick, with how little he gets sick he doesn’t take it all that seriously - thankfully Ecto is a patient man with many clones, so is willing to drag Higari back to bed if needed XD

And the last one with his dad...

Anon: Are you trying to make me cry-

In my NGAU Powerloader’s dad was all over him, spoiled Higari so so much. Spent many lazy afternoons slacking off work when the missus wasn’t looking to play around with Higari (bragged for like a week straight that he got his quirk, proud dad moment). Higari’s mother came out into the garden to see how the boys where doing, she finds her husband and toddler son covered head to toe in dirt and mud. She gets angry at them, insisting the two need a bath if they want to have dinner. Toddler Higari hated baths from the day he was born apparently, and it’s only until dear old papa gives him a bath is he willing to get clean. His dad puts bubbles in Higari’s hair, and Higari splashes bubbles onto his dads beard, who then makes a silly face to make Higari laugh. Too bad only one hour after tea the two got dirty again-

The first time Higari used his quirk was when he was outside with his dad. His dad was working on fixing up the shed, Higari sitting in a small play pen outside with some toys while his dad stood close by, able to work while also keeping an eye on Higari. Higari, bored of playing with his building blocks, begins to drag his little hands at the ground, and before he knows it he’s tunneling his way to freedome beyond the bounds of his baby playpen. This kind of scneario probably ensued:

Kaigo (PL’s dad): Phew *picks up tool box and turns around* Alright sweetpea, time to go back insi- *freezes when he sees the playpen is empty, and no baby in sight* W-WHAT?! *drops tool box, and rapidly looks around* Uh- H-Higari?! Sweetpea?! Where’d you go?? Come to dad, this isn’t funny! *rushes around a bit*

Higari: *tunnles his way up to the surface in his mothers flowerbed, a small pile of dirt with a flower sticking out the top sitting on his head*

Kaigo: *searching in the bushes* H-Higari?! Higari! Where are you?! *mumbles* Shit I took my eyes off him for two minutes! Where the hell could he-

Higari: BAPA!

Kaigo: *jumps and whirls around*..*heaves and sigh and rushes over* Oh thank god! *scoops him into his arms for a hug* You stupid lil’ ankle biter! Don’t you ever do that again! *holds him out at arms length* How in the world did you even get out??

Higari: *sneezes from the dirt, making the flower fall off his head*

Kaigo:..Wait. Did..D-Did you, DIG your way out?!

Higari: *incoherent baby noises*

Kaigo;...Ooooh you are in SO much trouble young man, you know how many years off my life you just took? Huh?...*scowls as Higari giggles* Oh so you think this is FUNNY?-

Higari: *grabs his nose* BA!

Kaigo:............*sighs* You’re damn lucky you’re cute, you know that?...Uh, how about we DON’T tell your Ma about this, okay?

Ever since then his dad had to watch him like a hawk, one minute Higari was sitting playing with his toys, the next he was trying to dig his way to the other side of the world. When he was old enough his dad did give him some lessons in how to dig safely so the ground wouldn’t become unstable. I imagine Higari may have madea few tunnels as a kid that where too close to the surface, and his very unsuspecting mum and dad would just sink into the ground collapsing an old tunnel Higari made. And Higari having pictures?? YES. His mum probably has a whole stash of pictures of Higari as a baby playing outside with his dad and her. Including the embarrassing photos, the kind of photos Higari would never want Ecto to see, but his mum showed him anyway.

Now I wanna write angst with Powerloader and his dad aaaaa-

#Powerloader #Powerloader family #MHA #Headcannons #Higari

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years ago

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A New Adventure - Pt. 15

Merry Christmas cowpokes! (for those of you who celebrate it.) For the first time, someone sent in a request for a scenario in this piece. I’m happy to say it fit in perfectly for this. Their request was: some cookie making with playful fighting that ends with both covered in sugar, dough, and of course frosting! With a sweet kiss ;)

Anyways, hope y’all enjoy it. And yes, if you’re wondering, I am open to ideas for future scenarios.

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An Eve to Remember

Christmas is rapidly approaching

You’re getting nervous about it, even though you’re prepared for the most part

You’ve bought a couple of gifts for Arthur, nothing too big or expensive. Not because you don’t have the money, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t really appreciate it. Arthur is not a material man

You’re pretty sure Arthur has gotten a couple of things for you as well. Mostly because you taught him how to do some online shopping some time ago and you’ve seen the empty shipping boxes in your recycling bin

Once in a store, Arthur saw stockings. You didn’t have any of course, having not celebrated Christmas in a long time. He insisted that you should both get some as he wanted to celebrate it properly.

You’ve both got stockings as well as things to fill them with.

For Arthur, you’ve gotten him some of his favorite candies that he’s explored so far (he really likes chocolate covered almonds).

But he’s also a pretty big fan of jerky.

All your presents for him are wrapped and under the tree. There’s a few under there for you.

For the first time since your father died, you’re feeling excited for the day. Not as much as when you were a kid of course, but there’s still some anticipation there.

You can tell Arthur is excited too. He tries to hide it, but it’s obvious.

The two of you are still having lots of sex.

He’s the best partner you’ve ever had in the bedroom. Sure, he doesn’t know a lot of the modern day tricks or toys, but he’s a fast learner.

The best part about him is he never leaves you half baked during a session. He always makes sure you get your satisfaction.

Your relationship with him has grown stronger the more you’ve made love. Arthur seems to be more crazy about you as well.

It’s a few days before Christmas and you’ve just come home from work. Arthur greets you with a kiss as he’s more prone to doing.

As you take off your shoes, Arthur asks if you know how to make cookies.

“Depends. What kind?” you ask.

Arthur is a bit surprised to find out there’s multiple kinds of cookies. He shrugs his shoulders. “Just the ones with that frosting.”

He admits he saw a photo on your computer of some sugar cookies and he wanted to try them.

Of course, you can’t resist his eagerness. So after dinner, you pull up a fairly simple recipe. Luckily you have all the ingredients at hand.

Arthur does his best to help you, but he’s still pretty new to baking. Sometimes he can be a bit more of a nuisance than a help, but you don’t mind. You know he doesn’t do it on purpose.

When the first batch of cookies go in the oven and you begin preparing the frosting, Arthur dips his finger in it to taste it.

“Hey! No tasting before it’s done!” you playfully scold.

Arthur winks at you and moves to dip his finger back in. You slap his hand.

Things quickly escalate and you’re both flicking flour and sugar at one another. Normally you’d never let your kitchen get this dirty, but you’re having too much fun to really care.

Arthur’s much better at smacking you with the powders than you are. Probably thanks to his good aim.

The oven timer dings, signalling that the first batch of cookies are done. Shit, you never got around to cutting out your second batch because you were fighting with Arthur.

He pulls them out, appreciatively sniffing as the smell hits him in the face.

“Mm, shame we gotta wait.”

“Come on, big guy. Let’s finish this frosting so we can eat them sooner.”

When he puts the cookies down, he comes over to you.

“You got some sugar on your cheek,” he says. Instead of brushing it away with his hand, he bends down and kisses your cheek.

He’s got you trapped between him and the counter, which you don’t mind.

His lips move from your cheek to your lips. With his hands on your hips, you drape your arms across his firm shoulders. You rub the scruff of his chin and he sighs.

Already it’s easy to see where things will lead. You almost want to grab the frosting and use it on your bodies, but you end up not.

When you’re both done in the bedroom, Arthur comes out with you to help clean up the kitchen.

The cookies turn out pretty good.

Christmas Eve comes. You have to work, but you’ll be done by mid afternoon. Luckily you’re also working from home, so it’ll make your evening a little easier.

Despite how boring it will be for him, Arthur insists on staying with you while you work. He just wants to keep you company.

Over the last couple of weeks, you’ve been introducing Arthur to some simpler video games you’ve been able to get for free on your console (you have not introduced him to Red Dead yet and you probably won’t for a long time).

He’s pretty shabby at them, mostly because he still hasn’t quite figured out how to use the controller without looking at it.

He never plays without you being home, but seeing as you’re working, you encourage him to play in order to keep him busy.

He tries not to ask a lot of questions as to not interrupt your work, but he ends up asking frequently, which you don’t mind.

Finally your shift ends and you can quit for the rest of the holiday. Arthur’s ecstatic about it.

For dinner, you do what your family used to do, in that you make a cheese fondue, some marinated steak, french bread and some vegetables.

Arthur’s never had a cheese dip before, but he ends up rather liking it.

After dinner, the two of you end up opening your stocking gifts.

You gave Arthur a new swiss knife which he ends up finding quite impressive.

He managed to get you a few small gifts that you never would have thought of. None of them are the typical necklaces or jewelry most guys get.

One of them is a rather unique tree decoration of your favorite animal. It’s your favorite gift by far.

After stockings, you decide to introduce Arthur to Mr. Bean. You only watch the Christmas episode for now, but you’ll introduce the other ones to him later.

At first, Arthur thinks it’s overly silly, but once you get to the scene with the nativity, he’s roaring with laughter (although he doesn’t fully understand some of the props like the dalek).

After that, Arthur’s sold on Mr. Bean, especially after you explain that he’s supposed to be stupid and odd.

His favorite scene ends up being the one where Bean gets his head stuck in the turkey, mostly because it reminds him of the year Pearson was stuffing a huge turkey Arthur had brought into camp and managed to somehow get it stuck around his arm.

When Mr. Bean is done, you don’t have any other Christmas movies to watch (except for the best one which you’ll watch tomorrow).

Instead you and Arthur decide to trade stories of some of your best Christmas memories.

You don’t have a whole lot as they make you sad, seeing as most of them revolve around your father.

Arthur has some good ones though. Especially involving Sean and Lenny.

He does tell one about John when he was a teenager that has you in stitches.

John had been trying to level up to Arthur’s hunting skill and so he’d tried to go and hunt an elk on his own. Of course, things had not gone well for him as the elk, being unafraid and just coming out of the rut season, had chased John.

He’d gotten stuck in a tree and been trapped there by the elk for hours until Arthur, sent out by Dutch, found him.

John had lied about getting trapped and said he was coming up with a strategy to jump onto the elk’s back and ride it like a bronco.

“Well then, show me your plan,” Arthur had said, leaning on the horn of his saddle.

John tried jumping off the tree and onto the still furious elk’s back, but fell out of the tree.

Arthur ended up having to shoot the elk so it didn’t gore John. He was unhurt, aside from a couple of scrapes and a bruised pride.

“John still insists to this day that he could have ridden that elk,” Arthur finishes with a chuckle. “He’s tried telling it from his perspective every year.”

He grows somber after this, clearly still stung by losing so much of his family. You can’t blame him. After all, he could go back, but it would mean his death. Plus the gang’s being torn apart by Dutch and Micah.

Of course, Arthur doesn’t know about Micah, seeing as the last time he was there he was only in the beginning of chapter 6 and just been diagnosed with TB. You don’t have the heart yet to tell him the end results of Dutch’s actions, driven by Micah.

When the two of you decide to turn in for the night, Arthur surprises you by telling you he doesn’t want to have sex. Instead he just wants to cuddle with you.

He turns out to be just as good at cuddling as he is at sex. He just holds your head to his chest, his thumb tracing along your shoulder and back.

You’re just starting to drift off when he kisses your head. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says quietly.

You smile into his chest, but you fall asleep before you manage to say anything to him.

In the morning, you wake up to Arthur spooning you.

Unlike last night, he pulls some moves that lets you know he wants to make love.

Seeing as it’s Christmas morning, you give in. Arthur really pulls out some of his best moves, making it the best session you’ve had so far. It’s so good you almost don’t want to get out of bed.

Too soon though, it’s Arthur who insists on getting out in order to unwrap presents.

Before unwrapping presents though, you decide to cook a big breakfast first.

When your father was still alive, he’d always cook a big breakfast, with all your favorite foods.

Arthur is ecstatic to do the same, saying he’d love nothing more than to give you something to add to those memories.

After stuffing yourself, you and Arthur head into the living room and open presents.

You got him a beautiful pair of white deer antlers you found in a funny little store a few weeks ago. You like this gift because the antlers were dropped and the animal is likely still alive.

Arthur hands you a rather heavy gift and when you open it, you gasp. It’s a block of wood that’s carved into a beautiful eagle. Then Arthur says something that brings tears to your eyes.

“You said your pa loved eagles. So I bought a wood carvin’ set on that Amazon sight and watched some of them Youtube videos.”

“You… you made this, Arthur?”

He blushes and looks down, but his smile says it all.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. “Arthur, I couldn’t ask for anything so incredible. Thank you.”

Arthur hugs you right back, but he squeezes so tight it’s almost like he doesn’t want to let you go.

After gifts, you tell Arthur to sit down and you turn on the best Christmas movie (in your opinion): Christmas Vacation.

Arthur’s laughing by just the cartoon in the beginning.

He absolutely loves Eddie, even though he’s a complete dumbass. He has to admire him for his drive to try and give his kids a good Christmas (even if he isn’t very good at it).

When the movie ends, Arthur says he really likes it and he can see why you save it for last.

As you smile at him, you suddenly recall what he’d said last night in bed.

“By the way, I love you too,” you say.

“Huh?” he says, but he’s blushing.

“You said you loved me last night. I just… wanted to tell you I feel the same.”

Arthur smiles. The kiss he gives you in return is one you will never forget.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #a new adventure #red dead fanfic #i'm awkward

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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How are you doing today? It’s only 1:56AM, but so far I’ve just ate a bowl of ramen and watched a couple YouTube videos. What was the best thing that happened to you today? My ramen was quite delicious, ha. Which cell phone network are you on? Verizon. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? Yesss. What was the last book you've read? I just finished, “The Secret She Kept” by Elle Gray and I’ve started, “Autumn’s Strike” by Mary Stone.

Are you hungry right now? No, I just finished eating. What was the last thing you've had to drink? Water. How often do you visit this website? I’m on Tumblr all the time. Do you like frogs? No. Are you afraid of dying? Yes. Do you like bananas? I love bananas. Do you like the show American Dad? Meh. It has its moments, but overall I’ll pass. I don’t ever watch it by my own choosing, I just catch it here and there because my family watches it. What TV show do you miss the most that's no longer on TV? Gilmore Girls, Degrassi, and True Blood come to mind first. Are you currently fighting with someone right now? No. Is your life full of drama? No. I have other stressful things I’m dealing with, but not of the drama variety. How long can you hold your breath underwater *shrug* Where's the last place you've been to out of state? When I went to Arizona to visit my grandparents about 6 years ago. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? No. What letter does your last name start with. -- What are you listening to right now? I’m watching Gilmore Girls. Have you ever had a pet that died? Yes. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Trackpad. Do you consider yourself politically intelligent? No, not at all. Have you ever done any volunteer work? Yeah, I’ve done a lot with Girl Scouts, school clubs, and class assignments. Do you like the Beatles? I like some songs. Is it night time where you're at right now? Yeah, it’s 2:08AM. Do you like steak? Nope. Do you eat healthy? No, I definitely don’t. How often do you work out? I don’t. What was the best gift you've ever received? I couldn’t possibly choose. Have you ever participated in a spelling bee? Nope. If you could have one wish right now, what would it be? Good health. Do you owe anyone an apology right now? I kind of do. Are you the jealous type of person? I can be, but it’s not something I feel much. Or at least haven’t felt in a long time. I feel envy more. Have you ever tried doing yoga? Nah. Do you like getting massages? I’ve never gotten one. Would you rather be too hot or too cold? Cold. Are you good at telling jokes? No, I’m pretty much the worst. I don’t tell many jokes. When was the last time you've attended a sleepover? Several years ago. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Eating sounds. Do you wear glasses? I do. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I haven’t painted my nails for the past few years. Have you ever had a pedicure? Nope. What is your favorite smell? I have several favorites. Do you like the TV show Full House? I do. Would you rather listen to country music or rap music? I like both. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? Nope. Have you graduated high school yet? Uh, yeah, back in 2008. What kind of person were you in middle school? Quiet, shy, awkward. Nothing has changed. Do you have any major regrets in your life? I have a few. :/ Do you like pixie sticks? Eh. I did as a kid, but I don’t have much interest in them the older I get. Do you like French toast? Mmm, yes. Are you a fast typer? I am. Are you good at doing math in your head? Nope. Or at all. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? Yeah. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? I do. I love my caffeine. Do you like watching Football? Nope. Or an sport. What language do you wish you could speak? Spanish. Do you know a lot about history? No, I wouldn’t say that. If we could travel back in time, where would you travel to? Can I travel back to childhood? Would you ever consider joining the military? No. I couldn’t anyway, I’m physically disabled. Are you a cigarette smoker? No. Have you ever done something you didn't want to just to look cool? That’s kind of how it was when I used to drink and smoke. I wasn’t a big drinker or smoker, only did so socially, but still. I also did so on my own accord, I’m not blaming anyone, and I’m not going to say I hated all of it because I did have good times, but there was a big part of me that did so because I felt I had to. My friends liked to do it and I wanted to partake with them and not sit out on the sidelines by myself. It’s just that truth be told I think I would have rarely drank at all if it weren’t for that and likely would have never smoked. It had its fun moments, but I didn’t feel the need to partake all the time like they did. Do you like zombie movies? Nah. Have you seen The Hunger Games? Yep, all of ‘em. Do you have a favorite piece of clothing? All my graphic tees, t-shirt dresses, leggings, and lounge shorts. All my comfy clothes, basically. Do you own any Uggs? Nope. Are you wearing any rings on your fingers? No. Name a TV show that you absolutely can't stand. Most sitcoms today. Do you have any unusual talents? No. Or any kind of talent. Do you look like your age? *shrug* I’ve been told I look younger. Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? Nooo. Do you do a lot of online shopping? I do. Do you like the Harry Potter films? Yeah. Do you judge people based on their sexual orientation? No. I care about who a person is, their personality, and whether we vibe. Have you ever been told you had an accent? No. Have you ever ridden an elephant? Nope. Are you allergic to pollen? I do have seasonal allergies. Have you ever eaten sushi? Ew, yes. Not a fan. If so, do you like it? Nope. Are you a fan of anime? No. Would you rather play Xbox or Playstation? Playstation. Are you a big fan of seafood? I don’t like seafood at all. What kind of food are you craving right now? I’m good right now. Are you currently in a relationship? No. If not, are you happy being single? Yeah, it’s for the best. Do you like to go fishing? No. Are you a fast runner? I used to be. I don’t have the energy or strength anymore for that.

Have you ever worked at a fast food place? Nope. What's on your mind right now? Now I’m thinking about food cause of some of the previous questions. Are you texting anyone as you're taking this survey? No. Have you ever had a nasty rumor spread about you? No. Have you ever sent someone sexual pictures of yourself? No. Do you like who you are on the inside or the outside more? Neither. :/ Are you good at drawing? No, I have no artistic abilities. Do you know how to dance? Nope. What's your favorite reality TV show? Catfish, Teen Mom OG, Teen Mom 2, The Voice... Do you think Kim Kardashian deserves to be famous? I don’t care. Are you excited for Christmas this year? I’m always excited for Christmas. Do you celebrate Halloween? I mean, I put up some decor, watch scary movies, and partake in treats. I stopped dressing up and carving pumpkins a few years ago. Have you ever had a concussion? No. Do you pretend to be someone you're not? No. I certainly wouldn’t pretend to be... *gestures vaguely* this. Do you listen to heavy metal music? No. Were you sad when Michael Jackson died? I was just surprised. Do you have more upper or lower body strength? I barely have any strength anymore it feels like, but I used to have really great upper body strength. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No, and never want to be. Do you like hot tubs? No. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? No. Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yes. Do you get bored easily? More so nowadays. I didn’t used to. Have you ever peed your pants in public? Maybe as a little kid. Are you afraid of roller coasters? Yes, except for the Cars and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad roller coasters at Disneyland. Are you good at doing tongue twisters? Not really. What was the last movie you've seen in theatres? Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? Yeah, a few times but it’s been a long time. I’ve been wanting to go to one, though. Are you good at doing fractions? Meh. I’m alright. Me and math don’t get along, but I could do some things somewhat. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas and Halloween. Do you prefer Apple or Android? Apple. Would you rather have a tablet or a computer? Computer. Do you like things that are touch screen? Yeah. What age did you have your first kiss at? 16. Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? I’m still a virgin. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Yes. Do you like the color lime green? Sure. What are your plans for tomorrow? I don’t have any. Would you rather wear jeans or yoga pants? Yoga pants. Do you like your clothes to be baggy and comfortable or tight and revealing Baggy and comfy. Do you wish you could change something about your hair? Yeah, it’s really not a good look right now. I pretty much chopped it off a couple months ago for reasons and it’s in that awkward phase as it grows out. I want it to be longer and dyed red again because currently it’s all natural and I don’t like it. Have you ever gotten a makeover? Yeah. Do you get mad easily? No. but I get frustrated and irritable easily. Have you ever punched someone in the face? No. Do you think the minions from Despicable Me are cute? Ehh. Did you have a Gameboy as a child? I did. Would you rather have chocolate or gummy worms? Chocolate. I’m not a gummy fan. What are your favorite pizza toppings? Extra cheese, garlic, green onions, spinach, cilantro, crushed meatballs, and pesto. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. I don’t have any talent. Do you make good sandwiches? I think theyr’e better from a deli or when my mom makes them haha but sure. Would you rather get high or get drunk? High. Have you ever failed a drug test? Nope. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? I actually haven’t seen them. What is one thing you need to work on to make yourself a better person? I have a few things I need to work on.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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calypsoff2 · 3 years ago

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I am out of touch, like so out of touch. I promised the girls I would take them school in the morning, I don’t drive so this is such a mess that I had to get my driver to come. Chris has gone to New York, he just left three days ago and we spent the weekend together, just me and the girls before school and I’ve been so nervous about this because I am out of touch with it all, being away from it and just not being the main person to take them to school has really got me out of touch with it all but I promised I would take them to school, and they were so excited last night when I said yes I would so I will be taking them school. Going to the gym and then coming home to do some work. I think that will be my routine for the week, just some me time too but last night was a terror because Imani is so used to sleeping in the bed with me, but it’s a no. I made her sleep in her own bedroom and read her to sleep but she kept trying it and this is Chris’ fault because he shouldn’t allow her to rule him, he shouldn’t let her say she wants to sleep in our bed, it’s no good because she is used to it like now, but I won at the end. She fell asleep, the girls did too and with Tianna having her own bedroom she is more than happy to do just that but because it’s the first day back after the holiday I thought I would make them breakfast, which Tianna and Rylee both woke up but my pumpkin refuses to wake up, she is tired and I am not surprised after last night and that performance of getting out of bed constantly “mom, Imani is downstairs” I refuse to give her airtime when she is being that way so she finally came “mommy” drying off my hands “it’s too early for the drama Imani, like really early. I woke up early to make all these nice foods” picking her up “you’re getting too big for this” she wrapped her arms around my neck “I am super proud of you Imani, no pull up in bed” Touching her butt “no pee pee in bed too” I’m proud of her, I didn’t mind Chris not wanting to actively keep an eye on the whole going to the toilet situation so pull ups it was for him, but I am trying to get her out of it “you want some food” I know this girl isn’t falling back to sleep on me.

Tianna and Rylee don’t like to be called twins but yet here they are wanting the same hairstyles, makes me laugh but I will keep that to myself “mom, how long?” Rylee asked coming back into the bedroom with her backpack on, she is ready to go just Imani needing to be dressed but she is doing the most “girls, do me a favour. Get my phone, one of you and try and take a nice picture of you both and send it to your dad. He wanted a nice picture of you both and I promised I would, thank you” they both ran off “Imani, come here now. No more changing shoes!” I spat, she ran back over with the new sneakers she wants on “the light mom, the light up” I don’t even care right now, I just want to fucking get her ready so we can go “yeah yeah, soon you will need to wear uniform just like your sisters” Imani sat down on the floor, she had a tantrum because she wanted cereal, I made the effort and made those pancakes for her to turn around and say I want cereal, this girl “wiggling your toes now, your sisters aren’t happy. You are making them late, and please do not ruin your clothes. I know you like to not care about your stuff, but I do” doing up her sneakers “I playing mom” she calls it playing but she is just making a mess of herself.

It’s so convenient, just having all three of my girls in the same private school. I can just drop them off to their class, Rich opened the door for us “are you walking us to our class mom?” Tianna asked, unbuckling Tianna out of the car seat “of course I am baby” it’s expensive having the kids at this private school, it’s filled with celebrity kids “hey, don’t forgot your bag” I said to Rylee as she got out “oh yeah” helping Imani out the seat “come on you” Imani made her way to Rich, he picked her out of the car “you are my fave” shuffling out of the SUV, I am just dressed down in my gym clothes right now, I really just can’t be bothered “you can stay here, I will be back” I said to Rich, my daughters are so beautiful, all three of them. I am so blessed, god has blessed me with the best girls “hold my hand” I said to Imani “awww my girls, I feel emotional dropping you all off actually” I feel all choked up “mom” Rylee moved away, shying away from just being all emotional “stop it now, I want kisses from you all. Come on now” making our way to the school “we are closer to dropping Imani off so we will go here first” I feel so empowered with my girls “hi Rylee” this boy came up to my daughter “go away” Tianna started laughing “wow your mom is super amazing, wow” Rylee doesn’t like it, she doesn’t like this boy all here with us “go away Cairo!” She spat “I came to say hi, it would be nice if you say it back” I sniggered “come girls” seeing the lady outside Imani’ class “baby school!” Tianna spat, crouching down to Imani “mommy will see you after” Imani pulled a face “you come back” pressing a kiss to her cheek “I will be back baby, I will be here don’t worry ok?” Imani rested against me, she doesn’t want to go inside now “I stay” she mumbled “mommy is boring, trust me. You go inside now, be a good girl” she sighed out, I swear my heart right now. This is literally letting Chris go, it’s crazy how much she is just like him “you are your father, love you so so much” wrapping my arms around her, makes me emotional.

Rylee opted to walk Tianna in first, Chris always drops her off first which Tianna agreed on so that is what we are doing “mom, this is where I sit. Come” Tianna gripped my hand and dragged me along “this is my mom” Tianna said so proudly, I smiled at the kids in the room “Tianna, good morning. It’s lovely to see you smiling. How has your holidays been, hi I am Mrs San. Tianna’ teacher” shaking her hand “this is the first time you have come to the class, actually Tianna do you want to show your mom your painting. You want to go and get it, take your backpack off go on” stepping back and crossing my arms across my chest “I want to see this now, go on baby” Tianna placed her backpack on the floor and ran off “I am going to be late mom, how long. These are little” side eyeing Rylee “there is a year difference, stop being a madam. It’s nice meeting you, how is Tianna? Is she quiet in class, does she seem sad?” I asked “oh Tianna is such an angel; she is very giving. She is so bright, well behaved. It’s just so nice to meet you not in the creepy way but I am always used to seeing dad here and asking Tianna she always says, mom is busy. And that makes her sad but oh my gosh, come on show mommy your painting and the reason why now” turning to Tianna, she got a little shy with me “it was hero day, and I did this” she turned it to me “oh my god” my face softened “I am your hero?” I said, I am shook “Tianna said my mom tries to love everyone, sometimes a little too much” she is going to get me crying now “stop it, oh my god” hugging Tianna “and I did dad one, but he has it at home” kissing her cheek “can I take this home?” I asked “yes” she is the sweetest little thing, my baby.

One more child to go, holding Rylee’ hand “one more to go” I said sighing out, Rylee grinned at me “you and your missing teeth” Rylee and I laughed out “stop it mom, they are taking forever to come back” I sighed out again “what’s wrong?” she is asking me that “erm, who is Cairo? You got something to tell me miss?” Rylee rolled her eyes “he said he always wanted to marry Rihanna and he said I look like you so he wants to marry me” I laughed “oh gosh, he is silly” she pulled a face “annoying, but dad said I should stay away from boys. What do you think?” Chris would say that “boys are silly Rylee, take it easy. You are so blessed Rylee; you have such a good start in life, and I want you to enjoy it. I don’t want you to ever have to worry, but have fun and dad cares a lot. What would you like to do after school? What do you usually do with dad?” I asked, “he takes us home and then it’s homework but he usually telling Imani off most of the time but we can go out to eat!?” she beamed “we could, I will think about it. See you after school baby” wrapping my arms around Rylee “thanks mom, I love you” what did I do to deserve such good kids, knowing I have been not the best mother to them, I could be better for them “I love you too” pressing kisses to her face “mom!” Rylee laughed trying to move from me, my pretty baby.

I got lazy; I can’t be bothered to be doing gym. Even if I get in the mood I will just use the gym at home, I just thought I would go to the gym because there is more equipment but it’s whatever, I am now sat down and watching ninety day fiancé so it’s too late, I am too deep into this. I did say I would clean the kid’s bedroom but here I am watching this. Things have gotten better, since splitting Rylee and Tianna up she doesn’t feel like she is under Rylee like that anymore even though she is always in her room, I swear I just don’t get it. Lifting my phone up to see the caller ID and it’s Chris, I am not surprised he has called me late, he has been busy. I say that but I’s bullshit, answering the call “why do my girls look so grown, damn” is the first thing he said, “they are growing up too quick on us Chris” he sniggered “I am talking about your boobs” rolling my eyes laughing “why do you have to be so annoying, did you not get the picture of the girls?” I am sure I told them to send him some picture “no, oh wait I did. Yeah ignore me I did, how was the school run then, enjoy it? Imani played nice” he knows Imani “she played hell; she has been since you gone. Because her father has been letting her sleep in the bed with us, I don’t allow that Chris. No, so we just kept going back and forth then she fell asleep, and then it was time to wake up, but I got there in the end. They are at school” I am so proud of that “you seem so proud” see even Chris has noticed “on a real, it’s just so nice to spend time with my daughters. I feel like they have things they wanted to say and ask me, I feel awful about things and how I haven’t been home but like I know you said get a nanny but then we would both be gone and what difference would that make, I am happy to be home with them. I am so blessed to have them” Chris cooed out “I am glad, they missed you like crazy. You started on Savage yet?” Chris has to remind me “I am getting a little lazy, I will start tomorrow” we both laughed down the phone, I am comfy now.

Chris stifled out a yawn “long night?” I said with the biggest smirk on my face “I am at the office actually; I have a suit on. I don’t know what you are saying or thinking what I am doing” he is a liar “you have been out since being in New York and then acting like you’re working” he gasped “Jah told me, he said he came to the office yesterday and you wasn’t there and then I found out Rorrey has arrived, I am like god help us” Chris is laughing but he better do work “you are assuming I am doing no work but before Jen left we went through something, I came up with an idea. Like I know it’s a headache for you because it’s introducing a new stream of things but also it’s a good thing, I want to introduce Fenty Kidz, so like things that include for example clothing, makeup for the kids like lipgloss because I know my girls like the sticky things and we can boys side too because we can get Camron on it, so I threw it out there, Jen agreed and I think we should do it” Chris seems very excited about this “then this is on you Chris, go for it. When it comes to the girls I will help, start it off. You don’t need my permission now” he can do as he pleases “I want our daughters to be the face of it, also Camron too. I have an idea” he has ideas now; he isn’t going to stop “FENTY Kidz right? But I want it to hit home, like I want the commercial to be you when you was a kid always playing with makeup, there is photos of you doing that but then you’re older and it’s like history repeating because your daughters are doing the same, like something along those lines and with Camron because we are trying to aim for the male audience now more then recently, like honestly men in general, I mean even me I would like to have matching outfits with my son, I feel like men do that. I see TJ doing it with Camron all the time so I want to aim for that, likewise with the girl range but I see wives, baby mothers buying these outfits for their partner and child so they can match, it’s just cute” Chris and his cute clinginess to Camron “that is fine, I have no issues” I mumbled, he is excited about this.

“You have gone quiet though?” shaking my head “just thinking, I was so sure that Imani was a boy. It just makes me laugh, I know the midwife was just laughing at me, I was like a boy. It’s done, we complete now and like she said don’t predict it to be that sex, just be happy but you know” I dragged out “I feel like you deserve that boy, I feel you are so overwhelmed with girls and when Camron comes over you can be you. I feel a little bad that I haven’t, well we haven’t had that boy. Imani is very boisterous, little chunky self and I feel when I watch you, and how you dress her in these boyish clothing and then I am like no, change it. I just feel it’s unfair to you, so much it is. A house full of women that have a lot of personalities, I am not saying you can’t do these things with them but it’s just not the same” I am speaking too much “I feel with Imani she likes kicking a ball, Rylee and Tianna rather go upstairs and practice a catwalk, like what? They are preparing for their ballet class or whatever, I said it to Rylee I goes what about sport? Oh no, she wants to be you. Likewise with Tianna, and I feel like they are growing too quick because of it, my mistake I think, social media wasn’t good for them. Even with trying to block content they still have YouTube and with YouTube you can still see things but with the older two, they are very much oh my god what is mom doing, I ain’t even like them watching the lingerie show with you and that is being real Robyn but how can I stop them, I don’t want them like wanting to be that, but it’s there. It’s in their face, I don’t even like them seeing you in a tong but it’s like I am stuck, my daughters are just growing fast, and I hate it, Imani is just all mine and you right. I thought the same but it’s what is blessed, we don’t need to worry on it, it’s cool. We blessed, we are happy, and we keep it to that” Chris is right, I just wish he got that boy though.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfiction

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nadiineross · 4 years ago

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so this is spiderbyte wip which i cannot be bothered to finish but i thought it would be cute n funny if sombra makes them go on a legal vacay together like they go on tripadvisor and dress up like tourists and theyre using their sick days or smth not that i think talon would give either of them sick days since its a terrorist organization.. lol ANYWAY hv fun :)

Widow has no idea how Sombra pulled it off, but she’s hardly surprised since doing unthinkable, and unthinkably stupid, things is sort of Sombra’s schtick. So, here she is, standing in a commercial airport with a neck pillow wedged around her peach-painted elbow and two 4-wheel suitcases at her hip, waiting for her girlfriend to finish taking a piss.

She is, on some level, excited for this actually legal, Talon-cleared weekend-long vacation. It’s not that she thinks she’ll get bored or hate it—after all, Sombra had organized everything and Sombra is one among maybe three people who give a fuck about what Widow thinks about things—but she wonders, sometimes, about the genuineness of her own emotions. She experiences them shallowly. Like they’re dialed down. On occasion, experiences them like a choice; a matter of whether or not she wants to expend energy on reacting to something.

Because of this, she wonders if she fakes them and does it so well, she’s fooled herself. But then what difference would that make?

Yes, she’s happy to spend time with Sombra. Always. It just doesn’t matter to her at all the how and when of it. Doesn’t feel like there’s anything significant about going to a different country with Sombra, partake in new activities with her.

To Sombra, it’s different. She’s been giddy about this for a week, constantly nudging Widow so she’ll lean over and look at whatever part of the travel plan Sombra’s putting together. Sombra feels the urge to see new places and do new things with people she likes to spend time with.

Widow’s okay with sitting in Sombra’s room, with the hip LED strip lights she sees in the “tick tocks” Sombra shows her, doing nothing in between messing around on the bed. Widow’s okay with flying to ass nowhere, Europe, to watch Sombra’s back and shoot people. That’s going somewhere new; that’s doing something new. It’s all the same to her.

But then again, Sombra wants this, so it’s automatically different.

And that’s the extent of Widow’s feelings about this.

Sombra comes bounding out the airport bathroom just as Widow considers going in to check. As soon as she spots Widow, she scowls and moves the pillow from Widow’s arm to her neck. Again.

“You promised,” she reminds Widow.

Widow looks at her impassively. Considers it.

She promised she would “get in the holiday spirit,” but that was before she had known about Sombra’s ridiculous definition of holiday spirit. Still, a promise is a promise. Besides, this was Widow’s gift to Sombra. Specifically, Widow had told Sombra that she gets one do-stupid-things free pass, happy anniversary, chérie, come back to bed.

One occasion where Sombra can drag Widow into something and Widow will comply without complaint, all within reason, of course. And Sombra picks a vacation.

Sombra, who has become a master at staring contests with Widow, having dated her for a year and a handful of weeks now, waits her out. Finally, Widow sighs and reaches up to button the donut pillow at her throat.

“Looks great, babe,” Sombra says brightly, and begins to wheel her suitcase towards the departure hall proper.

Widow sighs again and follows after her.

“Does this even count as a legal vacation if we are using fake documents?”

“Say it louder,” Sombra grumbles, “I don’t think airport security got that.”

Widow tries not to smile. She takes in a deep breath and, indeed, louder, says: “Does this even c—”

“I hate that you think you’re funny now,” Sombra huffs. “Dating me is such an ego boost for people.”

“People?” Widow muses. Sombra ignores that. Whatever. She changes tracks to something she’s actually curious about. “What’s the name on your passport?”

“Sombra,” says Sombra.

Widow squints at her. “Sombra what? You don’t have a last name.”

“Spider,” Sombra deadpans, “Obviously, it doesn’t say Sombra. Why the hell would I put that on my passport? That’s dumb. I’m very good at being a criminal, you know?”

“Yes, baby,” says Widow, “the best.”

Sombra rolls her eyes but the edges of her mouth twitch up before she can control it. Widow can’t help but smile herself. “It’s Jane Smith.”

“That… is so boring.” She wrinkles her nose. “And so American.”

“What? You don’t think I look exactly like a Jane Smith?” Sombra asks.

Widow stares at her.

“Whatever.” Sombra sniffs, snootily, and rubs a hand over the buzzed side of her head. It’s grown out a bit—Widow will shave it for her soon.

“You are terrible with aliases.”

Sombra had given her a fake passport earlier today, back at base. Widow’s now May Parker, a Canadian national since Sombra didn’t have faith in Widow’s fake accent skills and told her, quite condescendingly, to stick to French. The name was a reference to something, Widow’s not sure what, just thankful that Sombra hadn’t ended up printing the name of the first French historical figure that came to mind. Napoleon Bonaparte probably wouldn’t have gone over too well with airport authorities.

At check-in, the woman barely bats an eye at their too-nondescript names. It’s likely not that rare for people to come through airports with fake names in this day and age anyway. Probably, it’s quite rare to have terrorists doing it for vacation, but Widow has to admit their outfits don’t quite match up with that image.

Sombra picks their seats as Widow hauls their suitcases onto the belt. When all’s said and done, Sombra loops their arms together and pulls them towards security.

Sombra keeps glancing up at Widow’s face while they wait in line. It’s her only tell that she’s nervous and Widow can guess why. The sunscreen-like balm they’d smeared all over her, to make her look normal, should hold up for the duration of their flight. Though, she didn’t trust Talon scientists, she could trust their science, so she’s not worried about it.

Anyway, it wasn’t the 20th century. Most body mods were socially acceptable now. Sombra, in all her cyborg glory, shuffles past security with no problem.

It’s another half hour wait at their gate before they finally board. Sombra takes the middle seat, leaving Widow with the window. The aisle seat is, thankfully, empty. She’s not sure if Sombra did that on purpose, but she doesn’t particularly care either way, so she doesn’t ask.

Sombra reaches over and taps both of their mini-TV screens at the same time. A moment later, The Room (2003) begins playing on their screens simultaneously. Sombra makes a triumphant little sound and cuddles into Widow’s side.

Widow drapes her arm around Sombra and sighs.

A brief shitty movie marathon later, they’re touching down in Hokkaido, Japan, and Sombra’s tugging her gangly girlfriend out her seat. Widow’s vaguely tired and has already made Sombra promise they’re calling in a favour from Akande for a Talon plane back home after this. It takes a lot of brain power for her to keep up with Sombra sometimes, especially when it comes to silly things like enjoying bad movies.

(Sombra tells her it isn’t brain power that she is expending; rather, it’s called the emotional labour of loving someone.)

By the time they get to their lodging, Widow’s just about ready to pass out.

She pushes the first door she sees and falls into bed. Outside, she hears the rapid padding of Sombra’s footsteps as she explores every nook and cranny in the cabin.

She’s not sure how long she’s been lying down, but next she opens her eyes, the sky is dark blue and Sombra’s face is alarmingly close to hers.

Sombra grins and touches her cheeks. “Hey, you should get up.”

Widow blinks lazily at her. Then: “No.” She rolls around and closes her eyes again. “We’re on vacation.”

“We have to wipe that shit off you,” Sombra says, a note of affection colouring her tone.

She allows herself a few more seconds before she sits up with a huff and follows Sombra into the en suite. It’s a nice bathroom: a big tub, classy tiling, and there’s a big window facing a snowy mountainside, framed by gnarly trees.

note: and like i had this idea that sombra had her own agenda picking japan like mayb to hack into some mountain base but mostly i wanted to write widows skiing skin:) and they do stupid shit in the snow and eat good food and roll around in the sheets in their cozy lil cabin during a snowstorm and at the end these two who hv j been like. a pair of random tourists roll outta there in a bigass talon plane, guns equipped on the outside and everything, everyone else is alarmed, shitting themselves, but sombras j chilling in widows lap as they head back to base, blissfully unaware

#spiderbyte #spiderbytefics #hehe i wrote a full 1 shot on my main if anyone cares:)

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aalissy · 5 years ago

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Happy holidays @miraculous-gelli! I was your @mlsecretsanta this month! I really hope you enjoy this! I hope you’ve been having a great December!!

AO3

Marinette carefully checked the surroundings outside her balcony, making certain no one was around to see her before she transformed. In a quick flash of pink light, she became Ladybug and swooped out of her bedroom. Brilliant yellow lights twinkled under her as she used her yo-yo to swing over to the Eiffel Tower. Upon landing, she sat down on the edge, dangling her feet slightly as she overlooked her beautiful city.

“Well hello there, my beautiful lady,” Chat purred as he deftly landed beside her, barely making a sound.

“Hello kitty,” Ladybug turned her head to look over at him with a blinding smile.

His expression was eager as he waved his phone in the air, “I assume you haven’t forgotten what we agreed upon during our last patrol.”

Rolling her eyes, Ladybug brought out her own cellphone, “No, Chat, I did not. I just figured we would patrol first,” she arched her eyebrow at him. Her partner sat down next to her, bouncing slightly as he reached for her phone. She merely held it further away from his grasp, shooting him a pointed look as he pouted, “Remember, Chaton. This is for emergencies only. I don’t want to get any memes or random cat puns from you at 2 in the morning.”

“I purromise not to do that,” Chat wiggled his eyebrows at her, “Cat’s honor.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she muttered, handing the device over to him which he took eagerly.

He merely waved her off, quickly tapping his number in her contact list, “You know how absolutely purrfect this idea is. If one of us gets stuck in class during an akuma attack, we won’t be left wondering where the other is.”

“Yes, I remember the argument you brought up last patrol,” Ladybug’s lips pursed as she glanced down at the cellphone in her hands, “You did remember to buy a new cellphone, right? I don’t want to accidentally learn your identity if, by some random chance, I already have your contact information.”

Her words seemed to cause Chat to freeze for a moment before he looked up at her with a guilty smile. Ladybug’s eyes narrowed slightly as he paused his typing to squirm at her heated stare.

“Well, you see.”

“Chat!” her glare grew fiercer, about to yank her phone back out of his hands.

Her partner chuckled, holding his phone away from her as a bright smile lit up his face, “Relax, LB, I remembered the rules. Besides, I’m not going to miss out on the opportunity to text you.”

“For emergencies, Chat! Emergencies only!”

“Right, right,” he nodded seriously, “Emergencies.”

Pinching her nose tightly, Ladybug turned back to the device in her hands with an exasperated sigh, “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” she quickly tapped her number in before shoving the device at the superhero next to her, “Take it before I change my mind.”

Chat grabbed the phone with a cheeky smile, handing her own back to her before he extended his staff, “Guess I had better get started with patrol, then. Text ya later, bugaboo.”

“Get back here Chaton!” she called, rolling her eyes fondly before following after him with a quick twirl of her yo-yo.

Patrol passed quickly as the two ran across rooftops, looking for any signs of trouble. Ladybug snuck several glances at her partner running parallel to her and noticed that he seemed much more energetic than before. With a quiet chuckle, she saw his own gaze dart to his phone multiple times. Luckily, they spotted no signs of trouble and the two parted ways with a few happy waves. The two of them then turned and arrived at their separate homes.

With a mighty yawn, Ladybug landed on her balcony, releasing her transformation. Back to Marinette, she quickly opened her trapdoor and flopped down onto the bed that awaited her with a relieved groan, “Oh Tikki, I’m so tired. I feel like I could sleep for years.”

“Knowing you, you probably will, Marinette,” her kwami giggled as she floated above the girl’s head.

“You’re probably right,” she chuckled back before snuggling further into her pillow.

Just as Marinette was about to slip into the warm beckonings of sleep, the phone above her bed chimed with a notification. With a frustrated growl, she yanked the thing down, prepared to put it on Do Not Disturb when she noticed the contact info. Biting her lip to stifle a laugh, she opened the message.

Your Kitty: Is this Ladybug?

Rolling her eyes at his message, she hunched further back into her covers, typing a response.

Ladybug: No, this is just the only other girl you gave your new phone number too 🙄

Your Kitty: LB! It is you!

Ladybug: Who else would it be you silly kitty?

Ladybug: Also, did you really put Your Kitty in as your contact name??!!

Your Kitty: But of course bugaboo! Who am I if not your kitty 😿

Your Kitty: I can’t believe you only put yourself in as Ladybug! Aren’t we a little past formalities at this point? We’ve been guarding Paris together for a year and you decide to do something as boring as Ladybug?

Ladybug: Figured you’d put me in as Your Lady as soon as you could 🙄

Your Kitty: You’re not wrong 😹

Your Kitty: I assume you’ve already changed my contact name then?

With a light flush to her cheeks, Marinette hovered over the change name icon. Blowing out a breath, she kept the name and returned back to their conversation. Determined to keep Chat from learning this information, she changed the subject quickly.

Ladybug: Didn’t we agree that this number was to be used for emergencies only? Quit texting me and go to sleep!!

Your Kitty: I just wanted to make certain it was you, M’lady 🥺

Your Kitty: In fact, I’m still not completely certain...

Your Kitty: Can I call you just to make sure?

Ladybug: You have got to be kidding me 🙄

Your Kitty: Purrty please 🥺

Shooting a quick glance over at the kwami next to her, Marinette noticed Tikki watching her curiously, “Didn’t you say you were going to bed early, Marinette?” the small bug spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“I know, I know, but it’s Chat. You know he won’t shut up unless he realizes that it’s actually me,” she sucked her lower lip into her mouth nervously.

Tikki rolled her eyes, snuggling further into her pillow, “Well it’s up to you. Don’t forget that you have school tomorrow. Goodnight, Marinette.”

“Goodnight, Tikki,” she kissed the top of her kwami’s head before sliding down her ladder and collapsing into her desk chair. The chair spun slightly with the force of her jump and, gathering all her courage, she managed to press the call button.

Marinette was barely allowed a small squeak before her call was immediately answered and a breathy voice greeted her, “Ladybug? Is it really you?”

It was a few seconds before she could respond, her eyes darting around the room in a panic before taking a deep breath, “Yeah, it’s me.”

A deep sigh emitted from her phone and she could practically picture her partner running a hand through his messy, blonde locks, “Good. I was getting worried there.”

“Yeah,” Marinette chuckled awkwardly. Silence settled around them and she squirmed in her chair uncomfortably, “Well, guess I had better go then. It’s getting pretty late! Goodnight!” she blurted out.

Her finger automatically went to press the end call button, when Chat’s panicked voice came through her phone, “Wait!”

“Did you need something else?” she nibbled her lip nervously.

“Well, no,” his sheepish voice entered her ears, “I just wanted to talk to you for a little longer. I still can’t quite believe we’re doing this.”

Marinette tsked sharply, “We’re not supposed to be, remember. This was for emergencies only.”

Chat chuckled deeply, “Now I really know you’re Ladybug. Only you would think of the rules at a time like this.”

“Well, they’re important, Chat,” her words betrayed her tone as a small smile spread across her lips.

“You’re smiling,” he sang out.

“No, I’m not,” Marinette scowled at him.

“Yes, you are.”

“Shut up.”

This time a comfortable silence settled between the two. Resting her head on the back of her seat, she swiveled her chair back and forth slowly. Her eyes drooped slightly and were then drawn over to Tikki who was slumbering adorably. A soft smile spread across her face and she prepared to say goodbye when Chat’s next words froze her.

“You know, sometimes you really remind me of someone. Especially your voice when we’re talking like this...”

Marinette froze before relaxing. Surely he hadn’t actually figured her out, she waved the panic away. Curiously, she asked, “Who do I remind you of?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

She paled considerably as her blood froze. Panic flooded her as she began thinking rapidly, searching for something, anything, to dissuade him. Marinette’s eyes shot over to Tikki anxiously, almost expecting the kwami to have woken up and begin scolding her angrily. How has Chat managed to figure out her identity again? This is terrible!! He could get akumatized, she stood up from her chair and began pacing as she scolded herself.

Before she could speak and deny his claims, however, her partner spoke once again, “Don’t worry. I know you’re not her,” an almost regretful sigh escaped him and Marinette paused curiously at that, before he continued, “The battle against Kwambuster proved that. Still, I think you’d be very good friends!”

“Y-yeah, I’m sure we would,” she stuttered out, still shaking slightly, “I really need to get to bed now, though. I’ve got school tomorrow after all...”

“Oh,” Chat’s chipperness lowered and Marinette could practically see his ears drooping, “Well, goodnight m’lady. Text ya tomorrow!”

“Chat! You had better not!” her warning message was cut off, however, as her partner had ended the call. With an angry scowl, the designer quickly plugged her phone in before diving into bed. Tikki’s eyes blinked open to look at her once before slowly shutting once again. She giggled quietly before kissing the top of her kwami’s head, letting herself drift off as well.

In typical Marinette fashion, she woke up five minutes before class was supposed to begin. With a strangled shriek, she threw herself off the bed, scrambling to get dressed and make it in time for first period. After changing into her usual clothes, her eyes darted over to Ladybug’s phone in panic as it let out a quiet chime. Yelping, Marinette dove for it, scanning the message in alarm as she listened for any sounds of an akuma attack.

Your Kitty: Good morning, M’lady 😸

“I’m gonna kill him,” Marinette grumbled, shoving the phone in her bag as she raced downstairs to grab a croissant before heading off to class. Kissing her parents goodbye, she ran outside to begin the trek to school. Bursting through the doors, she gasped in air as she apologized profusely. Mlle. Bustier gave her a disapproving look before handing her the worksheet for the day. Shrinking back sheepishly, she quickly grabbed it before ducking into her seat.

“You get enough sleep, girl? You look exhausted,” Alya commented as soon as she sat down.

Giving her best friend a tired smile, Marinette groaned, “I stayed up too late working on a new commission.”

Alya nodded with both sympathy and understanding, “I get you, girl. Just be careful, alright? I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

The designer grinned brightly over at her before turning back to look at Mlle. Bustier as she continued her lecture. Pulling out her notebook, Marinette began to doodle and design some new sketch ideas as she quickly finished her classes. Towards the end of her last class, however, the new phone in her purse buzzed and she glared down at in disbelief. Sneakily pulling out the device, she checked the text from her partner.

Your Kitty: Hope you had an absolutely pawsome day 😸

Ladybug: Emergencies ONLY!

Your Kitty: But my good morning texts to you are important 😿

Ladybug: You almost gave me a heart attack this morning stupid cat! I thought there was an akuma attack and I was already late for school!

There was a stifled snort in front of her and Marinette’s gaze was drawn towards the sound. Her mouth parted slightly in shock as she saw Adrien hunched over his desk, cradling his phone protectively as he seemed to be typing a response to someone.

I didn’t think Adrien would ever be the type to text someone during class, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Longingly, she wished that it was her texting Adrien right now, wondering who had managed to completely capture his attention. Pursing her lips slightly, Marinette was drawn out of her dreary thoughts by a buzz of the phone in her lap.

Your Kitty: You? Late for class 🙀? LB, I never pictured you as the type. Next, you’ll tell me that you turn in homework late. Or, even worse... text during class!

She giggled quietly at his message. Biting her lower lip softly, Marinette contemplated what to type. Though she recognized the sound of a bell distantly, she ignored it and wrote out her message.

Ladybug: I’m certain that an honorable cat such as yourself would never be late for class then. And I can’t even begin to imagine you texting in class 😉

Your Kitty: Oh, fur sure, m’lady.

Your Kitty: Also, thank you for the wink 😻💚

Rolling her eyes, she began typing out another response when she was interrupted by a throat being cleared, “You coming, Marinette?”

She blinked up into the bright green eyes of Adrien who was smiling down at her. It was then that she recalled the sound of a bell ringing and realized that the whole class was empty apart from them. Wincing, Marinette grabbed her backpack and stood up quickly, managing to stutter a response to her crush, “Y-yeah! Sorry! I guess I just lost track of time!”

“It’s alright. I did too,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Her gaze darted down to the phone he was fiddling with before returning to his eyes. A light pink flush had overtaken his cheeks and she quickly averted her gaze. Returning to her half-typed message, Marinette finished it to avoid contemplating who could make Adrien lose track of time.

Ladybug: Oh, lap it up kitty, because that’s the only wink you’re going to get if you keep texting me and it’s not an emergency!

Pressing the send button, she looked up to see Adrien open his mouth before the buzz of a device broke the silence. Blinking, she looked down at her phone to see if Chat had actually texted her back that quickly. A frown creased her brow, however, when she was only met with her message. A deep chuckle in front of her caused her to look up as she saw Adrien looking down at his own phone with amusement.

Huh, her brow furrowed as he began typing, that was weird.

He finished typing rather quickly before looking back up at her with his dazzling green eyes. Marinette shuffled awkwardly for a second before feeling her phone buzz again. Swallowing quietly, she watched as Adrien’s eyes narrowed at her curiously before she looked down at the message from her partner.

Your Kitty: You wound me, bugaboo 😿

Tucking the phone back in her purse, she smiled brightly at him, “S-so, are you excited for the, um, weekend?”

He nodded almost absentmindedly at her as his gaze remained locked on her purse for a few more seconds. Eventually, he seemed to drag his eyes back to hers before raking a hand through his hair, “Yeah, definitely. What about you?”

“Course of,” Marinette clenched her eyes shut as she mentally face-palmed before correcting herself, “I-I mean of course.”

“Should we head out now?” a small smile twitched at Adrien’s cheeks as he jerked his head over to the door.

“Yep,” she mumbled quietly, shifting the bag on her shoulder nervously as she avoided eye contact with him. Opening the door, she headed out into the hallway and heard Adrien follow along behind her.

“So, I just have to ask,” his words broke through the quiet of the halls, “Was the Marinette Dupain-Cheng really texting during class?”

Her lips parted in surprise as she paused, swallowing nervously at the familiar conversation. Her crush stopped with her as he looked at her curiously. Clearing her throat, Marinette considered her answer to avoid stuttering, “I suppose I was. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you were also texting though, Adrien. I didn’t think that you were the type.”

Her eyes scanned his for any sense of recognition. Finding none, she let out a quiet breath of relief. Adrien’s lips quirked into a half-smile before he responded, “And here I thought I did a pretty good job of hiding it.”

“Yeah, if you count snickering at your phone in the middle of class hiding it,” Marinette chuckled before her eyes widened. Oh my god, did I actually just say a full sentence to Adrien without stuttering?! She squirmed uncomfortably for a moment as he seemed to search her own gaze for something.

A few more moments passed before the model in front of her opened his mouth and spoke, “You wound me, Marinette.”

A jolt of familiarity hit her and her mouth dropped open in shock. Her brow creased in confusion and disbelief before she brushed aside the weird feelings. Shaking her head at herself, she gave Adrien a small, uncertain smile before turning and beginning to walk once again.

“So, who was it that you actually allowed to text you during class?”

“A friend from work,” the practiced words fell from her mouth with ease. Not a lie, but not the full truth either, Marinette thought to herself with satisfaction. She regarded him from the corner of her eye before asking the question she was dying to know, “Who were you texting?”

A goofy grin overtook Adrien’s face as he glanced down at the phone in his hands, “Same as you, actually.”

Her chest constricted as she quickly looked away from her crush. A pretty model then, she thought to herself disappointedly.

“No, no, not a model,” Adrien spoke beside her, causing her eyes to dart over to his own, “Though she definitely could be.”

Oh god, did I really say that out loud?! Marinette thought to herself in mortification. She sucked in a harsh breath through her teeth as she realized it must be a make-up artist or a pretty photographer. She shoved aside the thought that it could be one of the designers and quickened her step. Humming to him in response, she looked desperately at the door in front of her, willing it to come closer.

A quiet buzz sounded from within her purse and Marinette practically skidded to a stop. Her hand hovered over the clasp uncertainly before Adrien’s voice broke through her haze, “Aren’t you going to answer that. It could be that friend from work, you know...”

She swallowed, looking up at him to see him gazing down at her with a small, gentle smile. Giving him a shaky smile back, Marinette opened her purse, reaching for the device to check her texts.

Your Kitty: Have you ever considered modeling?

Hesitating, she peeked up at Adrien from beneath her lashes shyly. That small smile was still on his lips and she quickly returned to her phone.

Ladybug: Why do you want to know?

Marinette chewed her lip nervously after she sent the message. Squeezing her eyes shut, she listened for the small buzz of Adrien’s own phone. It came quickly and she opened one eye slowly as she watched him begin to type.

Your Kitty: Just from a conversation...

She sucked in a harsh, disbelieving breath as her hands shook slightly. She still managed to send the message though, this time watching Adrien’s phone intently. When it let out a telltale hum, her mouth dropped open with a quiet gasp.

Ladybug: I’ve always been more into designing to be completely honest...

Marinette watched as his gaze drifted up to hers, a questioning word falling from his lips, “M’lady?”

Her hand came up to slap her mouth in shock before lowering it slowly to respond, “Kitty?”

Suddenly, she was engulfed within a pair of arms and she let out a quiet squeak as she was spun around. Laughing loudly, Marinette buried her head in Adrien’s shoulder as he continued to spin them both around. Eventually, he put her down, tucking a wayward strand of hair back into her ponytail as he gazed down at her in awe.

“I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her voice choking slightly, “Surely I’m dreaming.”

“No,” Adrien whispered, shaking his head down at her as a wide smile stretched across his face, “You’re not dreaming. Unless I’m dreaming too.”

“If I am dreaming, please don’t wake me up,” Marinette’s own voice dropped to a low murmur.

One of his hands dropped down to squeeze her own tightly, “I won’t... but Marinette, I really need to ask you something. Am-am I the guy?”

She squeaked, ducking her head down shyly before nodding. A thumb lifted her chin back up to look at him, however, as Adrien smiled charmingly down at her. She blinked and suddenly her image of Chat and her image of Adrien merged together. I can’t believe I’ve never connected them together before, Marinette thought in wonder.

“C-could I kiss you, Marinette? Plea-”

Before he could finish asking, she crashed their lips together. Leaning up on her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck as his own came to wrap around her waist and tug her closer.

Eventually, Adrien pulled back for air and smiled smugly down at her, “Does this mean I can text you memes at 2 in the morning now?”

Marinette laughed loudly, nodding emphatically before pulling him down into another sweet kiss.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic #fanfic #reveal #identity reveal #ladynoir #adrienette #slight ml spoilers #mlsecretsanta

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years ago

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Hauntober Day 31: Celebrate

Summary: When a group of friends go to a matchmaking dance, things do not go as planned.

Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Satine Kryze

Warnings: None

Word Count:~1400

“I don’t know if I put so much stock in a dance that has the slogan, ‘Find your soulmate, and have a screaming first date,’” Satine grimaced when Padmé showed her the flyer.

“Oh, come on, Duchess. Don’t be a stick in the mud,” Padmé teased, using her nickname. “Who knows, you might get matched with someone great.”

“How do they do the matching, anyway?” Satine asked.

“You fill out the form on the back on the flyer and return it before Thursday at noon. Then, you’ll get an email with your half of the couple’s costume,” Padmé explained.

“I suppose you already turned yours in?”

“Dropped it off this morning after my first class,” she winked.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll fill this out,” she sighed. “With any luck, I’ll be matched with Obi-Wan. Now that would be a date.” She winked.

Padmé awkwardly smiled and went to leave. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

A few days later as Padmé was working on her midterm in the library, she got the email with her costume assignment.

“Guinevere,” she grinned. “I always love dressing up as a period princess. I wonder who my King Arthur will be.” Her eyes fell on Anakin Skywalker across the library. He could very well be her once and future king, indeed. With a slight tint to her cheeks, she went back to her homework.

“Obi-Wan, what’s your costume?” Anakin asked, leaning back in his chair to invade his friend and RA’s personal space.

“I’ll tell you if you put your chair back on the ground,” Obi-Wan sighed, looking up from his book.

Anakin put the chair back on all four legs with a soft thud before giving him an expectant look.

“Lancelot,” he said with a bemused smile. “What are you to be?”

“Peter Pan,” Anakin chuckled.

“That checks out,” Obi-Wan commented.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anakin asked incredulously.

The librarian shushed him. When she turned her back, he stuck his tongue out at her. Obi-Wan raised a pointed brow at him. Anakin sighed, waving him off before going back to his homework.

“I just hope I get matched with Padmé,” Anakin said wistfully. He could see her being his Wendy.

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll be,” Obi-Wan replied absentmindedly.

Midterms came and went, and the dance was upon them. Padmé and Satine were getting ready in their dorm and talking about who they thought their matches must be.

“I can’t believe you were assigned a nun costume,” Padmé chuckled softly as she attached her chain belt to her medieval dress that she had found at a thrift store.

“I bet I’ll be matched with Obi-Wan, though. The man screams priest,” Satine grinned devilishly. Padmé wondered if she’d finally get to meet this elusive Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“I think Anakin would be my Arthur,” Padmé replied thoughtfully.

“And what if your partner is Lancelot and not Arthur?” Satine asked, breezing past her and out the door. “Come along. We best be going.”

Padmé stepped into her satin slippers and followed her to the dance.

“Write your half of the costume on the name tag, please,” the bored teen at the door said as she handed them stickers saying “Hello, My name is.”

“Not a fan of dances?” Padmé asked as she filled out her tag.

“It’s not that. I just... I had plans and then I got stuck on door duty since I’m the youngest on the student council,” the girl sighed.

“Well, when everyone shows up, you can leave, right?” Padmé suggested.

“I didn’t even think of that!” the girl replied, brightening up. “I hope you find your match.”

“Me, too,” Padmé said, suddenly feeling nervous. She looked up to see that Satine had already gone into the venue and took a deep breath. The music thumped in her chest through the door. When she opened it, colorful lights blurred her vision for a moment before it adjusted to the slightly dark atmosphere. Gently grasping the railing to the stairs, she descended into the chaos, searching in vain for her match. Her vision was overstimulated by all the background lights and the costumes. As she neared the bottom, her confidence deflated. Finding her match in here might be as probable as finding a needle in a haystack.

“At the very least, I’m getting a drink,” she said to herself before going towards the refreshments table in the corner. Nudging her way through the crowded room, she was jostled back and forth by the dancers, culminating in a slight trip as she broke free.

“Careful, darling,” a voice said as strong arms caught her from falling.

Padmé looked up at her savior, a blush forming on her face. He was incredibly handsome, especially with the halo of yellow lights highlighting him from behind as the disco ball glinted off his suit of armor.

“Are you alright?” he asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, regaining composure the best she could. In her head, it was as if the world had stopped. “I should let you get back to your match.”

“I haven’t found them yet,” he admitted.

Padmé looked down at his name tag and felt her heart skip a beat, “I believe I’m your match.”

His gaze flicked down to her name tag on her shoulder before breaking out in the cutest grin. “Yes, darling, I believe you are. Would you care to dance?”

“I’d love to,” she beamed, taking his hand and letting him lead her to an uncluttered spot on the dance floor. Being in his arms felt natural, like returning home from a long day and being enveloped in the safety of your bed. She rested her cheek against the shoulder of his armor. It was cool against her cheek.

“Just out of curiosity, there isn’t an Arthur that I should be worrying about, is there?” he asked playfully.

Padmé hesitated a moment before letting go of her silly guess earlier. Anakin was just her childhood friend that she used to babysit. He was her past. But this man... this man felt like her future. “No. There isn’t an Arthur. I am entirely yours.”

Over her shoulder, Obi-Wan Kenobi noticed his friend, Anakin, giving him a slight glare. He tried to dismiss it, turning back to his date. “As lovely of a Guinevere as you are, what is your real name?”

“Padmé,” she said, smiling up at you. “And what is your name, Sir Knight?”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he replied.

In that moment, the reality of the situation hit them. They were in the arms of the person their friends wanted to be with. Padmé swallowed, peeking out of the corner of her eye at Satine, standing alone by the punch. Obi-Wan looked down at where their hands were joined and laid against his chest.

“Do you believe in fate?” he asked softly.

“I believe things happen for a reason,” she replied, giving him a lopsided smile.

“How much faith do you put into a group of psychology student’s match making skills?” he asked sadly.

Padmé held his hand tighter to keep him from pulling away. “I think they gave us Lancelot and Guinevere for a reason,” she replied. “I think they thought they noticed something that we didn't. But, I meant what I said. I don’t have an Arthur. I belong to no man, and I can give my heart to whom I choose. Don’t make a noble gesture at the expense of our own happiness. If you make your armor shine any brighter, you would blind.”

“At least then I’d be able to ignore the glares,” he said, nonchalantly gesturing to Anakin.

Padmé turned them slightly and gestured to Satine. He let out a chuckle.

“You’re friends with my ex from high school,” he commented. “Of course.”

“Could we get any more star-crossed?” she smirked.

Obi-Wan took her face in his hands, “As long as you don’t go about starting a family feud, I think we’ll get through it.”

She grinned up at him, “I’ll try my best.”

He kissed her nose, “Then, we’ll be fine.”

Padmé settled back into his arms, content to celebrate the rest of the holiday in the arms of her knight. Halloween truly was her favorite holiday.

#Hauntober #Day 31 #Celebrate #obi-wan kenobi #padme amidala

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years ago

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Not a princess au

N/A: slightly based on Magnus bride with the exception that Ariel is not Chise. Chise is too depressed.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @tieflingteeth @niuniente

In her childhood´s memories, among the smells of sweet pies and other desserts, are the stories her grandmother used to share-everyone coming together near the matriarchy as she often flashes a pearl white smile- and Ariel can recall many of her stories.

And one that stood up the most was the small tale of poor and miserable faes. “Granny” Ariel greets her granny who just closed the window-muttering how the winter finally arrives- and hugs the smaller girl. “Tell me a story, please!” and dramatically begs with her doe eyes. Her granny compliance.

“Ok, ok…since you asked so nicely” she puts the girl in her lap and tells the old story. “Once upon a time…there´s a lovely woman. A fae as only a fae could reach such beauty” she chuckles as Ariel is trying to imagine a pretty fae. “and it was a beauty the Gods offer to her. Beauty is a gift for a fae. And such beauty was meant to marry the Fae prince, a prince from the light court, you know, the typical handsome fae prince” and Ariel is trying to imagine such a handsome man.

“However, the lovely fae falls for another, see, faes can love…but is a rarity in itself, so rare that maybe she wasn´t in love…maybe it was something else” granny tiptoe on the terms. Ariel rolls her eyes and mentions it was lust (it was lust, granny, I get it) “anyway, she decides to e with the mortal…faes must love tragedy stories and their own arrogance because such beauty thought she wouldn´t face the consequences”

“But she did…”

“Oh, Ariel…she did. The prince wasn´t very happy with his bride wanting to marry a human…and patience sometimes can be forsaken in the fae world…so, he put a curse on her” and granny´s eyes turn dark. “after sending some friends to visit this poor human. It doesn´t matter if he was innocent…faes can be cruel and the mortal begs for death in the end…not sure if it was answered”

“Poor silly mortal”

“And the beauty fae …is cursed. She can´t touch anyone or anything ever again” Her granny concludes as Ariel keeps imaging the fate of such poor and foolish fae.

“And her family move away and never talk about it?” Ariel asked. Now, that´s a good question.

“Her brethren were exiled of the court and are freely walking among humans…an exiled fae is common. But a fae who has a cursed relative is as rare as a fae loving a human…bad omen! An extremely bad omen will follow them until the end” and Ariel is hang up on those words.

“And the Gods did nothing?”

“Pretty much”

“What bastards!”

“Kitty!”

“We´re Jewish…we can say that” and winks in the conspiracy. Granny chuckles at this. And the Granny elects herself to be an accomplice. The rocking chair remains a completely unmoving-a paradox for Ariel only- and the tale continues.

“Now, you must be worried…what this means to humans? Exiled faes are dangerous and they will do anything to get your name…faes don´t play fair and exiled faes can break even more rules” The granny continues.

“And …if they have a cursed relative…they have no reason to play nice either” Ariel nods sagely and granny suggests to never give her name until you have absolutely sure the person won´t use against you. _________________________________________________________________________________________

The city is flocking with several mutants and humans. No festival is on the horizon, but, the higher spirits, sometimes, don´t need a holiday to commemorate. Ariel is one of the few people taking the scene with suspicious eyes. As her friend, Bobby is guiding her far away from the number of people.

They´re reaching a yellow path-yellow. Not golden- as Bobby is promising something wonderful down the road. Bobby is chatting away- too freely. Too used to his own voice- while Ariel is merely taking his words still careful. In a moment, Ariel sighs and suspends her moves and utters a few words- with her hand on her pocket- “you know, you can stop acting…I know you´re not him, fae” and she can feel the tomfoolery smile often associated with Bobby is gone.

“How did you notice it?” the tone is more feminine now. Still wearing Bobby´s face with one big difference. The eyes are golden now. Ariel didn´t reach closer of the fae- still, keep a safe distance- and responds.

“You flirt with me and other ladies…Bobby is gay” no apologizes was given nor was expected. The fae snaps her fingers and hissed something. “I forget to see this detail, well, it doesn´t matter…you´ll come with me” is order and Ariel can only frown her expression.

“Why? Why should I willingly go to a trap?”

And the fae offers a cruel smile to Ariel. “If you don´t value your friends´ life. We can keep Jubilation Lee” cold runs through her blood now. Ariel still has her hand in the pocket and has no choice in following the fae.

Faes don´t lie. In the promising space-a pocket dimension stops being a novelty when you live in a world where magic is so convenient- and hanging above on a cage. There is Jubilation Lee.

“Ariel!” she cries. “They trick me. She´s a shapeshifter…I thought…I thought she was Wolverine…I thought she was Laura…” and Ariel can see why Jubilation would fall for this trick. Crushes are a favorite weapon faes like to use against mortals.

Laura, she thought, would be happy to know her crush is not onesided…after she kills the faes.

And Ariel had enough. Taking a knife out of her pocket and twisting her arms- twisting her arms- puts the knife, an iron knife as the blue fae can feel, on her neck. “Bad choice, let Jubs go and you´ll still have a head above your neck!” is a thinly veiled threat. No, is a promise.

Ariel almost gasps as she feels a cold metal. Her does eyes manage to side back enough so the vision of this new welcomer is clear. An azzure man with crimson eyes- a red scar on his right eye- and is holding the sword firmly.

“Let go of the knife and you´ll still have a head above your neck” no one seems to acknowledge the fact those words are being parroted into Ariel´s face.

Flight or fight kicks in. Faes don´t lie…but can deceive.

“And why I would do this?” she tries again. Smirking as the knife stays- grimacing as the sword did too- “so I can watch you torture my friend? pass”

“We don´t want to torture anyone” the azzure man begins. Not the warmest line. “We´re here to make a trade” and she could show more interest if the sword wasn´t so well-positioned and so near her neck.

Ariel looks up to see Jubilation Lee. Ariel has no choice but to listen to their terms. “You work for me and I´ll burn her name out of our memories” and Ariel exhales as she slowly takes the knife away from the azzure lady´s neck.

“Swear by your real name?” Ariel counter-asked.

“Swear by my name” he responds. The azzure lady burns the name, only after Ariel agrees with the terms. “What should I call you?”

“Nightcrawler,” he said somewhat proud.

“Oh, worm?”

“Uhm, not a princess” his eyes travel to his mother- he called her mother when the deal was made- and then tries again. “Kurt”

“So not like a princess” _______________________________________________________________________________________

Looking up at the cottage. Is not the most luxurious place Ariel has ever seen- and to be fair, she didn´t saw many either- however, is not ugly by design. Ariel could enjoy the architecture in peace if this situation wasn´t so bizarre.

Her hands are quivering ever so slightly. Faes can be deviants. Faes can do unimaginable things and faes value human life as much one would value poop.

Kurt only took one good look at her to know what´s on her mind. “I only need someone to clean my house. Just that” and yes, her hands stop quivering and her eyes take his form completely incredulous.

“Uhm, you could have used the Craiglist” Ariel suggested in a teasing way. “Pretty sure is not that expensive and it is not as complex as using my friend as bait” she states still incredulous.

“What´s a craigslist?” either he´s joking or he has no idea what is a craigslist. Ariel decides for her sake to not press the issue. For now.

She sighs and then inquiries again. “I´ve read many fairytales, and I know there´s always a forbidden room I mustn´t enter or else” she mock an ominous voice here. In front of a fae with crimson eyes. “so, which room I mustn´t waltz at night” she crosses her arms waiting.

“The last door on the second floor. You shouldn´t enter there” Kurt begins. Ariel grins, there´re always secret or forbidden doors humans can´t cross.

“And if I waltz there…” she pries.

And Kurt´s face is a bit too close to Ariel. “Katzchen, what reason could you have to want to join into my bed at night?” and tsked “not what a normal princess would say”

Ariel´s face is heating up. “Sir, how dare make any suggestion…I´m a decent lady” and raise an eyebrow at his last comment. “and princesses are too boring for little old me” ______________________________________________________________________________________________

Friendships among mutants are hard, at least, for Bobby Drake it was. Maybe, it was his immaturity and his silly pranks that prove hard to others to rely on him-Scott said so once. Pranks are nice, but, you need to know when to stop- therefore, the few friends Bobby has…the Iceman tries to be as much of a good friend as possible.

Shaking and swallowing aren´t signals to be ashamed. Not being behind Jubilation Lee. Bobby is not ashamed of anything nor afraid. Jubilation rings the doorbell and Ariel is the one to answer and Bobby-never one to be subtle- breath in utter relief- the two ladies ignore this scene.

“Hey, we come here to see you…” Jubilation tries to put her cheerful facade, but, she´s still feeling guilty. “We´re trying to find a way to take you out…There are many lawyers for cases like this…and Jean even promised to help” Jubilation completes.

“Guys, I´m fine…I´m just his maid here, nothing salacious is happening here” Ariel promised. “Are you alright?” this question can be direct to Jubilee or Bobby.

“You´re living with a fae…and you ask if we´re fine? Ariel…” Jubilee shakes her head. A change in the subject is in order now.

“How did you found me?”

“Bobby here” she points to the Ice-mutant. “slept with the higher-ups in the Inhuman court and they´re happy to give your location…sadly, they can only do this…for now” she lost bits of enthusiasm.

Iceman decides to break the silence. “Ariel, do you know who this fae is?”

“A fae with red eyes?” is a lucky guess if you ask Ariel.

“No, he´s an exiled fae…and exiled faes are the worst…remember the story about exiled faes? The most famous one is about a pretty fae that should have married another prince fae but well…she had cold feet and well…” he looks awkward now. “no one gets a happy ending”

And this story sounds familiar. ________________________________________________________________________________________

“Uhm, are you sure, handsome?” Ariel reacted to that request as any normal person would. “I´m not the best cooker and I think there´re many on Craiglist who would love to work for a fae with crimson eyes” her tone is teasing. Kurt is not commenting on this.

“Well, unless you´re a princess and you can´t do this chore” and he smiles. No, more like sneers and Ariel has mixed feelings about this. Either Kurt loves princesses or he hates them-the image of him being rejected by a princess plays in her mind- and she notices how he´s expecting a reaction from his words.

“Why this obsession with me being a princess? I told you before, no blue blood in my family” The Prydes lived well, but, no one would look at them and think they´re nobility.

“Every woman wants to be a princess” and adds. “the gods said so”

“Gods are dicks” is her intelligent response. For a moment, Ariel thought he would get angry-faes worship some deities here and there- and maybe Kurt will take offense to her words.

Instead, he smiles too pleased. “They´re. Can you cook?”

And in her mind, Ariel made a delicious meal worthy of a king, of course, in reality, the food is badly burned and too salty. Kurt can´t take a bite and neither does Ariel.

“Yeah…not a princess” he agrees and snaps his fingers as decent food appears at the table.

“You can…you can made food but still needs a maid to clean your house?”

“No”

“Why am I here then?”

“Your food is getting cold”

“Curse you and your delicious magic food”

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How long is Ariel working for this strange exiled fae? hard to know, hard to care. Lately, Ariel is taking each detail of the cottage and from the owner as much she can. For example, the sour azzure man likes to be in his study room, doing gods know what, but often leaves at some time to the woods, and Ariel is left wondering what he does there.

In the study room, she has permission to clean-she blushes as the insinuation of his room and Ariel entering still plays in her mind- when she can notice two things: first and foremost, the room is immaculate. And second, there´s a painting a lovely woman with auburn hair and white streak.

Ariel comes closer and inspects the painting. The name Rogue is written bellow. She almost touches it. Almost. “That´s my sister” his voice draws in and Ariel is too used now. “I had a sister once…” and Ariel can nod in sympathize.

His eyes bore into Ariel. “Aren´t you thinking anything weird about me and my sister…”

“No, you big dummy, you look just like I do when I mentioned my granny…she passed away…she used to tell me stories” Ariel reveals this piece of information.

“Oh, is that….because I´m a fae…mortals seem to think I´ve no sense of family or love” and is the softest tone she ever listens to him responding. “family and faes are different from humans, so, of course, my family is different from the others faes…”

“Is just you and your mother now?”

“Yes, just me and my mother…she didn´t take Rogue´s demise so well…no one did” and he adds looking at her. “she was supposed to marry this prince but Rogue refused and the Gods” Ariel can see him gritting his teeth. Showcasing his fangs. “decide to punish her”

“Gods are jerks”

“Yes, they´re…and you´re not a princess”

“I´ll try not to cry on my pillow tonight. I promise” ________________________________________________________________________________________

Kurt found Ariel doing the laundry-Kurt did help as she berates him saying his hand wouldn´t fall if he did his share- when rubbing his neck Kurt makes a strange request. “Would you like to see my sister?” and Ariel never heard of a tombstone for faes, then again, it doesn´t matter. "of course…should I bring something?“

Kurt shakes his head.

The walking didn´t take more than 5 minutes. And soon, Ariel is looking at the statue of Rogue-maybe that´s how faes pay respect-and Kurt is the one to break the silence in a weak tone. So different from the first day.

“That´s my sister. She´s blessed with beauty to marry a prince fae. The Gods thought it would be funny to make her fall in love with a mortal…and it would be hilarious to punish her…” and taking a deep breath he adds. “she´s not dead…she´s cursed. The statue is my sister”

Ariel looks at the statue and back to Kurt. “And that´s why I´m here? to break this curse?” inquires back Ariel not seeing how she, of all people, could do this. She has no magic and as she proves time and time again. Not a princess.

“The Gods have a strange sense of humor. Only the tears of a lady that refused any form of being a princess can save my sister. Your tears can restore her life…you more than once rejected the life of a princess” Kurt answers.

“My tears?” she gazes up to the statue and then re-direct her attention to Kurt. “ok, tell me something sad, Kurt, make me cry and I´ll try to save your sister”

Kurt blinks as his mouth opens freely. “I was married once…my wife was devoured as a part of a sick joke” Ariel holds his hand -is really soft like velvet- and he carries on. “my biological father abused my mother in some form…I never asked for details and she´ll never give it to me…I was in more wars than you can imagine…and I miss my sister. My family is smaller and strange, but, is my family and I missed them” and her tears fall right after this admission. Slowly but surely.

Rogue blinks her eyes. Rogue is no longer a statue. _________________________________________________________________________________________

Being turned into a stone and then being brought back to life is a feeling only Rogue can fully understand. Mystique is trying to console as much as she can- Kurt too. The two azzure aren´t very affable, but, are trying- and Rogue asked about the mortal she was forced to love. “he´s no longer alive…I promised” and Rogue takes his word.

He could trap Ariel, couldn´t he? She made no demands nor deals when she cries to save his sister. He could make her stay here forever. “Be careful when doing deals with faes…you´re free to go”

“I´m free…that´s great, and that´s great your sister is back…look” she then whispers as she is about to reveal a secret. “next time, if you really need a maid…use Craiglist and not try to blackmail anyone to help you” Ariel teases him but her eyes have some seriousness to it.

“I´ll try…” is the best he can promise to her.

“Good, and if you want to visit me or if you want me to visit you…no need to tricks…just shows up and say hi, ok?”

“That I can do it”

She´s not a princess by any means and yet, she´s far more interesting than one.

#not a princess au #aoa kurtty #open ending #slightly based on magnus bride #and card captors sakura #AOA kitty Pryde #Rogue is fine #kurt darkholme #aoa nightcrawler

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 45

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary -Loki wakes after his rest to find that he is sleeping in an odd position, one he is not entirely pleased with.

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NOTES - We’re now entering week 4 of this. Can I get off this planet, please? Could fuckwits please stop going on holidays to the seaside places and risking us dealing with this shit for longer, I want my life back. Don’t be stupid my lovely followers. Don’t hoard food and toilet roll and don’t be silly.

Laufey went to Loki’s rooms in hoping to speak with him and Ella, who he knew was now residing there permanently. When he arrived, he was met with noises that informed him that his son and his mate were otherwise occupied, so he left them to their actions, smiling proudly at the revelation that had taken place in the throne room but also in the knowledge that Loki and Ella were developing a relationship however unconventional it was by Jotnar standards.

Ella watched Loki rest. His exhaustion from the war was still blatant but at the same time, she knew that he had been tired by their actions. The entire time they coupled again, he had more gusto than she could recall him having before. Their one during the night had been languid enough even with the length of time since their last doing so on the grounds of Loki being tired but the second time had been more animated, Loki’s focus being very much on her stomach and breasts, having taken her dress and torn it in their toying around before the act itself. She laughed slightly to herself at his finding her pregnant form so attractive. It was odd to think his focus was on their child growing within her.

She thought of the accusations made in the throneroom and her sheer relief that Loki had the good sense and logic to know that she was honest in her words and had believed she had not done something so despicable in his absence. She wondered to herself why the female Jotnar had decided to attempt to sow discord between herself and Loki. It was clear Loki had toyed with her in the past, she could see that recognition in his face herself but so too could she see that he could not even recall the Jotnar’s name.

It was peculiar dealing with something so personal in such a public manner. She felt it was wrong making her private manners a court issue but she needed to settle everything as swiftly and as effectively as possible so it did that if nothing more, it put an end to the petty gossip mongering she loathed so greatly in court, be it in Jotunheim or indeed back in Asgard.

As Loki rested by her side, his head managing to come to her shoulder as it had before, she found herself toying with his hair slightly as he slept. Though she was no longer tired herself and her back was not overly appreciative of her lying in that position due to the greater weight to her abdominal area at present, she let him rest, knowing he needed it, his hand protectively over her stomach as he did so.

She was relieved that he was pleased with her being with child, his words about protecting a daughter from the life she had was reassuring also. She did feel she had been fortunate after the initial issues they had, her marriage was pleasant enough. She loathed when Loki was away, feeling lonely and uncomfortable with him not there as well as genuinely fearing for his safety. She knew the pressure of war, her brother and father had fought many and returned weary from them. She had watched as they spent time decompressing after such events in their own preferred ways, Odin would spend time reading and speak with his beloved Frigga. Thor liked to drink and be merry with his friends, the only issue being that that had a tendency to result in further issues due to their drinking becoming rambunctious. She wondered how Loki would need to settle himself once more. She had spoken to her mother via their seidr on the matter. How she could assist him in returning to normality. She had not told Frigga that she was childbearing. Loki deserved to know first. Even telling one being risked him told by another. It was something she wished to tell him. His anger at not being told earlier was somewhat startling. Ella had been convinced that men were uninterested in the most of the process as for many months, even more so in Jotunheim, there was nothing to do but simply wait for the arrival of the child. Jotunns had pregnancies that lasted years, surely knowing the dam was pregnant so early and with the risk of miscarriage quite possible, would only cause sires to be bored of it all, well, that had been what she had thought, Loki showed her it was to the contrary. But she did not regret waiting to tell him when he would have been worried on the battlefield. Now they only had mere months to wait for the birth of their child. Looking at her mate resting beside her, Ella toyed with his hair as he did so, noting it was far longer than when he had left and allowed him to sleep as she remained still.

When finally Loki did awake once more, he seemed somewhat confused as to where he was. “Ella?”

“Right here.” Her voice was soothing and caring.

“Where am I?” His voice was laced with confusion.

“You’re at home, we’re home. Safe and healthy.” She soothed.

He looked around in fear before he looked at his hand on her stomach. “I…” He inhaled deeply.

“It’s alright, you’re home to us, all three of us are safe, your brothers are safe.”

Loki looked at Ella, seeing her blue eyes filled with concern for him and reassurance, his breathing began to settle slightly, though his nostrils still flared as his mind panicked. “The…” His fingers twitched slightly on her stomach, telling her what he was thinking.

“Your son is perfectly fine. He is sleeping at the moment, using all of his energy to grow and be worthy of the name Lokison.”

“We don’t do that here, the calling of children by the father’s name, not officially.” Loki embraced the ability to speak of a matter that ignored his previous fright. He lay back once more, noticing his pillow was cold and not showing signs of him being on it previously. “Where did I sleep?”

“On my shoulder.”

“What? But…”

“You have rested there for a considerable time and on a number of occasions, how it is only a concern now I do not know?”

“I...really?” Loki looked at her to see if she had a jestful look on her face or if she was being as honest as ever but her face told him it was true. “I apologise.”

“Why, it’s fine. I am only happy that I can assist you in resting well while I also do so.”

“It assists you?”

“Yes, especially since I began carrying our son. Before you left but also since your return last night. I think it soothes the baby in some manner.”

Loki could not help feeling a sense of pride at his child recognised him in some way but he focused instead on the manner in which he had woken.

“Why does it bother you that you fell asleep on my shoulder?” Ella could see the turmoil in his features.

“It’s not how males…”

“Is this like the sleeping on the certain side of the bed thing again?” She asked, her tone entirely dismissive. “I am not sure what males think on different realms as to what defines a male but you are all insane, I hope you know that.” Loki’s indignation at her comment became obvious. “No, really. You deem yourself to be failing as a male for finding comfort in your mate. That is insulting to both of us.” She rose to a seated position and readied to leave the bed. “To yourself for thinking you are only worthy of holding some title in some way deeming you worthy of the title of masculinity if you have your mate on your shoulder and to me implying I am one not worthy of being able to comfort you.” She rose to her feet and went into the bathing room, locking the door behind her in the process, very much telling Loki she would not even consider any further discussion on the matter.

Loki sighed at the situation he now found himself in. His ego hurt slightly due to the manner he woke and hearing it was not an uncommon manner for him to sleep but also by Ella’s words. He could easily dismiss it as her hormones from carrying the child but there was truth to them and he knew it. She remained honest with him at all times, she held onto the honesty as there had been so little else or so long in their time as mates. She called herself his mate but his dismissal of seeking comfort in her spat on her belief of such and he knew it. He rose to his feet and looked at the door. Part of him wanted to right the wrong but he also was sure that Ella would not be willing to listen at present, so with one last look at it, he turned and left the room, knowing his father had come earlier in the evening by the slight ice symbol left on the table in the front of their quarters but also knowing that Ella would most likely be willing to leave the bathing area and in turn raise the possibility of seeing her later in the evening to apologise for offending her. He thought to get her something as an apology also, knowing it would, at the very least, not hurt his chances of having her speak to him within the next week.

When he got to his father’s quarters, he pondered why his father had sought to speak with him. He knocked on the door of his father’s rooms and awaited a response. When Laufey’s voice gave him permission to enter, he did so immediately. “Father?”

Laufey gave his son a knowing smile. “My son, I did not pry you from more interesting matters, have I?”

Loki groaned slightly. “Do not tell me you came to my rooms when…” The grin on his father’s face told him otherwise. “I apologise, Father.”

Laufey chuckled and waved his hand in dismissal. “Come now, there is no need for such apologies. Not with something so joyous to celebrate. A child, and so soon. She hid that in your absence. Looking back now, her clothes, already too secretive in their shape, make a lot of sense. To see how things have moved forward between you both, it gives me such relief and joy for you, my son.”

Loki felt his throat tighten at his father’s words considering Ella had just snapped at him at his lack of mately behaviour. “I…”

“And for you to stand up for you both in such a manner in the hall, how she stood up for your house, our family, who could have thought Odin Allfather would have such an honourable offspring, she is, without doubt, an asset to our realm in every manner. I knew, I knew speaking to her back when she arrived, when she spoke with such respect for Jotunheim, I knew she would be one to bring something more to our realm, little did I know...I underestimated her so greatly. I underestimated both of you. When I saw how you treated her when she first arrived, I thought that at best, indifference would be the most we could hope for between you, but to be so close, to choose to mate even after it is revealed she is carrying child, the respect she refers to you with and the manner you looked at her in the throne room, I could not have asked for more.”

Loki felt himself feel worse at his father’s comments. “Is everything alright, Father. I know we have not spoken since my return, but…”

“No, we will speak more when you are rested some more. I can see you are still tired and weary. No, it is an important matter that I will speak with you on in the near future but it is not too urgent.”

“And what matter is this?” Loki asked worriedly.

“Your coronation, as King of Jotunheim.”

#pride and prejudice #chapter 45 #loki fic #wolfpawn

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