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aemonds-little-belle · 1 year

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FEELINGS SOLD SEPARATLY

CHAPTER ELEVEN (THE EYLA THEORY)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

NOTES - I missed Eyla so much that I gave her an entire chapter, she's the real MVP though. (Also the dom/sub subplot just got a whole lot more main story <3

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

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“Y/n!” Eyla yelled, already at the counter, wiping it down before the shop opened. “Hurry up!”

“We aren’t even open yet!” Y/n chuckled, placing her things in her locker before putting the fake, and unlockable, lock onto it.

“I know.” She laughed back. “But I’m dying to know how your weekend went with Mr. Fancy Pants!” Her eyes were pleading, a fake pout on her lips.

“Eyla I don’t even know where to begin.” Y/n pouted back. “After work on Friday he took me to a small Breakfast diner for dinner, and we talked about what the arrangement would look like.” Y/n put on her apron and began turning the coffee machines on, ensuring each was working fine as Eyla stood leaned against the counter, completely engaged in the conversation. “And then he wouldn’t let me take the bus home! And now I can’t take the bus at all.”

“He’s making you walk home? If that asshole wants you to do cardio or something you …”

“No!” Y/n cut her off. “He’s paying for cabs, he doesn’t like me walking home, especially now when it gets dark before we get off.” She explained, looking to Eyla who was nodding her head. “Um, on saturday we went shopping.”

“Oh I love shopping!” Eyla sang.

“I know.” Y/n laughed.

“What did he get you? Anything expensive?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Um, he got me these new shoes.” Y/n did a little dance move to show her new all black sneakers off, getting a few ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ back from Eyla. “And then enough jeans and T-shirts to last me years. Plus he bought me a dress, or is buying me, I don’t know, I don’t even know what it looks like.” Y/n began rambling. “It’s for Wednesday, for this work event that he has.”

“You’re getting a fancy dress for a fancy party and you don’t seem excited, what could possibly be wrong?” Eyla raised an eyebrow at Y/n.

“Nothing’s wrong!” Y/n defended herself. “I just, it’s a custom dress, and that’s a lot of money, so I’m just worried about it.”

“A custom dress? He’s head over heels for you!” Eyla exclaimed, bouncing on her heels slightly.

“Maybe.” Y/n’s face heated up at the idea, could Aemond really like her? Or were they just a little flirty because of their arrangement? “He’s given me some inkling he might like me, but I really don’t know, what if that’s just regular Sugar da… behavior.”

“Lay these inklings on me.” Eyla leaned against the counter, her arms crossed, eyes to the floor, clearly ready to contemplate something big.

“Um, well we held hands on saturday.”

“Mhm, mhm.” Eyla’s eyes squinted slightly.

“Um, when we were shopping there was this girl from his past, she listed all of these places Aemond took his past sugar babies and specific gifts he bought all of them. But he never took me to a fancy restaurant, he took me to his favorite diner, and hasn’t given me a stupid gold bracelet, or I don’t know! But that’s gotta count for something right?” Y/n was begging at this point, hoping maybe, just maybe Aemond could actually like her.

“So he’s taking you places he would take his girlfriend, not his sugar baby?” Eyla asked, crossing her legs now too.

“I guess.” Y/n sighed, Eyla nodding. “He also almost beat up my landlord because he turned my power off.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders as if what she had said was nothing.

“Almost?” Eyla scoffed. “He should have actually beat him up, gods know the man deserves it.”

“That’s what Miss Falker said.” Y/n chuckled. “I would let Miss Falker guide me through life if I could, the woman is always right, so wise.” Eyla joked.

“She also can’t see and has no idea Aemond is a real Targaryen.” Y/n chuckled as she walked to the front of the shop, unlocking the door and turning the closed sign to open.

“Miss Falker, the true Queen of Flea Bottom.”

“Anyways.” Y/n started up again. “Maybe I could look past those things, but yesterday …”

“Large coffee, two sugars and a cream please.” A man interrupted them, his eyes glued to his phone, Eyla rolling her eyes as she began the man's drink, Y/n ringing the man up.

“But yesterday?” Eyla asked, placing the lid on the man's cup.

“Yesterday we made rules, like sugar baby rules, for me to follow.”

“Ohh, kinky!” Eyla cheered, the man totally unbothered as he walked out.

“No!” Y/n shook her head. “They aren’t like that at all, but we made them together, and I had no idea what I was doing.”

“Well obviously, Y/n you don’t even look like a remotely kinky girl …”

“I will not share the tips I make while you’re on break if you keep this up.” Y/n threatened, though it was completely a lie and Eyla knew it, but she raised her hands up innocently anyways. “I asked what his rules for his other sugar babies were, as like a reference that I could work off of.”

“Makes sense.” Eyla said, retying her apron for the fourth time this morning, as if she didn’t just put it on.

“Well he said no, and refused to show them to me, so I think he’s not even trying to treat me like past sugar babies.”

“What were some of your rules? Any unusually caring ones?”

“Not really.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Again, I don’t know how these things work, but he said the rules were meant to help me break bad habits, and guide me.” Y/n paused to help a customer before turning to Eyla again. “Which makes sense, he wants me to rely on him, let him help me in any way he can, which is how I’m different from the past girls.” Y/n rambled. “They just wanted someone with money to buy them pretty things, but with me he spends his money improving my life for the better.”

“This makes so much more sense.” Eyla nodded her head as she poured coffee into a cup, stirring in some sugar as she looked Y/n up and down. “He's a dominant.”

“A what?”

“You know?” Eyla asked, Y/n just staring back at her confused. “Oh my god! I thought you said you read books?”

“I do!”

“Clearly not the same kind I read.” Eyla chuckled. “A dominant is someone who you know, wants to dominate someone in bed, tell them what to do, when to do it, how to do it, etcetera.”

“But me and Aemond aren’t in bed.” Y/n tilted her head to the side slightly.

“No, but he does seem to tell you what to do in real life, like how he wants you to take a cab and not ride the bus, that’s him dominating your situation and changing things to make it better for you.” Eyla explained as if they weren't helping at least ten customers who were just standing around them, easily in earshot.

“So if he is … What you say he is, what does that make me?” Y/n asked worriedly, hoping the answer wasn’t something horrible.

“A submissive!” Eyla explained, completely enjoying the little teaching lesson she was giving. “You submit your control to him, let him make the decisions.” Eyla began a new pot of coffee, retying her apron again, something Y/n definitely thought was an anxious habit. “Submissives also want to please the dominant, and often if the submissive does well at following the rules there’s a reward.”

“And a punishment if they don’t” Y/n whispered, things clicking in her head.

“Yep, though I don’t think Aemond would spank you too hard.” Eyla winked.

“Wouldn’t what?!?” Y/n’s eyes were wide as saucers, Eyla just cackling in the corner as she poured more coffee.

“I don’t know what a non sexual dominant would do, but I’m sure there’s something.” Eyla laughed. “Maybe he’ll make you shine his shoes!”

“No. He’d take money off of a charity fund if I broke a rule.”

“Are you telling me he already has a punishment plan?” Eyla was now the one with eyes wide as saucers, her eyebrows raised as her mouth hung open.

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded her head.

“Has he ever given you a talking to? With a teachery voice, like hes grading your paper and you did terribly.” Y/n just looked at Eyla with shock, thinking ‘how did you know about that?’ “You are living my dream life, I swear.”

“Well, what if he is a dominant? What do I do then?” Y/n’s demeanor changed, worry filling her mind.

“Do you like the rules?” Y/n nodded her head. “Do you like following them?”

“Well yeah, he said he would be disappointed if I didn’t and I want …”

“To please him?”

“Yes.” Y/n turned her back to Eyla, thinking over all of the information that had been cast onto her suddenly.

“Then I think you and Aemond might be a perfect match. He wants someone who will let him have control, let him make decisions he sees fit when it comes to improving their life.” Y/n nodded along. “And you seem to want that, but I can’t tell you if you’re a submissive or not, or if this will all work out in the end.”

“Then how do I find out if I am one or not?”

“The internet, the shop has wifi, when you go on break you should totally do a test or something.”

“Okay, sure.” Y/n nodded her head, ringing in another customer. “What if he isn’t even a dominant and I’m doing all of this for nothing?”

“He gave you rules and a punishment, Y/n.” Eyla deadpanned. “He’s a dominant.”

Y/n just nodded her head, fixing the straw holder before looking back to Eyla. “Wait, what kind of books do you read?”

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lavender-cassidy-iplier · 1 year

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So I um couldn't figure out how to flipping make the requests thing work so I just screenshotted it and tagged the person who requested it

Also happy new year ✨👏🎉🎊🔮 since this will be posted on Jan 3rd, hope you guys had a lovely new years eve 💗

Pairing(s): Marvin The Magnificent X Reader X Antisepticeye (Romantic)

- Requested by: @lostboysmate4ever (and I am so sorry for now just seeing this request it never gave me a notifications qwq) -

TW: love triangle? (I mean I don't think it's healthy xd) knifes (cause of Anti)

Contains: fluff and sweet stuff 💕

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"Y/N?" You were in the process of rubbing medicine on Marvin's fresh wounds that was on his face. He winces as you gently smoothed the medicine on his uncovered face. Without his cat mask on, he honestly still looked handsome even with the scars. You thought to yourself. "Yeah?" You eyed Marvin as he sighs "umm.. Thanks for um.. Putting medicine on my face. I would do it myself but it's kinda hard without a mirror"

Marvin said, you shake your head. "Why wouldn't I help you? Your someone I care about." You said finishing up covering Marvin's face with the medicine. "I am?" Marvin asked going to scratch his face which you grabbed his hand. "Hey no scratching your face Marv. You need to wait for the medicine to settle." You sternly told him like you were his mother. Marvin sighs, "the medicine is itchy to my skin" he complained. You giggle, "well it's supposed to help Marvin"

Marvin sighs as he fiddled with his hands to keep himself from itching his face. You hummed "Y/N!" Anti wraps his arms around your shoulders and neck area happily startling you and Marvin. "Ahh!" You cried out and looked at Anti, and scolded. "Anti!! Don't scare me like that!" Anti pouted and he sighs, "ughhh your not fun Y/NNN." He complained like a child. Marvin narrowed his eyes at Anti and also pouted. You wondered if he was jealous. I mean you started dating them a couple of months ago so that wouldn't be surprising.

Poly relationships or "love triangles" were difficult after all. But you managed to make it work. Anti and Marvin were like almost total opposites, Anti being a like a ball of chaotic energy (like a angry Chihuahua) and Marvin had an energy of a cat. A mix of a very tired cat and a grumpy one. They also necessarily didn't get along with each other alone when I wasn't with the duo. You don't know exactly what happened between them to have Marvin and Anti's relationship to be more sour than sweet but Marvin has mentioned a lot that he wasn't a doll for someone to control. Despite the concerning stuff, Anti was like an adorable gremlin.

He also kinda acted like a child but you kinda loved that about Anti. You love Marvin and Anti both equally ever since you dated them.

Marvin sighs "I'm going to clean the medicine off since it had enough time soaking in my beautiful skin" Marvin said before walking away in a sassy way, which made you giggle. "Ughh he's so dramatic" Anti complained. You looked at Anti and laughed "aw come on Anti, you need to get along with Marvin since we're all dating." Anti shakes his head groaning "I'm dating only you, not the stinky cat" Anti grumbled as you sighed and crosses your arms and pouted. "Ughhh fine I'll try."

Anti finally said and you smiled "good! Then we can do some baking all three of us together! That should be fun" you suggested which Anti's eyes sparkled with interest (like an anime character) "Ooh! What will we bake? Come on Y/N I wanna know!" Anti shakes you more excited than you thought he would be. "I thought you didn't like baking Anti" you teased as Anti pouted and crossed his arms

"Fine I can be patient." He said sticking his tongue at you which made you giggle and sigh as Marvin came back after getting the medicine off his face. "Hey Marvin, you wanna bake with me and Anti?" You said as he thought about it for a second and nodded "I don't mind, I like spending time with you," Marvin said with a smile. You, Marvin and Anti head into the kitchen, flicking the lights on you looked around and started grabbing baking supplies "umm what are we making?" Marvin questioned placing his head on your shoulder. "Sugar cookies! I've been wanting to try this recipe I found on the internet"

Marvin hums "sounds yummy. We should also get some milk cause cookies and milk together are delicious!" You grinned and agreed. "Ppfft! Yeah, cookies wouldn't be good without milk, just dry but tasty. Milk does make cookies better!" Anti hops on the counter and sat down crossing his legs. "I wanna help too guys" he said with a pout, Marvin sighs loudly "we haven't forgotten about you, Anti you won't let us." Marvin said as you washed your hands you insisted

"You can help Anti you just gotta wash your grubby hands" as you said that Anti looked at his hands confused and denied. "But my hands ain't that grubby or bloody for that matter" you eyed him up and down before snickering "good joke, Anti." Anti tilted his head looking at Marvin and you before shrugging and going over to wash his hands too. You kinda just brushed off the fact Anti mentioned that cause he always was a prankster so you thought he was just joking. Anti dried his hands off wiping them on his pants carelessly.

You pulled up the recipe you found on your phone and placed it on the counter, "okay so Marvin why don't you get the dry ingredients and Anti you get the wet ingredients" you looked at Anti as he snickered, before going to get the wet ingredients necessary for the cookies. Marvin turns into a cat and hopped onto the counter since he kinda was too short to grab the flour from the top shelf in the cabinet. You decided to set up the cookie tray so when you mixed up the ingredients and put it on the cookie tray it'll be already ready.

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You, Marvin and Anti were waiting for the cookies to bake after you placed the sugar cookie dough in the oven. Anti was impatient though as he was sitting next to the oven watching the dough. Not surprising though, he was a guy that was impatient even if he tried to be patient. Marvin was different cause he was much more patient though so it like a mirror between Anti's and Marvin's personalities and habits. You glanced at the timer on the oven, it was 3 more minutes. "Three more minutes Anti," you reminded him, Anti looks at you and nods.

"I'll get the milk" Marvin said before he goes to grab some cups and the milk, you smile and followed him to help. Anti stayed by the oven to watch them to make sure they didn't burn. Marvin grabs three cups awhile you grabbed the milk. The oven dinged showing that the sugar cookies were done so you told Anti, "Make sure to wear those oven mittens I don't want you to get burned!" Anti looks through the drawers and grabbed the mittens, before opening the oven taking out the delicious, hot looking cookies and setted them on top on the stove closing the oven. Lastly then he turned off the oven and said, "Got them out." Marvin nods as you poured the milk into the cups, "but don't touch them yet they're probably really hot." Marvin warned. Anti mocked Marvin, "I know that stinky cat I'm not stupid- OWWW!"

Anti whined loudly you and Marvin looked at him, he held onto his mouth cause he had placed a cookie in his mouth to try it and tried to take a bite but only burned his tongue. Marvin started to snicker and bursted into laughter, you rubbed your forehead and groaned "oh my god Antiiii!" You said before starting to laugh to along with Marvin, stepping over to Anti. Anti looks at you with a pout he hugs you, "stupid fucking cookie!" He cursed, "Well we told you it's burning not! Did you really think your mouth could handle the burning temperatures?" You asked, Anti nods

"Perhaps.." He answered, you sighed and patted Anti's head "and that's why we wait honey, let's just wait a little longer before we take a couple of them and sit down to eat them awhile drinking milk and watching a movie"

A couple more minutes passed before you poked the cookies yourself to see if they finally cooled down a bit. Luckily Anti's tongue was okay, you checked and it was a little red so you told him to go drink some water to make it feel better. When your finger poked the cookie it still felt warm but not hot where it burnt someone. "Okay now it's okay to go, wasn't so hard to wait for a little bit Anti" Anti rolled his eyes "it was the cookies fault" he replied as Marvin snickered. "Yeah, yeah let's just get some cookies and sit down"

So you guys grabbed a couple of cookies and a cup of milk before going into the living and cuddling up to each other and you putted a movie on for you guys to chill and eat.

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#marvinthemagnificent #marvinthemagnificentfanfiction #antisepticeyefanfiction #antisepticeye #xreader #oneshot

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sungbeam · 2 years

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XNONIE PRESENT (FINALLY) !!!

hi beam! college has been kicking my butt recently ☹️ idk how ppl do it but i'm dragging myself through the week right now LMAO

i don't see anything 😀 when i search up my asks 😀 so i unfortunately 😀 have a very vague 😀 idea of our last convo 😀

but i DO remember that you asked about dc!! i'm glad u asked b/c i'm actually trying to get into dc right now! i'm watching titans season 1 on hbo max, recently watched black adam, saw ww84, & saw the new batman movie a while ago! beast boy is kinda 😍💖💕💗💞 in titans HEHEHE- my favorite dc characters rn are him & starfire but i really wanna delve into the franchise more!! who are ur dc biases so far 🙏 (yes we'll be using kpop terminology for non-kpop fandoms from now on)

also i have NOT listened to 28 reasons by seulgi yet b/c of my schedule i feel like such a fake reveluv but i'm looking into that 😭 AND YES GIVE CRAVITY SOME LOVE ON PARTY ROCK <3 i'm taeyoung biased ever since i saw his tiktoks (all their tiktoks are iconic tbh they keep up w/ trends LOL)

HOW HAVE U BEEN BTW?? and are u excited for wakanda forever? i can't believe its coming so soon alreadyyyy 😟❗️

XNONIE !!! BFF !!! I'M SO SORRY FOR MY LATE REPLY I'VE JUST LACKED SO MUCH ENERGY TO EVEN REPLY TO ASKS THIS WEEK (´Д⊂ヽ but i was so excited to see u active and alive akcnekfnek idk how people do it either tbh :') like i felt that so hard when u said ur practically dragging urself thru the week like me too dude, me too 😔 LMAO SOMETHING IS UP W TUMBLR TAGS ��🗿🗿 as there always is tbh, but i went thru and found my latest response so i'll link it here BAHHAHA

AHHHH DC YESYES !!! i actually haven't watched the live action titans series yet :0 but i follow ryan potter on instagram so i've def seen some stuff for it !! he's so hot tho so true 😩😩😩 i kinda wish he was casted as nightwing/dick grayson cuz he would've made a really good one, but the current one i think fits as well :') ahh yes i actually am not the greatest fan of dc movies lmao just cuz their animated tv shows r just top notch and so much better imo but i did enjoy the first wonder woman and robert pattinson's the batman !! ooh my dc biases? it's prob the bat boys AHAHAHHA i'm writing an au inspired by them actually rn hehe so basically nightwing/dick grayson, red hood/jason todd, and red robin/tim drake, but i am also particularly fond of roy harper/speedy and robin/damian wayne @_@ they all make my mind go brrrr (wbu tho 👀👀)

AHHHHH WAKANDA FOREVER I HAVENT WATCHED IT YET I FEEL SO SAD ☹️☹️☹️ it's cuz college has also been kicking my ass and watching marvel movies is a thing my family does together and it's just not the same going to see it in theaters w anyone else :( so i've been holding back skcnekfn have u seen it tho :0 i'm also so very excited for quantumania !!! (ﾉ´∀｀*) IT LOOKS SO SO SO GOOD SKFNKENFKD I LOVE PAUL RUDD PLS GIVE THAT MAN AN OSCAR RN

okok i think i also was gonna bring up the fact that i wanted to write another mcu au for svt?? like ik we were talking abt the xmen au, but i was thinking abt making minghao scarlet witch and basically yn is like the one person who truly saw him and when he lost u, all hell broke loose (like in wandavision), and so it's like him recreating a life w u while his friends on the outside r trying to break him out of it before the stinky government folks do skcnwidn

#sungbeam strikes again #xnonie 💥

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babyurthendofjune · 3 years

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prompt: harry wakes up early on starbucks cup release days and surprises you by buying all the ones he thinks you’ll like. he’s usually able to escape the paps but this time they catch him and he ends up having to explain it in his next interview and gets all shy and can’t stop blushing.

a/n: hello all!! first I want to apologize for my 4 month long writing absence. life just has not been kind to me lately and unfortunately zapped a lot of my creativity energy, but I’m happy to have something done now! hopefully I can continue and keep a more consistent schedule for the remainder of this year!

immense thank you’s are owed to my kind friends @tobesolonely and @meetmymouth for the encouragement to find my creative spark for writing again and for being amazing betas! and to @taintedwonder for the lovely idea! @theharriediaries was so sweet to beta for me as well!!

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writing tag | masterlist | tiktok inspo

Harry was usually smarter than this. He had a schedule, a plan, a way to get in and out pretty quickly without being seen.

But today, he’d lingered too long at the mugs, curious if you’d want one of those as well. Your go-to was iced coffee, even year round in the winter you would prefer something cold over anything warm. He was thinking though, of the nights you were stressed and wanted a cup of soothing tea before bed, or those slower mornings where you don’t have to rush and a mug of coffee fits nicely in your hand while he admires you from across the kitchen table.

By the time he’s decided that yes, you do need this mug with the pastel rainbow print to add to your collection, along with a few of the other cups he thinks you’ll adore and a fresh bag of your favorite flavor of coffee, there’s already a small crowd of people forming in the lobby of the coffee shop and he hopes that he can get through them without being recognized as usual; prays that it’s only the regulars filing in for an early morning fix of caffeine before they rush off to start their day.

The barista thankfully is quick, skillfully giving him his total before rushing off to make the drinks he ordered for the two of you as well. He sees the way her eyes keep darting to him though, knows after years of experience that she knows who he is and is trying to work up the courage to say something to him or ask for a photo. He almost considers offering, she’s been so nice not to draw any attention to him, maybe something discreet could be pulled off.

In the end he chooses not to, not wanting to assume that’s why she keeps looking over at him. It could be that he still has the hood of his sweatshirt tucked over his beanie or the fact that he’s now walking out of the shop with a small handful of the brown shopping bags with the familiar green logo imprinted on the front.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he makes it back to his car without anyone stopping him. He’s so distracted by securing the bags in the backseat he fails to hear the small clicks of the camera not too far away.

There’s a small comfort in the quietness of your shared apartment when he returns. While he loves coming home to the sound of you dancing around the kitchen making breakfast, his favorite is getting to wake you up himself. There’s a sweet softness in the way the side of your face rests against your pillow, mouth parted slightly and a gentle snore vibrating through your chest. It never fails to make him smile. He cherished the way you inhale faintly, stretching your limbs before blinking a few times, adjusting to the new day you’re waking up to. If he was there, already awake, your eyes always found him before anything else.

This morning is no different, except for the confusion on your face when you find him sitting on the edge of the bed instead of snuggled next to you.

“You’re up to something, I can tell.” You’re propped up enough now to accept the coffee he’s holding out for you. You take a few small sips, sighing and letting your head fall back against the headboard as you savor the taste.

“M’that easy to read, huh?” He chuckles, his hand on your thigh now, warming your skin even through the blanket, “Well..would you like your surprise here or will you be joining me in the kitchen while I make you breakfast?”

“Oh I get a surprise and breakfast today? What’s the occasion? Little early for my birthday, H.”

“Don’t need an occasion to spoil my girl, do I?”

“I guess not.”

You shrug, trying not to let the guilt bubble up enough to where it flashes across your face. One of his loudest love languages had always been gift giving, a quality about him you thought was wonderful, but still had a hard time accepting. You had to be careful about mentioning things you may want around Harry, he would use any excuse to treat you.

He’s rambling off his reasoning already as he leads you into the kitchen and settles you in one of the tall chairs next to the counter. He always ends his explanation with “I know you told me not to, but…” followed up by what you’re sure to him sounds like a very logical justification for why you need/deserve whatever he was gifting you. There’s nothing out of the ordinary of your regular kitchen set up this morning though, so you do what you normally do when he announces a surprise for you; let him take the lead, not wanting to take away from his excitement.

“So..surprise or breakfast first?” He stands on the other side of the counter now, his hoodie and beanie discarded, wearing a t-shirt you were sure you bought for yourself but he seems to have laid claim to.

“Breakfast, please. If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course not. Any requests, baby?”

Your heart flutters for a moment, just as it does each time he uses that particular term of affection for you. He’s already opened the refrigerator, scanning over options for what he could make for the two of you. You recover long enough to tell him no, that whatever he wants to make would be fine, sitting back and enjoying the view as he cracks a few eggs into a bowl.

You don’t even notice that you’re staring until he turns and catches your eye, “What? Did I get a shell in the eggs or something?”

You giggle as he even picks up the clear bowl of eggs that he’s already scrambled and seasoned, even going so far as to swirl his finger through the liquid to double check before you can stop him.

“No, it’s just..I can’t get over the fact that you’re making breakfast for me while wearing my t-shirt.”

“S’it yours?” He glances down at it, “Thought it was mine, sorry..”

There’s a smirk on his face as he turns back to the stove, and you know just by seeing that he knows you don’t mind; you love seeing him in your clothes as much as he adores seeing you in his.

It’s not long before he’s presenting you with a plate, sitting next to you with his own plate in front of him. When you don’t immediately dig in, he leans over to inspect the food, worried that maybe he’d overdone the eggs or your toast was slightly more brown than you liked.

So when you say, “You’ve forgotten something very important, haven’t you?” he panics, thinking maybe he should’ve taken the time to include fruit to balance the meal. You take pity on him, not making him wait too long before you lean in and he instantly softens, realizing what you’re asking for.

He meets you the rest of the way, lips soft against yours, the taste of the coffee you’ve both had lingering for a moment before he pulls away, “Very important. How could I ever have forgotten?”

When you’ve both finished eating, he downs the last of his coffee and stacks your now empty plates to take to the sink, pecking your forehead with another quick kiss, “Alright, close your eyes. Count to 20.”

You begin to count off in your head, and you hear his voice, a bit further away, “Out loud, angel.”

There’s a rustling of bags getting closer as you count, and you can even hear a few clinks as they come closer. You can feel him moving around you, positioning things perfectly for when you open your eyes.

He’s still behind you when you finish counting, hands squeezing your shoulders to urge you to open your eyes. When you do, you immediately recognize the bags and know exactly what he’s done.

“Oh no. Absolutely not. This is too much, Harry. I let you spoil me with little things here and there, but I cannot accept this.”

Sitting in front of you are..you stop to count them now; 1, 2, 3, 4..6 bags from Starbucks. You know from experience that each one of them contains 2 cups or mugs. You’re sure at least one of them also includes your favorite roast of coffee. He had done this before around Christmas time, when you’d mentioned how adorable a few of the ones from the holiday collection had been, not thinking that he would go back later without you and buy all the ones you’d touched or admired.

He ignores your refusal, “You can take back any you don’t like. Go on,” He peeks inside one of the bags closest to him and then pushes it closer to you, “Start with this one.”

“Harry, really..”

“Don’t think, just open. If you really won’t accept any of them then I’ll take ‘em back and buy you something from somewhere else.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You try your best to look serious, but you can’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, “Thank you, H.”

You finally go through most of the bags, offering oohs and ahhs and even a few squeals of joy at certain ones.

“I think I got all the ones you’d pick for yourself. Saw you eyeing one or two the other day and the others I just guessed.”

He had done very well in choosing for you, even going so far as to get the two of you a matching pair of the kind that changed colors with the temperature.

“For our smoothies.” He explains when you give him a particularly soft look at the idea of matching with him.

“Also got us a matching set of these,” He skips to the last bag, too eager to wait for you to open it yourself, revealing the mug he’d taken the extra time to select, “For our Sunday morning tea. Or if you change your mind and ever want a hot coffee.”

All you can do is repeat the same expression of gratitude as before you had opened them, “Thank you again, H. I love them all, really. No more though, alright? We’re running out of cabinet space. Did you go to our regular spot or a different one so you wouldn’t be recognized?”

“Different one. Can’t believe I wasn’t spotted though. Must’ve been too early for the paps to be out and about.”

“Or maybe you aren’t as interesting as you think you are, babe. Harry Styles coming out of a Starbucks is old news now.”

His eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, “Oh is it now?”

“Mhmm. You’re just plain boring now, H.” You shrug, peeling at the price tag on the bottom of one of the cups, avoiding his gaze; knowing if you look at him you’ll break into a fit of laughter.

He’s impossibly calm, just like he is before any interview he does.

You sit across the room from where he’s currently getting his hair done. The stylist was nervous, understandably so, her hands unsure at first. It only takes a few moments of being near Harry; working his quiet, delicate magic of putting anyone he’s near at ease. By the time his hair is finished he’s pulled a few laughs from her and she leaves the room with a big beaming smile and a wave to the both of you.

Now that you’re alone again, he beckons you closer and tugs you down to sit in his lap, despite your protests of the possibility of wrinkling his incredibly expensive suit.

“Don’t care,” He leans up to press a kiss to your neck, keeping his face tucked there in your warmth, “Just want you close for a moment.”

Normally you would run your fingers through his hair, but you don’t dare do that now, hand drifting to the side of his face instead, “Not nervous are you, H?”

He lets you gently push him back enough to see his face again, “Never. Just happy to have you here with me, that’s all.”

It’s not until he’s in front of the audience, presented with the evidence of just a few days before, displayed on a screen for all to see. He had been caught, despite his confidence of getting away. He falters for only a beat, head down in hopes to hide the blush spreading high along his cheeks. He finds you in the crowd, sending a bright smile your way before he shrugs, turning his attention back to the host.

“What can I say? My sunshine likes her coffee.”

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legendarywizarddetective · 3 years

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On Set - Chapter 1

Soooo.... after all these lovely comments of you, here is Part 1 of my story for you. I hope you like it. A special thanks again to @nashibirne who always supports me no matter what and kicks my butt if I struggle with writing...Love you hunnybunny <3

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader (f)

Summary: You start your work as Henrys new PA and things turn out completely diffrent than you thought...

Word count: 1309

Warnings: rpf, implied smut, insecurity

Please note also that english is not my mother tongue and that the story is not beta read, so all the mistakes are mine.

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Chapter one: Never in a million years I would have thought that I would be Henry Cavill's personal assistant but now here we are. After the short greeting in Lauren's trailer we headed to Henry's to sort out what my tasks would be. It was just half an hour that I was officially his PA now and I already was nearly breaking down. This man could definitely not be human, his broad back and his muscular body... his curls and his ridiculously handsome face and the worst of all, his ocean blue eyes that stared right into my soul every time he looked at me... Well yes Henry Cavill was certainly the lead role in all my thirsty fantasies and to be honest not just once in my mind while I pleasured myself late at night. And now I felt like a boneless puddle just because of his sole presence in the same room. I wasn’t sure how I should manage to be the professional assistant Lauren had promised him. Well there was just one solution to this problem. I had to face reality... He was way out of my league. ah what did I think...way out of my universe, there wouldn’t ever be the possibility that he would see me as a woman and not just as his employee. I didn’t need to trick me and think that there would be the tiniest chance... I mean come on, we all knew his ex-girlfriends, one prettier than the other, all super sexy, super fit and super gorgeous, nothing ordinary and average like me. That’s it Y/N just face the truth and be happy about the job. "Earth to Y/N" Henry pulled me out of my thoughts as I stood awkwardly and lost in the middle of his trailer. "Oh, sorry what did you say?" I mumbled slightly embarrassed by my lack of attention. "I just asked if we want to sit down and talk about our arrangement" he smiled at me. "Oh of course". I simply replied and followed him to the small couch in the Living room. We sat down on opposite sites and looked at each other, our knees touching because of the lack of space but Henry didn’t even realize. For me on the other hand, just that tiny bit of bodily contact made me tingle with excitement. His soul reading blue eyes stared at me and I swore I saw a light grin on his face as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I shook my head and looked down on my lap "Well OK Henry please tell me what you expect from me as your personal assistant." I looked at him again Be professional, be professional. I thought to myself while his smile never disappeared and he obviously was confident enough to hold eye contact the whole time, I mean why wouldn’t he, HE was definitely not distracted by pure beauty like I was. "OK there are several things that you as my personal assistant need to do, I mean obviously you did a lot of these things for Lauren too but it wouldn’t hurt to repeat them doesn’t it darling?" his smirk grew bigger with each of his words "Of course not Mr. Cavill... I mean Henry" Oh gosh he was so fucking intimidating and some kind of demanding, but I wouldn’t mind at all if he would have pounded my chores deep inside me, right here on the carpet in front of the couch now. Fuck fuck fuck stay professional. The heat started already to grew up in my spine but I tried to remained focused and to not look down in embarrassment again. "The most important thing is that everything I tell you stays between you and me, I mean obviously you signed an NDA anyway but I want to have a trustworthy relationship with you. because you will get to know a lot of personal things during our time together." His words were strict but his smile was bright and warm. "That’s absolutely clear Henry I would never talk about the things you trust me with to anyone... I bet you already made enough bad experiences with that" I rumbled but then it stroke me "Oh sorry that was a bit too forward maybe" I scolded myself for letting my words go so far but I knew enough about him and his past to know, that his privacy was very important to him. "That wasn’t too forward... That’s exactly why I told you that. I really want to trust you and I want you to trust me as well. Yes, I had some people around me before that abused my trust

and I will not let that happen ever again" as he said that his smile faltered and for the first time in our conversation I saw the real Henry, the one that was just a human being with emotions and doubts, not Henry Cavill the actor. But he composed himself very quickly. "Your main task is to watch my schedule and remind me of meetings and appointments I have. Here on set you will get my timeline from Lauren and I already have a complete schedule for the next two weeks with appointments like interviews and training sessions that I need to attend in addition to filming. You have to watch the clock so that I don’t mix anything up, but I don’t think that this will be a problem for you. Lauren said that you are a fantastic organizer." He gave me the most reassuring smile and I blushed instantly which didn’t go unnoticed to Henry. "Ah and there is one more thing I’d like to ask you right before we start... because our schedule is very packed I thought it would be the best, if you could skip your drives in the morning and evening and therefore move in with me into my rental house at Berkshire." He beamed at me. "I am sorry what?" I couldn’t believe my ears. Did Henry really ask me if I wanted to share a house with him...heaven help that could not be real. "Yeah well it´s just effective isn’t it?" He scratched his head and seemed to be somewhat unsure of himself for a moment. "But you don’t need to if you are not comfortable with it" he tried to ease up the situation, certainly not used to female hesitance. "No no its OK. It’s totally fine for me and I bet that your house has a guest room and we don’t need to share a bed." I tried to answer as cockily as possible. "Well this darling, depends totally on you" Henry grinned at me with a smug smile. OK now ladies and gentleman I am dead. Was that a serious invitation for a hook up?I sat there speechless, bright red and left with an open mouth. "No worries princess I am just kidding" he winked at me ahh ooh OK it would have been too good to be true anyway.. but wait did he just called me princess? "Of course, I have a guest room. If you want to, we can head over to your apartment and catch your belongings now" with that he stood up and held out his hand to me. As I took it and he helped me to stand up, some sort of electricity stroke me. Henry pulled me towards him and now just a few inches separated us as he looked down to me, right into my eyes with that earth-shattering stare of his bright eyes. Henry leaned down to my ear and whispered " And princess just one more thing...I am sure in no time you will beg me to let me sleep you in my bed" Oh holy mother...what the fuck was going on here....

Tbc

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yannadere · 3 years

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Songbird Soliloquy

daryl dixon x afab!reader who's a musician

summary: y/n is an underground alt musician who uses their music to lure hordes away from the group.

tags: mild songfic, musician!reader, jealousy, pining, cuddles, fluff, injuries, hurt/comfort

((based off of jazmin beans's worldwide torture))

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you sit patiently, tuning your guitar and giving it an experimental strum. the sound of your loud instrument alarms most people in the camp, and you smile sheepishly, turning down the built in amp. "y/n-." shane starts, but you cut him off. "relax, it's fine. it was barely loud compared to how loud this baby can get." you grin, continuing your tuning. "okay, just please don't alert every walker for miles to our location." he sighs, and you roll your eyes. "dude, relax. it was barely a strum." you giggle, noticing carl's curious gaze.

"hey, little man. wanna learn one day?" you ask with a smile, and he looks up at lori. "maybe when we're somewhere safer." she nods, smiling. "cool!" carl bounces slightly, clearly excited. "alright, the plan is to move out of atlanta..." rick states, and you nod as the group starts listening. "we're heading to fort benning, georgia. should be safer." rick informs, and the group seem to agree.

"alright, we're heading out asap." rick nods, walking away, lori following. daryl huffs, slumping down onto a chair next to you. "you ever gonna ditch that thing?" he asks, and you shake your head. "never. she's my baby." you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. daryl rolls his eyes and carl beams. "can you play something?" he asks, eyes staring at your guitar. "ahh- i don't think that would be smart..." lori butts in but you give carl a few chords to keep him happy. "not too loud." shane scolds, and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, we've gotta move." rick sighs, closing a car door. "alright. let's go."

the rv comes to a wheezing stop, and you open the door to step out, observing the broken down vehicle next to you. daryl's motorbike passes you and you grin at him as he glances at you. everyone gets out, observing the engine with disappointment. glenn chews his nails anxiously, and you nudge him as you approach him. "relax, dale can fix it." you grin, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "i don't know... it's more duct tape than hose... and i'm out of duct tape." dale huffs, shrugging before crossing his arms in thought.

"surely we could scavenge from these cars..?" you suggest, gesturing to the mass of dead cars down the road. "we can get supplies too..!" glenn nods, but lori doesn't seem happy. "this is a graveyard..." she points out, and you sigh. "lori, we need the stuff in this graveyard to survive." you say, walking away to gather some items. daryl follows you, seemingly agreeing to your statement.

you open a car door, peering inside. "ooh! jackpot!" a toothy grin covers your face as you pull out an unopened bottle of whiskey. daryl smirks at the sight, popping the trunk to check for anything useful. you shrug your backpack off to put the whiskey away when a noise catches your attention. a walker gurgles, trying to crawl towards you. you roll your eyes, grumbling about the 'ankle biter' before stomping on it's head with your heavy platform boots.

"they do some good damage?" daryl passes by you, moving on to another car near where t-dog was scavenging gas. "of course they do. i'm the one wearing them." you reply cheekily, adjusting your guitar strap idly. daryl huffs out a laugh, already searching through another car. "don't blow your ego up." he teases, and you chuckle, bumping him when you pass. another zombie catches your gaze in the distance, sluggishly trudging between cars. rick seems to spot it too, aiming but freezing as more seem to pop up. "daryl, look at this shit." you hiss, grabbing his vest roughly to point him in the direction of the approaching horde.

"holy shit..." daryl moves on quickly, going to pull you with him. "hold on, i can lead them away." you say, grabbing your guitar strap. "are you crazy?!" he snaps, going to grab your wrist. "absolutely." you grin, running towards the horde. you couldn't let anyone get hurt, there were kids in this camp. you had already witnessed so much death, feeling useless as you normally held no weapons other than your pocket knife. "this time, i'm gonna be the hero." you nod, ignoring everyone warning you as you vault over the barrier to sneak past.

you had your target, clambering upon the truck and turning up your guitar to max. you give the strings a harsh strum, happy with the tuning. slowly, the undead turn to you, and you grin. "come on, come get some." you whisper under your breath, starting up gently with a few notes. as the crowd slowly turns to you. eventually, as they start approaching you, you turn up your theme, playing your song adeptly. everyone comes out of hiding one by one to watch you, clearly shocked by your confidence.

carl seems to light up as you play your song, having to yell your lyrics so it would be heard over your guitar's loudness. shane and rick quickly gather the group, moving them back so no one would get hurt if a stray zombie wandered off, yet it seemed they all wanted you. the truck rocks slightly as they bang and press on it, yet you keep your balance.

"i'll be chewing on your face and knocking down your door-" you regain balance as the truck wobbles dangerously, glancing around for another safe car. a van was your best bet in case the truck went, but you had to wait for the rest of the horde to catch up. "a pure violation of god's great creation! it's an infestation, it's world domination-!" you belt out, the truck fully swaying by now. you glance up, everyone's staring at you anxiously. you had to come out on top for them.

thinking fast, you jump from the truck, landing on the van and almost slipping. the crowd slowly moves around the truck as it's rocking ceases, and you realise just how dangerous your new pedestal is. you have to keep moving to avoid getting grabbed, jumping across the cars and ignoring how your guitar doesn't hit every note perfectly.

"i never come second place, always been a big disgrace- shit." you dodge a walker quickly, clambering up onto another car. "smell the fear, i know you see- high achiever." you manage to get back on top of a high truck, watching two of the walkers approaching sophia who was at the side of the group. you strum aggressively, yelling your lyrics as far as your diaphragm would allow. "killing so i stay on top but i could never do any wrong! c'mon you freaks! i'm right here!" as sophia scrambles to carol's open arms, the zombies turn to you slowly and you grin.

"sour to the bone marrow, horrid to the core- all you've got is not enough, stupid! i just want more!" you yell, ignoring how the truck starts swaying. "and i'll throw another punch! yes, i'll get the highest score!" you land on the road, almost falling over before hopping over the barrier and leading them away. you had no plan, truly, only knowing that you had to lead the geeks away from the group.

as the music fades into the distance, the crowd of zombies following, the group almost relax. "what the hell are they thinking?!" dale snaps, peeking down from the top of the rv. "whatever they're thinking it worked." daryl huffs, crossing his arms and putting up a hard front to hide his anxiety. "are they gonna be okay?!" carol stresses, smoothing sophia's hair. "that was a LOT of walkers." lori adds on, holding carl close. "they'll be fine." daryl sighs gruffly. "let's wait for them to come back." he shrugs, walking off. "how are they gonna lose that many geeks?" glenn asks, and rick sighs. "let's just hope they do..." shane decides to add onto his friend's sentence. "and that they do it far from here."

night time approaches fast and the group's worry is increasing. carol notes how daryl anxiously scans the tree line for any sign of you. "daryl, come sit down." she sighs, gently touching his back. "nah, ain't that dark yet..." he sighs, perking up as a repeated clicking sounds through the woods. "you guys know y/n?" a woman asks, her horse jumping the barrier with ease. "yeah.. who're you?" daryl tenses.

"they're at my family's farm." the woman neglects his question, "they're hurt pretty bad." she adds, and daryl swears under his breath. "where's your farm?" he asks, approaching the woman. "i'll take you there. it's southeast from here, can't miss it. it's safe. we killed off the horde that was with them." she nods in the direction as daryl straddles the back of her horse before riding off with him.

"damn... they got away." t-dog says in amazement. "but they're injured. c'mon, we'll get ready to head there in the morning." rick nods, and everyone settles for a long night.

daryl dismounts the stranger's horse, running into the house where an old man stood. "they're-" "where are they?!" he snaps, pushing past. "they're resting." the old man replies calmly, leading him to a bed where you lay, a bloody bandage around your arm. "are they bit?" daryl tenses, observing you. you didn't look sick, but daryl couldn't tell in the poor lighting. "no. they got lucky." the man sighs. "i'm hershel greene. the woman who brought you here is my daughter maggie."

"there anyone else?" he asks, and hershel nods. "my other daughter beth and her boyfriend jimmy, my wife as well as otis who is out hunting and his wife patricia. you'll meet them in the morning." the old man nods, leaving daryl be. "you idiot..." he whispers, combing some hair out of your face. "you could've gotten killed." he adds, and you smirk slightly. "at least i helped... are they okay?" you ask, your voice raspy as your eyes peel open.

"everyone's fine, just worried." he shrugs, trying to seem like he doesn't care. "were you worried?" you tease, taking his hand in yours. "nah. but it's rather impressive how you managed to lead them away." he shrugs. "i passed out on these people's front door, i've got no idea how they dealt with those walkers." you cough, resting your hand on your dizzy head. "relax, don't overuse your brain. it ain't used to that much action." daryl smirks, nudging your arm.

"haha, very funny." you roll your eyes, swatting his elbow away. daryl lets out a breath of laughter, looking at you. "once i'm out this bed, i'm gonna try and figure out where the walkers went." you sit up, but daryl grabs you. "naw, you're resting tonight. you need it." he protests, pulling you back into the bed. as daryl goes to get up, you tug him back as well. "same goes to you, cowboy. come rest." you grin, pulling him onto the bed next to you.

daryl lands on his elbow to avoid landing on you. "before you protest, i could use the company right now. got a lot on my mind." you sigh as daryl hesitates before settling down. "wanna talk about it? 'm a good listener." he prompts, but you shake your head. "i'll manage... just need a familiar face right now." you sigh, resting your head on daryl's shoulder. "i get that.. i didn't have much but merle, and he helped me in his own way." daryl nods.

the two of you sit in silence, grieving over both of your losses before the topic changed. "what's wit' your song anyhow?" daryl asks, and you hum in question, looking at your guitar that was neatly leaned against the wall, your blood staining the strap. "dunno. was the first song that came to my head 'suppose." you yawn, voice sleepy. "had to have a loud song for my plan to work." you add, eyes fluttering closed.

daryl shuffles so his chest presses into yours, arm stiffly draping over you. "what if your plan didn't work? i saw that truck wobbling like it was about to tip over." daryl points out, and you shrug. "if it did, i would be dead, or at least bit." you sigh, opening your eyes once more. "you are an idiot." daryl scolds, and you chuckle. "mhm. but it worked. saved your ass anyway." you fall quiet before asking what's nagging your mind.

"is sophia okay?" you mumble, and daryl furrows his brows. "sophia? she's a bit shaken but yeah, she's doin' alright." daryl confirms and you let out a breath. "thank god." you chuckle as daryl shakes his head with a smile. "saw two of them going for her, too far to see if she got grabbed or not." you explain, and daryl hums. "well, she's not bit, carol would be hysterical if she was." daryl notes, and you nod, happy with his answer as you slowly doze off.

you wake up with daryl wrapped up around you tightly. he's normally the first one awake, so you guessed he had a late night. "dixon, c'mon. get up." you shake him gently, ignoring how he groans in protest. "daryl, c'mon! i wanna snoop around!" you whisper yell, jumping as hershel walks in abruptly. "ah, i see you're awake. lemme check your arm." the new presence wakes daryl immediately as he groggily blinks and grips the handle of his knife.

you sit up, letting hershel peel back the bandages with a yucky noise. you wince, letting out a pained noise as he pokes the flesh around your gash. "there's still bark in there from where that stick stabbed you." he notes with a sigh. "bark?" daryl sits up, watching hershel slowly press the bandages back onto the wound. "careful!" your friend snaps as you let out a strangled noise. "don't worry, they'll be fine." hershel replies, nonchalantly.

you pat your arm gently as if to soothe it as daryl broods, leaning over you protectively. "let's clean it up and get some fresh bandages on it." hershel gathers some material and his tools as well as calling to his wife to bring a bowl of water.

soon enough, you're say with an arrow in your mouth as hershel pulls the last piece of bark out of your arm, dropping it onto a tray where it clutters uselessly onto the metal. "right, let's clean it." he mumbles, mainly to himself as he wets a small cotton ball in water with a pair of tongs. with every gentle dab against your gash, you whimper, teeth clutching the metal of the arrow.

your free hand grabs the nearest thing to you which happened to be daryl's hand, squeezing tightly for reassurance as your eyes flutter closed. "do y'think it'll need stitches?" patricia asks, to which you shake your head. "i'm not having stitches." you protest, words muffled by the object you're biting. "unfortunately, you may need them..." hershel sighs, and you shake your head as he puts the tongs down. spitting out the arrow, you glare at hershel. "i'm not having them." you declare, barely being able to raise your arm to look at the wound crossing your bicep.

"i'm afraid you might have to. it's deeper than i thought." hershel nods, looking for his needle and thread that patricia hands to him. "i'm not having them!" you panic, scrambling back from the man and almost falling off the bed. daryl catches you, steadying you and glares at hershel. "y/n..." hershel tries but daryl snaps. "if they don't want 'em they ain't havin' them!" he snarls, and hershel backs down.

"fine. i can't force you." hershel sighs, putting the needle and thread down as you calm your breathing. daryl rubs your back soothingly, helping you unwind faster as maggie barges in. "daddy! the others are here." she informs, before leaving. hershel nods, gesturing for you to come over to him with some bandages. "i'll do it. patched up a fair amount of people in my time." daryl extends his hand to hershel who hands them over. "alright, but if you get it wrong i'll redo them."

with hershel gone and patricia following, you relax slightly as daryl readies your arm before gently wrapping the bandages around your bicep. "why don't you want stitches?" he asks, and you shudder. "i don't want a needle going through my arm!" your spine shivers at the thought. "naw, i get that.." he mumbles, carefully pinning the bandages into place with a safety pin. "done, c'mon. let's go see the others." he nods to the door, helping you up.

glenn smiles brightly at you, wrapping you up in a hug. "ow- careful- careful!" you hiss as he accidentally presses into your wound. "sorry!" he stumbles back, and carl bounds up to you. "y/n! you're alright!" he smiles brightly, and you smile awkwardly. "yeah..! i'm alright." you tense as he hugs you tightly, awkwardly patting his head and looking at lori for help. his mother laughs, beckoning him over. "you were so cool! the way they all looked at you and you didn't even get scared!" the boy beamed, practically vibrating.

"carl, c'mon!" sophia beams, gesturing to a swing nearby. "stay in sight of me or carol!" lori reminds and they nod. "glad to see you're alright." shane nods to your arm, and you grin. "i'm tough. had plenty of bottles to the head or thrown at me. i'll live." you cross your arms, glancing at daryl. "what happened anyway?" dale asked as hershel guided everyone to the house away from the tree line. "stray branch stabbed me. nothing awful." you shrug, peering to the barn curiously.

"daryl, i'm gonna go walk around, stretch my legs. you coming?" you smile, and daryl nods. "sure." you grab his hand to pull him away, but hershel stops you. "don't go too far and don't go in the barn. nothing in there but old rusty tools anyway and the last thing i need is another injury." he warns, and you sigh. "fine fine, no barn concert then." you grin, pulling daryl away from the group.

"you're going in anyway, aren't you?" daryl smirks, following you closely. "of course. are you saying you wouldn't?" you giggle before hearing carol yelp. "sophia?!" the two of you turn to see the mother searching the area around the swing desperately. "shit..! another time then." you run back to the group with daryl hot on your tail.

"carl said they were gonna play hide and seek so he doesn't know... i'm sure she didn't go far." rick sighs, adjusting his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes as he scans the tree line. "hershel, any idea of where she could hide around here?" shane asks, but hershel shakes his head. "nothing around here but open field..." he gestures around, and carol hiccups a sonb as lori tries to comfort her.

you look at daryl before glancing to the barn. "is she behind the barn?" you ask, and hershel falls quiet. "could be... but there's no way in other than the doors and we would of seen her go in." he shrugs. "me and daryl can scan around there, see what we can find." you nod, and daryl heads off in that direction. "don't go in!" hershel reminds you, and you feel your spine tickle with suspicion. "what a weirdo..." you roll your eyes and daryl hums.

you walk around the barn, gently calling out for sophia. "nothing..." you sigh, looking around. "hey, see that?" daryl asks, and you turn to where he points. "an open window..." you grin. "gimme a lift, i'm gonna take a peek." daryl crouches behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting you up so you can grab the windowsill.

"see anything?" he asks, but you shake your head, squinting harshly to try and see. "nah, it's too dark." you gesture for the flashlight daryl carries, and he hands it to you carefully to ensure he wouldn't drop you.

the light flickers, slowly blinking to life and you gasp, almost falling backwards. "holy shit!" you yelp, and daryl panics, pulling you back down. "what, what's in there?" he asks as you recover from the sight. "we need to go! there's a LOT of walkers in there!" you gasp, running back to the group.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fic #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction

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weasleypogues · 3 years

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written in the stars (f.w. au) pt. 2

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your eyes scanned over the words again and again as your eyebrows furrowed together. balderdash. what could that mean? absolutely nothing could cross your mind as you stared at the black ink that was soon fading away. you felt frozen in place, astonished to see writing as you were waiting for this day for what felt like forever but confusion nonetheless.

“i should write back, right? does he know that this went through? clearly he’s older than me....” you spoke aloud, trying to wrap your head around it. you felt somewhat guilty feeling like this. you should have been excited to see words from your soulmate, knowing there was someone out there, but this was all such sudden change that you knew where you had to go. you felt the urge to run to cedric and ask him any and all questions you could think of.

basically sprinting to the hufflepuff common room without look extremely suspicious to any onlookers, you tapped the barrell and the door to the common room opened with one swift movement. you walked through the threshold and glanced at the fellow housemates and gave them warm smiles and they wished you a happy birthday.

“thanks guys, anyone know where cedric might be?” you asked, slightly out of breath and looking more frazzeled than one should look on their seventeenth birthday.

“is the birthday girl looking for me?” you heard a voice from the boys dormitory stairs call out. your nerves calmed and you spun around looking at cedric who had a wide smile on his face. “happy birthday , (y/n/n)! i got you this.”

you took a small box from cedrics hands and gave him a big smile, the stressful thought being pushed to the back of your head for a moment. you untied the white ribbon from the silver box and lifted the top to see three bars of honeydukes best chocolate and lifted it to see a picture frame. in the picture was a picture of you and cedric hysterically laughing at whatever joke was told at the time, looking as happy as ever. the frame was an off-white color with sage green vines designed around it. you smiled widely and glanced up at him with tears brimming your eyes.

“it’s beautiful, cedric. i love it!” you responded, placing the box to the nearest table and wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing. he returned the hug and you could feel the vibrations of his body as he must’ve chuckled. you pulled away still smiling.

“was there something specific you were looking for me for? was it about your pen?” cedric inquired as if he literally read your mind. you heart rate increased slightly, as the previous moment passed and you grabbed the smaller box on the table next to your new gift. you held it in your hands and you looked up at him.

“so all i know right now is that i’m younger. they wrote something and it showed up on my forearm and i kinda freaked out. what does that mean?” you asked, switching your glance back and forth from his eyes searching for answers as soon as possible. he sensed your stress and placed both of his hands on your shoulders.

“okay, first off, ease your nerves a little bit. it’s not going to help.” he stated and you felt your shoulders relax themselves and took a deep breath. “assuming that you got the writing on your arm specifically means that he wrote it on his arm as well. he probably did it to remember something and has no idea that you even got it yet. what did it say?”

“balderdash?” you said in more of a question, wondering if that was the right word and what it could’ve meant. cedric’s own eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth opened slightly to speak but closed soon to take a second to think. you bit your lip and tried to maneuver your mind through this internal maze to figure out what that could possibly mean.

“i think i’m being too narrowminded right now. i’m trying to connect it to someone at hogwarts when it could literally be almost anyone in the world, right?” you asked, your heart sinking at the thought that maybe your soulmate wasn’t at hogwarts right now. you instinctively cracked your fingers and threw your head back.

“look anything is possible. but i could have sworn i heard that word recently.” cedric stated his own eyes darting around the room as his brain tried to make sense of things. “until something sparks in my mind, try writing back to him? this should be exciting, don’t stress yourself, love.”

you gave him a small smile and nodded slowly before licking your lips and reaching for the marble pen. your took a deep breath, a smile forming on your lips coming to the realization that this is a memorable moment.

wow i finally get to talk to you.

you wrote on your forearm, glitter trailing after the pen’s tip and soon leading to plain black ink before slowly disappearing. you paused and could practically hear the blood pumping in your ears.

oh my god. happy birthday, love. finally!

you giggled aloud and showed cedric who failed to hide his own smile and looked at you, “see! nothing to be worried about!” you felt more at ease and dazed as you were literally talking to your soulmate.

footsteps pulled you out of the small trance you had at your forearm as the ink disappeared. you looked up and saw malia with a wide grin on her face. “(y/n)! happy birthday!” you giggled and thanked her, pulling her into a hug.

“oh my god! your pen! have you written anything yet? have they written anything yet? ahh! this is so exciting, i’m so happy for you.” malia basically squealed. a smirk rose upon your lips, realizing how literally perfect she was for cedric and you nodded.

“they wrote bladerdash earlier and than i kind of froze and freaked out but i wrote and he wrote back!” you announced, happiness oh so evident in your tone and a blush rising to your cheeks. malia tucked a piece of hair behind her hair.

“balderdash? if i’m not mistaken, angelina said to me that was the gryffindor common room password. they’re holding a bit of a secret party before classes on monday and said to invite a few people and let myself in.” malia exclaimed, putting the pieces together to your puzzle. an overwhelming feeling you soon determined was excitement bubbled inside you as you listened to her. gryffindor? so they have to be a student at hogwarts!

“ooh, got yourself a bit of a brave one there, don’t you (y/n/n)?” cedric teased, wiggling his eyebrows. you held the pen in your hand a little tighter, eager to write on something. you grabbed the nearest piece of parchment, completely over having to write on your own skin and saw the glitter emitting immediately from the tip of the pen.

balderdash? afraid you were going to forget your common room password, huh?

you giggled at your sarcasm and wittiness and looked back up at the couple in front of you. they shared your excitement and cedric spoke up, “i hate to break this up but why don’t we go down to breakfast? i’m sure people wanna see the birthday girl.”

hogwarts student, eh? this’ll be easy.

you blushed and rolled your eyes, realizing the birthday attention was going to significantly increase today because of your new little pen. you clicked the pen and put it back into the box, grabbing the parchment, hoping what he had to say would appear on their instead of your forearm. “let me get jada and than i’m ready when you are!” you raced upstairs to grab one of your roommates and the four of you made your way to the great hall to reconnect with the rest of your house.

as you stood in front of the great hall doors, it hit you right then and there that there was a great chance your soulmate would be sitting at the gryffindor table right now, that is if they enjoy breakfast. you gulped obviously and looked over at cedric who was next to you.

“don’t get too freaked out. they’re going to be just as excited as you are.” cedric calmed you down, acknowledging the nerves you were clearly emitting.

“i’m not the best with change. and what if they see everyone wishing me a happy birthday and come up to confront me. or worse what happens if they don’t say anything at all and are embarrassed?”

cedric said nothing but gave you a look that said that you were overthinking it. he pulled you in for a brotherly hug and you two made your way into the great hall, your eyes only slightly darting to the gryffindor table a couple of times to play it cool.

you sat with your friends who were all extremely interested in your pen and tried to make their own guesses on who it may be. “it has to be someone in gryffindor obviously, and older than you!” you let your eyes trail to the table and tried to weed out who it may be until you heard a slight explosion come from the slytherin table. slytherin students were fleeing the spot, their shirts covering their noses and gryffindor students laughing at their rivals evacuate from the spots. you spotted the weasley twins high five each other and put together it was one of their up and coming dungbombs. they were both laughing and you couldn’t help but chuckle as well but subtly wanted to make sure the slytherin students were okay.

“ugh, if you got one of the weasely twins, you would be so fucking lucky!” your friend lola exclaimed, basically swooning at the thought of them. you grinned and rolled your eyes playfully before taking one last sip of orange juice and rising from the hufflepuff table.

“i’m stuffed, anyone wanna go to hogsmeade?” you announced and you friends agreed immediately. you snuck the marble pen out of your pocket as you made your way out of the great hall and opened your palm.

see you at the gryffindor party later?

the glittery remnants disappearing along with the black in. your palm tickled as you looked down at the quick response.

can’t wait.

#fred weasley imagines #fred weasley #fred weasley x #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagines #george weasley imagines #hp imagines #hp writing #ron weasley imagines #soulmate au

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prettyspence · 4 years

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Hanging in the Inbetween

Summary: Moving to DC proves to be the right move when you meet Emily Prentiss, finally come out to your brother, and feel like you have a happy future with somebody you could actually love.

Tags: 18+, smut, reader-insert, coming out, internalised homophobia, getting together, smut/kink tags under the cut

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

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Smut/Kink Tags: top!emily prentiss (but the lines kinda blur), light dom/sub, fingering, sex toys, dirty talk, kink negotiation, first time

You moved to DC for a few reasons, the first of which was that you wanted to get the fuck out of Virginia.

The move to Richmond from Manassas hadn’t even helped much: you were working in your dream field and had some distance from your family, sure, but Virginia’s still the South. And after you came to a very poignant realisation about yourself earlier in the year, you wanted to get as far away from the bigotry that defined your lived experience there as possible.

The second reason was that you missed Aaron. Your brother had moved away when you were only little, but you’d always been close and he was the only family member left that you felt you could genuinely trust with your secret, even if the idea of telling him that you liked women still left you frozen with fear.

So when he invited you to brunch with his colleagues at the FBI you agreed in a heartbeat, it seemed like a great way to meet new people in your new city and spend time with your incredibly busy older brother simultaneously.

If you had any doubts about your sexuality, Emily Prentiss would have eradicated them. As soon as she’d walked into the cafe, her enigmatic presence had captivated you and you were hooked, addicted, obsessed. She smiled warmly at you but all you could do was stare dumbly at her as you shook her hand, eventually managing a weak smile in return. It was as if she was glowing, the others dimming in comparison as you took in her breath-taking beauty. Every time she spoke your breath caught, aching to bask in her voice for the rest of your days.

It felt so dramatic, childish almost. You’d never understood that ‘take your breath away’, ‘at first sight’ kind of love, but you knew it as soon as you met Emily.

But Emily was this gorgeous, confident woman. You knew she was a lesbian, she didn’t hide that from anyone and frequently made jokes about it, and while you shared her identity, the way you approached it couldn’t have been more different. Sure, if anyone looked hard enough, they would catch the adoring looks you sent Emily at every get-together, the way you blushed at any interaction with her. Hell, even she probably knew.

But it could never happen. After years of conservative indoctrination and being surrounded by people convinced of your ‘sin’, you were still on your journey to accepting yourself, still sometimes sick to your stomach every time you remember that you weren’t ‘normal’, that your parents wouldn’t see you as their daughter as soon as you told them. So you hide under layers of facade, wear a mask of confidence over your crippling insecurity and internalised homophobia, pretend that everything’s fine when it feels like you’re crumbling under the surface.

You thought you’d crumble further when Aaron inevitably discovered the truth about you, but really it’s the moment where your foundation starts to rebuild itself. It happens completely accidentally one evening, you don’t mean to come out at all. You’ve been so careful at using gender neutral language for so long. You always talked about a future ‘partner’, said ‘they’ when talking about prospective relationships, the kind of words that don’t attract questions or attention. But you slip up.

“Have you thought about getting back out there, Y/N?” Aaron asks one evening, when you’re both sitting on his couch having a much needed catch-up. “I know it’s been hard after you and Samuel broke up, but maybe you should think about putting yourself back in the scene.”

“God, Aaron, you are not talking about my love life, please,” you groan, swatting his arm lightly. He’s not usually interested in what’s going on in your romantic relationships as long as you seem happy, but it’s been pretty obvious how low you’ve been recently. It’s sort of sweet that he’s talking about something he feels so awkward about to try and make his sister smile.

“I’m serious,” he smiles fondly. “I want to see you happy again, like you were with Tom, remember?”

You were not happy with Tom. You’re not sure you’ve ever been happy in a relationship (for the obvious reason that none of them were women) but you’re pretty damn good at pretending, so you can hardly blame him.

“Ahh, I don’t know, Aaron,” you grimace. You can’t think about anyone but Emily right now, God you’ve tried to move on but everyone seems to pale in comparison at the moment. “When I finally get a girlfriend I want it to be real, you know. An accidental meeting, nothing manufactured…”

You trail off as you see his eyes widen and face contort in surprise. Immediately, your stomach sinks and eyes brim with tears as you realise how badly you’ve fucked up. Jumping up from the sofa, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in, barely able to contain the sobs as you feel your world implode around you. Fuck, you’re out. Aaron knows.

You sink down to the floor and fold yourself as tightly as possible, trying to hold yourself completely as you feel your walls crashing down, anxiety taking over. It’s only minutes after you’ve barricaded yourself in the bathroom that you hear the knocks at the door.

“Y/N,” Aaron says softly. “It’s okay, I’m not angry, I was just surprised. Why don’t you come out and we can talk about this? I’m not mad, I promise.”

It feels like it must be some sort of trap. Surely Aaron isn’t really okay with it? Choosing to trust your brother despite your scepticism, you peel yourself out of your protective position and splash some cool water on your face in an attempt to calm yourself down a little before unlocking the door.

You must look utterly miserable because Aaron’s face immediately softens and he envelopes in a warm, protective hug, the kind that used to reassure you in your childhood and still has the same effect today.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” he asks as he guides you to the sofa, voice gentle.

You take a deep breath before you explain everything, finally unloading the emotional turmoil that’s been whirling around inside you for months, connecting with another person properly since you realised yourself. You weren’t lying anymore; Aaron knew the truth.

Aaron basically forces you to stay over that night, tucking you in the way he used to do before he left for college, left for Washington to be a big bad FBI agent. You don’t fight him. It’s nice to be taken care of again, to feel really close to your brother for the first time in a long time.

Instead of crumbling, your foundation is firmer. You genuinely feel like you can do this, like you have a happy future ahead of you again.

⭐️

It’s a Tuesday evening and you’re running across town, butterflies swimming in your tummy. An excited smile is playing over your face on the metro, in the taxi, while you run down the road towards Aaron’s apartment. You keep checking your phone to confirm this is really happening, but the text message isn’t leaving; it isn’t a delusional mirage borne from isolation and desperation.

Hi Y/N, how would you feel about grabbing coffee with me later this week? ;) Feel like we haven’t had a chance to properly get to know one another! Let me know - Emily

You pound on the door as soon as you get there, knowing Jack is at a sleepover with his friend tonight, squealing as soon as Aaron opens the door. He smiles amusedly as he lets you in, practically bouncing with excitement as you thrust your phone in his face. “Is this what I think it is?” you ask eagerly as he reaches a hand to steady your shaking ones so he can read the message.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he says. “It could be. I’ve seen the way Emily looks at you, this looks like an invitation on a date to me, especially with the winky emoticon, but equally, she might just be asking you as a friend.” He smiles sympathetically as he says that, hating to temper your excitement. He’s never seen you this happy over a prospective partner and he doesn’t know how he missed how unhappy you were with men.

You giggle at Aaron speculating over the message as you would’ve done with your girlfriends back home. “She doesn’t know I’m gay,” you reason. “But I’m pretty obvious so she probably guessed. Maybe she really does want to go on a date with me!”

“Well, why haven’t you messaged back?” he asks.

“I wanted to tell you first,” you say, a little shyly. It was just nice to share in your truth with somebody. You couldn’t help feeling so eager about it.

He smiles fondly down at you. “Why don’t you make your message back a little more flirty?” he suggests as he makes his way to the kitchen to get you both a drink.

“Ooh, okay,” you muse. Subsequently, the next half an hour is spent agonising over the appropriate response, giggling and squabbling together in the way you used to before life got in the way.

Emily, I’d love to! It would be a great pleasure to spend some more time with your gorgeous self ;) How does Thursday at Cooper’s work? Maybe late morning?- Y/N

As long as we don’t get a case, I’m there :) - Emily

(If Aaron does his utmost to ensure there isn’t a case, well that’s nobody’s business but his own.)

⭐️

After agonising all morning over the perfect outfit, you hurry across the city to get to your favourite cafe in time to meet Emily. You arrive first, ordering yourself a coffee and a pastry and finding a cosy seat in the bay window, your favourite spot. Thankfully, it’s not overly busy and Emily spots you as soon as she walks in not long after you’ve sat down, grinning widely as she approaches.

“Y/N, I’m so glad we could finally do this,” she says earnestly as she gives you a hug.

“I know,” you smile shyly, returning her hug and revelling in having her so close, feeling the warmth of her body against yours, catching the gentle notes of her perfume.

“I’ll just go order a mocha and I’ll be right back,” she smiles, heading over to the counter.

You sit back and just watch her, how graceful and powerful she looks as she moves, how assertive and confident she is. Her gorgeous raven hair frames her face so perfectly and her body looks so strong under her smart, professional but stylish outfit. She smiles beautifully as she comes back over, holding a pastry in her other hand.

“Ah, another pastry addict,” you say, still a little shy and flustered.

“Oh, don’t you know it,” Emily chuckles self-deprecatingly. “Nothing better than a buttery pastry mid-morning, right?”

“Mm, I’ve got a huge sweet-tooth,” you confess. “I’ll do pretty much anything for a sweet treat.”

She laughs loudly at that, looking at you with so much warmth you think she might light you on fire. “I don’t blame you,” she agrees. “The team knows that if I’m grumpy, all I need is something sugary and I’m back on track.”

“You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful team,” you tell her, smiling back at her. “I’m so jealous of you and Aaron, surrounded by all these amazing people.”

“Oh, I know it,” she says. “Found family is important, and I rely on them a lot. I never thought getting into the FBI would change my life this much.”

“Oh, really? What led you to the academy?” you ask, gazing at her adoringly, not bothering to hide it. If you’ve misread the situation, so be it. You’re fed up of hiding, you’re going to take this risk, dive head first into it.

You chat amicably over coffee and pastry for over an hour, and when she frowns and tells you she has to get back to work, you can’t help the raging disappointment inside you. You’ve never felt this connected to somebody, ever. Maybe it’s just that Emily is the first woman you’ve allowed yourself to crush on properly, but it feels like more than that. It feels real, reciprocated even. You can’t help the burning excitement in your chest as you think about what it might be like to be close to her, to call her your girlfriend, to kiss her, to come home to her.

She gives you another hug before you part ways and the smouldering imprint of her body against yours keeps you warm the whole journey home.

⭐️

It’s nearing 7pm when you hear the knock at the door. You uncurl yourself from your cosy position on the sofa and put down your hot chocolate, leaving the movie you’re watching playing quietly in the background as you get up to answer it.

“Emily?” You’re a little bewildered to be honest. Wrapping your cardigan a little tighter around yourself, you send her a puzzled look, but you’re curious, too. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to tell you something,” she says, face serious. “I’m done screwing around; we’re not children, so let’s talk about this like adults.”

Right on cue, butterflies start swimming in your tummy, partly nerves, partly warm fuzzy hope. “Okay,” you say, still a little confused, but you guide her to the sofa and gesture for her to speak.

“I like you,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’ve liked you since I met you and you intrigue me. I want to know more about you. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, inside and out, and I’d love to take you out for dinner, on a proper date.”

You’re stunned for a moment, not entirely sure you’re actually awake. “Yes,” you say as soon as you reboot, reaching out to grab her hands gently. “Yes, please, that sounds amazing. I like you, too, I’ve liked you since I first met you.”

Her face lights up at your admission as you share a heated look before leaning in for a gentle kiss. You scoot a little closer to her and place your hands tentatively on her waist, only feeling emboldened when she leans a hand up to place on your neck, the other finding your hip. As you melt into her touch you feel her melt into yours, a mutual melding; a coming together.

It doesn’t stay chaste and gentle for long, however, quickly finding a rhythm that properly conveys the intense passion and amour filling the room, Emily eventually leaning forward and pushing you back slightly on the couch so she can lean more of her weight on you. This must be heaven. No kiss has ever felt like this, not even with your long-term boyfriends, no-one has ever made you feel the sparks that are flashing in your tummy right now.

“Hey, is this too fast?” she asks as she pulls back a bit, breathing heavily as she reaches a hand up to brush some of your hair away from your face. “Do you want to slow down?”

“No, no,” you deny, desperate to continue. “I don’t want to stop, I just… I haven’t been with a woman before.”

Your confession is shy, tentative; you don’t want to scare her off, but she simply smiles softly down at you, continuing to gently caress your hair. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “We’ll see where this takes us and if you want to stop or slow down just tell me, alright?”

“Yeah,” you agree before leaning back in to continue the kiss, pushing your hand up under her shirt slightly and feeling her toned abs, the soft curve of her waist. It only serves to make you wetter, the feel of a woman under your palms more euphoric than you ever could have anticipated.

She moans as you explore her midriff, pushing your shirt up to do the same, and if you thought feeling a woman was amazing, being felt by one feels incredible, shivering under her touch as she runs her fingers up and down your waist, pushing your shirt up even more to caress the sides of your breasts.

“Off.” You obey and sit up a little bit to shrug off your cardigan and t-shirt as she does the same, both left only in your bras and pants, pressed skin-to-skin on the sofa. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” she moans, kissing you deeper as she tangles her fingers in your hair, tugging a little at the strands.

“Emily,” you whine as her other hand comes to your breast, teasing you with a finger slowly before running her thumb over your nipple through your lacy bra, squeezing gently. You’re already a dripping mess for her, this is already the best sex you’ve ever had, and you’ve barely started.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she suggests, pulling back a little to sit up before taking your hand and letting you lead the way. “Take your bra off and lie down on the bed.” Her voice is soft but there’s an authority to it that calms you slightly. You may not know exactly what you’re doing but Emily does and she’s going to take care of you.

“I have a few toys,” you confess shyly as you follow her orders, watching her with blown pupils all the while. “They’re washed and clean, and there are condoms and latex gloves, too.”

“Oh?” Emily asks, quirking an eyebrow slightly.

“They’re in the bottom drawer,” you say, blushing wildly as you share your sex toy collection with the woman you’ve been crushing pretty hard on for a while now.

She immediately lights up and rummages through, a playful smirk colouring her face as she pulls out a few options. You take in the fairly sizable dildo -- a favourite of yours -- the finger vibrator you’d bought only last month and a butt plug you’d had for years with hungry eyes, excited for what she has in mind.

“Before we really get going, let’s talk,” Emily smiles gently, leaning over to kiss you softly before pulling back. “What are you into, up for, wanting to try?”

“I’m not really sure,” you say, blushing awkwardly. This kind of discussion is fairly foreign for you. “I’ve never enjoyed sex before because it was always with a man.”

Emily pulls a face to make you laugh before nodding in agreement. “Okay, well how about I tell you a few of the things I like and you can tell me if you’re comfortable with them? And if you do try it and you’re not into it we’ll just stop, yeah?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“Great. I like to be on top mostly, I’m quite a dominant person but I can tone that up or down to whatever you like, too,” she starts. “I’m very into dirty talk -- a little mild verbal degradation etcetera -- I love clitoral stimulation and don’t get much from internal simulation so maybe you could use this finger vibrator on me while I tell you what to do? And I could use this dildo on you if you’d like, the butt plug, too?”

“With my boyfriends the only time they could make me cum is if they got really into dirty talk, calling me names and stuff” you confess, “so that works for me, especially if you alternate with praise. And I’m happy for you to top and be more dominant, that sounds… good. All of what you said, I want, except I think the butt plug is a bit adventurous for today?” Your face must be fire engine red but Emily is looking at you fondly so you clearly haven’t turned her off with your inexperience or bashfulness.

She grins at you before leaning in to kiss you again. “Perfect. If I say or do anything you don’t like, tell me immediately. I won’t be offended, okay? I’ll do the same.” You nod in agreement, blush calming down as she settles her body over yours, a comforting, reassuring weight in an unfamiliar scenario.

She quickly gets the lube and condoms out and once she’s ready, Emily trails latex covered fingers down your waist, tickling slightly and revelling in the shiver she elicits, before slipping beneath the waistband and pressing gently, teasingly against your clit. She presses another kiss to your lips, deepening it against your moans as she moves down to push a finger inside.

“Emily,” you cry, panting as the initial pressure against your walls makes you see stars, warm wetness helping to ease her fingers inside. She slowly works you open as she alternates between kissing you, sucking on your neck and whispering dirty, encouraging platitudes in your ear.

“Do you think you’re ready to take my cock, princess?” she asks, tone dripping and sultry as she whispers directly into your ear, licking a stripe over the shell as you moan loudly. She holds the condom-covered dildo directly in your line of sight as she presses her own heat against your thigh, rutting slightly to ease her own immediate arousal.

“Yes, Emily, please” you beg, pushing your thigh up so she can use it properly, getting an appreciative moan in response.

“Good girl,” she praises, kissing you again as she lines up the dildo, easing it into you gently, pausing when your aroused moans betray a hint of pain. “God, you took that so well. You are a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? Built to take my cock.”

“Yeah,” you whine, writhing as you feel the fullness of the dildo inside you, moaning again as Emily starts to fuck in and out. She starts out slowly before speeding it up, fucking you hard with your own dildo as she murmurs absolute filth into your ear. “Stop, stop.”

She stills her hand immediately, but you quickly ease her mind. “I’m close, don’t want to come yet.”

At that, she beams down at you. “Good girl. I think it’s my turn to get off, don’t you?”

Technically, she’s been grinding down on your leg the whole time she’s been fucking you, but you get what she means and reach for the finger vibrator, dildo still wedged firmly inside you, while she rolls onto her back. You fit the vibe onto your first finger and turn it on, thankful you recently changed the battery recently as you slide on a latex covering over your finger. She smiles encouragingly as you maneuver her hips to the right angle before teasing her a little with your middle finger to ease her into it before pressing the vibe to her folds first, thoroughly enjoying the jerk her hips make at the pleasure, before working your way up to her clit.

She throws her head back and moans wantonly as you work her over, running your other hand up her side before making your way to her breasts, leaning down to suck and bite gently at them as she cups her hand against the back of your neck, keeping your mouth where she wants.

“Keep going,” she moans as she approaches her orgasm, rutting against your finger as you swallow her nipple into your mouth with renewed vigour, desperate to bring her off. She shouts your name as she cums, squirming around your finger as her hips writhe with pleasure, eyes screwed close. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing a woman cum, and it’s so much better than whatever you’ve seen in porn, because you did this. Emily’s orgasm is your work of art and you couldn’t be prouder to sign your name against it.

“Good girl,” she sighs as she comes down. “You did so well. Now, shall we finish you off, baby?”

You’re virtually there already, seeing Emily’s pleasure had been getting you closer and closer to your own orgasm. It only takes Emily rolling you onto your back, kissing you again and fucking you a few more times with the dildo that’s stayed inside you the whole time while fingering your clit just teasingly enough to get you over the edge, powerful orgasm crashing over you as Emily whispers praise against your ear. It takes you out for a minute, lost in the haze of pleasure and its aftermath, feeling so right in that moment that you never want to leave it, wrapped up in Emily’s arms while you hang in the inbetween of a dreamy daze and reality.

Eventually, you blink your eyes open, meeting Emily’s glassy ones and smile up at her, working the energy up to roll her over and kiss her again in earnest, knowing exactly what she likes by now.

“What was that for?” she asks after you break apart, chuckling a little at your eagerness.

“A thank you,” you murmur, smiling fondly down at her.

“The best thank you you could give me is a dinner date later this week,” Emily grins. “And I’ll thank you afterwards with another mind-blowing orgasm, how does that sound?”

You stare down at her for a moment, wondering how on earth you managed to win somebody so perfect, before shaking out of it and smiling softly again. “That sounds perfect.”

#emily prentiss x y/n #reader-insert #criminal minds reader-insert #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds #emily prentiss #my writing

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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Trevor doesn’t remember when he first starts thinking of his bandmates again. His dead bandmates, that is, and just thinking the word dead makes him want to curl into the fetal position all over again like when he was seventeen. He thinks he starts remembering them when a decade has passed and Carrie is born. He was twenty-seven and there was this little baby with big eyes and small pink fingernails in his arms, when he thinks ‘She’ll never get to meet her uncles.’ He doesn’t cry then, but it’s almost as if his baby girl can feel his sadness because she starts screaming in his arms and it's enough of a distraction that he rocks her to sleep without thinking of the boys again that day.

He keeps them locked away in the back of his mind for the better part of five years until kindergarten rolls around and little Carrie with her curly pigtails and glittery Hello Kitty backpack comes home excitedly talking about her new best friends.

“Daddy, they are so cool! Flynn has dinosaur stickers and she gave me one. See!” She points to the top of her right hand where there’s a green pterodactyl cartoon sticker firmly slapped on. “And Julie has this huge purple crayon and she let me use it to write my name!”

At first, he’s beyond excited. His little girl made friends on her first day, which shouldn’t have been such a surprise now that he thinks about it since she has always been a little go-getter. Still, he ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ at the right moments as she talks his ear off about her new friends. By the end of the first week, Carrie has decided she wants to invite her best friends over for a small back to school party with just them and lots of pizza. She reminds Trevor three times Friday night not to forget that Flynn likes Hawaiian pizza and Julie likes orange Fanta best, and that he should become best friends with their parents because she’s decided they are all going to grow up and live together.

He laughs and a twinge of ache in his chest reminds him for a moment of a time when he was younger, not as young as Carrie maybe but just as naive. He remembers for a second flashes of running around playing tag at the park and scrapping the top of his thumb’s skin off. He still has the scar.

He can still remember Alex pulling a Batman sticker out of his pocket and taking him to the public restrooms to clean the cut. Alex the worrier, even at twelve, rambling about getting the cut infected and the proper way to tie his shoes and doesn’t he ever think about where he’s walking.

“Bobby! Oh my god, please tell me you don’t need stitches!” He can remember floppy blonde hair and blue eyes and gasping breaths. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t hurt, you idiot, your eyes are watering.”

“Maybe I’m just mesmerized by your beauty, dude,” he can hear himself replying to try and ease the rigid shoulders and deep frown on his friend’s face. “Really, man, I’m fine. Just a little blood.”

“Let’s just get you to a bathroom and wash it off, okay?” But Alex had been hiding his eye roll and curling lips and his shoulders no longer made him look like an awkwardly hanging scarecrow. It was enough to make him forget his thumb was throbbing and dripping blood.

The scrape is deep enough that it bleeds for a while into the sink, he can still picture the reddish water as it goes down the drain. He and Alex had met in the back of their sixth grade English class, Alex was shy and constantly biting his nails while he was just trying to catch a nap without getting in trouble. They’d bonded over a mutual silent agreement: Bobby held Alex’s hand under the desk when he had to read aloud in class and Alex would nudge him with the right answer when the teacher would call him in the middle of a power nap.

“Gatsby is gay,” he can remember Alex whispering to him when Miss Augustine had called him one time in class. He remembers repeating it without a second thought and realizing only seconds later what the fuck he had just said. He remembers wanting to turn to Alex because he knows there’s something important in the interpretation for his friend. He knows it by how Alex sometimes stares at that soccer player, Gabriel, who sits two rows in front of them. He knows by how Alex turns red when the guy notices him staring and the anxious way he strums a beat with his fingers. He wishes he could turn to him and say he accepts him no matter who he loves without saying it because he knows Alex isn’t ready for that discussion yet. But they’re in class so instead he turns to his best friend and gives him an overly exasperated look, hoping it conveys how he has no idea how he’s going to dig himself out of this one but Miss Augustine had smiled and just went about her lesson.

They never talk about it but a few days later, when he plops his copy of the book onto Alex’s desk before class he smiled and says, “You were right. Daisy was totally a beard. Nick and Gatsby were totally in love.” And reading shitty Fitzgerald - who stole more than half of the amazing work written and attributed to him from his wife Zelda, and as a feminist Bobby knows that’s just some misogynistic bullshit he cannot tolerate even for a school grade - is all worth it. Because Alex looks at him with a look of pure joy that makes him feel like he just scored an extra carton of strawberry milk at lunch (and that’s immense happiness because everyone loves that’s pink milk.)

He’s thinking about the park with a bloody thumb when he hears the doorbell and goes to answer it. And suddenly all the excitement of meeting his daughter’s new friends leaves his body as a chill kisses his spine. Nothing prepares him for seeing the girl from the Orpheum staring at him with a taller, blue-eyed man who must be her husband. His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open, What are you doing here? He wants to ask. Are you a ghost? But before he can, he feels Carrie wiggle her way past him and leap into two pairs of arms. He can just make out black, thick boxer braids, deep brown skin, and a bright mint feather boa above Carrie’s head and he knows he’s just met Flynn. The other arm wrapped around his daughter is attached to a girl slightly smaller than both of them, a huge mass of curls making her appear their height with light brown skin and a wrist covered in macaroni jewelry. And that must be Julie, which means, he looks up to see the parents in front of him - the girl from the Orpheum is her mother and he’s never going to be able to forget that night again.

“Flynn’s parents asked us to take her because they were running late for a dinner reservation they had scheduled months in advance. I hope you don’t mind just us,” the man says with a friendly smile as he reaches his hand out. “I’m Ray Molina and this is my wife, Rose.”

Rose, Trevor thinks as he briefly thinks back on that fateful night. Size beautiful, he can practically see Reggie handing her their band’s t-shirt. He can almost feel Luke leaning his arm against his shoulder and telling her that he’d had a burger for lunch. He didn’t even have to look to know Alex was rolling his eyes at how bad his flirting game was. It was like losing them all over again, only he couldn’t; this was his daughter’s day and he couldn’t wallow in pity. He has to host, so he reaches his trembling hand out and offers the best smile he could offer.

“Hi Ray,” he turns to his wife. “Rose,” he nods and watches as her polite smile fades into a softer one, a genuine one, “I’m Trevor.”

She doesn’t correct him on his name. She doesn’t even look to be affected to be honest, until Trevor leads them inside and she sees some of his awards on the walls. Ray is busy helping to serve the pizza and soda for the girls and it leaves him alone with Rose. She doesn’t mention the award for ‘Now or Never’ new hit single on the Billboard 100 or its being #1 on VH1. Rose doesn’t have to, all she has to do is look at him and Trevor feels himself turning back into the scared kid who showed up at the hospital screaming about his friends. Screaming to the nurses who told him he wasn’t looking for a hospital room, he was looking for the ID numbers of bodies at the morgue. He gives her a slight head shake, as if to plead with her not to bring it up. She nods, but he feels his guilt grow heavier as she leans up to gently smear a line across his name TREVOR WILSON next to the title for up-and-coming artist.

It’s Carrie with her signature giggle and yell that makes them head for the kitchen. “Daddy, can you come sit down! Before we eat we have a surprise!”

They walk in to find Ray sitting amusedly at the dinner table. He beckons them to sit down with him and Trevor can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. The girls have obviously gotten into his stage makeup and Carrie, Julie, and Flynn are wearing matching bright red lipstick and glitter on their cheeks. Flynn is sashaying with her boa as Julie holds Carrie’s pink one, and Carrie has her hand on her hip as she strikes a pose before snapping her fingers and triggering the sound system. ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua starts blaring in through the speakers and the three adults share a look. Should they turn off the song? It is highly inappropriate. But to do that would mean having to explain why it’s inappropriate and do they really want to ruin a song that as far as their kids are concerned is about Barbie living in her Barbie world?

“Hey!” Carrie yelps and their heads all snap back to the girls pouting at them, “We are trying to give you a concert! Don’t make us waste all of Flynn’s cool moves!”

“Okay okay,” he shakes his head, “Don’t you have more cool moves to show us, Care?”

“No,” his daughter gives him a dead serious face, “we have limited choreography.” She says it with such a puff of dismay and sass that Trevor can’t help but let out the loudest laugh he has in a while. There’s no way Carrie even knows what she’s saying but she must have heard it when he was on the phone with his agent who was arranging his next music video.

The thought pops up before he can squash it, Alex would’ve loved her sass, he would’ve loved to dance with her. But it doesn’t hurt as much, to think of Alex smiling and dancing with glitter everywhere.

It’s not long until Rose and Ray are laughing along too and the three watch the girls spin, twirl, improvise lyrics, and throw their feather boas around long after the pizza has grown cold. - 🌙 (so this is the first bit and each bit shows how I decided to headcanon bobby met the boys in school and remembering them and leads you to rose confronting him and learning about the boys before her death ahhh ok let me know if it’s ok 🙈)

excuse me this is

really good????

more please 😌

#no seriously moonon it’s really well written and i love the attention to detail and the way you’re introducing us to trevor - to bobby #and how he met alex and it’s just :(#so cute and sad?? and i want to know the rest!!#you should know i’m usually like. really meh about bobby like i just don’t really care enough about him? because we really don’t know #anything about him or his relationship with the boys #but this made me feel things #so ya #♥️#i hope this is encouragement enough for you to post the rest moonon🥰♥️#ask #anon🌙#jatp #julie and the phantoms

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coeurdastronaute · 4 years

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Essays in Existentialism: Ages

Hey there, in case you're taking prompts right now I would love to see you write something about Clarke & Lexa at different stages in life/ages, from like little kids (first meeting) to adults. Thank you for your time and love your writing!

The classroom was colorful and happy, brimming with numbers and letters and pictures of animals on the walls. An entire side had windows that looked out toward the yard and playground for recess and there were tiny desks arranged in little squares, while the back corner had a very nice looking story time circle.

Nervously, a tiny girl with messy brown hair stood behind her father’s legs and peered out at her new classroom. She could hear the kids screaming and having fun outside, and she wanted to sneak toward the window and see what they were doing, but she had to put her things in a cubby first, and her teacher had to tell her how to get there and where to sit.

It was all very new, and Lexa wasn’t sure how to handle it all, so she held onto the leg of her father’s uniform. She missed her old house, and her old park, and her old friends and her old city. She didn’t like the moving part, or that her new house had a scary basement.

“We are very excited to have Lexa here, and we appreciate you keeping us up to date on your deployment schedule,” the smiling teacher nodded before squatting down lower to Lexa’s level. “I know kindergarten can be kind of scary at first, but soon you’ll look back and say ‘wow, I didn’t have to be scared. I love it here’.”

Lexa dug into her father’s leg a little more, shying back slightly. He patted her hair before kneeling down as well.

“Hey, kid, come on. You’re not usually this shy,” he furrowed and held her tiny hands in his large ones. “What’s wrong?”

At first, Lexa looked around and shifted back and forth in her new sneakers. They lit up. But he waited patiently for a response.

“I don’t know nobody,” she mumbled.

“You’re going to meat the class soon,” he promised. “And you’ll make all kinds of great friends.”

“And now you know me,” Mrs. Gates offered. “Your dad told me you like superheroes.”

Lexa nodded after looking at her father for confirmation.

“I put you in a seat next to someone who also likes superheroes. Do you want to see your desk?”

When she didn’t move, her father decided it was time to do a bit more.

“I want to see your desk. That’s really cool. You can practice your letters and numbers and reading at your desk, isn’t that right, Mrs. Gates?”

“We’re going to learn so many things. We even get to do science experiments.”

“One time, we made a tornado in a bottle,” Lexa offered quickly. “I got to pick the color and I picked blue because I like blue.”

Slowly, Lexa came out of her shell as she walked toward her desk, her father holding her hand and showing her the name tag on it. She sat there and smiled slightly before looking at her cubby and moving to put her bag there herself.

The noise outside calmed and moved to the hall a few moments later.

“I’m going to go back to work now, Lex. But you’re going to stay here and Mom will pick you up after school, okay?”

“Do you have to?”

“I do, kid,” he smiled. “What are we?”

“Tough.”

“And.”

“Brave.”

“And.”

“Kind.”

“That’s right,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “I’m so proud of you, and I will want to hear all about your day at dinner okay? So have a good time.”

Lexa nodded and sat at her desk quietly going back into her shell when her father waved at the door and disappeared.

At nearly the same moment, the class filtered back in, noticing a new person and not knowing what to do with the news.

“Good afternoon, scientists,” the teacher greeted them. “We have a new friend who is joining us today. Her name is Lexa. Can everyone say hello to Lexa?”

The chorus rang out, some more energetic than others.

“Lexa is coming to us from Virginia. Does anyone know anything about Virginia?”

There was a rumble of no’s.

“Would you like to tell us something, Lexa?”

“Um,” she swallowed. “I used to live close to the beach and I got to see a hurricane once.”

The series of ooh’s and ahh’s made her feel a little braver than the fake level of confidence her father had instilled her with. She pushed at the haphazard hair that fell into her eyes.

“Wow, that must have been scary.”

“It was. There was purple lightning.”

Again the crowd was fascinated.

“Now I want each of you to take turns meeting Lexa over the next few days and telling her your names and being helpful. Wouldn’t we all want some nice friends if we moved somewhere new?”

The group nodded along, still eyeing her, but less brutally than before.

“Okay, loves. To your seats and let’s show Lexa how we behave after recess, okay?”

With more than enough confidence to spare, a tiny blonde girl marched toward Lexa and sat down beside her.

“Hi. My name is Clarke Griffin. I am going to show you around. It’s my job.”

“Oh.”

“We can be friends if you want.”

Lexa just nodded and stared at her blue eyes.

“I like your hair. It reminds me of Tarzan’s or Wonder Woman.”

Still confused about the little person who sat beside her and said things with such clarity and confidence, Lexa pushed her hair away from her face again and nodded.

“I like your… eyes. They are like the sky, and the sky is my favorite thing ever.”

“Ever?” Clarke asked incredulously.

“Mhm. Did you know there are like a million stars? And clouds are cool.”

“Yeah, they are,” she nodded and dug into her desk for a notebook. “Have you seen Frozen yet?” Lexa shook her head sadly. “I just got it. You should come watch it. We can build a fort.”

“I am really good at that.”

“Me too! Ours will be awesome!”

From the front of the classroom the teacher smiled to herself, allowing the group extra time to settle as the two new friends talked a little bit. She saw Lexa cover her mouth from laughing and Clarke made some kind of face and shared a pencil.

By the end of the day, Lexa was certain Clarke was the best person on the planet. She was very nice and she liked good movies and they had the same favorite food of pizza and ice cream and candy. She couldn’t keep quiet when her mom picked her up, and she nervously paced near the front door, looking out the window for her father to come home so she could tell him everything, sparing no detail.

“Daddy!” Lexa pounces on him from the steps as soon as he makes it into the still packed house in need of organization.

“Hey kid, I missed you so much,” he hugged her tightly. “How was school?”

“I made a friend! And it was very fun. We saw pictures of bugs!”

“Wow, what a day. Do you want to go back tomorrow?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Now tell me everything.”

“You’re still my best friend.”

The statement came out angry and informative. It was declarative and exact, a fact that could not be argued. It was a law of nature. It was absolute.

Lexa nodded, agreeing eagerly and quickly.

“We can talk on the phone and write letters,” Clarke decided. “We can watch movies together, too sometimes. I can ask my mom to use her iPad.”

Again, Lexa nodded.

“This is stupid and I hate the military and I hate that you have to leave.”

Nod.

Clarke had a temper. She liked to yell when she was frustrated, and she’d stomp her foot and clench her fists at her sides, arms straight and her face would get red with a distinct type of rage that Lexa learned to avoid and how to calm her down when needed. Sometimes it was impossible. Clarke said it felt like she was trapped in one of those balls of snow that roll down a hill and get bitter and bigger, and the anger was just rolling around her and she couldn’t escape it. And Lexa could get that, even if she didn’t show it.

“You’re my best friend,” Clarke finally sighed. “And I don’t want to lose you.”

Lexa shook her head and hugged her friend quickly, tightly, eagerly.

“You’re my best friend, too. I don’t care where my dad gets stationed. I wont’ be anyone else’s best friend ever.”

The pair stood there, clinging to each other, uninterested in separating, even by a few inches. There were not many things more powerful than a friendship of two people who worked well together, already seamlessly filling in each other’s personality points and understanding the other’s moods. There was an innate ease between them that always existed, and even now, when clearly stuck in the midst of intense turmoil, they just hugged each other and tried to be better for the other.

“When do you have to leave to move?”

“Next month, right after school ends,” Lexa sighed.

“So we still have time to do all kinds of hings,” Clarke decided. “Maybe my mom will let you come visit for the summer or for breaks. Or I can come visit you.”

“Yeah,” her friend agreed eagerly. “My grandma and grandpa still live near here, so we will have to come close to see them.”

“And then we can go away to college together, and live together, like my cousin Chris.”

“We can?”

“Oh yeah. In the dorms. We get our own beds and sometimes they can be bunk beds.”

“Wow,” Lexa mouthed, her eyes wide.

Even so young, she just enjoyed listening to Clarke talk and tell stories. She bit every single time, and she didn’t care if it was true or not. The only thing that matter was the Clarke knew a lot and Clarke liked to share.

“You won’t forget about me?” Clarke asked after a moment of looking at her shoes. She looked up at her friend, her bet friend, and she waited nervously.

“No way,” Lexa swore. “I could never.”

Clarke held out her little finger and waited for Lexa to shake, completing the promise.

“And I won’t forget about you, never ever,” Clarke swore.

The solemn vow complete, neither knew what came next, only that they were already aware of how little time a month was, and now had to fill up every second.

The gymnasium was packed to the brim with people as the tournament drew to a close during the finals match. Cheers and the echo of shouts and coaching practically vibrated the entire arena. Though she wasn’t much of a fan of sports, Clarke Griffin was, in fact, a fan of one basketball player who travelled across the country to play in the girl’s high school national championships.

Even though Lexa moved nearly five years prior, their solemn vow, that between elementary school chums who were young enough to believe in such things, held strong with them talking every day, and gradually moving up to emails and FaceTime and text. Periodically, over that half decade, they’d even been grated time to see each other, whether it was family trips or one going to stay with the other’s family for a school break. Whenever they were asked where they wanted to go, the answer was always to each other.

When Lexa texted after they won state, she was over the moon, and Clarke immediately made sure to get tickets so she could see her best friend play, even though she still didn’t particularly understand the rules, no matter how often Lexa explained them.

“I can’t believe you guys have stayed in touch so long,” Abby smiled as Clarke sat down from cheering and yelling Lexa’s name after she scored. “It seems like just yesterday you were coming home from kindergarten to tell me about your new best friend, Lexa.”

“It just kind of works,” Clarke shrugged, unable to pinpoint why it did. There wasn’t an easy answer or any real logic to it. Perhaps it was mostly dumb luck.

“Hard to believe that little girl is playing in a national championship,” Jake agreed. “I’ve been following her stats online. She’s ranked and is set to go to a Division I school.”

“Lexa’s going to the University of Oregon, just like me.”

“You’ve changed your mind a hundred times and you’re halfway through your sophomore year.”

“That’s where she wants to go, and it’s where I want to go.”

“We’ll add it to the list, but don’t think about it too much just yet,” Jake shared a look with his wife. “A lot can happen in a year.”

Clarke didn’t want to argue. Instead, she clapped and cheered as Lexa was subbed out in the third. She wasn’t particularly invested in the rest of the game without Lexa out there, but Clarke did her best to watch the entire thing and stay involved with what was happening. In the end, Lexa’s team won, and she cheered the loudest of all. She was wearing Lexa’s old jersey. She was a true fan.

“You did so well, honey,” Jake promised as he hugged Lexa after they cleaned and gotten ready in the lock room.

It was a long ceremony, to lift the trophy and answer questions, and listen to coaches. Clarke just grew more and more anxious. She hadn’t been able to see much of Lexa because of the game for the past two days, and she only had 2 more to see her. They always knew they had to make the most of it.

“Congrats!” Clarke cheered as she launched herself at her best friend, hugging her tightly as they met in the lobby of the convention center. “That was amazing. You’re the best basketball player in the nation.”

“I don’t know about that,” Lexa chuckled and hugged her back, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Thanks for sticking through it though. I’m sure it wasn’t very fun to watch.”

“Yeah, well. Best friends, biggest fan and such.”

They hang on each other, never far apart as the family made their way to a celebratory dinner, facetiming with Lexa’s family to share the good news since they couldn’t make the trip. It was exceedingly normal for Lexa to be taken in my the Griffins; it happened nearly every year in some way, same for Clarke with the Woods. Jake spent dinner going over all of the plays and applauding Lexa’s efforts, amazed that she could do such things. He only took credit for her layup, as they’d spent a good portion of her last visit the previous summer working on it in the driveway after diner. Lexa let him have it. It wasn’t lost on her that he put up a basketball hoop for her and her alone, even though she spent collectively less than three months over the past five years at their house.

Ice cream was a given. The rest of the team would be back at the hotel, probably drinking their water bottles of vodka. Lexa was the youngest on the team, the only underclassman on varsity, and she was oddly grateful to miss it. Nothing could beat ice cream with Clarke and her parents. Only there, sitting outside in the chilly autumn evening, did she swap cones with Clarke as they had since they were five. Only there, did she let Clarke wear her jacket because she was cold.

The Griffins had a guest room. They had two, in fact. But after the festivities and still a little giddy from the evening, the two friends climbed to Clarke’s room and tried to settle in for a movie.

Freshly showered, Lexa fiddled with the menu, trying to find something to watch while Clarke took her turn showering and washing the excitement off. She played with her phone, texting back friends home and the team lazily, stretched out in Clarke’s bed.

It shouldn’t have been as big of a deal when Clarke walked out in her towel, asking about what movie they were going to watch. But it somehow was a big deal and Lexa found herself sitting up slightly against the headboard. She looked at Clarke’s bare shoulders as she slipped underwear on. She stared, wide-eyed and dry-mouthed as the towel dropped, and Clarke slipped on shorts and then an old shirt before toweling her hair.

“You used all the hot water, and I will not be allowing you to shower first, no matter how many championships you win,” Clarke decided, as she joined her in the bed.

“That’s fair.”

Suddenly, Lexa was aware of how close they laid together in bed, and how they shared the blankets, and how they watched part of the movie before falling into their normal quiet talking in the middle of the night. She wasn’t sure how or why or what except she was very comfortable and uncomfortable with how comfortable she was.

“My dad thinks it’s ridiculous I plan on going to the same school as you.”

“I haven’t gotten in anywhere,” Lexa reminded her. “Or any actual offers.”

“You will,” Clarke promised. “I’m just keeping my options open. It’d be nice to be near you.”

Lexa smiled to herself in the dark and felt Clarke scoot closer so they were facing each other, their knees touching.

“We haven’t gotten much time alone this visit,” Lexa sighed.

“Kind of rude of you to interrupt it with basketball.”

“But at least I got to visit.”

“True. I needed this,” Clarke yawned. “It’s been a rough semester.”

“Because you’re dating a real dumb guy.”

“But he’s so cute.”

Lexa couldn’t help groaning and wiggling around in bed. She made a show of rolling over before she felt Clarke pull her back with a chuckle.

“He’s a moron and you can do a billion times better than Finn.”

“I know, he’s just… nice. He’s steady and doesn’t take much effort.”

“Shouldn’t it take some effort?” Lexa ventured, not at all sure about any philosophies about love or relationships.

“Probably a combination of effortlessness and effort,” Clarke nodded. “How’s your crush? Did she text you after you won?”

“It’s going good,” she shrugged in the dark. “I don’t know if she knows it’s a crush or not.”

“You have to be daring and bold. You’re already charming and funny and adorable. She has to have a crush on you. Just ask her out when you get back. Or text her right now.”

“Let me think about it a little more.”

“Fine,” Clarke finally relents and yawns again. “Do you think being in love with someone is talking in the middle of the night, but like forever?”

There’s a quiet in the bedroom in the middle of the night as Lexa mulls over the words. Since they were five, Clarke was the sure one, the loud one, the persistent and confident and sure one.

“I hope love is comfortable. I hope it’s talking all night. I hope it also makes you nervous and excited to see the other person. I hope it’s being someone’s one person that they count on no matter what. I hope being in love is all of those things. It has to be, right?”

“You make it sound like we’re in love. I think you just described our entire friendship.”

Lexa blushed and cleared her throat.

“But we’re best friends. We can’t be in love.”

The quiet settled there again until Clarke readjusted and sighed.

“Exactly.”

“It’d be nice though,” Lexa sighed as well. “To be in love with my favorite person on the planet.”

“It would.”

“Unfortunately, my best friend is painfully straight. Oh darn.” She tried to make her voice sound lighter, like this wasn’t a very confusing hole she’d somehow dug herself into.

“God, I have to dump Finn.”

They both chuckled at that, breaking the fog of the layered conversation they found themselves stuck in. And with that it was easy to fall back into talking about everything else until neither could keep their eyes open.

The sorority house on Sorority Row was spilling out onto the yard and into the street with people celebrating the start of spring semester. For a moment, Lexa stood on the sidewalk and looked up at the brightly lit building and took a deep breath. She’d spent most of her free time not practicing or with the team here, in Clarke’s room, or doing something with Clarke.

It was almost an accident that they ended up at the same school, with Lexa accepting the offer late in the year, well after Clarke had been accepted and decided. And it was the best decision of her life because she got to spend so much time with her best friend, and her best friend was at every home game. And for two years, Lexa watched her best friend date her way through a handful of steadies that all bugged her to no-end. And she knew why. She knew exactly why and yet she could never say. That would ruin everything.

So Lexa stood there for a moment and prepared herself to survive another night of being in love with her best friend and watching her flirt with someone else.

Lexa had a fairly good reputation all over campus due to her breakout season on the court and a Division Championship under her belt. She was active in a few clubs, volunteer organizations, and mostly, she was Clarke’s friend.

“Lexa!” Clarke cheered, hugging her tightly as soon as she found her. “I was wondering when I’d get to see you.”

“I came as soon as I could, darling. I know you miss me too much if I leave you waiting.”

“I’m a demanding broad, and you know me well, skipper.”

“You two are disgusting,” Raven observed.

Lexa just looked down at Clarke who still clung to her, arms wrapped around her middle and grinning back. They were a rather disgusting pair, especially when they did their loving rendition of a polite couple.

“You are looking rather cute tonight,” Lexa observed.

“I’ve been known to look cute from time to time. Shouldn’t be too surprising.”

Lexa just rolled her eyes and waited for Clarke to tug her hand toward the bar. They were practically a packaged deal, and not many believed they’d been friends since they were children because that just didn’t happen anymore, especially across time and space to such stretched degrees.

But the night went on as it usually did, with music and dancing, though neither were extremely heavy drinkers that often, they retained a mild buzz that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Rarely where they far away from the other. Often, Lexa would find herself looking across the room and finding her friend.

But the party waned, and Lexa let herself be invited to stay instead of trying to traverse her way home across campus. There were enough of her old shirts and workout shorts as part of Clarke’s wardrobe that she always had clothes around anyway.

Lazily, Lexa lounged on the bed as Clarke finished getting ready for bed. She scrolled on her phone for a little bit and yawned, exhausted by the day and drinks.

When Clarke walked out of the bathroom, Lexa stared more intently at her phone because her friend was in a bath towel, and that was too much to handle anymore. She didn’t look. For a solid ten seconds. But then the towel disappeared, and she saw the curly hairs at the base of Clarke’s neck, her hair pulled up in a sloppy bun as she slid on a shirt. Lexa watched all of it happen and she couldn’t pretend otherwise.

“That was a good night, darling. We should have the gang over more often,” Clarke decided with a smile as she turned back toward the bed.

“That was a small showing. I expected better.”

“I’ll russell up a better gang, I swear.”

With a chuckle, Clarke flipped off the light and got into bed, careful to crawl over Lexa and find her spot against the wall. Lexa felt all of that and she remained stoic, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the queen and such.

“I can’t believe we’ve been having sleep overs since we were five,” Clarke whispered.

“You kind of made me be your friend. Mrs. Gates sat me beside you and that was it.”

“Do you think she knows what she started?”

“We should let her know.”

An arm moved around Lexa’s middle. It grabbed her arm and pulled it around her body so that Clarke was the little spoon. Over the past few months, Clarke had been more affectionate, physically. She’d taken the time to touch Lexa and hug her, though Lexa chalked it up to her own wavering brain looking for something that wasn’t there, and resoling herself to being the best friend anyone could ask for. Best friends were the big spoon sometimes.

Stuck smelling Clarke’s hair, Lexa closed her eyes and let her arms squeeze her friend, eclipsed by her taller frame. She held her breath for as long as she could.

“I sleep best when you’re in bed. I’m getting spoiled,” Clarke yawned, wiggling slightly as she found a comfortable spot.

“I’ll have to train your future husband in how to do it.”

“I don’t think I want anyone else.”

“You have your pick of the litter. We’ll find you a squire to court you.”

“Nah,” she sighed, smiling. “I only want you.”

“I, um,” Lexa gulped and felt Clarke’s thumb on her wrist, rubbing soothingly as she was known to do. “I only want you, too.”

“Good.”

It’d been a long day. The world’s longest day. The worst, longest, most exhausting day, and all Lexa wanted to do was sleep. Sleep would wash away the entire week that beat her up, and sleep would save her from dinner with her parents. Sleep was a welcomed reward she was hoping to cash in on so she could escape the stress of breathing.

Cranky and sore, Lexa tossed her keys on the table by the door and chucked her bag on the chair in the living room, kicking off her shoes as she made her way down the hall toward the kitchen. The house was quiet and empty for a Friday night, and she appreciate that for the time being.

From the fridge, she dug out a bottle of beer and tossed the cap on the counter before shrugging off her jacket between eager swigs. With heavy feet, she padded upstairs and collapsed into the bed with a grunt, hoping a nap would help her escape the headache that’d been brewing since before lunch. Still with her work clothes on, Lexa fell asleep quickly and without any resistance.

It wasn’t until she felt the bed dip that Lexa smiled into the bed, a familiar weight settled atop her, squishing her slightly with affection.

“Long day?” Clarke whispered, kissing her fiancé’s shoulder though her shirt.

“Long week,” Lexa complained and stretched, enjoying the feeling.

“Want to order pizza and take a bath?”

“Very much.”

“I’ll open the wine.”

Though she tried to move, Lexa flipped, holding Clarke to her, finally kissing her softly, and then eagerly, and then happily.

“How was your day, darling?”

“Not nearly as bad as yours.”

“Good.”

Clarke sat up slightly and pushed her messy hair away from her face as it fell in front of her eyes as she tried to kiss her best friend and make her smile.

“I think being in love might be wine and pizza and a bath,” she grinned, running her thumb along Lexa’s cheek and jaw and then neck before kissing her again.

“Let’s find out.”

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years

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A Newsies Christmas Surprise

Midnight, Christmas Eve 1899

She caught herself as her foot slid on a piece of ice. A groan fell from her mouth as her counterparts quickly steadied her. “You alright?”

She nodded, flashing Bill and Darcy a grin before hopping up the steps to the Lodging House. Kloppman had snuck her the key earlier that day when she had stopped by. Praying the old door wouldn’t creak, as usual, she grinned when all was silent.

Peering in, all was calm as she hesitantly walked into the house, Bill and Darcy on her heels. Darcy gave her a look, in which she pointed to the far corner, near the fireplace. They hoisted the tree they carried between them and set it where she had pointed, her face brightening as she watched them. “Perfect. There’s boxes of baubles and ornaments in that closet if you want to start decorating it.”

“Where are you going?” Bill whispered, giving her a look.

Walking to the staircase, she put her hand on the railing. “I’ve got work upstairs. I’ll be quick about it.”

She made quick work walking upstairs, thankful that Race had taught her where the creaks and groans of the stairs were. Opening up a utility closet, she quickly grabbed the box sitting there, grateful she had the foresight to assemble them before putting them in the box.

The door to the room where the Newsies slept was shut but it wasn’t too long before she opened it. Soft snores greeted her as she took in the sleeping occupants.

She had made them all stockings, with a piece of paper pinned to each sock. She had thought about putting them in their beds but decided to line them up on the wall leading to the door, in hopes they’d see them first. Each stocking had a piece or two of fruit, some playing cards, jacks, and marbles along with a few other little trinkets.

Kat quickly lined them up, making sure each of the tags were visible. Looking around the room, she saw some had kicked their blankets off. Moving silently, she covered them back up before pausing at Jack and Race’s bunk. She grinned seeing Race snoring slightly, his arms wrapped around his blanket tightly. Peering below, she smiled seeing Jack. The moonlight framed his face. She could see that he was at peace as he slept, a smile crossed her face. A little was tucked under his arm, soft snores escaping their mouths.

She tiptoed to the door, knowing there was more work to be done. Walking out the door, she shut it behind her, pausing for a moment to ensure there was no sound. Pleased with herself, she headed downstairs, a gasp escaping her at how gorgeous the tree looked. “This looks amazing.”

“Thanks!” Bill and Darcy both grinned. They finished up, before grabbing the box of neatly wrapped presents, putting them under the tree. “These boys are lucky to have you.”

Kat grinned, shaking her head. “I think I’m more lucky to have them. Come on, let’s finish so we can get some sleep before the sun rises.”

They finished up, standing to their feet to admire their work before slipping back out into the night. Kat couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as they parted ways, her slipping back into her own house. Only, she didn’t anticipate someone would be waiting for her as she shut the door behind her. “Katherine?”

She paused, her hand on the door as her heart pounded against her chest. She saw a candle burning brightly in the parlor, and headed that way. “Katherine, is that you?”

“Yes mama.” She whispered, walking into the parlor, taking off her gloves and coat.

Her mother, Kate, gave her a look with the shake of her head. “Heavens, what are you doing at this time of night?”

“I could ask you the same.” Kat took a seat on the couch next to her mom with a sigh.

Kate tisked, displeased by her daughter’s tone. “I always do a check on my children before I lay out presents. Your bed was empty. So where were you?”

Kat’s eyes went to the tree to see the many wrapped boxes and bags surrounding the tree. “I went to the Lodging House. Before you say anything, Bill and Darcy were with me the entire time.”

“Why would you go there?” Kate had seen a change in her daughter since the summer, nothing major but subtly it was there.

Kat faced her mom, motioning to the tree. “Because they don’t have all of this. Bill and Darcy brought a tree, which we decorated and I took over stockings and presents for them earlier today. I wanted to give them a little Christmas because they won’t have anything otherwise.”

“But the nuns …” Kate trailed off as Kat shook her head.

“The nuns have hundreds of other children they provide for in this city. Anything they give the Newsies will be the bottom of the barrel.” Kat shook her head, grabbing her mom’s hand. “These boys and girls work so hard that they deserve a little something that’s just for them.”

Kate nodded her head, listening to Kat’s reasoning. “Is this because of Jack?”

Kat’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know her mother knew of Jack. Kate tended to stay out of Kat and her father’s disputes. “Don’t give me that look, Katherine. I would like to meet him one day.”

“Jack’s the reason I know about the Newsies and the Lodging House. Yes, this is somewhat about him but those kids are friends of mine and I somewhat feel responsible for them.” Kat smiled, thinking of the excitement and happiness those kids would show when they woke up later that morning. “And I’ll bring Jack around sometime so you can meet him.”

“I think it’s time for us to retire.” Kate stood up, offering her daughter a hand. “I’d imagine you’d like to be at the house when they wake?”

Kat grinned at her mom, nodding her head. “We do presents at 10, do try to be back before then.”

With that, the two women headed upstairs, one shocked by the conversation she had with her mom and the other very happy for her daughter.

Christmas morning, 7:30am

Slipping out of her house, she was glad for the heavy gloves and coat she currently downed as she made her way to the lodging house. The streets were empty and the city was quiet.

Slipping into the bakery just down from the house, she quickly ordered a few dozen pastries, grinning brightly at the man behind the counter.

“Merry Christmas!” She brightly cheered as she walked back out to the street.

Using the key, she let herself in, grinning brightly when she heard nothing but silence. Kat was happy the boys were sleeping in on their only day off for the year.

Putting the pastry boxes on the kitchen table, she stroked the coals, adding another match to the wood there to reignite the flames.

Leaving her coat on for the moment, she looked around the room, taking in all the little details. The baubles and ornaments were from friends and family who were looking to get rid of old in favor of the new. She smiled seeing the peppermint sticks that Bill and Darcy had snuck onto the tree. She lit the few candles that were on the tree, those adding a warm ambiance to the room. She smiled at the many wrapped boxes and bags were expertly placed under the tree and showing off the tags of the recipients.

Taking a seat, she felt the warmth of the fireplace warm the room as a creak on the stairs caught her attention. She heard a few whispers, looking over her shoulder at a few of the littles creeping down the stairs. “Miss Kat? What are you doing here?”

“A little birdie told me this is the place I should be at this morning.” She grinned seeing Romeo and Smalls finish walking down the stairs, only paused to take in the big tree in the corner.

“What’s that?” Smalls whispered, looking wide-eyed at Kat.

She smiled. “That’s a Christmas tree.”

“Look Smalls, presents!” Romeo exclaimed, not wanting to get too close. “Who are those for?”

They both looked at Kat who shrugged. “I’m not sure but you might want to go wake everyone up before digging in.”

With that, the two tore back upstairs, Kat laughing at the pounding on the stairs before hearing it above her. Excited yells mixed with angry ones at being woke up. Soon there were more footfalls on the stairs, eager voices to see if Romeo and Smalls were telling the truth.

The Newsies crowded around Kat, too worried that everything would disappear before their eyes. They all spoke over one another, trying to figure out what was going on. She looked around the faces, all excited and grinning to find two missing. “Where’s Race and Jack?”

“Still sleeping.” Albert piped up, shrugging. “They both told us to shove off.”

Kat shook her head, giggling. She wanted Jack and Race to see the tree before it was torn apart. “Did you guys see the surprises upstairs or did you miss them?”

“There’s more?” Specs cried as everyone raced back up the stairs. She followed behind them, opting to skip the stockings in favor of the two boys still sleeping.

Walking over to the bunk she had stopped at mere hours before, she ran her hand through Race’s hair as his eyes peaked open. “Go away. It’s too early.”

“Merry Christmas, Race.” She grinned as he groaned, rolling over.

He opened his eyes, looking at her. “Why are you here?”

“SANTA CAME RACE!” Romeo yelled, looking over his shoulder at his brother.

Race raised an eyebrow at Kat, sitting up in his bunk looking over at the Newsies sitting on the ground, looking at all the stuff they had received. “What did you do?”

“Me? Nothing.” She smiled. Knowing he was awake, she sat on the bed below him and ran a hand through Jack’s hair, listening to his breath hitch. “Merry Christmas Jack.”

Groaning, he threw his hand over his face, rolling away from her. “Go away.”

Leaning in close, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Come on Jack, it’s Christmas.”

“Ace?” He rolled back over, giving her a look. “What are you doing here?”

She smirked, hearing the boys ooh and ahh at their treasures. “A little birdie told me this was the place to be this morning. And I guess he was right. Come on get up.”

“What did you do?” He asked, sitting up in his bunk, rubbing a hand over his face as a yawn escaped his mouth.

Race jumped off his bunk, landing elegantly on his feet. “She’s a saint, that’s what she is.”

He strode off to see what the Newsies were doing before being pulled to the ground as his stocking was shoved in his arms. Jack looked at Kat with a grin. “I don’t want to know how but thank you.”

He pulled her down, giving her a sweet kiss. “Merry Christmas Katherine!”

He pushed himself off the bed, stretching, gaining the attention of all the Newsies. “Santa came, Jack! Look!”

Eyes wide, Jack walked over to where they sat with their stockings as Albert handed him his. “Yous even got one too.”

“And there’s presents downstairs!” Romero yelled as everyone got to their feet. Race and Jack both looked at Kat who merely grinned and shrugged before following everyone downstairs.

She sat on the couch, while all the Newsies stood in front of the tree, admiring it. Jack came and sat beside her, throwing an arm around her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks Ace.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled, noticing he hadn’t opened up his stocking. “You going to open that?”

Jack smiled. “In a bit. Hey yous gonna just stare at it or are yous gonna open those?”

That broke the trans the Newsies were in. Soon they were all crowded around the tree, excitement high as they handed out the boxes and bags to the intended recipient.

Soon the floor around the lodging house was filled with various colors of wrapping paper and tissue paper. Jack and Kat watched the kids put on hats, boots, and scarves along with stealing the candy canes from the tree. They were all eager to show the others what treasures they had received.

Jack laced his hands with Kat’s with a grin. “Yous made their year, you know that right?”

“I know. It’s the least I could do since you all have made my life so much more interesting.” She grinned as Race came over with two boxes in his hand. He had his red flannel hat on his head along with his matching scarf looped around his head. In his mouth was a candy cane and a grin as he sat on Jack’s other side.

“Santa brought yous some things too, Jack!” Race said, giving him the boxes.

The boys soon moved on from the tree and presents, walking to the kitchen only to find the box of pastries with excited yells and cheers. “Yous something else, Katherine.”

She smiled watching Race shaking his head with a grin. “You’re welcome, Race. Now, Jack, are you gonna open your presents?”

He glanced to make sure the Newsies weren’t causing trouble before starting with the boxes, the smaller one first. He carefully undid the paper, his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration. Opening the box, he grinned seeing the hunter green hat and matching scarf sitting inside. He pulled both out as Race took the box from him, putting them on. “How do I look?”

“Great! That color looks good on you.” Kat grinned, adjusting the hat and looping the scarf.

He moved onto the next box, again carefully unwrapping it. Pulling the tape off, he opened the box with a gentle gasp. Kat was most excited for him to get this box. “Kat.”

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s too much, Kelly.” She gave him a look before nudging him. “What did you get?”

He pulled out two sketchbooks along with two packages of colored pencils. He ran his hands over the gifts before looking up at Kat with a big grin and tears in his eyes. “Katherine, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell your girl thank you and kiss her. Jeez Jackie.” Race teased gently with a laugh, shoving Jack before pushing off the couch yelling about getting a pastry.

Jack set his presents aside, before he cupped Kat’s face bringing her close, kissing her. “I don’t deserve you or these things but I love you and thank you.”

“You deserve these and so much more, Jack.” She kissed him once more. “And you’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Jack.”

He grinned. “Merry Christmas, Kat. What time do you have to be home?”

“I’ve got some time. We’re doing presents at 10.” She smiled, hearing the bells toll. It was just turning 9.

Pushing himself off the couch, he offered her his hand, dragging her to her feet. They grabbed a pastry before Jack dragged her upstairs, his box with his presents and stocking in his hand. Closing the door behind him, Jack dragged her over to his bunk with a grin. “I wanted to give yous your present without an audience.”

She giggled, watching him lift up the bedding before handing her two hastily wrapped presents. “Sorry they’re not more elegant, Ace.”

“It’s okay, Jack.” She accepted them, taking a seat on the bunk. She patted the spot next to him, hoping he’d relax a little. No matter what was in those presents, she’d love them simply because they came from his heart. “Relax. I’m going to love whatever this is.”

“Yous sure?” He gave her a look grinning.

Leaning over, she kissed him. “Yes, because you’re giving them to me.”

She slid her hand under the first one. Pulling out the contents, she gasped. A small necklace with a heart at the end was in her hands. “Jack this is too much.”

“Nah not for you.” He grinned. “Without you, I wouldn’t have the job. This is a big thank you and I love you wrapped all in a small present.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “I love it. Thank you.”

He grinned, motioning to her second present. She picked it up, rubbing her finger under the hastily tapped packaging. Pulling the paper away, she was left with two pieces of cardboard that were taped together.

Running her nail under a piece of tape, she moved the cardboard, gasping at what laid underneath. It was a sketch of a girl facing the city. She leaned against a railing, the rooftop visible, giving way to the sunset he had drawn. The colors were vibrant and it was expertly done. “Jack, this is gorgeous.”

“Yous like it?” He bit his lip, eyes not meeting hers

She grinned. “I love it. Thank you. This is amazing.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” He shrugged, trying to deflect from her praises.

Lacing her fingers with his, she shook her head. “This isn’t nothing. This took time and I absolutely love it. Thank you, Jack. This was perfect.”

“Good.” He kissed her. “I was really nervous to give it to yous.”

She squeezed his hand, smiling slightly. “Why?”

“Not sure how it would be received.” He shrugged, squeezing her hand, a sad smile on her face.

Putting her hand on his cheek, she gently kissed him, getting him to look at her. “This means so much more than what’s waiting for me under the tree. This took time and you put your heart and soul into it. I love you Jack and this means so much to me. I’ll cherish both of these for the rest of my life because you gave them to me.”

“For sure?” A grin was tugging on his lips as she giggled and nodded.

“For sure. Will you walk me home?”

He nodded, throwing on his coat and shoving his feet into his shoes before holding out his hand for her to take. They walked downstairs, pausing only for her to grab her coat and gloves as the Newsies shouted “Merry Christmas” and many thanks to her.

The two slipped out the door, hands laced as Jack pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to steady her. They laughed as they slipped on a few pieces of ice.

In no time, they ended up in front of her house. Jack pulled her in for a hug and a chaste kiss. “Thank you for everything Ace. I appreciate it more than yous know I love you.”

“Love you too Jack and you’re welcome. Go enjoy the day with the Newsies.” She grinned, stepping up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I may come by later to see you guys.”

He shook his head. “No, enjoy the day with your family. Come find me tomorrow after work.”

Kat grinned, nodding. “I will. Love you. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Love you too Ace. You do the same.” He watched her walk in, giving him a grin before shutting the door. He chuckled at the woman he was head over heels in love with. He was thankful she had pushed herself into his life five months ago.

Walking back to the Lodging House, he tried wrapping his head around the morning. Not only did he find a girl who loved him, but also a girl who loved his brothers and sisters just as much. He knew he had a little bit to save before he could ask her a very important question but for now that would be his own secret.

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #Christmas #newsies drabble #Jack Kelly #Katherine Plumber #Racetrack Higgins #Merry Christmas

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.8

Part 8 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 9

The next match went by smoothly. They had lost to the opponent but they were all light hearted about it. Knowing the consequences, Akaashi gave the signal to begin the lap of diving. With a gym this large, that had to be tiring. They weren't complaining though. You had to remind yourself from time to time that this powerhouse school has reached nationals thrice.

Checking the data you recorded, Yukie, Kaori, and you began to compare notes.

"Bokuto-san has been using his straights a little more than usual." Kaori commented. "Probably wants to polish it or he's just warming up for the day."

"Haruki-san managed to save 80% of the balls for his 4th consecutive game. Better than last time." Yukie added.

"Washio-san managed to block all of the balls or one touched them." You inserted. Amazed at how this silent player was stronger than you'd estimated. Silent people really were deadly.

"Akaashi-san did exceptionally well in the last match." Yukie said. "He's getting used to the other's preferred distances and height now. Analytical skills still as sharp as ever, too."

Feeling proud of that compliment, you silently smiled to yourself. Being in class 6 also meant that your grades had to be maintained in every aspect. Akaashi can do all of those with being a vice captain and Bokuto’s close friend with such ease. Scribbling down a few notes, you stopped and tried to grab the notebook from Yukie.

“Well, well, well~” She lazily teased. “Are you sure you were jotting down their shots or Akaashi-san’s alone?”

“You scribbled his name in different styles as well~” She added once she was by Yukie’s side. Giggling at the 5 different fonts of ‘Akaashi’. “You’re safe for now, little one. But, later before we sleep, better prepare for a little game of truth or dare with the other managers!”

“No escaping.”

A little scared of how serious Yukie was, you nodded and accepted the notebook. Holding it close to your chest, you held onto it like there was no tomorrow. Following the two of them, you found yourself cutting some watermelons

"You're the new trainee, right?" Shinzen's manager asked as she too sliced some watermelons and placed them on a tray. "I'm Mako, by the way."

"(l/n)." You slightly bowed.

"You handle the men really well!" She complimented you. Her light brown eyes focused on half of the fruit. "When I was new, it took a while to get used to such a diverse pack of personalities. It did help that they're soft idiots underneath the rough appearances."

"I'll have to agree." Taking a small piece of watermelon, you savored the refreshing sweetness. "Especially when Bokuto-san goes emo mode, Akaashi really manages to work and balance things out. With the groups effort too, of course."

"Anyway, I'll be seeing you later in our girl's night~" Grabbing the plate, you followed her and walked with a plate full of heavy fruit.

Along with Yukie, the three of you headed to the gym. Finding the boys playing with Karasuno, you couldn't help but feel happy when all the boys looked extra excited for the small sponsored snack. Few moments later, a small watermelon seed spitting contest had begun.

By the corner, you took out your phone to text o-mother. She wanted updates regarding the training and just didn't want to feel lonely while you were hours away. Just as you sent the text, yet another familiar voice made its presence known.

"Uh, are there still any watermelons left?"

Iida? That voice was Iida's. Turning around, you were met with Karasuno's setter. His face showed surprise at the sudden action. What were you hoping for? Of course that wasn't your close friend. Instead you were met with softer features but the similar shade of blue eyes made it feel a bit less lonely.

"I think there's still some by Nekoma's area." You finally replied.

"KAGEYAMA!" The small player whose name you recalled due to Bokuto's stories in the bus, suddenly appeared with light jumping steps. "Ah! That's why you went missing! You're sneaking out to talk to girls!"

"HINATA! YOU IDIOT!" Kageyama slapped Hinata only to have himself being hit as well. " I was just asking her if there were any more watermelons left!"

"Heee~ You could've just went to Nekoma's area instead of asking Fukurodani's manager!" He stuck his tongue out and the fight continued.

In some strange way, the two of them reminded you of Todoroki and Deku.

"OI! KAGEYAMA! SHOYO!" Another familiar voice came running to break the fight. A bit smaller than Hinata, you felt chills down your spine when you realized whose voice you heard. "THAT'S NOT HOW TO ACT WHEN YOUR TALKING TO LADIES!"

Bakugo?? It was weird. Having to hear such familiar voices with different faces holding them.

"Nishinoya! Libero!" He pointed his thumb towards his chest. An ear to ear grin plastered on his lips. The small tuft of blonde gave him that extra oomph.

"Please excuse them," An unfamiliar voice popped in as well. "They get uneasy when talking to girls. Daichi, captain of Karasuno."

Shaking his outstretched hand, you watched as he began to shoo them back into the gym. Giving an apologetic bow, you shook your head and soon followed them.

The little high of hearing the voices of your friends was now dying down. With the match now starting, you began the task of preparing their water bottles. It wasn't that hard but you did take note which bottle they preferred. Yukie and Kaori had to wonder how in the world you retained such tiny details.

The time you dreaded finally arrived.

The hours had flown by a little too quickly for your taste. Sitting in a circle, the female managers were now munching on some snacks that Yukie brought. Yachi and you began to talk about random stuff. It was interesting to hear her story of how she finally understood the importance of being a Townsperson B.

"If it wasn't for Hinata or Kageyama," She lightly scratched her cheek. "I probably wouldn't have found the confidence to become manager."

"Glad you did. Even the smallest of roles can have such a big impact." Recalling a few of your missions, you could feel how the confidence push made her shine even more.

"Okay, ladies!" Yukie now gathered your attention. "It's now time for the highlight of the night. A game of truth or dare."

Groans and giggles filled the room.

Taking a water bottle, she spun it around. Placing your hands in your jacket pockets, you manipulated the air each time the bottle faced you. The first victim had to be Yachi.

"Truth or dare, Yachi-chan." Kaori asked. When she chose truth, her cheeks flared at the question. "Who would make a great couple among the crows?"

This girl was kind but her questions were not.

"Uh, I thi-think," Hiding her face on her palms, Kiyoko and you patted her shoulders as a form of small encouragement. "D-Daichi-san and Suga-san."

Kiyoko covered her mouth and giggled. She nodded her head and agreed at the chosen 2.

The bottle was spun again. It began to slow down but with a little twitch of a finger, it landed towards Yukie. Mako took over and asked the question.

"If you could kiss any player in any of the schools here, which player would you go for?"

Tapping her index on the tip of her nose, she hummed and snapped her finger.

"Kenma." The other girls were a little shocked at her answer. When asked why, she merely shrugged and took a chip. "He's pretty interesting. And his pudding hair reminds me of food."

"Ahh." Both Kaori and you agreed and nodded. Her answer now made sense knowing that she had a thing for food.

The bottle was spun once again and this time it landed a safe distance away. The next to be questioned was Mako. Her question was who among the players would she take to the locker room and spend 7 minutes of heaven with. Yukie was definitely not lazy when it came to interrogations. Thank goodness you had a quirk.

“Kuroo would probably be fun to take into a closet but I think he’s a little too flirty for me.” She managed her thoughts out loud. Staying silent for a few seconds, she finally stated her answer. “Maybe Akaashi-san would be nice. He’s really respectful and pretty.”

The girls began to ‘ooh’ and giggle at her choice. Your two co-managers stared into your soul. Avoiding any sort of eye contact, you turned to face Yachi and sparked a conversation with her. That had to be the worst decision you made for the night. Being a bit too engrossed at such a random topic, you failed to take note of the bottle.

“Yo~ (y/n)~” Yukie’s lazy voice sent chills down your spine. Eyes widening at the realization that you forgot to focus your quirk on the bottle, you uttered a few curse words. “So, what’s with you and Akaashi?”

Mako gasped and covered her mouth. Telling her it was okay, you tried to wiggle your out.

“That’s not really a truth question.”

“Okay.” She crossed her arms and merely gave a lazy smirk. “If given the chance, would you take him to the rooftop and kiss him, tonight?”

“Why not?” You shrugged.

“Noted.” Kaori mumbled to herself, enough for you to hear. “Now that that’s over with, how ‘bout we do an open forum? Like what do you guys wanna talk about? Anything bothering you?”

Things went smoothly after that. Feeling a bit sleepy, you stifled a yawn and stretched without moving. Not that their problems or thoughts weren’t interesting, it was just the fact that today was a rather long day and the futon was very inviting. Reaching for your phone, you checked your messages and found Asami had replied.

Asami-chan: AAHHHH YOU BIIITSHH!! HOW DARE YOU TAKE A PICTURE WITH MY BOKUTO?! AND HOW DARE YOU DID NOT TAKE A SOLO PIC OF HIM?!

You: Drool. Chill. I’ll take one tomorrow.

Opening your mother’s response, you had to love how she sent a full on paragraph about how you should take care and that she misses you even more and a lot of fluffy words that made you smile. Reading the last part, you simply texted you loved her.

The last of the messages was sent no more than 4 minutes ago.

Akaashi: Good evening. Are you awake?

You: Yeah. We’re having a girl’s night here.

It was a bit of a shocker to see that he was now replying.

Akaashi: If you’re hungry, I have a snack bar.

You: Is it even allowed to go out of the rooms this time of night?

Akaashi: It’s still early. And Bokuto-san is still practicing with Kuroo-san so I have some spare time.

You: Can’t get enough of me?

Akaashi: I’ll meet you by the entrance.

Heart beating faster, you were now in a cinch. With the way the girls night was going, for sure you would be teased no doubt if you would mention his name. More so that the question given to you involved the person you were about to meet. Thinking about a reason, you stood up and went towards your bag. Rummaging aimlessly, you saw a napkin and nodded to yourself.

“I’ll be back.” Waving the item, the girls shooed you till you closed the door. Thus began the small run towards the entrance. When the last flight of stairs came, you slowed down and walked. Gotta catch your breath and not look like a fool.

“Hello to you.” You greeted him when you saw him. God he looked so good even with the dim lighting the area had to offer. In his hand were two snack bars. His drenched towel rested on his shoulder. Taking the bar, you sat beside him. Even with all the sweat, he smelled good. “You tired?”

“A bit.” He rolled his left shoulder. “Bokuto-san and Kuroo-san got into a competition and it so happens that I was the only setter in gym 3.”

“Oh.” Fidgeting with the bar, you inhaled and took a big bite. “I, uhh, can massage your shoulders if you want? I have pretty dandy hands”

“You don’t have to.” He stared at his shoes and wiped some non-existent sweat. The prospect of a shoulder massage would be very nice, he had to admit. But the thought of being seen by those two asses in the nearby gym was not good. Scanning the area, he saw the sprinting hill and waited if you would insist.

“I don’t mind.” Tucking a hair behind your ear, you bit your tongue and tried to calm down. “There’s not much malice in it anyway.”

Malice? Where and why did you even think of that word? Wondering why Akaashi stood up, he motioned for you to follow him. When he extended a hand, you didn’t need it but who could resist? Holding on to it, the both of you began to climb up the small sprinting area. Making sure that both of you were now behind the tree, he sat down and leaned on the trunk.

“So, uh, you can face that way to…” Fighting villains was nothing, but having to massage this sweaty man’s shoulders was a feat itself. When he followed instructions, you were now face to shoulder with Akaashi Keiji. This was even scarier when you had to battle with one of the eight precepts of death. With shaky hands, you warned Akaashi that you were about to start. He merely hummed.

When your palms touched his damp shirt, you activated your quirk to aid in relaxing his muscles. One of the advantages of having a quirk like yours was how you could manipulate the heat of your palms. Whenever you had sore or overworked muscles, a massage with your quirk always made you feel a thousand times better within a few minutes. Akaashi leaned in on your touch and let out an exhale. He could feel the effects of what you were secretly doing.

“You really do have dandy hands.” He praised you. Your small fingers delicately massaging the soreness away was something not even his own mother could do. Not wanting to strain you any further, he held on to your hands to signal you to stop. Peering over his shoulder, he gave a small smile and told you that was more than enough.

Leaning back on the trunk, he was amazed at how his body felt much more energized than last time. With your hand still being held by his, he stared at them for a moment before letting go. At the same time, the both of you missed the warmth and small tug.

“Thanks for the massage, (l/n).”

“No big deal.” Feeling that you used a small chunk of your quirk, you were silently thankful he still held on to your hand for an extended period of time. Though, when he let go, you kinda wished he didn’t. “Thanks for the snack bar, Akaashi.”

“Consider it payment for the massage.”

“Hey, hypothetical question.” Seeing him nod, you continued. “What if you, uhh, wake up one morning and find yourself in a completely different world; Different people, environment, everything. What would you do?”

“Hmm…” Giving him a few minutes, you were curious as to what his answer would be. “I’d probably lose my mind for the first couple of days. But I guess I could get information to see if it’s safe or dangerous. What about you?”

“I’d do the same thing.” The crickets were now chirping in the background. A soft breeze passed the both of you causing the leaves to rustle. “What if you met someone in that world? And they make you feel that there’s more to life than having to protect others constantly? Hypothetically, of course.”

“I don’t know.”

“Honestly, same.”

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a/n: hihihi just a sprinkle of drama in this chapter :) hoping ya’ll like this! Akaashi’s lineup still accepting players! Drop a comment or message me if ya’ll wanna be listed :)

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 4 years

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Sing For Me

Ayyyy here we go!! Got this request a while ago and I am very excited that it’s finally done.

Summary: Reader is a singer in a band who our dear boy Merriell takes an *ahem* interest in.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (femme)

Warnings: Ouf Uhm, smut (read 18+ only), protected sex, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), drinking

Word Count: 3.6 K (oml help us)

Tags: @r-ahh-mi @sherlollydramoine @txmel @moon-stars-soul @ramimedley @alottanothing @ramisgirl512 @diasimar (let me know if you wanna be added!)

The night was not panning out the way I had initially thought it would. It was a Friday night, which meant I was singing at a jazz bar downtown. We had a two-hour set, as usual. We killed it, as usual. And we stuck around after to have a few drinks, as usual. What was unusual, was the all-too-attractive man at the table behind us who kept meeting my eyes and smirking my way. I try not to look his way too often, but it’s hard not to.

He’s gorgeous. With large eyes, the colour difficult to pin-point under the low lighting of the bar. He’s got a mop of curls resting on the top of his head, wild and frayed like he’d been running his hands through them to be anything other than a complete mess. A soft pout on his lips, parted ever so slightly. It seems like every time I glance over at him, he’s staring right back at me. And every time he does I have to pry my eyes away from him. I try my best to keep my focus on my friends, tearing my eyes away from the mystery man when the group breaks out into a fit of laughter.

“What’s happening?” I ask, cluing back into the conversation.

“God, she's so clueless.” One friend says, smirking at me teasingly.

I narrow my eyes, “Am not!” I say, mocking offence, “About what?”

“About the fact that you and that guy over there have practically been eye-fucking each other since we sat down.” Another says, giggling as she glances first at the stranger and back at me.

I feel my face heat up, “Have not,” I deny.

They don’t look convinced and I’m about to open my mouth the try to convince them but before I can get out a word the waitress comes over and sets a new drink in front of me. I furrow my eyebrows, looking between the new drink and her questionly.

She giggles at my response and points over my shoulder, “Courtesy of that guy.”

My friends practically start an uproar, laughing and ‘oohing’ and shaking my shoulders. I buried my head in my hands in embarrassment from their actions. I look back up, glancing over my shoulder at the stranger. He meets my gaze, a smirk unfolding across his lips. He raises his glass and winks at me. I can’t help but smile, shaking my head lightly.

“Well?” a friend asks expectantly.

“Well, what?” I ask, bringing my new drink up to my lips. They always taste better when they’re free.

“Aren’t you gonna go say hi to him?” Another asks, raising their eyebrow at me like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I glance back to the stranger, finding him this time turned back to his own friend group, “He’s busy, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Someone scoffs, “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be absolutely pissed if you interrupted their conversation.” They roll their eyes, “Just go thank him for the drink and if it feels like he doesn’t want you to be there then we’ll just leave.” They shrug, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to go and talk to quite possibly the most attractive guy to ever show interest in me.

I contemplate my options. The thought of making the first move makes me nervous, but when I look over and see him and his friends standing up to put their jackets on, I can’t leap to my feet fast enough. I can hear my friends shock at my actions behind me, but all my focus is on him.

“Hey!” I call, “Hold on a sec!”

He glances at me, smiles, motions to his friends to go on without him and meets me halfway, fixing his jacket. His eyes travel up and down my body and a shiver runs through me at the look he has in his eyes. His eyes, that now that I’m closer to him I can see are an oddly captivating mixture of green, blue and grey.

“I just,” I start, fiddling with the straw in my glass, “wanted to say thank you for the drink.”

He shrugs, head rolling to the side, “Don’t gotta thank me, cher.” he drawls, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “Should be thanking ya for that performance earlier.” He whistles, “real good.”

“Oh!” I say, pleasantly surprised, “thank you.”

His grin widens, “I told ya, you don’t gotta thank me.”

I roll my eyes playfully, “Well, whatever.” I dismiss, “I’ll let you get back to your friends, I guess.” I turn to leave but his hand catches my arm.

“Now wait jus’ a minute,” He laughs, “I’m in no hurry. I don’t wanna steal you from your friends but I do wanna get to know ya.”

I stutter, my brain scrambling. I look back at my friends, seeing them giving me a thumbs up and begging me not to fuck this up. I look back at him, his eyes are trained on me, an eyebrow raised, waiting for my answer.

Fuck it.

“I’m sure they won’t mind.”

His smile grows, turning back to the table he had previously occupied and pulling out a chair for me. I smile at him and take my seat, shooting a glance back over at my friend group. They’re barely keeping it together, shocked that I’m actually going through with this. He sits, next to me, gesturing at the waitress for another round.

“You don’t have to buy me another, really I’m okay.”

He dismisses me with a wave of his hand.

“Here ya go, Snaf.” the waitress says as she sets the drinks down and I feel my eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Snaf?” I question once she walks away.

He smiles bashfully, “Old nickname, call me Merriell.”

“Y/N,” I reply.

From there on out the conversation flows. Turns out, he had seen our band play quite a few times over the past few weeks but had never been able to stay long enough to see a whole set and hang around after. He’s an interesting conversationalist. He’ll go from asking questions about the band and me to sliding in sly innuendos that no doubt make my cheeks burn. As the time ticks by we get closer, whether it’s from me leaning over the table to hear him better, or him leaning in to tell a story. By the time my friends come over to tell me they’re leaving, I’m practically on his lap, so intrigued with the way his accent flows over me and the way his eyes keep flicking down to look at my lips, watching with interest when my teeth dig into my bottom lip to hold back a smile.

Somewhere along the line, the conversation does a complete 180, turning from playful banter to low whispers and suggestive comments. I can’t pinpoint when exactly it happened but he’s whispering in my ear, hand resting on the bare skin of my thigh, fingers trailing up just underneath the hem of my skirt.

“I’d like to see how I could make you sing back at my place.”

It’s accompanied by a slight nibble on my earlobe and I feel my breath leave my body. My body moves on complete instinct, hand moving to cup his jaw, fingers framing his ear so I can tug him down into a heated kiss. He hums pleasantly against my lips, fingers flexing against my thigh while his other hand comes up, brushing his fingers along my jawline.

When we break away we’re breathing heavily, noses still touching and staring at each other. He smirks again and I’m quickly realizing just how much trouble this man could be.

“So, whaddya say? Wanna get out of here?”

I nod, swallowing and clearing my throat before letting out the breathiest ‘yeah’.

It takes us all of five minutes to hail a cab but the entire time we’re waiting, his hands are absolutely relentless. His eyes stayed trained on the road, his lips next to my ear, whispering into it while his hands dance up and down my body. When we get in the cab it’s not much different. He’s practically laying on top of me, hand gripping my hip, pulling it against him while he kisses me, slow, deep and dirty.

“The poor driver,” I mumble against his lips.

“Don’t care,” he replies, teeth tugging on my bottom lip.

His lips trail down my neck, sinfully hot, and I can’t help the hum of pleasure that rumbles out of my throat. The drive couldn’t be over fast enough.

When he finally gets me out of the cab and into the apartment, the first thing he does is slam me against the door, capturing my lips once more. My hands find his abdomen, touching first above the soft fabric of his shirt before finding their way underneath to feel the lean muscle there. He exhales on a gasp when my nails drag down his sides, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a mark. My hands move to tug on his jacket, wrestling with it until I can get it down his arms and thrown somewhere behind us. His hands, between grabbing my hips and pulling them against his, work my jacket off as well. He lets it drop behind me and then he’s grabbing my hips again, tugging me forward as he starts to maneuver us throughout the apartment.

He leads us down a hallway, halfway down becoming too impatient and pressing me against a wall. He presses against me, moaning urgently and a wave of confidence moves through me. I bit his lip harshly and push him to the other side of the hallway, his back hitting the wall with a soft ‘thump’. He looks at me with heated eyes, mouth dropped open in shock. He watches me intently as I grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it at him. His mouth tugs into a smirk, his eyes taking in my newly exposed skin as I walk towards him. My hands fall to his sides, fingers dancing over the skin as I press myself up against him.

“Feisty,” he growls, leaning down to kiss me again. His hands find my ass, gripping it tightly and using the momentum to grind our hips together.

“Bedroom,” I mumble.

He hums in agreement, hands moving to my hips again to guide me into the bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and I wonder briefly if he has roommates. But the thought is gone as soon as it came when he pushes me away to tug his shirt up and over his head.

We stand there, breathing heavily while we look at each other. He’s all lean muscle and tanned skin that longs to be marked up. The outline of his hard cock visible through his light-washed, worn-out jeans. The air between us is warm, sexual tension crackling like electricity in the open space. Without breaking eye contact, I reach behind me, pulling the zipper of my skirt down and letting the fabric fall to my feet. He swallows heavily, eyes scanning over me as his hands reach down to start unbuckling his belt. I walk towards him, hands covering his to take over his actions. His lips capture mine, hands moving to my upper arms, just resting there while I work his belt off and start on his button and zipper.

Instead of letting him tug them off, my hand works it’s way into the loosened fabric, letting my fingers glide over his length through his briefs before palming him. His hips twitch against my hand, rocking steadily. He moans softly against my lips, fingers gripping my arms tightly. My fingers flex around his clothed length and suddenly he’s pushing me back on the bed, discarding his pants and boxers behind before crawling up the bed to me.

“Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he growls, lips trailing up my chest and neck, sucking deep red marks as he goes. My legs wrap around his waist, moaning excitedly when I feel his cock drag against my still clothed pussy.

His hands work first on my bra, unclasping the back and pulling back just enough that I can throw it across the room, hearing it hit a wall somewhere off to my left. They then work their way down my body, fingers trailing down my breasts, my stomach before finally resting against my mound. I whine, feeling his fingers start to rub against my clit over the thin fabric.

“So wet already, cher.” He moans, “Wanna taste you, ya gonna let me?”

I can’t nod fast enough, desperate to see what his mouth is capable of. He moves down my body, sucking, licking and biting wherever he sees fit. By the time he gets to my clothed heat, I’m near panting for it. From his place in between my thighs he stares up at me, eyes heated and teasing as he leans down to place a soft, teasing kiss to the fabric. My hips twitch slightly, anticipating his every move. His tongue comes out to lick a hot stripe up my heat, flicking at my covered clit with the tip of his tongue. And then he’s finally rolling my panties down my leg, his lips finding my heat as soon as they’re out of the way.

His arms wrap around my thighs, holding my hips still while he runs his tongue between my folds. It’s warm and wet, alternating between dipping it in and out of my heat and flicking it against my clit. My hand finds his hair, gripping his curls between my fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave mine, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against me.

I can feel myself getting closer, my hips rolling against his tongue, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. One of his hands move, leaving its place at my hip to sink two fingers into me. My head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds my g-spot.

“Fuck,” I gasp, free hand gripping the pillow behind my head. I can feel myself on the edge of relief, I try to move his head away, “stopstopstop, I’m gonna..”

He stays stubbornly where he is, barely pulling away to utter the words “want you to cum on my tongue.” and just like that, I’m done. My eyes roll back, back arching and thighs clenching around his head as I moan out his name. My orgasm passes in waves, body jerking when he continues to lick and suck at me.

When he finally pulls away, my legs fall to the bed, limp and shaky as I try to catch my breath. His fingers dance across my thighs, laughing lightly when my muscles twitch due to the light tough. I run my hands through my hair, looking down at him with wonder.

“Good?” He asks, the damned smirk painted over his lips, still wet with my arousal.

“Could say that.” I giggle, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up my body to catch his lips in a kiss. My tongue slips into his mouth, moaning at the taste of myself I find there.

His hands slide up my waist to cup my breasts, thumbs sliding over my nipples teasingly. I shiver in response to his light touch, sparks of pleasure radiating from it. He huffs, amused at my reaction. One hand trails back down my body, moving down to grasp my thigh and hoist it over his hip.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” he asks against my lips and just the fact that he’s asking is so hot that my breath leaves my body again.

“I’d let you do anything to me,” I reply.

He groans, capturing my lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to reach into his bedside table, grabbing a condom and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. From my spot on the bed, legs framing his hips loosely, he looks almost god-like. The low lamplight of the room colours his skin near golden. I run my eyes down his body, from his shoulders, down the planes of his stomach, down the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen that leads down to his cock that stands out, long and proud against the thatch of hair there. I watch him roll the condom on, his fingers working to get the latex where it needs to be and I shudder at the sight of them. Long and deft and I can still feel the ghost of them inside of me.

Finally, he grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist and leaning down to brace himself against the bed, “Ya ready to sing for me?”

A slight nod of my head is all it takes for him to push into me. The feeling of him stretching and filling me has me arching up into him, fingers gripping his biceps tightly. His mouth drops open on an exhale, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk.

“Shit,” he moans, “Fuck, that’s good.” he moans, hips flush against mine. He sits there for a second, and every moment that passes without movement has me growing more and more impatient. I open my eyes, not remembering closing them in the first place and look up at him. He has a teasing smirk painted across his face, eyes alive and playful.

I open my mouth to playfully chastise him, it’s rude to make a girl wait, but before I can say anything, he’s pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, a moan ripping its way out of my throat before I can stop it.

“Tha’s it,” he breaths, keeping a slow, but firm, tempo, “Sing for me, baby.”

I find myself unable to deny him and I’m moaning, a breathy sound escaping me at the end of every thrust. He shifts onto his elbow, one hand moving to grip my hip so he can pull me back to meet his thrusts. His fingers dig into the bone near painfully, but the dull pain swirls into the pleasure so good that I can’t find it in me to be too upset about the bruises I know are going to be there tomorrow.

His head is tipped down, lips brushing over the skin of my neck. If he’s not sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin he finds there he’s breathing against it heavily, soft moans and whines peppering his breaths. His thrusts pick up, and as the pleasure builds the reins of his voice loosens.

“Christ,” he grits out, head falling back and straightening his back out. His hands moved to my hips, tightening their hold, “Got me so goddamn worked up...” he trails off, pulling my hips back roughly to meet his. I cry out at the angle this position gives us, his cock dragging against the front of my walls. My hands grip the bed sheets on either side of my head as it rolls to the side.

“Such a nice pussy,” he continues, his words making my ears burn but sending heat down my spine all the same.

If he was attractive before, he’s absolutely gorgeous now. A sheen layer of sweat covers his skin, making him near grow in the lighting of the room. His muscles straining from their movements, jaw dropped in a pleasure so good it’s painful. His hair is wild, wet at the temples from the effort of his actions. My hands grip his forearms, nails digging into the skin there as I feel myself getting closer once more.

“Fuck, Merriell,” I moan, meant to be a warning.

“God, you sound so pretty, moanin’ my name like that,” He groans, eyes rolling back in his head briefly, “Say it again.”

“Merriell,” I whimper, pleasure climbing and back arching. My muscles clench involuntarily around him, fluttering as a signal for what’s to come.

“Shit, are you gonna-”

He doesn’t get to finish the question, my body snapping, arching into his as my second orgasm rips through me, his name ripped from my throat in a near scream. My pleasure only spurs him on, swearing under his breath as his thrusts pick up. He’s still talking, mumbling as his head tips back, slowly as his pleasure climbs, but I’m not sure if it’s even English at this point.

“God, fucking Christ-” he huffs, each word punctuated with a hard thrust. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done for. His hands grip me tighter, teeth gritted tightly as he groans through them, hips grinding their way through his own orgasm. It rolls over him, hips thrusting shallowly to draw out the pleasure as much as he can, whimpering lowly with each wave.

He collapses over me, resting on his elbows as he attempts to catch his breath. My hands come up to rest on his sides, feeling his ribs expand with each panting breath. His lips find mine again, kissing me sloppily, forehead pressed against mine like he just doesn't have the energy to keep it elevated himself.

He pulls out once we’ve both caught our breath, taking a second to deal with the condom and toss it in the trash can beside the bed before collapsing beside me. The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable, surprisingly, it’s quite comfortable.

“I don’t usually do things like this,” I say quietly, he turns his head to meet my gaze, “but am I ever glad I did tonight.”

He grins, laughing quietly and nodding in agreement.

“So are you kicking me out?” I ask after a few more minutes.

He laughs again, wiggling an arm under my waist to drag me closer to him, “Nah.” he says, “I’m not done with ya yet.

Consent is hot, guys.

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stevethehairington · 4 years

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Tagged by: the lovely @scimitar-and-longsword 💕💕

Name(s): my name is Mack, and if this also includes like usernames too then my ao3 is macksdramaticshenanigans and obviously yall can see my tumblr url lol. i have a fandom twitter but i hate twitter so i barely go on it lmao.

Fandom(s): oh boy haha this is a loooong list. as of right now, the main fandoms i’m involved in are The Old Guard and Trust FX, but in the past i’ve written for Skam, Marvel, Good Omens, Love Simon/Simon vs., Shameless, and IT. and ofc there are some fandoms i have not written for that i casually enjoy as well.

Where you post: all my fics are posted on ao3! or are sitting in my wips folder lol. i’ve ocsasionally posted some snippets of writing here to tumblr, but none of those are like full on, proper fics, mostly just me rambling off some thoughts i had about whatever characters in whatever scenarios

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Imagine Being Loved By Me (918 kudos) ((so close to 1k holy shit!!!! if it got to 1k i think i’d actually die of happiness omg)) this is my Good Omens smut fic lmfao, crowley is fantasizing and aziraphale makes it a reality skgjsd. i’m actually pretty damn pleased with how this one turned out, and i never expected it to get that many kudos so that makes me ridiculously happy sfjgfg. (and also podfixx made a podfic of this fic which made me INSANELY happy like that is the coolest thing ever)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): I Have Hella Feelings For You (697 kudos) ahhh this one!! this one is actually my very first ever chaptered fic!! it’s a skam fic, and i have the most distinctive memory of me sititng in my dorm bed freshman year of college, furiously typing away at my laptop everyday for a week because i somehow managed to post a chapter every day until it was finished, which meant i was writing a new chapter everyday. like damn, i really peaked with that huh? lmao

Favorite story you’ve written so far: ahh okay not to like. toot my own horn kgfldg but this question is HARD bc i have a lot of favorites. i’m going to pick a favorite from each of my main fandoms i’ve written for because i’m an Indecisive Hoe okay fdjdf.

- From Marvel: Just Called To Say I Love You this one is my wrong number stucky fic and i actually adore this one so much, and also it actually ended up being WAY more popular than i expected it to? like i was lowkey shook by how many people liked it

- From Skam: If You Love Me, If You Hate Me so. about this one. it’s probably my favorite skam fic that i’ve written. but. it also is the utter bane of my existence bc this is the one and only fic i have ever written and posted that i haven’t fnished gskgjfdlfs. it’s going on soon to be a little over 2 years of sitting on my account as an unfinished wip, but i REFUSE to mark it as abandoned bc i really genuienly DO want to finish it, i just havent written for this fandom in a while and inspiration/motivation is tricky yknow? but anyways. this fic is my soccer au!! it was a gift for a secret santa exchange i believe to a dear friend of mine and i still feel awful that i never finished it but. one day!!

- From Love Simon/Simon vs.: Where I Like You Best i am actually obsessed with this one. is that weird to say about your own fic? i enjoy reading a good soulmate au, but writing them has always been SO daunting to me bc i never feel like my ideas are original enough or like things that havent been done a lot for that trope. but for this one!!! omg i found the BEST prompt for it and it fit these characters SO well and i wrote it and i ended up absolutely loving how it turned out, and i was so proud of myself for writing a pretty successful soulmate au.

- From Shameless: Wooden Floors, Walls, and Window Sills so this one was my second ever gallavich fic, and it’s probably my favorite because i think it’s the best characterization i got of them in all of my fics, and good characterization is one of the most important things to me when i write fic.

- From IT: To What We Might Do is my favorite reddie fic i’ve written! i definitely projected onto richie a teeny tiny bit in it for some parts lmfao, but yeah idk i just love how this one turned out a whole lot, and i enjoyed how i ended it too (esp since endings can be very difficult for me lol). ((BUT also a special shoutout to my fic Imagine Me and You, I Do bc that one is just pure fluff and i adore the concept of someone being just so absolutely in love with someone doing something so incredibly simple and it just rocks their world)

- From Good Omens: I Want To Know What Love Is (did i use the most cheesy title ever? absolutely. do i love it? absolutely.) anyways this fic is one where crowley the demon experiences love and promptly thinks he’s dying.

Fic you were nervous to post: ooh, i mean i’m always pretty anxious about any fic i post because i never know if it’s going to be recepted well or if people are going to like it or hate it or if anyone is even going to read it or repsond to it. especially if the fic is a gift for someone, because i just really want that person to like it yknow? but yeah idk if theres one in particular i was more nervous to post than any others... i guess maybe any smut fic? just bc i never know if the smut is even any good lol

How do you choose your titles?: eaaaaasy, i usually pick song lyrics lol, ocassionally i’ve used lines from a poem, and a few times i’ve gone with a pun, but mostly it’s song lyrics. i usually find a song with lyrics that i think will fit, or if there’s a particular song that vibes well with the fic or that i listened to repeatedly while writing the fic i’ll try to pick the best lyric from that one.

Do you outline?: yes and no lol. it honestly depends. sometimes i outline extensively, but other times i just sit in front of a doc and let whatever happens happen.

Complete: on my ao3 account i have 80 works completed (will be 81 once i finally finish that one single unfinished wip i have posted gahhh). but i know in my wips folder i have a at least one finished fic that i have not and probably will not post. there are also some other things in my wips folder that like technically could be conisdered finished too, but it’s not up to my posting standards so until i fix it so it is it’ll just sit there lol.

In-Progress: honestly there are too many to count lol. i have a shiiiiiit ton of wips (as yall will know if you saw that one ‘tell us about ALL your wips’ tag game post that was going around that i did lol).

Coming soon/not yet started: tbh see above answer bc it’s pretty much the same lol.

Prompts?: so the thing about prompts is that i would LOVE to take them, but it’s very very tricky bc i’m a super specific kind of gal and if i don’t vibe with the prompt it’s very difficult for me to write anything for it. but then there’s also the fact that inspiration/motivation are fickle bitches and they come and go as they please and so taking prompts is hard bc i never know if the stars will align and all that jazz for me to be in the ~ right mood ~ to work on a prompt. this is the exact reason why i have SO MANY sitting in my inbox right now, and i feel so bad for just letting them sit there but ughhh brain function?? how?? lol

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: sooooo i don’t necessarily have any specific works in progress right now (i’ve been so busy lately that writing has been the last thing on my mind and so i haven’t touched anything in weeks) but. i guess if i can ever get my shit together and finish the primo fic i’m close to finishing i’m pretty excited to post that! or honestly if i can actually get myself to finish any of the tog wips i have i’d be suuuper excited to post any of those bc i have not yet posted any tog fics!!

anways!! if you made it to this point thanks for sticking w me and reading through my long winded rambly answers lmao

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IkeSen Daddies when their Child Walk for the First Time (ODA FORCES)

Hmm what would their reactions or scenes will be when their daughter / son walks for the first time ((o(*>ω<*)o))?

NOBUNAGA

It was another peaceful day when Nobunaga reads the documents in his hand, with MC by his side, playing with their first born.

He huffed, there's lots of documents to read and it really drained his energy. Then he glances at his jar of konpeito, reaching out to open its lid.

MC blinked when their daughter stop laughing, following where her attention goes to. It was the jar of rainbow candies in her father's hands.

"*gasp*! A-anata..!"

Nobunaga pauses before he could insert the first candy in his mouth and look at his wife, where she pointed at their daughter. "Anata..! Look!"

He then turned to his daughter and his carnelian eyes widened. His daughter trembled from standing for the first time, MC gulped as she took her first steps towards her father.

"Aahhh I wish I had a camera!!" MC tug on her husband's collar, and he put out the jar in front of him, opening his arms to his daughter.

"Come. You can do it." He chuckled as she's coming towards him more and more.

"Ahhh~ buu O 3 O." She nearly fell to the front, but before Nobunaga could catch her, she balances herself and hold onto the jar and let out a giggle.

Both of them fell silent, and MC shakes her husband "OH GOD NOBUNAGA DID YOU SEE THAT?? AAAHHH IT'S HER FIRST STEPS AAAHHH SO CUTEEEE..!!"

He chuckled throughout his wife's moments of happiness, lifting his daughter up into his arms and kissed her cheek many times. "I'm proud of you." He smiled as she nuzzle to his chest with a melodic giggle.

HIDEYOSHI

"Anata, could you hold ___ for a while? I need to take out his new pair of clothes."

Hideyoshi smiled to his son in his arms, cooing and kissing his nose and small hand that he place on his palm. His first born is so adorable, and he can't wait for him to grow up so he can spoil him and teach him with all he can offer.

"Alright, come ____, come to mommy~" MC take her son from Hideyoshi, and lay him down onto the soft futon to change into his sleeping clothes.

"Oh, it's time. MC, I will go out for a while for final check around the castle. Will be back less than an hour." He peck on MC's lips and his son's forehead. "I guess he will be sleeping by then. Good night, my son." He smiled softly before standing and walk towards the door.

"Eh.. Uhm.." His son whines. "Aww Honey.. Daddy will be back soon alri- *gasp*..!"

That perks her husband's ears. "MC? What's the matt-" He froze.

His son, despite being a baby, has a determined look on his face as he slowly stand on his legs, trembled to keep his own balance.

Hideyoshi automatically kneel down, surprised but eager to see how his son's first steps would be.

One, two.. And three steps. He nearly loses his balance but he managed to stand firm and continue to walk again. Four.. Five.. And six. He giggled as he tug on his father's sleeve, while his other hand tug on the other.

"Mmmf-" Hideyoshi hold back his tears as he glomp his son as a whole. "S-so cute..!! My son is so cute..!!!"

MC: Ahh my husband and son is so cute too .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. 💕💕💕!!!

MASAMUNE

"Mmm.." Masamune first born just woke up from her short nap. She blinked slowly to her smiling mother beside her, kissing her forehead with "Hello Honey~" before continuing to fix the hole in her husband's hakama.

"Daddy is cooking your dinner, he will come here soon, so wait for a moment okay?"

She giggled to her daughter's adorable face, turning to her work back until "Ouch!" She pricked on her finger. "Aahh.. Ow ow.. Now where's the bandage.." She opens every cabinet to no avail. "I guess I have to go see your Uncle Ieyasu for a while." MC take Shogetsu and place him near ____. "Could you please guard her for a while? Hehehe thank you Shogetsu."

Shogetsu purred, as if understanding what MC had said and curved its body all over ____. With that, MC went out to Ieyasu's chamber.

But then again.....

"...and next.." He plopped another mashed carrot into the porridge. "Okay, then.. Hmm. Oh..! The small bits of fis- oof..!"

Masamune look down. It was his daughter, standing while hugging around his right leg, with Shogetsu beside her. Ooh she can walk already. He smiled.

Wait.

She can walk-

"She-" He rubbed his only eye. "She can walk- AGDJSKSLFHF MC \(U A O)/!!!!"

BAM BAM BAM BAM! "ANATA!!!! ____ IS-..Missing..?"

Both of them were dumbfounded. Looks like their daughter had learned to walk by herself, with Shogetsu tagging and protecting her all along until she reach to her father's place.

IEYASU

Ieyasu rock his body back and forth, lulling his sleepy daughter in his arms. He lightly pat on her back, brushing on her short hair locks softly as she slowly fell asleep.

It was then Wasabi mewled outside his door, begging for food. "Hm? I thought I already feed her this morning.." He moved carefully, not to wake his daughter in his arms as he slide the door screen open.

"What is it Wasabi? You want to eat again?"

"Hmm.." His daughter whimpered. "Uh oh."

Wasabi mewled again.

"Oh damn-"

"Nnn.." His daughter woke up. Ieyasu nearly went pale when her whimper gradually change into a sob. He panicked some more when Wasabi bites on his sleeves. "H-hey..! Wasabi..! Be patient..! Ah- don't chew on it..!"

Then she stopped crying. This took her father's attention as she pull out her hands towards Wasabi. Ieyasu let out a sigh of relief; that saves him for now. He let his daughter touch on Wasabi's nose, and suddenly she struggle from his hold showing that she wanted to be released.

"No, no you can't. It is dangerous- *his daughter whimpered again* okay, okay, just becareful- tho I bet you understand what I'm saying." Ieyasu let go of his daughter and about to let her sit beside him, but she didn't.

She's standing on her legs and his eyes are big as a plate. "____? Uff-" Her daughter tugged on his scarf, unintentionally tightening the tightness around his neck. "Mmmf- w-wait..!" She started to walk whenever Wasabi moves, and tugging her father along by the neck.

Ieyasu didn't know which one to feel first. To be happy that she took her first steps or to feel sad she couldn't walk if he take her grip away from his scarf (somehow it's like a support for her to walk) or to be choked for a few minutes or from heaven's help, few seconds.

"My, Anata..! Our daughter had taken her first steps!!"

Ah another help from heaven, his wife had came back from her fabric shopping in town.

"Hehhehe she's playing with Wasabi..! Aren't they cute, Anata (∩´∀`∩)💕?"

"M-MC.. H-help-..!" Now he is thorned between happy or sad or get choked or let MC be happy for while until she notice he was choking or she could enjoy these moments until he fainted.

In the end, he fainted.

MITSUNARI

Whenever Mitsunari baby sit his son, he is not allowed to read a book. Why? Not only anything could happen, but he might missed any important moments.

His son's first steps nearly happen at one time. However it happen when Mitsunari was not looking. He is too engrossed in his book.

The second type it nearly happen. But the moment he put the book down, his son sits down too.

Now he is fidgeting. He didn't know what to do, other than reading a book during his free time. He wanted to snuggle his son in his arms but he also wanted to wait for the moment to come.

MC giggles every time he wanted to reach out and hug his son, but he goes "Mmnnn I can't!" And put his hand back. "Aaahh MC, what should I do (っ◞‸◟c)?"

"Awww Anata. It will happen one day, I'm sure of it."

"*sighs* okay. I guess I will.. Continue to get some more picture books for him." He slumped, turning around towards the door.

"Abubu..!"

He blinked, and slowly look from his shoulder. His heart give an excited "Thump!" when his son already standing on his feet. He giggled, taking one to two steps towards his father while MC gave a knowing smile when Mitsunari look at her happily.

"Come, my son..! You can do it..! I will always wait for you..!" Mitsunari smiled widely, opening his arms to his son. "Ah..!" He quickly catch his son in his arms when he loses his balance. Nevertheless he is overjoyed. "You did it!! MC! He did it!! I'm so happy!!" He kissed his son on his cheeks lovingly as he craddle him into his arms. (BAWWWWW ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ -author herself self explode on this-)

MITSUHIDE

Mitsuhide took his son from MC, as she has to tie her hair into a bun. The wind during the season has made her hair went messy and so it's hard for her to hold onto her son, and tucking her blown hair behind her ear at the same time.

"Hmm?" Mitsuhide could feel his son wriggle in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe he wanted to.. *gasp*" She look at her husband. "Maybe it's time for his first steps?"

"Hohoh not bad. You really got your braveness from your mother hmm? Let's try then."

Mitsuhide let his son tug on his upper sleeve as support as he slowly tried to stand on his own legs. When he completely stable, Mitsuhide carefully let go of his son, watching him take his first step.

Despite his teasing just now, his eyes twinkle from happiness, so does MC. He is a doting father, tho he won't admit it.

"Nnn!"

MC nearly jolt when he about to fell backwards, releasing a sigh of relief when he get to balance himself back.

Then he stopped, turning around to face his parents fully with a giggle.

Mitsuhide laugh softly, smiling at his son with full of proudness.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku Mitsuhide #ikesen

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