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Chapter Nineteen: Mahogany.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

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“Me too.” Finding a table on the back of the restaurant, Billie Dean set their tray and sat down. Wilhemina did the same. With a bright smile, she looked at Venable. “Ready?”

“I suppose.” Wilhemina let out a laugh.

“Alright.” Billie reached for their food and set one of each thing aside for Venable, and then she put their tray away so they had more room. This is weirdly exciting. “The hamburger is called a Big Mac, then you have the delicious fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

Wilhemina examined the food. Gently, she opened the small box to reveal the burger. Not impressive. “That meat indeed looks weird.”

Billie let out a laugh at Venable’s reaction. She reached for some fries and ate them. “Just take a bite.”

“Okay.” Hesitantly, Wilhemina grabbed a napkin and, clumsily, managed to pick the burger up. Lettuce fell down on the table, and her cheeks tinted softly; that was definitely not up her alley. She stared at the burger for a second before leaning closer and taking a first bite. The taste that invaded her mouth was different from anything she had ever tried—it was clearly chemical, but still so delicious. Setting the burger back down, Venable quickly wiped her lips clean.

“So?” Billie Dean stared at her excitedly. She’s adorable.

“I can see your point.”

“Yes!” Billie laughed as she reached for her own burger and took a big bite. “Try the fries.”

With a nod, Wilhemina reached for one; her eyes opened a little more when she tasted it. “Oh God,” she murmured. Shyly, she grabbed another one. “How can it taste so good?”

Billie Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little more. She ate more of her food. “I told you.”

“You can’t make homemade fries taste like that.” Wilhemina reached for her burger again, being careful not to let it fall apart.

“That’s McDonald’s thing. Everything just tastes… different.” Billie Dean took a sip of her milkshake. “Granted—it’s definitely not healthy. But once in a while won’t hurt anyone.”

Venable nodded as she ate. Her eyes landed on the milkshake, and she found herself wanting to try everything. The meat wasn’t good alone, but in the context of the burger it just worked. “What else can you get here?”

I think she liked it. Billie Dean’s eyes shimmered with a happy glow. “Nuggets, ice cream, coffee, chicken sandwiches, hash browns, tiny apple pies… there’s a lot of things.”

“Everything is fast like that?”

“Mhm.” Billie Dean took another sip of her milkshake. Wilhemina’s look was one of pure wonder, almost childlike. How could a grown woman have such a light, beautiful aura like that? I want to know more about her. It was a constant thought on Billie’s mind. Venable was such a mystery, and every time Billie Dean learned a little more, she got more and more fascinated by it. I want her to experience life with me. Being Wilhemina’s first was addicting.

“I can definitely see the appeal.” Venable reached for more fries. They came in a huge box. How much was it? She’d check it later.

“Final verdict?” Billie Dean teased with a cheeky smile, which got her a chuckle from Wilhemina as she took a sip of her own milkshake.

“Approved.”

Billie Dean gasped playfully. “Victory!” They both laughed a little, eyeing each other. When the chuckles died down, Billie bit her lower lip. I should say something. “I… I really like being around you, you know?” She started.

Wilhemina smiled softly. I don’t understand how, but I am thankful for having you. She couldn’t say that. As she thought about an answer that could represent how she felt, her phone began to vibrate nonstop on top of the table. Billie Dean arched an eyebrow. “Sorry.” She quickly reached for it. And then her cheeks tinted even more and her whole body grew hot. On the screen there were a bunch of notifications from Emma; she had just seen the picture Venable had sent—and forgotten about it—to her. The reminder came crashing down in what felt like embarrassment. ’Oh my God.’ read the first message, ‘You are so GORGEOUS.’ read the second one, followed by others with similar content. Venable turned her phone down.

Billie Dean frowned a little. “Someone is shy…” Her words came in a teasing manner, but her chest had grown heavy. She already knew what to expect.

Venable shook it off. “It’s—it’s just Emma.” She gulped and reached to take another sip of the milkshake.

Billie Dean’s smile fell down. She looked away and took another bite of her hamburger, even though her stomach twisted harshly. Maybe saying something wasn’t the best idea. She’s into Emma. Billie would just confuse Wilhemina if she did anything. Being rejected wasn’t going to be fun, either. Maybe I’m better off alone. It was a sad realization. But Wilhemina still deserved a friend, so once Billie Dean swallowed down she smiled again. “Emma, huh?”

Venable kept on blushing. “Y-yes.” She ate a few more fries, trying to calm herself down.

“Everything alright?” Wilhemina nodded. Billie Dean held back a frustrated groan. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Would I? In all honesty, Venable didn’t know. Emma was confusing. They had gone out once—the first date Wilhemina ever had—and they had kissed and they had talked and Venable simply wasn’t used to it. It was all so foreign and anxiety-inducing and why couldn’t it be as easy as it was with Billie Dean? Being alone with Billie was so easy and it came so naturally. We’re friends. But Emma was a friend, too. What was it like to have friends, after all? Wilhemina didn’t know. She didn’t know how to deal with any of that and it was just so absolutely confusing. I miss Purpura. How was Purpura? Venable only then remembered she was alone. More anxiety. “I… it’s—it’s confusing. I don’t know.” Is she even alright with me being a lesbian? So far Billie Dean hadn’t said anything but Wilhemina had forgotten being gay wasn’t an universal experience. What if she’s thinking I shouldn’t be doing whatever I’m doing with a woman? The room was too loud and Venable was having trouble breathing. With quick fingertips, she reached for a Xanax in her purse and washed it down with her milkshake.

Venable had moved so fast Billie Dean barely had any time to process her thoughts. She was focused on Emma, and then on how nervous Wilhemina seemed and all of a sudden she was downing a pill. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question. Billie licked her lips nervously, waiting for Wilhemina to calm down a little before she said anything. When Venable’s chest seemed to be going back to its normal rate, she finally broke the silence. “What’s wrong?” The question was gentle, inviting.

Wilhemina took a deep breath. Everything. She felt herself going back into her shell. “Nothing.” The words came harsher than they were supposed to.

Oh no. Billie Dean was quick to understand the boundary. She nodded, brown eyes falling to their food. What did I do? Things were going so well, and now Wilhemina had closed herself again. “Uh… I’ll go grab myself some water. I’ll be back.” She got up without giving time for Venable to say anything. As she turned around she let out a sigh. Does she close up with Emma, too? Billie couldn’t help but have those thoughts.

On the table, Venable looked down at her lap. She bit her lower lip harshly, nearly drawing blood from it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Billie Dean hadn’t done anything wrong. Wilhemina’s insides wanted to scream and walk away; wanted to go as harsh as a rock and never soften up again. But for what? The past day had shown Venable there was more to life than sternness. Billie Dean had shown Venable she too could have a safe place. But she had to allow people in for that. And that was hard. She doesn’t deserve to feel like that because of anyone. Especially me. Wilhemina took a deep breath, calming herself down. When Billie Dean came back, she looked up at her and quickly blurted out, a little more excited than the situation asked for: “Me too.” Billie Dean frowned. Venable bit her lip again. “I—I really enjoy being around you, too…”

Are you sure? Billie smiled sadly. She had sat back down already, and now poured two glasses of water. “You don’t have to say that,” she murmured without thinking. In her state—whatever it was, for it was utterly confusing—the statement didn’t seem too realistic.

Wilhemina’s face fell when she realized what she had done. I managed to get her insecure. Venable was a honest person; she treated people with harshness when they deserved it, but she was never one to deny a compliment when it was due to. Usually, Wilhemina would get mad at someone doubting her honesty like that, but it was Billie Dean. And Billie Dean clearly deserved a few privileges; she was putting up with Venable, after all. It was more than people did. “I mean it, Billie Dean.” She licked her lips. Billie’s eyes met Wilhemina’s again. Venable frowned slightly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” She hadn’t done that when it came to her own family history, let alone about something so trivial as spending time together.

The way Wilhemina kept on staring at her had Billie Dean nearly nervous. She shifted lightly on her seat, hand pushing one of the glasses of water closer to Venable. After a second, she nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” Venable kept her tone as gentle as she could. And then she took a deep breath, and something inside her struggled to open the box she had been keeping locked for so long. The rock on top of it was growing lighter and lighter by each second. I’ll regret it. “I have… I’m not used to o-opening up…” Her fingers found a napkin and began absently toying with it. Nervousness crawled inside. “I’m not used to… t-that.” Her free hand motioned for the space between them. “And… sometimes, when I-I don’t have an answer I’m a hundred percent sure o-of, or I’m not happy with, o-or it’s just… too personal, I close up. And usually, people don’t even stay long enough to g-get there. So… what I mean…” She took a deep breath, for her chest was tight. “Is that I don’t want to be r-rude. I just d-don’t know how to… n-not. Because I had to b-be like that to protect m-myself. And letting p-people in is… frightening.” The last word came with a sigh. By the time she was done her vision had gone completely blurry by tears.

Billie Dean stared deeply into Wilhemina’s eyes. She paid attention to every single word, engraving them into her mind. Her own eyes wanted to grow misty as well, for she knew exactly where Venable was coming from. Even though frightening, she’s trying to trust me. How much did that mean? Billie thought it could never possibly be measured. She nodded, slow and with a smile that radiated pure kindness. “Thank you.”

Wilhemina didn’t know what she was expecting, but it was definitely not such a sweet reaction. “F-for what?” She sniffled quietly. I can’t cry here. Not with so many people around.

“Letting me in.” Billie’s words were as soft as silk, as comforting as a mother’s hug. Venable’s cheeks tinted a little; shyly, she nodded, and the corners of her lips turned up a little. I want to make her feel like that more often. Billie Dean extended a hand, and with no hesitation, Wilhemina took it, fingers tangling on top of the table as they always did by now. “I won’t go away.”

Had anyone ever said that to her and actually meant it? Lisa. But Lisa hadn’t meant it. Lisa had gone away. Lisa was a lier. Is she a lier, too? Wilhemina didn’t think so. Not with how they were holding hands in the middle of a restaurant. For a second, she allowed herself to believe it. And so Venable nodded. “Me either.” She sniffled again.

“I know.” Billie Dean didn’t. But she trusted Wilhemina’s word more than she had ever trusted anyone’s. Venable’s aura grew brighter and brighter as time went on, which wasn’t something Billie had seen a lot. Her eyes fixated on Venable’s face once again; her eyes were still a little misty, her nose was a little pink and her lips had taken a more rosy tone. She looks like those perfect oil paintings. And to Billie Dean, she kind of was: Billie could look, could feel whatever she was feeling, could think about stroking Wilhemina’s hair and kiss her lips, but she couldn’t touch her. She couldn’t, because Emma had gotten there first, and it wasn’t fair to get in the middle of something so hard for Venable to as much as begin to talk about it. And it was even less fair to allow her confusion to pull her away from Wilhemina. Maybe it’s because of the trip. But if it was, what did it even mean? Being constantly surrounded by people was exhausting. But being constantly surrounded by Venable was nearly comforting. “Are you feeling alright?”

Venable nodded. With her free hand, she reached to eat some more of her fries. “They are really good, after all,” she said after a second.

“I told you.” Billie Dean opened a smile.

“You did.” Wilhemina nodded. And now that the ice had been broken to another degree, Venable felt herself wanting to know a bit more about Billie Dean. After a pause and a sip of her milkshake, Venable looked at brown hues. “You ask me about Emma, but I never hear you talk about anyone.” That was a great way of starting such conversation, Wilhemina had thought; Billie could share only what she wanted like that.

Busted. Billie Dean hummed as she ate. “I don’t really have anyone like that.”

The emphasis on the last word would have caused Venable to close up had they not had the conversation they did. Wilhemina found the answer rather surprising; how come a woman like Billie Dean didn’t have anyone? “That’s certainly by choice, I suppose.”

A chuckle left Billie’s lips. “Why so?”

Shit. Venable nervously licked her lips. “I—I mean, you obviously know you’re gorgeous… and nice to be around. I just figured someone like you would have a line waiting.”

The words were definitely unexpected, and certainly very welcomed. Billie Dean chuckled again, which almost turned into a giggle. Almost. “That’s very sweet of you.”

“I mean it.”

“Me too.” Billie winked at her, ignoring the growing heat on her cheeks. So she thinks I’m gorgeous. “Dating is hard when you’re in my position… people like to take advantage. And being around most people is hard after a while.” She watched as Venable’s features turned into a frown. An explanation would be needed. “People have auras, and they sometimes carry a few… things with them. Things usually not felt nor seen. Finding someone who doesn’t drain me is quite the challenge.”

This time, the urge to call Billie Dean’s crazy theories ‘bullshit’ didn’t even cross Wilhemina’s mind. She had seen a lot by now to know Billie was a serious woman. “It must be hard.”

Billie Dean hummed. “Some days are better than others. But it’s part of who I am… it has always been like that.” Absently, her thumb traced patterns on Venable’s hand.

I wish I could say the same. Wilhemina would never accept her spine as part of who she was. If anything, it was part of who she had to be. “Would you ever change it… if you could?”

The question hit Billie Dean like a rock. She rested her free hand on the table, near the fries she had been eating. It had been a long time she had thought about those magical solutions. She took a deep breath. “No.” Billie shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t. For a long time my answer would have been different. Very. But today, looking back… no.” A pause. She stared at their fingers. Wilhemina gave her time to think. “I’ve learned a lot being like that… I’ve made amazing friends and met amazing people. I am who I am because of it, and I wouldn’t want to trade my essence for anything.”

My essence. Billie Dean’s answer was gorgeous… poetic, raw, honest. And Wilhemina put a pin to think about it later, in solitude, with time. She had never seen things like that, in such a beautiful, optimistic way. No one had ever made her see things like that. My spine does look like the roots of a tree… It was symbolic to her. It had always been. I don’t know my roots, but I have roots of my own. And that was Venable’s essence, in a way. “That’s beautiful… everything you say is. I admire your way of working the words.”

Billie shook her head. “It’s just honest… honesty is beautiful.” Wilhemina supposed so. Billie Dean played gently with Venable’s fingers still, eyeing them as she thought. “Why did you ask me that?”

“What?”

“If I would ever change it.”

“Oh…” Venable nervously licked her lips. Honesty is beautiful. Right now, she had taken these words to her heart. And so, with much strength to lift the rock, Wilhemina took a deep breath. “I often think about how my life would have been if I were… normal.” Billie Dean’s features were crowded by a frown. “I mean… t-the cane.” Venable gulped. This time, she kept on staring at Billie’s kind brown eyes, for she had found they helped her calm down. “A-and… my… m-my… m-my back.” Her throat had formed a knot. Wilhemina struggled to not let it get too tight. Her hands began to tremble.

Billie Dean felt the fingers intertwined in her own shaking. She squeezed Wilhemina’s hand, caressing it and trying to bring her to reality. What was wrong with Venable’s back? It was a little different, she had noticed, but not that much. Wilhemina barely limped, too. I don’t want to dismiss her pain. “I understand that… b-but it’s also what makes you so special.” Billie was taking a shot in the dark. “I’m sure you’ve learned a lot with it. Besides, y-you’re beautiful. Your back doesn’t make you less gorgeous, less worth it, less of a woman nor less of a human.”

The knot got tighter. Wilhemina gulped again. “I-it doesn’t?” Her voice came just like a scared child’s: small and low and about to tremble.

Billie Dean felt herself being taken by an urge to do something. Anything. She didn’t know what. But she needed to help Wilhemina. How could Venable not see herself as the amazing woman she was? There must be something else there. “No, it doesn’t.” She shook her head. “You… you should see yourself from my eyes,” Billie said without really thinking.

“What do you mean?”

Fuck. Only then Billie realized her words. She can’t possibly know I’m into her, so I might as well just be honest. It was a worth sacrifice. “I don’t understand how you can think anything could make you less of a person… you are simply phenomenal. I know you know your work is one of the best out there, but I don’t mean just the work. These two days we’re spending together is showing me just what a brilliant mind you have… how you see the world, how you treat people you care about. And how beautiful you are… even with bed hair and a clean, sleepy face.” She smiled a little. Venable let out a faint chuckle. “That’s what I mean.”

The compliments were so utterly foreign. Wilhemina almost believed them. She smiled shyly, shaking her head. “That’s not how the world has treated me.”

“It should have been,” Billie Dean didn’t skip a beat. Venable stared at her. “The way people treat you has nothing to do with you. That’s on them. Hell, I know I would be locked away in a psych ward if I listened to how the world wants to treat me.” Billie watched as Wilhemina slowly bit her lower lip, absorbing the words. Their eyes were still glued to one another. “You are one phenomenal, gorgeous woman, Wilhemina. Show that to people, but most importantly, show that to yourself.”

Wilhemina’s chin trembled, but she refused to let the tears out. I want a hug. She didn’t dare asking for one. Instead, she squeezed Billie Dean’s hand. “T-thank you.”

“Of course.” Billie smiled sweetly.

Venable returned the smile before reaching for the glass of water Billie Dean had poured to her. She took a sip and focused on calming her nerves down, for she could still feel herself trembling. After a minute or two, she looked down at their food; it was all nearly gone, saving from some of the fries. “Thank you for the meal.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Billie shook it off. “Do you want to share an ice cream?” Wilhemina nodded, even though she wasn’t really hungry anymore. The food was just too good; some self-indulgence was deserved. “Alright, I’ll go grab it. Is there anything you don’t like?” Venable shook her head. “Okay.” Caressing Venable’s hand one more time, Billie Dean got up and followed to the cashier. Wilhemina took a deep breath. The words Billie had told her kept on spinning inside her mind. She wanted to remember them. And with that purpose, she reached for the pen and purple notebook in her purse and began to write down everything she thought was important. Essence. Show it to myself. Phenomenal. Not less of a person. Not my fault. Gorgeous. Special. Worth it. Billie Dean. She read the words. Gorgeous, special, worth it, Billie Dean… she is. Venable bit her lower lip and closed the notebook, putting it back inside her purse. Then, she reached for their trash and pushed it to the side to make more room for the ice cream. Soon enough, Billie Dean walked back to the table. “Vanilla, chocolate syrup and m&m’s,” she said happily.

“Sounds delicious.” Wilhemina sat up a little better, smile already on her lips.

Billie Dean sat down and handed her a plastic spoon. “It’s called a McFlurry.”

A chuckle left Venable’s lips. “That’s a funny name.”

“I think so, too.” Billie took a spoonful and pushed the ice cream closer to Venable. Carefully, Wilhemina did the same. Brown eyes watched as she tasted it. “So?”

“It’s delicious, of course.” Wilhemina took another spoonful, which got herself a sweet laugh from Billie Dean.

“I’m glad you like it. See, I know how to get the good stuff,” Billie teased.

Venable hummed. “You sure do. I’m never doubting your food skills again,” she teased back.

Once again, Billie Dean laughed. “You’ll have to trust me in one more thing, then.”

“Okay…?” Wilhemina arched an eyebrow.

With a cheeky grin, Billie grabbed a fry and dipped it into the ice cream. Then, she offered it to Wilhemina. “Open up.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Trust me.”

And how couldn’t Venable? With a chuckle, she opened up. Slowly, she began to chew the fry, eyes never leaving Billie’s expectant ones. The salt mixed with the chocolate and the sugar in a way that was unique, the distinct fried taste laced deliciously with the vanilla, creating a combo that was so unexpectedly good. She blinked once. “I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s actually… really good.”

Billie’s smile grew even more. “It’s a delicacy.” She grabbed another fry and repeated the process, only this time she was the one to eat it.

“If you say so.” Wilhemina took another spoonful, soon reaching for a fry.

“I do so.”

Venable chuckled. She shook her head, smiling to herself as she savored fries and ice cream. Fries and ice cream. It was almost like her and Billie Dean, in a way… Wilhemina never thought, in a billion years, that someone like Billie Dean would make her feel the closest she ever did to being comfortable, and yet, there they were; laughing as they shared ice cream and fries. I wish I had met her sooner. “Can I ask you something.”

Billie Dean took another spoonful. “Mhm.”

“Will we… will we stay like that? When—when we’re back to… life.” Wilhemina knew the question didn’t make sense. She herself didn’t understand why she was asking that, but she needed to know. Would Billie Dean stay?

What does she mean? The question made no sense, indeed. But Billie Dean found herself not really needing to understand its sense, for she thought she understood its meaning. “Of course we will. We’re friends.”

Venable licked her lips. I’m stupid. But she didn’t feel judged; only by herself. “Will you still want to… do that when we’re back?” Did friends even ask each other those things?

She’s afraid. It was so sad to realize just how hurt Wilhemina had been and still was. Billie Dean had had her fair share of heartbreaks, but she doubted she could understand how things had affected Venable. I don’t want her to ever be lonely again. “Every single week.” She lifted a pinky up. “Pinky promise.”

Venable’s eyes sparkled. A forgotten memory crossed her mind: her and Olivia hiding from a storm under the blankets—they promised to never stop being friends. Wilhemina wrapped her own finger around Billie’s. “Pinky promise.” Maybe I’m not so stupid, after all. Her insides filled with nostalgia, and it brought happiness along. I wonder how she’s doing… she would love Billie Dean.

“You can never break it, now.” Billie let Venable’s finger go.

“I won’t.” That was a promise, and Wilhemina took her word very seriously.

Billie Dean was about to answer Wilhemina when her phone began to ring. She reached for it, seeing an unknown number. With a frown, she picked it up. “Hello?… oh, yes, it’s she… thank you so much, we’ll be ready.” She set the phone back aside. “The driver is coming.”

Wilhemina nodded as she took another spoonful. “Okay.” She pushed the ice cream towards Billie Dean.

Even though Billie could definitely eat more of it, she had realized how much Venable seemed to have enjoyed it. So, she shook her head. “I’m pretty full. You can finish it.”

“Are you sure? I’ve had plenty.”

“I’m sure.” Billie Dean smiled. She reached for their trash and got up to put it in the bin. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Wilhemina reached for the ice cream again and took another big spoonful. She has this childlike wonder… It was so rare. I don’t ever want to hurt her. Walking back to the table, she sat down again. “How are you feeling about the flight?”

Venable hadn’t even thought about it so far. She pondered. “I’m not as nervous.”

“That’s good. There’s no reason to.” Billie was so used to flying it had become second nature to her.

In Wilhemina’s mind, she could find a thousand reasons to be worried. But she tried not to think about them, for there was no use. Instead, she nodded. With another spoonful, she finished the ice cream. That might have been one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had. She could understand the appeal, now. “Thank you for the food,” she said once more.

Billie Dean reached for the empty container and shook her head. “It’s my pleasure, I’ve told you.” She quickly put it in the trash before checking the hour. “We should get going.”

“Yes.” With the help of her cane, Venable got up. After the conversation with Billie, using a cane didn’t feel so shameful, for once. They walked outside, and there the driver waited for them.

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cybernecromancer365 · 2 years

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Rollins to the Rescue

A.N. Part of a short story loosely based on 19x19 that I really want to finish. Still a rough draft. I took a small liberty with Rollins’s backstory.

It was just supposed to be lunch. Cheap, quick lunch.

Rollins cleared her throat and squirmed in the leather booth—the damn thing felt like real, genuine leather, not that synthetic stuff at big Mike's burger joint down the street. She glanced around at the rich patrons—a woman with a pearl necklace tossing her head back in that oh-so-fake-laugh as soft jazz played overhead, the fancy ambiance suffocating.

"You look uncomfortable detective."

Rollins glanced to Alex who read the leather-bound menu in her hand. "Your fancy law degree make you a mind reader too?"

"It's hard to miss the disdainful scowl on your face."

Rollins looked at the menu and tried not to jolt at the prices that twisted her stomach and stole her appetite. "I think I'll go with a salad—"

"Same."

Alex lifted a ﬁnger in the air catching a passing waiter and they placed their orders.

Game time. It was time to put her interrogation skills to use. She'd appeal to Alex's concern for Liv. She caught the look in Alex's eye at the sight of Liv's watering eyes. "So uh...wow..." Rollins steadied her breath and leaned back. "That case was pretty upsetting."

"You have no idea—"

"But Liv..." She all but lurched forward bringing her forearms to the table surface a little too hard. But she didn't care; these richies could suck it up and deal with her country. “Man..." She looked up to make sure she had those blue eyes focused on her. They were. "She goes through so much for all of us, and the victims. Like she's taking two bullets at once."

A twitch sparked something uneasy in Alex's eyes.

"It's crazy to see what she’s dealt with. Most people, cops even, would've broken by now if they had to endure what she has."

Alex looked away. "Liv is not "most people”."

"Goddamn right about that." She said with a hearty smile; the restaurant silencing even further as Amanda glanced around catching the disapproving gazes on her following her outburst. She held up a weak hand to the table across from them.

With a smile almost too proud she looked over, taking Alex's cocked brow with stride. "I don't wanna know what kind of place the squad room would be without her.” She softened her voice. “This is probably one of the best PD's I've worked at. You two have history?"

"That's putting it lightly."

Rollins perked at the revealing answer. "How long have you known her?"

Alex turned to her. "Doesn't sound like you’re interested in courtroom stories detective."

"...you know…my mom always wanted me to have one of those fancy degrees. Couldn't stand the fact that I would've rather rolled in the mud with the guys."

"What was your point in having lunch with me? What do you want?" Alex’s gaze sharpened.

"Nothin’.” Rollins glanced away. “What're you gettin’ at?"

"I can tell when people are hiding something."

Amanda gave a crooked grin her gaze drifting about. "Don't tell anyone...but...I'm a sucker for true love when I see it."

Alex's face fell. "A-Are you implying that we—"

Amanda’s gaze shot up. "No—oh God no!" She realized her mistake and jutted out a surrendering hand. "N-Nothing against you though—"

"Ouch Rollins." Alex deadpanned letting her company crumble under the pressure with an amused smile.

"I-I'm sure you're great—"

"Doesn’t have to be more awkward than it is—"

"I just...don't..." Rollins trailed off and closed her mouth, looking away as she cleared her throat. "I meant you and Liv."

Alex's brow furrowed. "What?" The hostility in her eyes was unmistakable as the air around them soured.

'Tread carefully Amanda'

"You are way out of line."

"Hear me out." Amanda drew in a breath as she stared at the table top. "She's become a good friend of mine and god..." Rollins shook her head. "I've seen her go through some shit." Her brow drew together. "See and survive some horrible things no one should ever have to encounter." She kept her voice low Alex’s gaze watching intently but warning her not to overstep. "All I'm sayin’ is...before you leave town, do some thinkin’.” Rollins looked away. “In this job we never know what’s going to happen the next day, and we get so used to that feeling that it doesn’t bother us anymore. We get used to losing things, we get used to failure, and eventually don’t realize when something good is right in front of us. Then, when we finally do, it’s gone, sometimes for good." She paused, seeing a myriad of emotions in the woman’s eyes as Alex looked away. "Y'all should tell each other how you feel before it's too late.”

Alex's gaze shot to hers, scathing. "So now you’re the expert on our “relationship”. Why do you think I have feelings for her at all?"

Rollins searched Alex’s gaze, the former prosecutor’s resolve wavering in the very back. This woman needed another push. "Do you know what's happened since you've been gone?”

Alex’s gaze narrowed.

“You don’t, do you?"

"Liv and I don't talk on a regular basis." Alex averted her gaze. “Not anymore.”

"She wouldn't tell you anyway."

"Tell me what?"

"How she's been shot at, taken hostage..." Rollins trailed off, looking at her obscured reflection in the polished tabletop. “There are things I’m not gonna tell you because it’s not my place to say.”

Worry surfaced in Alex’s gaze.

“I’m sure she has wanted to reach out but doesn’t want to bother you…or worry you.”

Alex looked away, clenching her jaw.

“And then she’s too busy tryin’ to be the dutiful protector all the time." Rollins leaned forward. "But she's human, tired. Maybe the nature of the job is ﬁnally catching up.” Rollins paused. “She needs someone to look out for her too—"

"I know."

Amanda looked up a bit surprised to hear the admission from Alex, and under the dim lights of the restaurant Alex's eyes took on a watery glaze as the attorney put a hand over her mouth.

"So you two really have been running in circles, huh?"

"I guess that's the problem when you've got two headstrong people engrossed in their own lives and careers." Alex smiled at the table. “They ignore each other, miss opportunities right in front of them.”

Amanda smiled. "I wouldn't say this one's gone." Looking down Amanda shuﬄed in her pocket, pulled out thirty bucks and placed it on the table, looking at her watch with a quick glance. She stood, catching Alex's confused stare.

"You're leaving?" Alex sounded offended that someone would leave her alone at a table. Then again, a woman of her caliber often wasn’t. It was just the opposite. She was the one who had the luxury of leaving first.

With a smile Rollins glanced around the restaurant. "This is a little...too much for me. No one should ever spend this much money on lunch. " Rollins mumbled out the second half of her statement even as much as she would've loved to shake things up and make a scene. To her surprise her words managed to coax a comfortable smile out of the woman below. "I'm gonna grab a hot dog outside the station. Don't let my thirty-dollar salad go to waste." She smiled and walked off, leaving Alex to her thoughts.

#cabenson #amanda rollins #alexandra cabot #they discuss olivia over lunch #my dumb headcanons #law and order svu

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wack-ashimself · 3 months

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The new 'Mr and Mrs Smith' just wasn't worth it...

Before I begin, I do want to say this is more a romantic comedy with action than a comedic action romance.

I say that because DEAR GOD DIALOGUE.

And only 1/2 of it's good.

Pros: This was CLEARLY expensive to make. They go all around the world and rent the most expensive places you could imagine. Ever watch something that makes you go 'I'm so poor, I didn't know that existed for rich people?' You will watching this. lol

You feel, tho rushed, being the circumstances, that their relationship naturally forms and they have some deep conversations that even married couples of decades don't have.

Most of the action was solid...not believable, but solid.

Cons: This was expensive to make. That's why it looks pretty, but you don't really give a fuck where they are. Because it seems a good chunk of the action was more where it took place than what occurred. I mean I love a good shootout as much as the next, but basically NEVER taking a SINGLE bullet from trained killer spies? BULL.

It was dragged out. OMFG. They love each other, hate each other, it was a roller coaster, but not worth the 8 episode wait line. By the end, you just didn't believe their connection anymore. On either side. Both...seemed too untrusting to make something work, IMO.

I mean, they took the original movie, SLIGHTLY changed the premise, stretched it the fuck out...but then the exact same scenes, some even dialogue, was repeated straight from the original movie. WTF. I didn't want just a LONGER version of a much better brad pitt flick.

Just...you could watch this and, like me, think FROM THE BEGINNING the organization they worked for were trying to kill them. Or them each other. But they kept going back to them. WHY? And when they first break up, it's kinda 'you've been talking thru all your problems, and NOW you want to quit?'

It was just all over the place. Then they introduce the main baddy, last episode, saying he is an all knowing god, then go 'see ya next season if you want answers.' See, in the original movie, that made sense. It wasn't who they were or what they wanted; you just know they couldn't have those spies surviving. This they just put click bait at the end of the season so you'll be pushed to ask for season 2 (please don't. Not a single fucking answer they could give would make another 8 fucking episodes of this worth it).

The leads are both great just...weak plot points, dialogue, and shit you could see coming from a mile away. This added nothing original or worthwhile to the mix. It's kinda like when they did those all black whoppers at burger king. Yeah, that's kinda cool, but mostly useless.

Mr. And Mrs. Smith, the long ass fucking movie: 6/10.

ps-best part? NOPE. Cuz I barely laughed and wasn't impressed with most of the series. So worst part. The last episode did what ALL the others were trying to do: milk nostalgia off the original movie. So after John and Jane's big confrontation, house a wreck, they know that they weren't trying to kill each other (finally. Even tho he swore earlier in the series he would NEVER kill her), so they know their employer is just trying to kill them...

In walks alpha John and Jane (another older team). And instead of regrouping and going 'why the fuck are they here?', I swear to fucking god, just because they were running out of time film wise, they stand up and greet them. THEY ADMITTED TO KILLING OTHER TEAMS BEFORE, they show up after they assume 1 or both of you are dead, and you say 'HELLO'!? GOD DAMN IT. And to know Glover helped produced this show makes it SO much worse being Atlanta was one of the best shows EVER MADE. I ain't saying this is the worst thing he's ever done, but def in the top 10, easy.

#mr and mrs smith #donald glover #reviews #movie reviews #spoiler #spoilers

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greetingsfromuranus · 1 year

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umm here for ask game. top 10 vegetables

Ok uhhhhh

1: broccoli is fantastic you can cook it all sortsa ways I like roasting it with a sweet chili glaze

2: Brussel sprouts when you cook em good, roast em up in some oil with bacon bits, cranberries, and honey, and got DAMN you have a good meal

3: fresh green beans roasted up are always great

4: fruits are actually a subset of vegetable so MANGOS I god damn love a good Mango, it's kinda hard to find good ones nowadays (I also haven't gone outta my way to get them in season much) but the good mangos I had when I was a kid were LIFE CHANGING

5: carrots sliced up and roasted in the oven are GREAT throw on all your basic seasonings with a bit of cinnamon sugar thrown in there, put em in the oven till the inside is completely softest the outside is crisp, that right there's just an easy french fry alternative. Vegetables are good for you and there's probably 20 different ones you can make taste like French fries. Eat ya veggies kids

6: hmmm running out of vegetables here lemme ask google... oh potatoes are vegetables, potatoes are god damn great im sure I dint have ti explain those

7: CUCUMERS, I love some persian cucumbers sliced into thin semicircles, pickled with grated carrot in lime juice, mirin, and sugar, then you toss that on with your chicken and rice, oouuuugghhhhhhh it's fucking good. It's just sushi with chicken instead of fish if you do the rice right. Mmmmmmm with some thai peanut chicken, god it's great

8: it looks like garlic is a vegetable so yeah I can get behind some garlic

9: alot of people don't like tomatoes but I feel like they add some much needed moisture and freshness to a burger/chicken sandwich, as long as they're cut thin and positioned right, they're really important to me in my burgers :3

10: mushrooms are low here because I LOVE the flavor they add to gravy, it's fucking fantastic, but I HATE the texture. It feels like fatty dead flesh in my mouth. Eating mushroom gravy on pork TASTES great but the mushrooms make my brain think I just bit into a big chunk of pork fat. And it Grosses me out. Now if you reeeeally dice em up, that's gonna get you some perfect delicious gravy!

And I guess that does it for my top 10 vegetables :3

#longpost #food

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Congrats on your milestone!! Love your writing and since you're doing the whole "milestone party" I would like to ask if you could write something about reader and first baby. It could be something like them being very happy in the beginning, anxious by the end of the pregnancy but in the first weeks after the baby is born everything being caotic, the reader is stressed and sometimes they fight for something silly and it could have a happy ending, maybe he preparing a special surprise for her, some smut and they kinda "reconnect"... I don't mind if it gets too big, I would appreciate if you like the idea, It can be sy or walter, their POV, the reader can have a name too if you'd like. Thank you so much and congratulations again 🎉🥳

Here comes the second fic for my milestone celebration 🥳

Dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt 💜 I love it and it made me think of Walter and his bumblebee from my fic Closer immediately. So I hope you don't mind I made this a follow up.

I tried to include all your wishes and I hope you like the struggles, the fluff and the smut.

🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲

MAYBUG

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Summary: Walt and his wife are stressed out and enjoy a little escape. Follow-up to Closer

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Sex (p in v), fingering, dirty talking, kinda light breeding kink, masturbation, mentioning of sex toys and voyeurism, mentioning of problematic birth

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: pics for the header from pinterest.

I don't own Walter Marshall (unfortunately)

If you like this story, check out my masterlist!

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I'm sure it wasn't so stressful with Faye when she was a baby. She was a whirlwind, challenging her mum and me 24/7 as soon as she was able to walk but I'm pretty sure in the first year she was a little angel, not doing much more than sleeping, eating and lulling us into a false sense of security, making us think the peace would last forever.

Maybe it's gonna be the other way round with our little maybug. A chaotic first year and all the peace afterwards.

We've been on an emotional rollercoaster ride for almost two years now. Y/n stopped taking the pill shortly after our engagement and a few months before our wedding. I couldn't wait to get her pregnant, our sex life was great at that time, we did it as often as possible, having the time of our lives, enjoying each other and our deep connection. When my little bumblebee finally surprised me with a positive pregnancy test after 8 months of very intense trying, we were both beyond happy and completely over the moon and besides the usual pregnancy-related worries and difficulties everything went well.

That was until y/n went into labor and suddenly everything turned out to be very different from what we both had wished for. There was no calm atmosphere, no peaceful water birth but a lot of stress and anxiety instead when unexpected complications occured. I wasn't solid as a rock for her, I was a nervous wreck and very disappointed in myself but my wonderful wife was incredibly tough, fighting to be strong for both of us with fierce determination. She was no bumblebee that night, she was a hornet. In the end she had an emergency c-section and our little boy was born after almost 24 hours of labour on a mild Saturday night in May. When we finally held this perfect, beautiful little bundle of life in our arms all pain and fear was forgotten and we cried together for joy and gratefulness.

Now, six months later, we're still very happy, enjoying our family life and our time together. I've stepped back from work a little, doing office work mostly, staying away from the time consuming major cases. It's hard sometimes to be condemned to just watch my colleagues working in the front-line but I know it's worth it. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, the mistakes that ruined my first marriage and jeopardized my relationship with Faye. Besides that y/n needs my support, although she would never admit it. Our little maybug suffers from colic and cries a lot so she's constantly sleep-deprived and on top of that she tortures herself with self-reproach because breastfeeding didn't work and our baby son only gets formula, which -in her eyes- is the reason for his regular pain. She's constantly stressed out, tense and oversensitive and we fight over the most silly things.

When she had a nervous breakdown the other day because she hadn't managed to cook dinner for me after another night without sleep and a whole day of trying to calm down a crying baby in pain, I decided it was enough, that she needed a break, I needed a break and maybe even our little muffin needed a break from his worn out parents. So after y/n had a good cry on my shoulder, listening to my comforting words that made her relax a little, I made her her favorite sandwich, sent her to bed after she'd enjoyed it and took our little boy on a ride. He likes it when we drive around in my truck, the sonorous sound of the engine has a soothing effect on him and eventually he stopped crying and fell asleep, just as exhausted as his mom. I got myself a burger from the drive-through, ate it in the parking lot and I came up with an idea for a little treat for me and my wife.

And now here we are, sitting in the huge tub in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel suite in our hometown, just 20 minutes away from our little boy who's staying with y/n's sister for the weekend. It wasn't easy to convince my wife that he's going to survive one night without us and that we really need some time for us but now, after a romantic candle light dinner and a special treatment afterwards she really seems to enjoy our little escape.

"God, Walt...you were right, I needed this. The food was delicious and your massage worked wonders. Thank you so much, papa bear."

She's sitting in front of me in the steaming hot water that smells like tropical flowers, her body covered with lush foam, her back resting against my chest, her butt between my spread legs, pressing against my cock.

"Well, it wasn't a Tantra massage but I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway." I press a kiss on her hair and hug her from behind. "I enjoyed it too, by the way. My hands all over your wonderful backside, that was very sexy," I whisper in her ear before I start to caress her breasts while kissing her neck. Damn, I love her tits, even more now after the pregnancy. They are so soft, so welcoming and warm, plus they are bigger than before, perfect for burying my face in them or for a filthy boob fuck.

Y/n moans softly under my touch and I go on, determined to make this date night unforgettable. After a while I let one of my hands glide over her belly, that wonderful part of her body that has carried our child and that is so smooth beneath my rough palm. I feel the stretch marks she hates so much but I kinda love them. They're like a map that shows what she's been through and what the female body is capable of. For her it's a flaw, when I look at it I see nothing but strength. With that thought I slip my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, my fingers gliding through her swollen folds, provoking one of these drawn, hoarse moans that always escape her mouth when she likes what I'm doing and that turn me on so much. She cranes her neck to look at me and I bent my head to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, tasting sweet and promising. I moan into her mouth, one hand on her tit, kneading it intensely, giving her erect nipple some extra attention with my thumb, one hand on her pussy. I keep on stroking her clit while we make out and she moves her hips, rolling them slowly against my rock-hard cock.

"You like that, baby?" I want to know, panting into her ear.

"I like it a lot…", y/n sighs, bucking her hips. I know exactly what she wants.

"How about that?" I stretch my arm, shifting my position a little to penetrate her slowly with two fingers, brushing them against her g-spot with light pressure.

"Fuck...Walt…"

Her moans are getting louder with each thrust into her cunt, her hips moving rhythmically. I stimulate her clit with my thumb and I can tell she's close, putty in my hands, a whimpering, panting mess and I love it.

"Mommy's still my little whore, right?" I ask, my voice rough and thick with arousal and desire, my dick throbbing, pressed against her ass. "Look at you, riding my fingers like the good girl you are. I love how that feels…"

I fingerfuck her harder and it doesn't take her long to cum with a loud moan, my name on her lips on top of her orgasm. She rides it out slowly, breathing heavily and I give her some time to recover before I grab her by her waist, lift her up and make her sit down on my cock. I can't wait another second, I need to feel her from the inside, her tight pussy stretching around my thick dick. She sighs when she easily sinks down on it, starting to ride me immediately, eagerly, greedy. She's still hungry, ready for more, giving me a hard time to pull myself together. I'd love to just rail her, to thrust into her cunt mercilessly to reach my own high but what I want even more is to see her come undone again, to make her fall apart on my dick, milking it when she cums again. So I hold her hips in a vice-like grip, pressing her down and she stops moving, waiting for me to take over. I let go of her hips and fuck her slowly, thrusting into her from underneath, caressing her tits, showering her shoulders with sloppy kisses.

She follows the rhythm and the pace I set and we both moan in unison. She reaches between her legs and starts touching herself which turns me on even further. I love watching her when she pleasures herself. She was a little hesitant about in the beginning of our relationship but when I even bought her some toys, she believed me that it was okay to masturbate in my presence, that it drove me absolutely wild to watch her, that I would fuck her like a predator after seeing her cum just by the touch of her own hands, using the toys I had chosen and allowed her to use. Today is no exception. Her soft moans and appreciative sighs are music to my ears and as soon as I fix my eyes on her fingers that circle her clit, while she strokes the shaft of my pounding cock with her other hand, I lose my shit.

I press her against my body and fuck her so hard and fast that the water spills all over the edge of the tub. She comes again shortly after I orgasm with a noise that's half grunt and half growl, arising deep from within my chest. My balls tighten and when I feel my cum shooting through my dick her pussy clenches around me and her body is trembling on top of mine. She cries out loud when I fill her up with my seed and I'm sure she knows that I imagine breeding her, when I keep on thrusting lightly, not pulling out even after we've both come down from our highs and my hard-on softens.

I know we still have to wait a few months till she gets pregnant again because her body needs time to heal but I guess it doesn't hurt to practice as often as we feel like it and to dream of adding another little bug to our family.

🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲

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miiracleangel · 3 years

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midnight moments

with the hot middle blocker squad

Suna, Tsukishima, Mattsun, Kuroo and Tendo

how i feel some midnight talks with some of our favorite middle blocker boys would go.

⚠︎︎ light nsfw and mentions of nsfw but it’s mainly fluff and chaos with tendo

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Suna

Your lift your head up from your boyfriends chest to look at the time.

2:34am

“Fuck me” you whisper to yourself annoyed

“How can you think about fucking at a time like this” your boyfriend sleepily asks startling you. Moving his body from under you and flipping you both over with his body hovering over yours.

“ You scared me, i didn’t know you were up” you said while looking wide eyed at the ceiling while your boyfriend starts kissing at your neck and trailing down your chest before coming to a halt.

“Wait so you didn’t say that to me?”

“No Rin I was mostly talking to myself but please continue” you say quietly and amussed.

“Fuckkk thattt i’m going back to sleep” he says as a pout forms on your face watching him lay his head on your chest.

“Talk to me Rin”

“about?”

“anything”

“Alright well today Osamu “accidentally” rolled the ball cart into Astumu today and instead of apologizing Osamu punched Atsumu in the face”

“Wh-“

“Apparently Atsumu ate Osamus breakfast instead of making his own and that was his revenge”

“which one is Atsumu and which one is Osamu again”

“I don’t know”

“Rin what” he lets out a breathy laughs at your response. “Osamu has the grey hair, Atsumu has the yellow hair” he answers

“When did you finally realize you can tell them both appear?”

“two days ago”

“oh my god Rin”

“I’m playing it’s been awhile, it’s not exactly hard to tell them apart.” he mumbles. His fatigue soon taking over.

“I keep mixing up their names” you tell your boyfriend as he reaches for his phone and starts scrolling through it and brings it to your face.

“You took a video instead of stopping them?”

“yes”

“why”

“That requires me to actually do something about the situation instead of enjoy it”

“Alright Rin” you laugh as he lifts his body up to lay back next to you, laying on his stomach with a arm laid lazily across your chest. Soon sleep starts to creep upon you as well.

“Rin?”

“Sleep hoe damn”

“You’re next to be punched” he laughs at your quick remark and scoots closer to you so now you’re face to face and he plants a kiss on your lips.

“sleep” *kiss* “sleep” *kiss* “sleep-“

“I love you” you interrupt as you turn on your side to face him. Eyes closed, sleep finally taking over.

Your boyfriend smiles at your sleeping form and kisses your lips

“I love you too”

Tsukishima

“Oh my god go to sleep it’s 3am”

“cuddle me”

“why”

“Because i can’t sleep and i’m asking nicely”

Your boyfriend huffs and turns around in your bed to face you and pulls you to his chest.

“Thank you” you mumble snuggling closer to him.

“I’m gonna move”

“Don’t you dare Kei”

“Too late i’m moving” he says as he moves to lay on his back. “Now i can’t fall back asleep” he huffs.

“Wanna talk about something?” you ask moving your head to his chest as he put a hand on your back.

“Sure how about we talk about the fact my needy baby woke me up for absolutely no reason”

“ I’m gonna pretend you weren’t trying to make me sound annoying because you called me baby” you remark at him.

“You’re a pain” he remarks back

“And yet here you are next to me” you spit back.

He always loved these kinds of talks with you just back and forth with each other always wanting the last word.

He won’t admit it though you’ll use that shit against him.

“I’m here because you wanted to date me” he continues.

“You asked me out”

“You said yes”

“I should’ve said no”

“You really should’ve” he says making you both laugh at your antics.

“Believe it or not i actually like you and enjoy your presence” you say lifting your head up from his chest and resting your chin on him instead. Seeing him smile to himself while looking up at the ceiling.

“Believe it or not” he says looking down at your face, rubbing the back of his hand on your cheek.

“I’m actually in love with you”

“That’s gross Kei” you say laughing as you scoot up to lay your head in the crook of his neck and start drifting to sleep. “I’m pretty sure i’m more in love with you though”

“That’s embarrassing” he adds

“I know” were your last mumbled words before you fell asleep leaving your boyfriend to cuddle with your sleeping form. Sleep creeping upon him as well.

“I definitely love you more” he whispers into your forehead before planting a kiss on it.

Mattsun

“Issei...Issei” you repeat your boyfriends name while poking at his nose.

“Two more minutes mom” he says with a smile on his face, opening one eye to see your pouty face.

“Awww does my widdle babie have twouble sweeping” he jokingly says with a baby voice earning a eyeroll and a smile from you. He turns over so you both are facing each other.

“Did i wake you up”

��Yeah but i woke up to your dumb face so it’s okay”

“I hate you” he laughs at your reaction and starts kissing your nose between his words.

“i’m kidding i love your face” he says smiling at the end. “You wanna talk about something”

“Like what babe” you say, your big eyes staring at him through the dark room.

“let’s play 20 questions”

“Goodnight Issei”

“I’ll start, what’s your favorite color?”

You look at your boyfriend with dead eyes.

“Y/f/c, but you knew that right”

“of course i did baby” he says with a light giggle. “okay youre turn”

“What’s your favorite food”

“ those cheese filled burger steak things, but you knew that right?” he says making fun of your last remark.

you giggle “of course i did baby”

“Okay Issei next questi-“

“Are you a virgi-“

“you know the answer to that already Issei”

“shit you right” he laughs out at he goes to hover above you and starts kissing your lips.

he flips you both over so your straddling his hips, his hands roam over your ass. Fingers tracing along the hem of your underwear as you rub your clothed slit against his growing bulge

You break the kiss and sit up, stopping your movements

Mattsun let’s out a light groan “no baby keep goin-“

“My turn, if Makki was a girl would you fuck him?”

he looks at you surprised.

“depends”

“ON WHAT”

“If he has a fat ass then maybe but if he’s as flat as he is right now then no”

you look at your boyfriend dumbfounded

“unless i’m with you then obviously not unless...”

“unless what babe?” you ask moving your body to lay next to him with your head on his chest.

“threesom-“

“good night Issei” you move to your side of the bed and face away from him as he has a laughing fit.

“no baby come back next question”

you huff “Last question” you say as he sees sleep is starting to take over your mind.

He smiles at your sleepy face “How much do you love me” he asks tracing your facial features with his fingers.

“Like THIS much” you say extending your arms as far as they go.

“Well i love you THISSS much” he says extending his longer arms the same way you did then he pulls you to lay on his chest as you soon drift to sleep.

“i love you” you mumble

“cap”

“issei”

“i love you too baby”

Kuroo

You huff as you leave your room to go get a drink in the kitchen only to be met with the time on the stove

2:38am

after your drink you slowly make your way back to your room to be met with your shirtless boyfriend sitting up on your bed.

“can’t sleep” he asks as he pulls you to lay your head on his lap as you shake your head at his question. “Talk to me”

“That’s what i’m doing right now”

“well keep talking”

he rubs his hand through his hair “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know Tetsu tell me a joke” you say sarcasticlly just to get your boyfriend to say anythjng.

“I’d tell you a chemistry joke”

“Tetsuro”

“But i know i wouldn’t get a reaction” he says belting out his cackling laugh as you turn your head to look at him.

“nerd” you said to yourself loud enough for him to hear.

“You tell me a joke then”

“What do you do to your chemistry nerd boyfriend who keeps saying bad chemistry jokes?”

“i don’t know y/n”

“you BARIUM alive”

Kuroo laughs even louder at your joke causing you to sit up and smile at his face.

“That was good babe” he says wiping tears from his eyes.

“ I learned from the best” you say planting a kiss on his cheek.

Kuroo lays back down opening his arms to invite you to lay on his shirtless chest. You’re slowly being lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and slow breathing.

“How often do you make chemistry jokes anyway?” you ask him wondering if he annoys his teammates with the same jokes until you were pushed out your thoughts by your boyfriends giggle.

“periodically” he lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes.

“not funny didnt laugh”

“you kids don’t understand good humor”

“Kuroo you’re a month older than me” you say as he gives you another laugh

“babe”

“Tetsu”

“ You make me hotter then sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate”

“you make me vomit” he laughs at your remark before kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head up to face him and he stares at you with an adoring face rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “don’t vomit on me” he says breaking your concentration, you roll your eyes and sit up on your elbows.

“Forget hydrogen, you’re my number one element” you say to your boyfriend before you kiss his lips to fall back asleep.

He just stares at you dumbfounded and a blushed mess.

“y/n”

“yes”

“I love you”

“I love you too nerd”

Tendo

my widdle chaotic babie

You wake up to a soft sucking feeling on your nipple and stir away to look down and see what you HOPE was your boyfriend stuffed in your shirt

“Satori?”

“mhm” he hums before releasing your nipple with a pop and wiggling his way through the top of your shirt.

“babe you’re going to stretch the shirt neckline stop” you mumble sleepiness still in your voice.

“I can’t sleep and this is my shirt anyways” he says now fully emerged so both your head and squished against each other.

you let out a breathy giggle as he kisses your cheeks “talk to me i’m boredddd” he whines.

“I can tell you a story” you said removing your arms from your shirt to hug your boyfriend who refuses to leave the comfort of inside your shared shirt.

“Make it good or i’ll bite your nipple” he threatnes scooting back down, emerging back into the shirt slowly.

“bite me nipp-AH”

he continues the light sucking on your nipples and waits for your story

“Okay fucker so Once upon a time” you started. “There was a little gremlin who woke up his master from their slumber when he SHOULD be fast asleep in his quarters.”

Tendo removes himself from under your shirt “This story sucks and it feels like an attack on my life”

He gets up and starts jumping on the bed.

“ARE U SERIOUS TORI?!”

“I. NEED. TO. SLEEP” he says between jumps.

“This isn’t the way Gizmo” you say laughing as he jumps down on his butt and laughs at the nickname.

“Gizmo wasn’t that cute when he was all angry and stuff” he pouts and you’re quick to comfort him.

“He was cute before all that and he is cute still now” you say not referring to the fictional movie character and Tendo smiles and plants a kiss on your lips.

“Come here my cute little gremlin” you continue and he takes his place cuddled next to you and gets attacked by your kisses.

“Emphasis on the cute right”he says letting you grab his face and plant kisses all around his cheeks and nose.

“of course” you say in between kisses.

He lets you continue the attack of kisses. Loving the attention from you.

“Do you love me?” he interrupts

“Of course Satori” he hums at your response and hugs you into his chest.

“Okay so that means you will stay with me forever?” he whispers back making it sound more like a demand than a question cuddling closer to you to fell back asleep.

“That was a little random but sure”

“Just cuddle me bitch”

“I am you cunt”

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part iv

October

We fell in love in October

That's why, I love fall

Looking at the stars

Admiring from afar

Hey everyone, welcome to Puck Drop Podcast. Today’s hot topic—well, it’s still the Lions. Here’s what I think. That Black Lupin two-tap was fantastic. Right, Mike?

It was, it was.

But here’s the thing—I think that’s going to make a lot of people okay with Lupin being, well, let’s be real, I might call it fast tracked to the NHL.

Fast tracked, Henry? I don’t know, the kid had all the qualifications.

Fine, fine, but I do gotta say…if Lupin doesn’t play well…what’s gonna happen then? With Coach Weasley, with Black, with the organization. I just think we’re on a slippery slope here—

“Jesus Christ, Pots,” Finn shouted. “Take my fucking eye out, why don’t you!”

James looked uneasily at the golf club in his hands. “Sorry. Wow, sorry.”

Logan just clicked his tongue. “I thought we were allowed to play golf because it isn’t dangerous.”

“That is why,” Finn said, and pointed at James. “Until this untamed, grass-bouncing, metal-swinging—”

“All right, all right,” Sirius chuckled.

“We’re drawing eyes, boys,” Remus said from his golf cart. He had his feet up on the seat and an iced tea in his hands.

Logan glanced at the party ahead of them. “Harzy, am I gonna have to buy some lady a cheeseburger from the clubhouse again?”

Finn just held up his hands in surrender.

“You know,” Leo said once Logan joined him in the cart they were sharing.

“Ouais, mon soleil?”

Leo smiled, eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses, then tapped his palm. “Didn’t think I’d ever find a golf glove attractive, and yet there Harzy stands.”

“Plaid pants and all,” Logan nodded.

“Those’re checkered, baby.”

Logan looked again. “Oh.” He shrugged. “Want to ditch and get a cheeseburger?”

Leo laughed. “Why did we come if we don’t play?”

Logan smiled, flipping his hat backwards and starting the engine. “To watch Harzy and Cap get competitive and James lose.”

Leo shook his head, then leaned back in his seat. “Loops, clubhouse, burgers.”

“Oh, thank God,” Remus said. “Bye, Black.”

Sirius raised his club. “Don’t you want to watch me win?”

“I am convinced this game can’t be won,” Remus said, and followed Logan and Leo’s cart in his own.

“The real win,” Remus said, squirting mustard onto his burger. “Would have been not getting up at seven in the morning to trip over sprinklers.”

“Preach,” Leo nodded. “Hey, what are you and Cap thinking for Halloween?”

Remus chewed thoughtfully. “Haven’t really started thinking yet. You?”

Logan snorted, stealing the mustard. “Knutty’s obsessed.”

“What?” Leo said. “I was a lonely rookie last year! Now I’m a…” he glanced around. “Non-rookie.”

Logan’s heart pulled at the correction. He nudged his knee against Leo’s beneath the table and felt Leo nudge back. Remus seemed to catch the brief silence.

“Watch Sirius make me dress up as the Stanley Cup,” he said.

Logan laughed. “Non, you’ve never won it, you can’t touch it. He’ll be the Cup, you’ll be him.”

Remus wrinkled his nose. “That’s disgusting.”

“I’m with Lo. He’s too superstitious,” Leo said. “No way.”

Remus gestured between them. “Three Musketeers?”

“Finn and Leo with a sword,” Logan said skeptically.

“What?” Leo smirked, resting a chin on his palm. “You don’t trust me with a sword?”

Logan snorted, pushing his palm into Leo’s cheek.

The doors to the club house restaurant sprung open.

“Victory is mine!” Finn shouted, and actually spun on his heel in a complete circle. “Victory is mine.”

Sirius slouched dejectedly into their booth beside Remus.

“Sorry, baby,” Remus laughed.

“Apparently he drinks from the keg of glory,” James sighed.

“It’s a quote,” Leo laughed.

“Muffins,” Finn grinned. “Bagels. Actually, burgers will do.”

Logan watched as Finn reached over and grabbed a fry from Leo’s plate and a bite of Logan’s burger. It was something they had started doing a lot—a public closeness they could always get away with. Finn unstrapped his golf glove slowly and close to Sirius’ face, who slapped it away.

“You’re not going to dress up as the Stanley Cup, are you?” Remus asked, turning his plate so his fries were in Sirius’ reach.

Sirius took his hat off to push his hair back before replacing it again and grabbing a fry. “Quoi?”

Remus looked at Leo and shrugged.

“Harz, do you trust me with a sword?” Leo asked Finn.

Finn smiled, dropping his voice low and flashing that crooked smile Logan had always fallen for. “You know I do.”

Logan just sent his eyes towards the sky, but his chest warmed at the smitten look Leo got, too, and he hailed a waiter for more food.

“Damn,” Finn said as their front door shut behind them. “Who said it was a good idea to go golfing in October? What do you say I mix us up some nice whiskey-warming manhattans?” He tossed his keys down and wrapped Logan up, arms around his waist and pressed a quick and hard kiss to his mouth. “Extra cherries for you, mon cherry.”

“Chéri,” Logan corrected, but he smiled into Finn’s next kiss, which was much gentler.

“Please,” Leo said, flopping down onto the couch. “That was the longest day of my life.”

“I can make it up to you with the longest night of your life,” Finn said, resting a cheek on Logan’s head. “Or we can.”

Leo smiled and stretched a little sleepily, pointing his toes. “I’ll take my whiskey first.”

Finn snorted and tweaked Leo’s socked feet. “You got it.”

Logan slid into a seat at their countertop. “Remember those ones at that bar you found in, where, were we visiting my family in Canada?”

Finn, reaching into the bar cupboard he kept meticulously organized, let out a whiskey. “I’d give that bartender anything she wants for that recipe.”

Logan sent Leo raised eyebrows, who snorted and looked back.

“Oh, would you now, O’Hara?” Leo laughed.

Finn looked up from scooping ice from the freezer. “Almost anything. Although, she was beautiful. Reminded me of this girl I dated for a second in college. Remember Hannah, Lo?”

“Oh, I remember Hannah,” Logan grumbled, and Finn kissed his fingers before reaching cross the counter to press them to Logan’s forehead. Logan just smiled—and he could smile about it now, sometimes—and patted the stool beside him with a look at Leo.

Leo pulled himself up with big eyes. “My crush wants me to sit next to him.”

Logan took out his phone with a playful glare. “You’re both sarcastic today.”

“It’s the golf,” Leo said dryly and slid into the seat next to Logan. “And you’re sweet.”

“I just like it when we all sit together,” Logan shrugged.

Leo laughed, hooking his feet around the legs of Logan’s stool to pull him closer. “How is someone so lovingly grumpy?”

“Please,” Finn said, stirring their drink. “Look at him. He uses it to get affection.”

Logan just smiled and reached for one of the crackers Finn put out before holding it up to pop into Leo’s mouth.

Finn sighed as he poured their drinks. “All right, I know golf’s not your thing. Thanks for coming with me, though.”

“Believe me,” Leo said. “It was worth it, you cocky golf glove.”

Finn snorted.

“Plaid,” Logan nodded.

“Checkered,” Leo amended.

“Ouais. Same thing.”

“No,” Finn said, looking up from their drinks, and Logan grinned, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist.

“Non?” he asked.

Finn just slid their glasses towards them. “You’re fucking with me, Tremblay. Now, cheers to…”

Leo raised his glass, the other hand playing with the hem of Logan’s shirt. “Ring ceremony in a few days.”

Logan eyed the syrupy cherries at the bottom of his drink. Finn had given him two. He took a sip and let the thick sugar settle over his tongue.

“Can we display ours?” Finn asked, leaning his elbows on the counter. “All three in a row. I like that.”

Leo winced. “So many diamonds.”

“Why are you flinching at that?” Logan laughed.

“I don’t know, it feels flashy?” Leo took another sip.

Logan just pressed his nose against Leo’s jaw. “We deserve it.”

Leo smiled and turned into it, accepting a soft kiss.

“Jesus, Harz, how much syrup did you put in his drink?” Leo said, but gave Logan another quick peck.

“Probably not enough,” Finn laughed, and came around the counter. “I need to sit, my golf muscles hurt.”

“Right, those big things,” Leo said.

Finn just gave his own butt a tap and fell into their oversized couch. Even with all the space, they all still ended up pushed up against each other in one corner. Logan loved that more than he’d ever said out loud.

“Sweatshirt,” he said, and dropped another kiss to Leo’s cheek, took another sip of his drink and padded out of the room. He let his belt clink to the floor along with his pants and yanked his polo shirt over his head. His necklace got caught briefly in one of the buttons. He turned when two hands pressed to his hips from behind.

Leo pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then the top notch of his spine. “Want one of mine?”

Logan leaned back against him. “Ouais, thanks.”

But Leo didn’t move right away, just wrapped Logan up tighter. He pressed his nose into Logan’s neck and inhaled. Logan reached back and up, scratching at the hair that curled against Leo’s neck.

“Can I ask something?” Leo said, words muffled by his skin.

Logan stayed where Leo obviously wanted him, fingers kneading the back of his neck gently.

“Do you think coach is gonna start me?”

“In the opener?” Logan asked, and Leo hummed.

“Kasey thinks so,” he said. “Because it’s Bruins and I play okay against them.”

“You kill against them,” Logan said, and Leo finally pulled back with a last squeeze to Logan’s hip. He was quiet as he found the sweatshirt he knew Logan liked, and tossed it to him.

“Leo,” Logan prompted after he’d pulled it over his head.

“I know, I know,” Leo said, and smiled, rubbing a hand over his face. “God, I love the way you say my name.”

“And you call me the subject changer,” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t think he will,” Leo said, crossing his arms as they walked back out to the living room. “I mean, I wish. I hope.”

Finn was sprawled out across the couch. He’d brought Leo and Logan’s glasses over and Logan took another sip of the warm whiskey before curling against one of Finn’s sides, Leo stretching his legs into Finn’s lap.

“What’s happening?” Finn asked, thumb rubbing against Leo’s ankle, knowing they got sore.

“Just thinking about the season,” Leo said. “Kasey said he thinks I’ll start. I can’t imagine why.”

Finn frowned. “Well, if Kasey was gonna be gone, he’d be gone. With the thigh, with the crazy off-season. I mean, the League’s shifting around there’s no doubt about that. I think it’s calming down now, though.”

Logan curled closer to Finn, reaching out for Leo’s foot, too, tracing the shape of the nike logo across the top of his sock.

“And Kase’s the starter,” Finn said. “That’s what the organization knows, that’s what the city knows. I…I say this with all the love for your skill, baby, but I’d be surprised if it isn’t Kasey.”

Leo nodded. “No, don’t worry, that’s what I think, too. I just…”

He trailed off and Logan gave his ankle a tug, making him sit up.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Is this about bench time?” Finn asked.

Leo groaned. “I feel like such a fucking whiner saying it.”

“You can say literally anything to us,” Logan said, then smiled. “Leo.”

Leo just flopped his cheek against Finn’s chest.

“Maybe you’ll feel a little better once we get our rings,” Finn laughed, fingers running through Leo’s hair. “I know I will. I feel like…” Finn hesitated. “I don’t know. Every time I think about our ring, and our Cup days…I feel like I’ll never play the same again.”

Logan made an affirmative sound. “Yeah.”

“Really?” Leo mumbled.

“Nervous,” Logan nodded. “It all feels different. I thought it was Loops for a bit, but…Harzy, you’re right, I think it’s the Cup. I feel…I want it all over again, but it feels impossible.”

“I also…” Finn hesitated, stroking his hands through Leo’s hair a few more times, watching the blond curls slip through his fingers. “I loved our summer so much. I feel sort of guilty but…I miss it.”

Leo let out a soft laugh. “Thank God, me, too.”

“We get more of those,” Logan said, and it felt a little defensive.

“I feel selfish,” Finn said thoughtfully. “I have everything I want, and I want it again.”

“That’s not selfish,” Leo replied. “I think…I think that’s just human.”

Logan thought of the picture in Finn’s pocket and Harvard parties. He thought of long nights on the road, laughing with Leo over their sundaes. Logan had both wanted that over and over, but it had felt a little like poking himself with the tip of a knife over and over, too. He closed his eyes and let himself listen to them talk. Finn was agreeing, and then Leo was laughing. They ordered dinner for delivery, the Greek place down the street, and then sat in each other’s silence. Logan could tell Leo was still thinking about the season, watching the city lights out the window with Logan’s head in his lap. Logan stared up at him, at his blue eyes, dark in the dim light. His jaw would twitch every once in a while, a muscle clenched. Finn had a book open, slouched at the other end of the sofa.

Leo probably wouldn’t sleep well tonight, but sometimes Logan looked forward to their time in the dark together. Ankles tangled, eyes closed but knowing the other one was awake. They’d talk sleepily about the next day, until Logan decided enough was enough and he’d pull Leo against his chest, tucking the taller blond’s head beneath his chin for once.

Leo would hum contently. “What did I do before you, hm?”

Logan would smile. He used to listen to Leo toss and turn from one bed over, and now there was this. He loved that like air, too.

“Hey, rookie! Hold the door?”

Cole turned to see Thomas and his crutches, which seemed familiar now from him always sitting on the bench during practice. He was flanked by two people who could only be his parents.

His mother hit him lightly on the shoulder, laughing. “He’s got a name, Tom.”

“Hey, man, of course,” Cole said and looked down at Katie, who was holding his hand. “Gotta switch hands, okay?”

“No, I can do it,” Katie said, and flattened her back against the door. “Does it hurt all the time, Talkie?”

Thomas smiled down at her. “No, not all the time.” Thomas looked up and sent Cole one of his bright smiles. “Thanks. Sick tat, by the way. I don’t think I’ve said, but I’ve thought it.”

Cole’s hand instinctively went to his collarbone as he let the door to Olivander’s Hotel swing shut behind them. “Thanks. It’s my number.” He huffed out a laugh. “I mean, obviously.”

“I’ve been thinking about getting one,” Thomas said, and wedged a crutch under his arm and tapped the center of his chest. “Not sure where, but I like the chest as a place to start.”

Cole smiled, nodding. “I—me too. Yeah, maybe we could…like, go together, or something. I was reading some stuff about the best places, and also Nado was telling me. Well, trying to tell me.”

Thomas laughed. “Kuny kept interrupting?”

Cole laughed, too, nodding. “In Russian, though.”

“That sounds like Kuns,” Thomas said. “And yeah, man, I’d love to. Do you have any ideas?”

Cole shrugged as he and Thomas showed their IDs, the Dumais’ and Walkers chatting behind them. “Hopefully something about Lord Stanley one day, but right now…maybe something for my mom.”

Thomas nodded. “She coming today?”

Cole nodded, not able to help his smile, turning his phone over in his pocket. “Her flight was delayed but she shouldn’t miss anything.”

They walked through the lobby, joining much of the team that was already there. The large round tables reminded Cole of a wedding, and the stage was set with a podium for speeches with the numerous ring boxes behind.

“Cole!” came a familiar voice, and Cole spun around to find his mother walking through the double-doors, as if talking about her had made her appear. He wished he had that power. Blake Reyes was in her usual bright colors, her dark hair slicked up into a bun that let her tight curls spill over her forehead like bouncing bangs.

“Be right back,” Cole said, and Thomas nodded, tapping his shin with his crutch.

“Mom,” Cole grinned, and wrapped her up tight. He’d been taller than her for years, but it still felt strange. The soft curves of her were familiar, though. “You made it. Okay flight?”

“Yeah, yeah, read my book,” she said, and pulled back to look around. “This place is nice. How are you, baby?”

“Olivander’s Hotel,” Cole said. “Apparently different places were fighting to have the ring ceremony. I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Feels kind of weird being here.”

“Maybe you’ll be getting one of those rings next year, hm?” she smiled.

“Maybe,” Cole laughed, and then, more timidly, asked, “Dad?”

Blake’s expression tightened, eyes sad. “No, sweetheart. I…I’m sorry. He’s…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Cole gave a short shake of his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” she sighed. “But it’s…”

“Come on,” Cole said. “I’ll introduce you to Dumo and Celeste.”

His mother grinned. “Oh, my shy boy is growing up.”

“Shh,” Cole laughed. “Don’t say that to Sirius Black.”

“Say what to Sirius Black?”

Sirius strode beside him, hand in hand with Remus. It was Remus who had spoken, and grinned now, and Cole flushed at the good-natured chirp. Sirius just offered a shy hand to his mother.

Cole had a wave of surreality wash over him for what felt like the thousandth time as he watched his mother say call me Blake to Sirius Black, who he’d had on his wall for God’s sake.

It happened all anew once they were ushered into the ballroom for the presentation of the Stanley Cup champion rings. The team and management had been called up one by one, but they opened their boxes together. Cole wouldn’t get one, but he leaned over to see Finn’s, whose mother seemed to love his own, their heads bent close together, giggling. The ring was square in shape, too big to be worn on any practical day, and covered in small diamonds, some stones colored red and black to make the Lion. The golden band was engraved with name, number, year, and, of course, champion. The word took the air out of the room.

Finn blew out a shaky, awed breath, and Cole watched him look up, something like tears in his eyes. When he followed his gaze, Cole found him looking at Logan. It made sense, and made Cole even happier for the team. Finn and Logan had probably been dreaming of this since their college days together. Cole looked back at Finn to ask him about it, when Finn mouthed something that, to Cole, looked very much like the words love you.

Cole blinked, but Finn was leaning his chair back on two legs, then, whistling two notes that got Leo’s attention. Leo, who was crying—an act that made him look even more like his dad, sitting beside him and crying, too—let out a wet laugh and wiggled his fingers at Finn which he had put the heavy ring on.

“One day, huh, Cole?”

Cole looked at Mr. O’Hara, who was smiling kindly at him.

“Oh, yes,” his mother answered for him. “One day.”

One day. Cole wanted to believe it.

Well, folks, here we are. We here in the studio welcome you to The Lions pre-game show. Dean, opening thoughts?

Well, we’re up against the Bruins, who had a phenomenal season last year. And, of course, we’ll see some fun rivalries tonight. Marchand has never been a Gryffindor favorite.

Is he anyone’s?

Ha, all right, there, Lee, all right. The real point is we’ll have a full stadium, and this game is ready to set the tone for the season. I’m ready, Lee, are you?

Oh, you bet.

Sirius found Remus sitting with Layla, legs swinging slightly from his perch on the PT bench. Worry tweaked through him at first, until he realized that they were laughing together.

Sirius knocked lightly on the door. “Hi.”

Layla looked up, still mid-laugh. “Oh, hey, Cap, come on in.”

“Just wondering where you went,” Sirius said, leaning beside Remus.

Remus shrugged, looking around the room. “I don’t know, this is where I spent every other pre-game. Felt right, I guess. I was coming back soon.” He knocked their shoulders together playfully. “You left your stretches to come find me?”

Layla made a cooing noise as she opened the door. “Gotta get this to Kasey, be right back.”

Remus’ expression morphed into one of concern. “Is it the—”

Layla put up a hand to stop him. She pointed to herself. “PT,” then to Remus. “Winger.”

Remus looked sheepish. “Right. Sorry.”

Sirius sent her a smile, but looked back to Remus. Remus pulled him in closer, allowing Sirius to be boxed in by his thighs.

“It’s a big night,” Sirius said, and pressed a light kiss to his mouth. “A good night. I wanted to be by your side.”

“Bruins,” Remus whistled lowly. “Let’s take ‘em.”

Sirius laughed, squeezing his hips. “I thought you were going say you’re worried.”

“What, about an original six team?” Remus laughed. “We’re the Lions.”

“Coach might put us out there together again,” Sirius said. “After pre-season.”

Remus ran his hands through Sirius’ hair. “My mind-reader.”

Sirius smiled, leaning forward to nip gently at Remus’ lower lip. “What am I thinking now?”

“That this is not your office, lovebirds,” Lars’ voice came. Sirius turned to look, only to see that he wore his usual strangely soft-stony expression. “I believe that’d be the front of the net for you, Black.”

Remus laughed, sliding from the table. “Sorry, man, we’ll get out of your way.”

Lars just looked down at a chart he held. “Black, stay a minute?”

Sirius paused, glancing down at Remus. “Uh, sure.”

Remus sent him a quick smile and slipped out the door.

“What’s up?” Sirius asked, crossing his arms.

Lars folded the pages of the clipboard back and set it on the counter. “I was trying to get you earlier, but it says there that you utilize the sports psychologist.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah. Heather’s been a big help to me.”

Lars nodded. “I’m not here to violate any confidentiality, I just need to know if you’re still with her regularly. This chart stops a few months before Lupin left. Is that correct?”

Sirius tilted his head. “Why do you…”

“If something happens, I like to know who is familiar with her and who is not, that way I can know who I can help and in what way. Mental health is just as important as physical health.”

That made Sirius relax a little. “Not as regularly, no.”

“Great, thank you,” Lars nodded.

Sirius offered a slight smile as he slipped out the door. Lars was direct and to the point in a way that often came with a new job. It reminded Sirius of Remus’ first days with the organization, trying to be as professional as possible. It was true, he hadn’t seen Heather over the summer at all, nor too much once their Cup run had begun. He smiled a little when he realized that he missed her.

Remus was strapping his pads over his bare chest when Sirius entered the locker room. He raised an eyebrow, and Sirius flashed him a thumbs up. James was talking to Thomas as he laced up his skates, Thomas gesturing with his crutches.

Sirius, finished with his routines with his eyes passing around the room. He found himself nervous in a way he hadn’t been for a few years now. The season after a Cup win was always strange for any team. He felt the old sting of you did it once, do it again. They way he used to feel about goals—about any good thing. That it only mattered if he could repeat.

He blinked against the onslaught, it brought heat to his cheeks.

You did it once, do it again.

“Hey,” James’ voice cut through, his hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

Sirius looked over at him, panic beginning to tickle his throat. He took a slow breath through it. “Quoi?”

James dangled his phone by two fingers like an enticing treat. “Want to see Harry pictures?”

Sirius’ mouth lifted. He scooted over a little in his stall, leaning in. He put his hand over James’ and squeezed. “Yeah. Ouais, please, I do.”

They made it through four before James looked over at him, contents replacing his glasses for the game.

“You’re good,” James said. “We’re all here.”

Sirius could only smile back.

Remus pushed away the nerves and let the crowd wash over him as, side by side with Cole, they took their first laps around Hogwarts stadium. It was their home opener.

Remus had only dreamed of this.

“Pretty perfect,” Cole shouted over the noise, and they grinned at each other before each shooting a puck into the empty net.

Before the game could begin, they would hoist the banner for their Cup win into the rafters to accompany the two others, won in 1941 and 1970. Hogwarts dimmed its lights, Remus stood between Sirius and Pascal, keeping his muscles warm, and a video began to play on the big screen.

“You know,” Pascal’s voice filled the stadium, much to the delight of the fans. His kind face appeared on the screen in an interview chair, the Lions’ logo out of focus in the background. He shrugged a broad shoulder and scratched a hand idly through they graying scruff on his cheek. “I wait for this all my life, and then I want more,” He let out a short laugh. “I’m the old guy, non? I love to succeed with my friends, my family.”

Logan was next, green eyes shy and watchful. Looking at him, you’d never guess at the fire beneath.

“It’s…” he began, and shifted in the way he did in front of the cameras. “It means more because of our team. We were lucky that it’s mostly the same guys this year.” A smile, a glimpse of fire. “Let’s do it again.”

The stadium roared and continued to do as Sirius appeared next. They’d filmed it a few days after all of the celebrations had ended, hoping to catch everyone before they left for vacation.

“It was everything to be asked to wear the C,” Sirius said. “And this team…I’ve changed a lot with them. Each and every one of them deserves this more than anything.”

“Proud Captain!” Finn’s voice could be heard off-camera, and then Remus heard his own laugh. He hadn’t even known he was going to be a Lion at this point.

Sirius shrugged. “Ouais? Yes, yes, of course.”

James, glasses winking in the camera’s lights, talked about his family, and then the banner was being raised to the cheers of the stadium, fans pounding on the glass. Remus spared one glance to the Bruins, who had to sit silently on their bench through it all, but just smiled.

He wanted a Cup. He wanted it on the ice this time.

The national anthem played, and Remus felt Sirius’ presence close to his back, even while he watched Finn drape his usual hand over Logan’s shoulder.

“Mon Loup,” Sirius whispered.

Remus turned his head slightly.

“Love you.”

Remus smiled. The words were just breath, most likely Sirius wanting the moment to be private, to avoid the camera reading his lips. Remus turned fully around as the lights came up, just before Sirius was due to jump the boards for a face off.

“Love you,” he said, and Sirius grinned.

Bergeron won the first and carried it easily up towards Kasey, only for Olli to intercept his pass. Sirius caught it on his stick, shot it to James—

Coach called his number, along with Jackson’s and Evgeni’s.

Remus hopped the boards and the whistle blew.

“Too many men!” the ref shouted with his crossed arms.

Remus blinked, coming to a stop. He looked back towards the bench, where he was being motioned back.

“Eh, confused there, Lupin?” Marchand called, which got him a hard shove in the back from Evgeni.

“You confused,” Evgeni said in his deep voice, and the whistle blew to re-set.

Remus tried not to blush as he skated to line up for the face-off, but he was surprised. He’d looked, hadn’t he? He hadn’t misheard? It was a bad change, that was all.

Evgeni won it, but Remus flubbed his pass and Pastrnak scooped it up the ice and scored an early goal in Kasey’s glove.

Remus closed his eyes briefly, then flashed them open, hoping the camera hadn’t caught it. Hockey was fast.

Remus took a slow breath as Coach called him off the ice as quickly as he had been put on. As he slid onto the bench he felt Arthur give him a hard, encouraging thump on the back. That still wasn’t how he wanted to open his season, his career as a Lion.

“Loops.”

Remus looked up and accepted the helmet bump from Finn.

“I’m good,” Remus said. “Little startled, I guess. I’m fine.”

But he played three more shifts in the first.

The locker room was normal, buzzed off of the adrenaline, and Remus sat down in his stall, trying to ignore the way James and Sirius were dripping with sweat and he wasn’t. He sent Sirius a smile but otherwise kept his head down, not really wanting to talk. He remembered this from college. Everyone called him levelheaded, but he was as bad as Sirius was when it came to emotions on the ice—even if he hoped he hid it well.

“Yo.”

Thomas eased himself down into his stall beside Remus with a grunt, and propped his crutches beside him.

“Hey,” Remus said, then, unable to help himself—it was Thomas, after all—asked, “Did it all look as bad from the box?”

“Re, it’s your first shift of your first NHL game,” Thomas said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders. “The big lights get everyone. Even Remus Lupin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus said, running a towel over his face. “I don’t know.”

And he didn’t. He glanced towards Sirius, but he wasn’t looking at him, determinedly re-tying his skates and still talking to James. Remus didn’t want to say he’d expected some comfort, but he didn’t much like the the silence, either.

Thomas clapped him on the back. “Worry just makes it worse, yeah?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, my specialty.” He smiled. “I’ll be fine. It’s just one game. Thanks, T.”

Remus rose as they were called back out onto the ice, pushing his helmet back on and lingering a bit to take his place just in front of Sirius. He watched as Sirius hyped his team up, cracking jokes and tapping sticks. The perfect captain. Remus reached him with a strange feeling. It wasn’t until Sirius’ eyes found his that he realized he felt like he’d let Sirius down. He blinked, startled, heart beating quicker with the added nerves of not wanting to feel that way.

Sirius just smiled, softer, his smile saved only for Remus, and pressed their foreheads together.

“Love you,” Sirius whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Remus blurted, and that hadn’t been what he meant to say.

Sirius’ expression immediately morphed into one of concern. “Re, non…” he glanced at the staff lingering about.

Remus didn’t want to talk about it here, not where people could hear.

“Love you,” he said, and ducked through the tunnel.

Remus was ready for October to be over. He tried to breathe through it—this happened sometimes, slumps were part of hockey—but the timing couldn’t have been worse.

Marlene tried to keep him away from the worst of the press, and Remus tried not to look, but she couldn’t stop what reporters he did do media with from asking the hard questions. How did he feel about his performance? Or, the even worse occasional one—how did he think Sirius felt about it?

If someone asked Sirius that, he went back to his unreadable, stony expression and gave them nothing. Remus only wished he had such a poker face.

“Re,” Sirius called from the bedroom. “Almost ready?”

Remus took a breath and tried to push thoughts of hockey away, laughing a little at himself in the mirror.

“If you are.”

“Really really not ready,” Sirius laughed and entered their closet. He let out a groan. “I knew I was going to find this hot.”

“I am not,” Remus said. “Jeez, it’s ridiculous.” He turned this way and that, looking at his swede, fringed pants, cowboy boots, and wide brimmed hat. “The vest, too. Now you on the other hand…”

Sirius sent Remus a sheepish smile and looked down at his Captain America costume. “I was going for irony.”

“Nothing ironic about Canada’s ass.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but he was blushing as the doorbell rang downstairs.

Remus turned away from his reflection and looped his arms around Sirius’ neck for a hard kiss. “Show time, Captain.”

“Oh my god,” Remus heard Finn say over the kids’ halloween movie and the chatter from the kitchen as he swung the front door wide to his and Sirius’ house. “Oh my god, what is it with the PTs and the ref outfits? Remus, come look.”

Remus arrived in the entrance hall to Layla narrowing her eyes playfully—indeed dressed in an oversized referee shirt and cute, flared black jeans.

“We don’t get all the days off you guys do. Maybe its a lack of free time. Not to mention—” she rubbed her fingers together.

Finn laughed. “All right, point taken.”

“Come on in, Layla,” Remus said. “Ignore him.”

“Okay, cowboy,” Layla said, looking Remus up and down. “Damn.”

“Nothing for me?” Finn said, and spun in a slow, cocky circle, the black and yellow stripes of his costume, and his antennae bouncing.

Layla snorted, shaking her head. “What the hell are you?”

Finn looked offended. “I’m a bumble-bee. And Leo's the beekeeper, and Lo’s honey. Can’t miss him, he’s got a big, round foam honey jar on.”

“Ah,” Layla laughed. “Of course.”

“Come on,” Remus said. “I’ll get you a drink.”

Layla whistled as she followed him into the kitchen. “This house is huge.”

“Sirius bought it without a clue of what he wanted,” Remus said. “I’ve been trying to warm it up a bit.”

“It’s working,” Layla said, looking at the pictures that lined the walls. She pointed to the one of Sirius kissing Remus with the Cup. “God, I love this.”

Remus smiled, the memory flooding him with warmth. “Me, too.”

“Ooh,” Natalie, leaning back against Kasey’s chest, raised her glass to Remus. “Ride ‘em, cowboy.”

Remus fixed her with a wry look. “Are you going to say that every time I walk into a room?”

Natalie, sparkling in her finger-curls and 1920’s flapper dress, flashed a smile. “Yes.”

“She starts talking in an old Hollywood voice every time she sees me, so,” Kasey, looking broad in his old-fashioned suit, shrugged. “She’s not lying.”

Layla laughed. “I mean, I would, too, if I was dressed like that.”

Natalie grinned and walked over to loop her arm with Layla’s. “Let’s go see what movie the kids are watching now.”

“Yes,” Layla gasped. “Booze and Holloweentown.”

Remus watched the way Kasey looked after Natalie fondly as the girls disappeared.

“All good?” Remus asked, popping himself another beer.

“Hm?” Kasey looked up. “Oh, yeah. Just…looking. She’s leaving soon, for a couple weeks, to go see Alex.”

“That’s sweet. I’m sure he misses her.” Kasey came to lean against the counter beside him with a long sigh. “Sometimes it feels like all we do is miss each other.” He paused, biting his lip. “Do you…do you ever feel like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, but that you’d still change something? Like…like there are multiple versions of your life that include certain things and not others…but you’d still have everything you’d ever want?”

Remus’ smiled a little. “I…I think I’ve lived that. I lost hockey for a bit…but I got Sirius.”

Kasey smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“Feel lucky you feel that way,” Remus said. “I’m not sure its as common as we think.”

“Speaking of,” Kasey said. “Where’s your everything-you’ve-ever-wanted?”

Remus laughed loudly. “Uh, hmm.” He looked around, not actually sure of the last time he saw Sirius. “I don’t know. You’d think I’d remember the last time I saw those spandex.”

Kasey laughed too. “I’d think so.”

Remus pushed up. “I’ll find him.”

“Let him know dinner’s soon!” Sergei called from the back door. It let cool air in from where he was checking on the ribs, Celeste beside him with a martini, seemingly inspecting his BBQ sauce.

Remus watched Sergei wave her off, claiming it was secret, before turning up the stairs. He thought for a moment before turning towards their bedroom and smiled to himself when he saw the door was clicked open.

“I thought I might find you up here,” Remus said, setting his cup down. He looked around the small room. The shelves were empty of stray photographs now. Remus had hung them up all around the house as a surprise, and Sirius had come home one day to a hallway, living room, and kitchen full of them.

Sirius looked up from where he was sitting on the bed—just where he’d been sitting that night, one year ago. He’d left his shield somewhere—no doubt with Adele—and was turning a beer slowly between his palms.

“Just thinking,” Sirius said, then motioned down at the bed. “Sit with me?”

Remus settled close to him, and Sirius turned to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “How’s the party?”

“Good,” Remus nodded. “Kids are watching a movie. Apparently Nat’s going to visit Alex. God, that’d be hard.”

Sirius hummed in agreement.

“Oh,” Remus laughed, remembering. “Layla showed up dressed as a ref.”

“No,” Sirius grinned. “God. I feel like I opened the door for you yesterday.”

“Mm. Sexy fireman.”

“Oh?” Sirius said, then took Remus’ drink from him and set them down on the floor.

“What?” Remus asked, only for Sirius to flop back on the bed, pulling Remus with him.

“My hat,” Remus said half-heartedly, watching it tumble off the side of the bed.

Sirius just made a noncommittal sound and turned on his side, pressing up on an elbow to lean over Remus. Remus reached up to twirl a strand of his dark hair around his finger. He’d left it loose, curling at his chin.

“Captain Québécois,” Remus said and Sirius just rested a hand against his chest.

“A lot has happened in a year,” he whispered, the room dim around them and the laughter filtering up from downstairs. “Do you ever feel like we’ve known each other forever?”

Sirius had said that before, but Remus loved it just the same.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever, and I’d take one more forever, too,” Remus said.

Sirius leaned down for a quick kiss. “Me too.”

Remus reached into the tight material of Sirius’ costume for his 12 pendant, studying it in the dim light. He’d almost kissed Sirius right in this spot one year ago tonight. He’d felt so confident about it, about loving who he wanted to love, about that person being Sirius. He still felt that way, and he wished he felt the same now, in the rest of his life, on the team.

“Can I say something?” Sirius said.

“Hm?”

“Opening night,” Sirius said. “You said sorry.”

Remus flushed. “I know.”

Sirius cupped a palm against Remus’ cheek. “Re.”

“That’s not—that’s not really what I meant,” Remus said, eyes on the twelve. “We don’t really have to talk about it now, we should probably go back down. Sergei said to tell you that dinner’s almost ready.” Remus tried for a smile. “He won’t share his secret sauce with Celeste.”

Sirius tilted his head, expression flickering as Remus pressed a lingering kiss to Sirius’ mouth and sat up, picking up his drink.

“Should we go down?” Remus said it in one breath, holding out his hand. “Logan’s wearing a giant honeypot and I really need a picture.”

Sirius locked their fingers together, concern still lacing his features even as he smiled. “I’ll sneak one. I’ll hand him Katie. He can never resist her.”

Remus laughed as they walked down the stairs hand in hand. “That’s true.”

Sirius pulled him back with a gentle tug before on the landing before they could rejoin the team.

“We don’t have to talk about it. And I know these games have been rough,” Sirius said, and Remus bit his lip as he looked up at him. “But I’m so proud of you. And I love you.”

Remus couldn’t help but lean back into his chest. I feel like I’m letting you down. The words echoed in his head, but he couldn’t quite force them out. I feel like I’m letting all of you down.

“I’m proud of you, too,” Remus said, and despite his thoughts, his smile was real as Sirius kissed him and led him back to their family.

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can u just give me mushy gushy shit with grayson like ethan has a girl over so the two of you decide to go out for a burger date and a walk at night? idk something like that pls 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: I couldn’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts but I was looking through trying to find something to finish bc I was in the mood to write but not from scratch and found this lol. It was about halfway done and I have no idea where I was going with it but this is what it turned into as of today. Idek if there’s even anyone around here anymore to read this but whatever haha here it is.

You don’t usually mind being single. Even when your best friend/roommate Stella started seeing her boyfriend Charlie seriously, it didn’t give you any longing for a relationship of your own.

But there are some nights where you feel down and you just can’t handle it. The scenes of casual intimacy as soon as you get home and see them together — the vase of flowers on the kitchen island he must have brought over; the playful bickering across the room.

The incessant, unrelenting sound of a marathon session going on through the shared wall of your and Stella’s bedrooms.

You groan and turn the volume up on your AirPods, going straight to your messages next.

Wyd?

{G} 👀

Don’t be weird.

Pretty sure Stella and Charlie are trying to put a hole in the wall w her headboard and I can’t take it anymore.

Your roommate chooses that moment to let out a particularly enthusiastic “fuck!” If she weren’t your best friend, you might have given in to the urge to bang on the wall, but your phone lights up with Grayson’s reply anyway.

{G} E too.

{G} I mean like I can’t hear him but ik what’s going down in there

{G} I’d offer to pick u up but sounds like u need to get outta there lol. Meet me here?

You like the message and slip on some shoes, making sure to slam your bedroom door closed on your way out, as if it would make them pause even one thrust.

In the year that you’ve known him, Grayson Dolan has become one of your closest friends. The kind where you met as acquaintances, never talked much, but then you reconnected randomly and the conversation never stopped from there on. You talk about anything and everything, but recently you’ve bonded even more about being a perpetual third wheel. You knew he’d understand and not pass judgement on you in times like this, so it had been a no-brainer to text him as an escape from tonight.

He buzzes you into the gate when you get to his house, and he tells you over another text to go ahead and hop in the Porsche before he even gets outside. It makes you smile; night drives are your favorite, and while the Tesla is a vibe in its own right, there’s just something calming about someone (your attractive friend, no less) tangibly driving you around. It’s exactly what you need right now, no matter what destination he has in mind.

When he slides into the driver’s side not even a minute later, you’re almost overwhelmed by him. Looking far too good in your eyes for how casual he’s dressed in a well-fitting T-shirt and some grey sweats. Hair slightly damp from a recent shower.

He greets you with a grin and leans over the console to kiss your cheek, and you can smell the combination of his shampoo and a bit of cologne. You always appreciated that he doesn’t overdo the fragrance, and if possible it makes him even more intoxicating at times.

“Hey,” he says simply, sitting back in his seat and fastening the seatbelt.

“Hey.” You smile and watch him with a silent but fairly obvious appreciation as he reaches a hand to rest on the back of your seat, twisting the bit he needs to look out the back windshield. The Porsche has a backup camera, obviously, but he’s a cautious driver to a fault and insists he doesn’t fully trust them.

Grayson gets the car facing enough of the right direction to throw it in drive and exit down the long driveway. You shake your head and settle back, kicking off your shoes with a sigh and tucking your feet onto the seat beneath you.

“One day, we’ll be the ones making them leave the house,” he jokes, stopping for the gate to open.

You know it’s implied that he’s referring to the two of you with separate people, but you can’t help but consider the option that the two of you could make that happen together.

“I know for a fact you have a booty call list a mile long, Dolan,” you say with a raised brow. Despite the fleeting thought, keeping things lighthearted and platonic is much easier to deal with in reality. “You could have called one of them and done just that.”

He scoffs and pretends like you’ve just hurt him deeply, slapping a hand to his burly chest to clutch at his heart. “Excuse me, it is not a mile long.” He glances over at you with a held-back smirk. “A couple hundred yards, tops.”

You throw your head back with a loud cackle, looking out the window now as he turns onto the main road. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Damn, that’s a big word.” He likes to tease you about your extended vocabulary.

“Hopeless,” you elaborate, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Is that what that word means, or are you making fun of my high school dropout vocab?”

“Both.”

You let your head roll back against the headrest, turning to watch him, knees swayed to the side a bit. His form isn’t hidden in the dark at all, features lit up by the dash in front of him and the streetlights you’re passing by outside.

“Why didn’t you, then? Call one of them?”

Grayson shrugs. “Just didn’t really feel like spending time with people tonight.”

You’re silent for a moment and consider his answer. “Why did you agree to hang out, then? You didn’t have to.”

His eyes never leave the road, but you see the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulge out for a moment as he squeezes it tightly.

“I guess I meant I didn’t want to spend time with people I don’t really care about.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it off with a sarcastic tone. “Aw, you care about me?”

“Of course I do,” he replies easily. “I’m not sure why, though. You’re so fuckin sassy sometimes.”

“You love it.”

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. Grayson’s hand slides from where it’s lightly gripping the gear shift, to yours, which is picking at a loose string on your leggings.

Your easy smile at the comfortable banter between you and Grayson falters some in surprise, but you let him turn your palm over and trace the lines of your hand softly. Both of your gazes are fixated on the way he tickles your skin when he says, “Yeah. I do.”

Your eyes shoot up, just in time to meet his. He looks at you with a weird mixture heat and vulnerability, and there’s a thick moment of silence, no longer than the single beat of your heart that you can hear thudding loud and clear in your ears, when suddenly the car behind you lays on the horn.

Both of you startle, and Grayson’s attention returns to the road ahead. He steps on the gas and takes his hand away, carding it through his hair roughly as you sink back into your seat with a disbelieving scoff.

“Oh my God, dude, you can’t just do that to me,” you blurt out, your heart in your stomach and your brain even lower. A helpless giggle escapes you, and you tug on your own locks. “Shit...”

“What?” he asks defensively, but you hear the tiny bit of the grin he’s wearing in his voice.

You turn your head to deadpan him, eyes wide. “You can’t just... imply something like that and give me sex eyes and not think you did something to me! Are you crazy?”

He gives a one-shouldered shrug with the arm resting on top of the steering wheel again. “Maybe. You’re proving my ‘sassy’ point all over again.”

“Oh my — don’t fuck with my head, Gray.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper, more serious as the car comes to another stop. You’re only just now realizing you’ve reached the burger joint, and that the late hour made finding parking a nonexistent problem. He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt before doing the same to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to fuck with your head, I promise. I just... didn’t want it to seem like I was coming on too strong too suddenly. I, uh, have a history of doing that.”

You stare at him, processing everything. “I know.”

He chuckles dryly. “Yeah, I know you do.”

There’s more silence. That heavy kind that happened right after his little impromptu confession.

“You know,” you finally speak up, finding your voice after mulling over your words, “I kinda love that you’re a douche.”

He looks a little taken aback, until understanding dawns on him, and his eyes light up in a way that has you smiling instantly with him. “Really?”

You nod. “Call me crazy.”

Grayson shifts closer in his seat, his pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips. You mirror him, and this time you take the initiative to reach out for his hand. It’s warm and strong, just like the rest of him.

Like earlier, you watch your hands lightly caressing each other as you speak. “And I love that you come on strong. And that you put your heart out there.” You interlace your fingers, immediately in love with the contrast of his huge ones between your slim ones. “Makes things way easier for me.”

He grins wide. “There’s that sass again.”

You bite your lip through your smirk and tug him close to you with your clasped hands, your free one reaching behind his neck to drag his lips to yours. “Mm. Better shut me up, then.”

#here I go again with yet another friends to lovers lmao #dolan twins #Grayson Dolan #blurb #g blurb

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ad1thi · 3 years

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P1)

i feel like a lot of really good stevetony fics get swept under the rug because this is such a big fandom and sometimes people miss out on quality content?? so this is a rec list of some of the stevetony fics i feel like everybody should have read/ be reading

Edit (31.12.2020): this got very long (i had almost 50 fics on my list, so ive decided to split this list into two parts. part 2 will be out soon!!)

Edit (20.02.2021): part 2 is out now!!

picture me in the trees: @ifmywishescametrue

Tony and Steve were childhood friends that almost became more, but Tony moved and they lost their chance. Thirteen years later, a chance meeting brings Tony back into Steve's life.

Free: @iwanttopizzamanyou

"Steve reads, and the words dance in front of his eyes, because while this used to be his dream, what he wanted, all he can think about is how this Hell will soon become his full time life."

Steve discovers fame, with fans waiting for him in the lobby and girls passing him their numbers after the shows. It used to be what he wanted, he supposes. Except his future managers keep asking more and more from him, and he's not sure his old life will survive. Tony is ready to help, and compromise, but Steve maybe isn't anymore.

making it work: @/ironarm

“Just tell him you don’t want to see him anymore,” Clint replies, finishing the end of his burger and starting to crumple up the wrapper, “It’s not like you love him or anything.”

“Clint, if I thought I could get rid of him about a week ago, I would have. But for some fucked up reason, I can’t lie to him. It’s like, I see those baby blue eyes, and bam. Whatever barrier that I built up from childhood trauma is gone.”

Clint chokes on the last piece of his burger, almost resisting the urge to smack Tony on the side of his head.

Tony was a fucking idiot.

Boys Like Us: @naferty

The video had been a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes he had ever done in his life, and considering Tony Stark had done a bunch of shit in his younger years, and even older years, that was saying something.

It was just that none of those things were as embarrassing as that video.

He blamed Clint for everything

Stained Fingertips: @thesoundofnat

“I don’t really believe in magic,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I’m almost certain you’re a goddamn wizard, Steve Rogers.”

Steve would remember those words for the rest of his life.

(Or, Steve is maybe slightly obsessed with drawing Tony. Not that Tony minds.)

Inhale, Ex-Sail: @summerpipedream

"Rich pirates decked out in top-of-the-line black market gear,” grumbled Tony, ”why don’t I have the budget to make those again?’

Rhodey inched back so that he and Tony were back-to-back. “We’re apparently law abiding citizens now, which means having to pay taxes.”

Tony scowled. “Urg, right. Remind me why I wanted to do that again?”

Rhodey rolled his eyes. “What was it you called him last time? Your sweet tart? Your apple pie in the sky? The wind beneath your wings? Hopefully he’ll fly here fast enough so we don’t get killed. Or worse, mugged.”

Tony Stark Bingo K1 - AU: Steampunk

As Constant As A Star: @atsadi

The Swan Princess AU

As young children, Prince Anthony and Princess Natasha of neighboring Midgardian kingdoms are betrothed, and spend their summers together every year until they are wed. Tony adores his headstrong friend Nat: it’s her scowly little companion Steve he’s not thrilled about at first. But soon Steve goes from being a thorn in Tony’s side to being his dearest friend – and much, much more than that. Despite Steve feeling the same way about Tony, the pair still dance around each other for years as Steve struggles to accept his feelings for another man: especially one already betrothed to another. Not to mention that Tony is a prince, and Steve is nothing but a squire.

But before they can make peace, Tony is kidnapped and dragged into the beginnings of another conflict in the nearby magical kingdom of Asgard – he really hates magic. With his potential usefulness diminishing by the day, Tony races to escape even as Steve, Natasha, and their friends race to find him and bring him home.

And—just to make matters worse—Tony has been trapped by a powerful spell and turned into a swan, of all creatures. He really, really hates magic.

Always Yours: @hollyjollyhope

Getting kidnapped is normal for them, at this point. But there's nothing normal about this.

And suddenly, Tony has a choice to make.

Oxeye Daisy (patience): @s-horne

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

Steve startled at the voice from behind him and turned around to see Tony standing in the kitchen doorway. He stared straight at Tony for a long moment. The room was quiet, time stretching out in a thick and uncomfortable silence as neither man dare to move nor opened his mouth to speak first.

White Clover (a promise): @s-horne

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Tony lifted his head as he tried to focus on Steve’s voice. When he managed to open his eyes and blink a bit of the blurriness away, he was rewarded with a gentle smile being shone down at him.

“There you are,” Steve said. “Was worried I was going to have to talk to myself.”

Though his tone was light, Tony knew what he meant. It was no secret that Tony was physically weaker and a hell of a lot more human than Steve was and was therefore struggling more with the lack of regular nourishment that came with being held hostage.

“Course not,” Tony said back, voice hoarse but plastering a smile on his face all the same. His head was pounding and his eyes couldn't stay open. “Would I ever do that to you? You’d never get a sensible answer.”

Acta non verba: @firebrands

unapologetic fluff about two idiots who can barely keep it together with how hard they're crushing on each other

or:

tony has to help steve with math + a halloween party = a good time for everyone, eventually

you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands

tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list

Adjacent, Against, Upon: @firebrands

A political AU!

Steve Rogers is running as the Mayor of somewhere, America. Tony Stark, his campaign manager, deals with a candidate who isn’t interested in lying, and just wants to do good by these citizens, god damn it.

song of unrest: @omg-just-peachy

How was Steve supposed to reconcile all of this? The way he looked so different but still felt so much the same? It made Steve’s head spin. He knows he shouldn’t care so much, that he is what he is, but he just wants to know.

Paint The Town Blue: @omg-just-peachy

Ten years since he’d seen or spoken to Tony Stark, ten years since they’d broken up to go away to school. And now this email. It could be his only chance to see Tony again.

Camelot: @weethreequarter

For one shining moment, there was Camelot.

In 2019, Karen Page meets Captain Steve Rogers to conduct an exclusive interview on his late husband, President Tony Stark.

In 2007, Steve meets Senator Tony Stark and falls in love.

he thinks he’s lancelot (but he’s more of a sir lamorak): @theotherwasdeath

Tony knows firsthand that violence isn’t funny. So why oh why does he think that the scene playing out in front of him, Steve and Victor Von Doom in a knock-out, drag-down fist fight, is absolutely hilarious?

wildflowers: @tinytonysnark

“So,” Steve begins, clapping his hands together, “the city of SHIELD is in debt. The big ups have sent for financial advisors, all the way from DC! They’re gonna take a look at the city’s spending and make some cuts.”

He squints at the camera against the morning sun shining through the courtyard, “I’m not that worried. Everyone here in the parks department is an important member of the team and absolutely needed.”

The camera swings towards the office where from the large glass window, Natasha can be seen picking up the ringing phone before immediately slamming it back down onto the receiver.

[A Parks and Rec AU]

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers x tony stark #steve rogers/tony stark #steve x tony #steve/tony #underrated stevetony fics #this is part 1 of this rec list #part two will be out soon!!#im planning on doing this for other ships!!#so let me know if there's any ships you wanna see this for

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spacedikut · 4 years

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(nearly) lost love ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: “hi idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i’d love to read something where the reader ends up getting hurt somehow (maybe by an unsub) and is in the hospital and spencer is super worried about her and maybe confesses his feelings for her bc he thought he was gonna lose her?? idk just something super fluffy with a little angst if you’re up for it” 2890 words

a/n: im gon na be honest idk how to write angst so i just went where the story took me????

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Spencer was proudly stood in front of his geological profile in the Austin precinct when the frantic call was made over the comms.

“Agent down! I repeat, Agent down! We need a medic!”

It was Morgan’s booming voice, firm and commanding, and Spencer first felt relief knowing at least Morgan was safe. But fear follows, prickling through his entire body when, oh no, someone on his team has been injured.

Morgan kept his comm connected. Spencer could hear all the chaos on the other end – he picked up that JJ was counting bodies, there was at least four medics requested, and, the most gut-wrenching for Spencer, was listening to Morgan repeat variations of, “Stay with me Y/N. Don’t close your eyes – listen to me, baby, stay with me, Y/N!”

You. You were the agent down.

You, who, less than two hours ago, laughed at your own joke so hard you couldn’t get it out. You, who made plans with him to go shopping for Halloween decorations that weekend (which Spencer was way too excited about, by the way). You.

You, who Spencer recently realised he’s in love with.

Why does he feel like this is his fault? He knows, logically, it isn’t – the obvious reason is because Spencer wasn’t there (which, a little voice in the back of his head says well maybe if you were there this wouldn’t have happened…) and it’s likely that this is entirely the ubsub’s fault. He attacked and you were the unlucky target.

But the history of Spencer’s love life shows there is a definite risk to being associated with him.

Is this the world’s way of telling him he shouldn’t love you? He shouldn’t tell you he loves you?

Was the big speech Derek gave him, the month they spent building Spencer’s confidence up, all for nothing? Because Spencer’s cursed?

This isn’t about you, Spencer, he thinks, angry at himself. God, you’re hurt, injuries still unknown, and he’s floundering because he’s convinced himself he’s cursed.

“Reid? You there?”

It’s Morgan, still talking through the comm, and it knocks Spencer out of his head. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Y/N? Is it Y/N? Is she okay?”

Morgan’s voice is calm and collected, as always, “Hey, kid, chill. She’s with a medic on the way to the hospital. You wanna-“

“I’ll meet you there.”

Spencer dashes out of the room.

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When he arrives, Hotch and JJ are waiting for him at the entrance. JJ expected Spencer to be worried, a little agitated, but she didn’t expect him to look so dishevelled and distressed. His hair, usually so well-kempt, sticks up in all directions. He abandoned his jacket and satchel at the station, obviously in a rush, and now his shoelace is untied and it’s giving JJ anxiety.

“Reid,” Hotch greets.

“How-“

“She’s fine, she’s okay,” JJ immediately says. Spencer has always said JJ knows exactly how to soothe him. “A nasty knock to the head, but she’s been taken care of and she’s resting now.”

Spencer’s whole body sighs in relief.

He sounds fragile when he asks, “Can I see her?”

JJ gives a small, bittersweet smile, then gestures for Spencer to follow her. He stays close, basically standing on her heels, the entire way to your room, where Emily is leaving.

He struts straight in, acknowledging no one, intent on seeing you and seeing you only.

You lie there, lifeless. All he can hear is the haunting sound of the heart monitor, combined with your chest minimally moving up and down being the only signs you’re alive. You’ve lost all your usual colour – Spencer recalls JJ mumbling something about you losing a lot of blood – and the whole sight makes his stomach lurch.

He walks in, and walks right back out.

Everyone shares looks of bewilderment. He did a complete 180, hardly sparing you a glance, and ran straight into the hospital’s bathroom where the team hears the distinct sound of retching.

Derek sighs and follows him. Their gazes meet: Spencer’s head barely lifting from the toilet bowl, Derek shutting and locking the bathroom door with pitying eyes.

“I’m sorry-“ Spencer starts.

“Don’t apologise. How you feeling?”

He groans in response, leaning against the wall. He begs himself to not think about all the germs and diseases that are probably infesting his body as they speak – his heart stings too much in his chest for that.

Spencer swallows the stone in his throat, grimacing at the remnants of bile, “Seeing her like that..”

“I know.”

“I never thought I’d see her like that. I’ve never wanted to see her like that and-and.. I couldn’t be there to protect her and help her-“

“None of this is your fault, Reid. It’s not your fault, or her fault, or anyone’s fault except the guy that did this. And he’s dead. And she’ll be fine. Please,” Derek warns, “Don’t guilt yourself into mayhem. I know you, and I know her, and all she wants is for you to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up. If not, or if she finds out you’re beating yourself up over this, she’ll kill you, man. With her bare hands.”

Derek’s smirking at the end of his speech because he’s right and Spencer knows it too. And Spencer can’t refrain from grinning a little at the thought of you, just gaining consciousness, and leaping from your bed to smack some sense into him.

You’re incredible. Which both pains him and makes him fall for you harder.

When Spencer rises and starts swirling his mouth out with water, Derek gives him a firm pat on the shoulder and leaves, Spencer not far behind.

This time, he won’t run out of the room like a weakling. Because it’s you and you need him to be there for you.

It’s what you’d do for him. And before that thought can go any further, he’s taking a deep breath and opening the door.

You’re still resting, looking exactly the same as when he first saw you, and his stomach jumps into his throat again – it pains him to see you like this.

But Penelope is leaning over you, fingers brushing your hair back with the trademarked tenderness that is Penelope Garcia. You’ve always called her your Fairy Godmother, your guardian angel, the true love of your life.

Maybe you’d rather see her when you first wake up.

So he stays back, lingering by the entrance of the room, until Rossi nudges him and he stumbles to the top of your bed. Right by your face, your oh-so-gorgeous but bruised face, and Spencer stares.

He can’t explain how glad he is that you’re okay. You’re here, a little beaten up, but he knows that in a couple days, maximum a week, you’ll be back in the bullpen with your quirks and nudges and warmth that is so you and he’ll never let anything come near you again.

(He knows he can’t actually do that. You wouldn’t let him. But he still thinks it, because he loves you and he’ll do anything for you)

The team silently agrees that Spencer will be the one to stay with you. At least until you wake up.

(Why? You might ask. Because you drunkenly told the girls that you’re convinced the closest thing to heaven on Earth would be waking up and Spencer Reid being the first thing you see every day. Ever since, they’ve committed themselves to trying to set you two up)

Spencer sleeps next to your bed, cramped in the uncomfortable and tiny chair, until about seven am. Then he recites some books in his head, just to pass the time. Then Penelope calls.

“I’m on my way with baked goods, Doctor. Would you like me to pick something up for you and the sleeping beauty?”

Spencer goes to decline, before looking at you, “I think Y/N would appreciate a burger. Maybe two.”

Garcia hums down the line, “You know, she’s always been full of good ideas. I’ll buy too many burgers then be on my way. Kisses!” Then hangs up.

In the meantime, Spencer scrolls through your conversation on his phone. He’d never been one for texting, or technology (notoriously), but you always send him things you think he’d like – maybe an article (he’s read every single one you’ve sent, even the one about the monkey using a frog to masturbate), a picture of a cute dog (this one looks like you, spence!!!!!!), and anything else that catches your eye.

For example, a comprehensive list of way too many “why did the chicken cross the road?” jokes.

They’re your kryptonite. Even after you explained the joke to Spencer, in depth, he still doesn’t quite understand the appeal. But you love them.

So he reads them to you.

He knows you can’t hear him. Being asleep is obviously very different to being in a coma, where people have claimed to be able to hear the people around them, but it passes the time and eases him a little. Cause he also knows that if you were awake you’d be chortling away, happy as can be. And that’s how you should always be.

Happy.

Spencer hopes he makes you happy.

Damn, he loves you.

Damn.

He has to tell you he loves you.

It feels like this need, this obligation – if he doesn’t tell you when you wake up then when will he tell you? The next time you’re injured?

The thought sends him reeling.

No matter the outcome, you need to know. He needs to tell you.

“Why did the rooster cross the road?” He reads aloud, “To cockadoodle dooo something.”

He’s cheesing at his screen, at the audacity and stupidity of these jokes. But they’re sweet, just like you, and they take everyone prisoner when it comes to making people smile.

“That was a good one.” You heh.

Your voice is croaky after not being used in hours, but it’s still the same dreamy voice Spencer loves to hear.

You’re awake. And already smiling, which is one hell of a win in Spencer’s book.

“Good morning.” He whispers.

“It’s morning?” You ask, moving your head slowly to see outside your window. “At least I got a full night’s sleep for once.”

“Should you really be joking in your condition?” Spencer teases, leaning to fluff your pillow when you wince.

You exhale deeply, “And what is my condition, exactly?”

“You look as sexy as ever, buttercup.”

Garcia’s grinning from the doorway, Derek the same from behind her, two bags of food in her hands.

You’re ecstatic when you say, “Penny!” Trying to hide the pain when she hugs you. You’re too happy to see her to turn down her love.

She dishes out the burgers and, as expected, you ask if there’s another in there for you. You chomp happily, despite the dull ache still present, chatting jovially with the three of them.

Penelope gets caught up in telling you about the most recent documentary she saw. When he notices, Derek nods towards the door, making Spencer furrow his eyebrows in confusion. What does he want?

Derek does it again and Spencer gets it. He lifts from his seat the same time Derek does, saying nothing until they’re out of the room and the door has shut behind them.

“I’m gonna make Penelope leave-“ Derek begins, and Spencer stutters.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

Derek chuckles at Spencer’s reaction, “Kid, everything’s fine. You just gotta tell her.”

Spencer doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t know what Derek’s referring to. He peeks through your door’s window, staring directly at you as you giggle at something Penelope says.

“Do I?” He ponders. “It could-“

“Nope. We’re not doing that “it could ruin everything” spiel. You’re an adult, she’s an adult, and adults don’t play around with feelings like this. Tell. Her.” Derek’s got both hands on Spencer’s shoulders, grip tightening and loosening sporadically as he talks. He looks like a football coach giving a pep talk before the big game, and Spencer feels invigorated.

“Alright.” Spencer nods once, “Let’s do this.”

“I will remove Penelope Garcia from the premises.”

They nod at eachother and move back into your room.

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When Penelope is pulled from your room by Derek, stumbling and muttering and stuttering, all you do is blink in confusion.

“What’s going on there?” You say, speaking out of the side of your mouth, as if you’re sharing a secret.

Spencer doesn’t answer. You turn to look at him, another question on your tongue, but the words die when you see his facial expression.

It’s so tender. So soft, and gentle, the littlest of smiles on his lips as his cheeks darken.

“If I tell you something really dramatic right now, do you think you could handle that?”

Your head tilts, brows furrowed, looking far too endearing with your bandaged head.

He clears his throat, “I just-just need to make sure it won’t overwhelm you.”

You don’t know what to expect, but you agree anyway. Is this why Derek and Penelope left?

“I vomited when I saw you in bed. In this bed. In hospital.” He begins.

“Oh, thanks, Spence,” You tease.

“No- no. Hear me out!” He gives a little laugh, hands coming up in defence. “I don’t have a script, and statistically, both men and women speak around sixteen-thousand words a day – I want these ones to be special. Because you’re special.”

You’re still visibly confused. You clasp your hands together in your lap, “I’m listening. You have my full attention.”

Having your full attention is terrifying and electrifying at the same time. Spencer wants you to know that.

“You make me feel things, you know.” He reveals, “Things I’ve only ever read about, fantasised about – you know… things.”

This is going terribly. For a man who’s read the dictionary more times than he cares to count (he does care to count – twenty two times), he is very much struggling to explain himself to you.

Deep breath. From the start.

“It’s alright, Spence,” You console, hand resting on his closed ones. “Take your time.”

He does. He takes a few more breaths. “I don’t know where to start so- so bear with me.”

“Always.”

Why do you have to make his heart race like that?

“What?”

Oh. He said that out loud.

Well. Might as well repeat it.

“I said,” Louder this time, “Why do you have to make my heart race like that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No. No- I like it. I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say. Maybe not like since Derek told me we’re not in high school, kid,” He lowers his voice to impersonate Derek, “But the l word is scary, especially when I don’t know how you’re gonna react. But whatever you say, however you react, we’ll be okay. I know we will. I just need you to know how you make me feel and how-how good I think I’d treat you, I guess.”

It feels like your silence goes on forever. Then you quietly ask, “And how do I make you feel, Spence?”

“Like I’ve never felt before. I meant it when I said you make me feel things I’ve only read about – you’re so easy to love, you know that? Infuriatingly so. And you’re so open – I think that’s what drew me in at first. You knew nothing about Doctor Who, but you heard I was asking around for someone to go with me to that convention and you said you were available if I wanted you and I… I had to practice how to ask you in the mirror for three days straight. Of course I want you, Y/N. I think I always have.”

His voice is timid when he asks, afraid of what the answer might be.

“Do you think you want me too?”

“Are you crazy?!” You cry out.

The volume makes Spencer jump. Then he registers what you said and slumps, rejection seeping in.

“Spencer-“ You say, exasperated, “You’re the most incredible person I know. I tell you all the time cause I mean it.” You give a short laugh, “How could you even think that I wouldn’t feel the exact same? I’m kind of obsessed with you, Spence.”

The shock on his face melts into pure joy. Is this really happening? You..

“I want you an embarrassing amount, Spencer Reid. I always have and I always will.”

He doesn’t know what overcomes him, but he leaps forward and smashes your lips together. It’s messy and a little clunky, teeth hitting together and mouths unable to stop grinning, but it’s perfect. Everything you could’ve asked for in your first kiss with Spencer.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

And he thinks the exact same of you.

He pulls back, heart racing and entire body burning, strong hands cradling your head. It doesn’t take a profiler to realise the two of you, foreheads leaning against eachother, are the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

“You taste like burger.” Spencer breathes, soft and low.

You giggle. “You taste like coffee and burger.”

His lips quirk, raising an eyebrow, “You like it?”

You hum, rubbing your nose against his, “I like it a whole lot. I like you a whole lot.”

Spencer kisses you again.

And again.

“Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mine #i like this one! i think #does anyone else struggle infinitely with titling fics #i go with the randomest shit lol

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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An Unexpected Friendship, But A Friendship Nonetheless

A Jason Todd and Harley Quinn One-Shot (Non-Reader Insert)

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: So I wrote this for @aurailia or @nitebirdie because she drew that wonderful Jason picture for me which you can find right here! I hope you like this, Jess! Love you! -Thorne

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Jason expected a lot of things.

1. Getting yelled at by Bruce for shooting serial murderers and rapists? Check.

2. Getting yelled at by Damian for calling him short? Check.

3. Getting yelled at by Tim for spray painting a billboard of him with penises? Check.

4. Getting yelled at by Dick for picking on his younger brothers? Check.

So really, it was getting yelled at by his family that he expected the most, but all things considered about his life, his expectations weren’t pretty high. He knew he was going to get hurt on patrol, knew was going to spend the rest of his life dealing with the chronic pain and learning how to manage it.

But the one thing Jason never expected, was to end up being friends with Harley Quinn.

And honest to God, the whole friendship only started because the psychiatrist they both went to accidentally scheduled them at the same time. A screw up. A monumental screw up. But it did lead to a revolutionary session where Jason and Harley spent most of their time badgering each other about their habits while the woman merely watched on and scribbled furiously at her notepad.

When they both left, they were in such a heated argument about which way would be better to deal with the Joker. Jason suggested a bullet in the head and Harley suggested cutting off his arms and legs. An excellent suggestion, he had to admit, but nothing would satisfy him more than killing the pasty bastard, and she knew that too.

Surprisingly, when Harley got to her bus stop, she grabbed the front collar of his shirt to keep him in place while she typed her number in his phone. Of course, Jason wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about: the fact that she’d lifted his phone without him knowing, or that she was putting her number in it and telling him to call her when he needed someone to talk to.

He’d responded that he didn’t need another shrink in his head.

She’d given him a pitied look and said it wasn’t for that, but for a friend.

And Jason wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but three weeks after, he was dialing her number at two A.M. just to hear someone’s voice over the deafening silence in his apartment.

They talked for hours about anything and everything. Cars, weapons, games, favorite childhood memories, everything they could think of. And by the time they’d finally talked until their tongues were numb, the sun had started peeking above the buildings in the distance.

He apologized for keeping her all night.

Harley laughed and asked to hang out on patrol come Friday night then hung up.

Jason hadn’t even told her who he was, but low and behold she was doing cartwheels on the roof of the building he was looking out on that night. And it should’ve annoyed him but hell, he’d grown up with Dick—gymnastics was something he was used to being around.

Halfway through their stakeout, she was perched on the side of the ledge, staring at the side of his head, and it shouldn’t’ve unnerved him like it did, but there was something about her bright blue eyes drilling into his brain that made his skin crawl—and not in the good way.

Will you stop boring holes in me, Quinn? He’d grunted. Pay attention.

Why? She’d retorted. Aren’t you tired of doing this? Don’t you wanna go do something fun?

Stopping drug dealers is good for Gotham.

I’m not talking about good for Gotham, Jason. I’m talking about for you.

Harley hauled him up and tugged him along, him barely resisting because good God she was relentless and headstrong when she put her mind to something. So, he let her. And she dragged him to the Bat-Burger down the block and shoved a roll of money towards the cashier, ordering one of everything on the menu.

And Jason found it really odd when he was balancing two trays in his hands while Harley carried the milkshakes over to the booth in the corner where they huddled in and started eating.

She held up a packet in between her fingers. Want some Jokerized seasoning?

He blinked at her and gently took it, sprinkling the red, white, and green flakes over his fries. And he wasn’t offended when she reached over and took one, popping it in her mouth.

It’s terrible to say it, but God I love this shit. She laughed and Jason’s jaw dropped.

I know! He agreed with a grin. I can’t help it! It’s so good!

Her eyes had narrowed at that. You should smile more, Jason. You look normal when you do.

Normal? He repeated.

You look happy. And that’s what you should strive for. She finalized and took the Robin Nuggets from his tray, grinning when he let out a noise of complaint.

When they could finally move after consuming so much food, she tugged him along to the department store that had closed hours before and while Jason wasn’t one to ever care about breaking and entering, he did have a problem with property that wasn’t a center for criminal activity.

Don’t be a baby. She griped and slipped in though one of the vents and Jason merely stared at the opening before he heard her yell to him. Get a move on! We have stuff to do!

Begrudgingly, he squeezed himself into the way too small vent and shimmied after her.

And Harley Quinn must’ve been planning this for a while because when his feet finally hit the floor, he watched as she started disabling security cameras and alarms in the entire building before spinning around and grinning at him.

Mall’s ours. Let’s get it. And she was off.

Bruce was not going to be happy about this but watching her swing that electrified bat at the glass windows, watching them shatter into millions of shards stirred up something devious in him and Harley was cackling when he broke a window with an armored elbow and yanked out the mannequin, tugging the black leather jacket off before shrugging it on.

He posed with his shoulders squared and strong and she clapped her hands. Looks good! Wanna go hit one of the jewelry stores and find some silver earrings to go with it?

Jason nodded and somehow Harley ended up piggybacking on him, giggling profusely when he started belting out Queen at the top of his lungs; she even joined when they got to the operatics.

And somehow, he let her convince him to go and help her raid the major makeup store in the mall. Harley managed to fill three backpacks full of lipsticks, foundations, eye-shadows, and a whole lotta other shit that Jason had no idea what they were for.

How much money do you think all that is? He inquired and she shrugged.

Probably a grand? Maybe two if I’m being honest. This place is a money-sucking-makeup-hog and I’ll be damned if I’m paying a hundred bucks for one set of lipstick and eyeliner.

She turned to him. Anywhere you wanna go? There’s a map out there if you wanna go look.

Jason nodded and walked out of the store while she was busy filling whatever belt pocket wasn’t empty.

After a few minutes, he heard, Found anywhere?

He pointed silently at one of the stores on the brightened map and she squinted, looking it over.

You wanna go there?

Wouldn’t’ve suggested it if I didn’t.

She shrugged and piggybacked him again. Lead the way, Jason.

He hated that the elevators had been out, and while he hadn’t broken a sweat carrying Harley up three flights of immovable stairs, his knees and his back were killing him when they finally got to the store.

He started wandering inside but stopped when she tossed him a duffel bag.

Fill it up with everything you want.

Jason tried to smile but could only manage a grimace as he stepped in and started going up and down the aisles. He wasn’t too picky with his choosing. Books that looked like they’d help manage his pain he shoved in the duffel bag. An electric pulsing gel pad went in too followed by a vibrating roller he could stretch his muscles on.

He was flipping through a book geared towards mindful chronic pain management when he felt her slide next to him.

Finding everything alright?

Mostly…this one is all about conditioning the mind to work with the pain.

Sounds useful. Meditation and mindfulness have been known to work. It’s really all about placebo-ing your mind into it. She looked at him. Jason, do you ever think about going to a physical therapist?

He scoffed. I already go see a shrink. Why would I go see another doctor?

Because your mind is one thing, and your body is another. Her hand was cool when she placed it on his arm. Jason, if you’re in pain, there are people who can help you.

He really wanted to be snarky but all he could do was glare at her. And what about you? Do you go see a doctor for all the things he did to you too?

Harley gazed at him for a long time before answering him firmly. I will if you do. Or… she started, then trailed off and picked up a few books on physical therapy. You can come to the apartment that Ivy and I live in and we can do it together.

And Jason blinked in shock because he’d never met a person who would agree to do something for themselves if he did something for himself, an agreement for dual help.

You’d really do that for me? For you too?

Harley smiled, big and pearly white, red lipstick a bit smeared in the corner from their meal earlier.

We’re both screwed up cause of what he did, Jason. But here’s where we’re different from everyone else.She linked her arm with his, leaned close and murmured. We’re not going to stew in it while healing is in our futures.

You know we’ll never be one hundred percent fixed, right?

It’s not about fixing, Jason. It’s about healing. Healing doesn’t mean you’re fixed. Memories, pain, it’ll always be there and no amount of management for pain or therapy is going to fix that.

She stared up at him. But it will remind you that you’re still you. Even if there’s a few broken pieces here and there. And no one can take that from you. Not even him.

Jason’s lungs were too tight to form words and his eyes stung horribly but he managed to swallow the lump enough to choke out his reply. You’re alright, Harley.

Smiling, she pressed her cheek into his bicep. Call me Harleen, Jason.

Not Harley?

No, not Harley. I only let the ones I care about call me Harleen.

Does this mean we’re friends then?

Oh, this absolutely means we’re friends now. Best friends, in fact. She tugged at his arm. And I think there’s a Wayne Enterprises outlet somewhere in here and I think we should leave Brucie boy a message.

Jason laughed and wiped his eyes, hurrying after her. Can we spray paint dicks everywhere?

Only if I can spray paint boobs.

You’ve got yourself a deal, Harleen.

Jason expected a lot in his life. To be yelled at by his family for being a pain-in-the-ass son and brother, to be injured on the job, to see a therapist every Tuesday and Thursday, to call his family every night to tell them he loved them.

But the one thing he never expected, was to find one of the greatest friends he’d ever had in a woman he had once been on opposite sides with.

He also didn’t expect Batman to come through the window of the outlet in the middle of their spray painting but that’s another story for another time.

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sillydg · 3 years

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Chapter eight: Behind closed doors

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Drake Walker X F!MC (Riley Herreld)

Word count: 3300

Series Summary “What if”: Riley and Drake spent a passionate one night stand together on the last night before the social season. The next day they find out the harsh truth of her being the new suitor in town and him being the handsome best friend of prince charming Liam… Are they going to write a fairytale of their own or will everything crash and burn?

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In this eight episode: We find out that happens after the door closes behind Liam and Riley. A/N: First of all, a very special thanks to @kachrisberry for sharing her thoughts with me and editing and most of all inspiring! Thank you! You’re amazing! A/N: So this chapter and well @kachrisberry’s undying love for Liam, (I'm sorry to torture you with this Drake based series) actually was the inspiration for silent waters. This chapter was not planned, it was a surprise, but also heartbreaking, because well.. if you read the pairing on top… Ugh, I’m the worst.. Next chapter will be indeed the burger double date! A/N: Thank you for reading and staying with me during this series! Please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist! A/N: Disclaimer: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pixelberry.

Episode Warnings: Language (Swearing and sexual terms), Implied sexual situations, Angst, longing.

Behind closed doors

She feels a hand encircle her wrist, as Liam pulls her inside her room, closing the door softly behind them.

She giggles, “my, my, Liam,…I’m not used to seeing you so impatient,” she lets her eyes drift over his outfit, “but I could get used to seeing you like this. Very dashing, this is definitely a good look on you,” and she smiles softly, “did you do this for me?”

He smiles as his hand slides down from her wrist to entwine his fingers with hers, “I thought I might make some effort for our burger date.”

“And the effort is much appreciated, but the big question here is… are you comfortable in it?”

He smiles softly and pulls her close, “God you’re adorable, and yes I am. Very much so.”

She matches his smile, “good. That’s the most important thing to me, and me enjoying the sight of you is just a big plus.”

“Mmh, is that right?” He gently moves his hand up, and sets a step back to spin Riley around, “well let me tell you, the feeling is completely mutual, gorgeous,” and he pulls her back to his chest again.

As she smiles brightly, her white teeth get accentuated by the cherry red on her lips, “I was a little bit scared, but this is me… so... you like it?”

He nods with a twinkle in his eyes, “believe me when I say, I’m the luckiest man in the universe to have you on my arm tonight. And to thank you for joining me on this date...” he walks towards the desk where he put the chocolates before he pulled her inside, “I’ve got you a little something.”

He gives her the small box, and sees how her eyes light up in surprise, “I can’t believe you got me something.” She opens the box with al delicacy and her eyes grow wide at the sight of the three chocolate bottles. “I never thought that I would say this, but these chocolates are gorgeous, look at all those details. Thank you so much.”

He smiles at her excitement, “and the filling matches the bottles.”

“Noooo, I’m going to enjoy these later okay?” Carefully she lays the chocolates back on her desk, and after that, she pulls Liam in a big hug, “thank you!”

L: Damn, Drake really nailed this one.

He chuckles, looking down at her as he encircles her with his arms, “I’m happy that you’re happy… but these chocolates are not the only reason why I came here Riley.” He lets his hands drift along her arms and find her fingers once again, “is it okay to sit down for a bit?”

“Of course, o my God, yes sit down. How rude of me, do you want something to drink?”

Smiling softly he shakes his head and leads her towards the bed, “I’m fine really,” and he sits down, pulling her onto his lap, “is this okay?”

She nods as she lays an arm around his neck and he slides his arm around her waist, as his eye fall onto her nightstand and he grabs one of the pictures, “is this John?”

She nods and can’t help but smile, “yes, that’s John and Nick and over there is a picture of me and my sister Kristy. Those three are my everything.”

He puts the photo back onto the nightstand and grabs the one with her and her sister on it. And with a smile on his face he says, “and I can’t wait to meet them.” He falls silent before looking up to her, “looks like you left behind quiet the life to be here, Riley. That's a really brave thing to do.” She swallows at his words as they hit her right into the chest.

R: Oh God, don't say that, because I'm not as brave as you think. If you only knew... If you only knew that I probably would have run during princess training if there was a chance...because Olivia is right. I don't fit here, and I never will. But unfortunately, there is no chance for me to run, to be free. Oh God if you only knew, I've been searching these past years for a solution... and I never will stop doing that, but actual hope has faded. I can only accept and do everything in my power to protect my innocent little sister from a disaster. I have no choice but to be here. I'm so sorry Liam, I wish I could tell you the truth. You deserve so much more.

He looks around the room, “so what about your parents? Do you have any pictures of them?” He turns his gaze back towards her and sees her eyes water, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She smiles softly as a few tears escape, wiping them with her sleeve, “it’s fine Liam, because you’re not wrong. Jeez, I cry an awfully lot these two days, thank God for waterproof mascara.” He pulls her close to give her a soft kiss on her cheek and he rubs her back gently. She closes her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder and tries to enjoy the feeling of him rubbing her back. It feels good and it feels safe… but…

R: For fuck sake, what is wrong with me, this must be officially the sweetest man alive. But why doesn’t he make me feel.. the way Drake does when he touches me, comforts me.

“It’s okay to cry. And well, I’m glad you’re here, if I may say so.”

She smiles softly as she moves her head up from his shoulder, “thank you Liam. And about my parents… it’s complicated. I don’t really have the best relationship with them. Not the one you really want growing up or even now. But it's a long story, and it’s still hard to talk about, so… let’s just say that I’m really happy to have John and Nick in my life. Sometimes the best family is the one you choose for yourself.”

He squeezes her once again against him, “I can only agree Riley, and I respect your wishes. Please, know that you can talk about it to me if you want. I would love to learn all about you… the good and the bad. And well, that’s actually what brings me here.” He started to shift a little bit nervously, “that brings me to the next question.”

“There’s more?” She looks up and sees the nervous expression on his face, “are you okay there Liam? Am I making you nervous? It’s just me. Oh, do I need to get off your lap?”

He smiles at her sudden wave of questions, “first of all, I don’t want you to leave my lap ever. Second, never ever say ‘it’s just me’ again Riley, because you're not just you. I know that we don’t know each other for more than a day, but I know one thing for sure, you’re amazing. One of a kind. And honestly that makes me a bit nervous, but the good kind of nervous.” She smiles at his sweet words and lays a gentle hand on his cheek, “thank you Liam, for your kind words and for sharing your feelings with me, that couldn’t have been easy.”

“This is exactly what I mean, Riley,” and he smiles softly at her while he grabs a little paper out of his pocket and he hands it to her. “Will you, Riley Herreld, join me on these dates over the next five days?”

A big smile appears on her face and she starts to shake at the adrenaline in her body, “but I mean… the fact that we are going out tonight is already a big deal right? You.. you want to do that every night of upcoming five days?”

He nods while letting out a shaky breath, “if you’ll have me of course. And these dates will be only the two of us.” He puts his finger under her chin, gently breaking her gaze away from the paper, to meet his eyes. His lips merely a breath away now, “look Riley. It’s important for me to get to know you, but you also inspire me to take a look at myself. For a long time I have pushed myself away because of the duties that come with the throne, but you made me realize that to be the king I want to be, to connect with the people, I need to figure out what kind of person I am outside of my duties. And sharing these things with you, is a great start to explore myself, to explore you... to explore us.”

Her heart pounds at his words, “Liam.. I don’t know what to say, these plans are amazing, and your words…God, no one has ever done anything like this for me.” Her gaze moves to his lips… If there ever was a perfect moment for her to kiss him, it was now.

R: What is wrong with me… this amazing man in front of me. The perfect moment. Al his efforts. But my thoughts keep drifting off… Come on Riley, he deserves a chance...

He smiles softly, “you deserve the world Riley, but I can’t absolutely take all the credit for these, Drake was kind enough to help me with putting these together, he already knows you better than you think. You’re a honest to God miracle worker for connecting with him like you are doing, Riley.”

She frowns at his words and starts to stumble, still processing the fact of being perfectly okay with missing the perfect moment to kiss him, now her thoughts racing to the words Liam said just now, “Drake.. he helped you?”

R: Okay… he had some help and maybe doesn’t get to me the way Drake does, but he is showing that he wants to, that he’s willing to work for it, so maybe he can eventually, right?

“Yes, and honestly the chocolates were his idea too.”

Riley tries to compose herself, holding up a smile, and she looks at the chocolates at her desk.

R: Drake…Okay... he helped Liam by putting all of this together. I mean, I was just practically looking at my favorite to do list, which means that we might even be a better match than I thought… But I just don’t understand, why would he help Liam? After our night together and our little moments today? Is he just being a good friend like I suspect him to be, or maybe it was just naïve for me to think that it would mean more, that there might be something there to explore.. and that he would be thinking the same thing?

Because, with him helping Liam, he practically tells me to go for it. That he doesn’t mind. Hell, those little moments might just have been in my head, I don’t think he sees me like that at all. But does it matter anyway. Why do I keep forgetting, two choices, not three. So even if there actually IS something to explore, I can’t. I simply can’t. I cannot risk to ruin my sisters future for what seems to be a stupid first time ever crush. Two choices, not three.

So you know what, maybe I should listen to his message and it’s time to focus on that gorgeous, sweet, whole package man in front of me. He might not give me the same sensations, as Drake does with the touch of a finger, but might be the base of a stable and loving relationship instead of a passionate one, with a chance at burning too bright, too fast, short one.

But.. then there’s still a secret hanging above our heads, so what the hell am I supposed to do. Is Drake right? Do we really have to keep this from him? Oh, why won’t he just talk to me, instead of pushing me towards Liam without any explanation, giving mixed signals? Okay, calm down. Liam and I were not a couple the night that Drake and I got together, hell we didn't even know each other. And even though Liam tries to get close, it will be a long time before we actually will be able to call ourselves a couple, or that might never happen in case I’m not chosen. So why am I making this big of a deal out of it? It didn’t mean anything, right? Just a one-night stand, just like all the other ones I had in my life. Okay, I actually slept in his bed after, which is a big deal to me. But that doesn't have to mean that it's also a big deal to him... So, you know what... I am just going to see what this thing with Liam is and where it goes. Just like Drake sort of clearly wants to. Right? DKLJDSFJLJSDKLFJKLSDJFKLJSDF, why am I so confused right now? Liam softly strokes her cheek, “Riley, are you okay?”

Her eyes snap up to his, “mmmh? Oh yes, of course, I’m sorry, I tend to do this, I can get in my head sometimes.”

He looks at her with expectation in his eyes, “yeah, you seemed quite far away. You know, it’s fine if you don’t want to. Things can be truly overwhelming at court and well, you told me that you’re not used to dating either. The last thing I want is to push you in a direction you don’t want to go.”

R: This man… Fuck why is he so amazing? And why am I complaining about that? Oh right, because it reminds me how annoying I am, to not feel the need to dive in head over heels and skip dinner due to other, more sweaty activities, which he is clearly ready for.

And she sighs at her own thoughts, before giving him a soft smile, “I know, and yes I might be freaking out from time to time, but I would love to go on that adventure with you Liam, tonight and the next few days after. I would be a fool to say no. A honest goddamn fool. And do you know why?”

He smiles cheekily, “because I’m a crown prince and you're obviously only after the crown.”

“Yes, that obviously reason number one,” she smacks him playfully against his shoulder.

He pulls her closer to his chest and their blues meet, “tell me, Riley,” and he leans a bit forward.

“Because your heart is in the right place, you are selfless, sensitive, devoted, righteous, sweet, naughty, and strong, because hell, how did you and your heart survive in all those years growing up at court.”

Liam sighs, keeping her gaze as his eyes are watering this time, “it turned cold,, stopped beating” he moves her hand to his heart, “but I found that it recently started beating again.”

R: This man…

She gently whipes away a few escaped tears, and she can't help but notice the longing in his eyes as she softly stroke his cheeks. She moves her forehead against his and he closes his eyes. She feels his breath tickle against her lips.

R: What the hell is stopping me. For God’s sake. Drake gave his signal, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t care, then why should you Riley. Why the hell should you?

Suddenly Liam moves his hand up and stops his hand above her heart, “may I?” his forehead never leaving hers. She nods and he lays his hand on her heart, feeling it pounding. He smiles, but she knows that it’s not him it’s pounding for.

R: He deserves so much better. So much better. God, two options, may very well become one. It might be better to just take my distance, lay low and make sure that I'm not picked, and after the social season just disappear from his and from Drake’s life and go with the arranged marriage. For fuck sake. I need to think this through…Because seeing the other woman at court... and the connection he doesn't seem to have with them... and if I make him feel this way... and since I'm able to protect my sister like this...maybe it is just the right way to go for it. Oh God, why is this so confusing.

With a groan he moves slightly back, “I don’t want to break this moment, but I think the guys are waiting for us outside.”

She nods and puts on a smile, “well that means I’ve got to get up right?”

He smiles broadly at her, “not if I carry you,” and he easily gets up with her in his arms, “is the lady all set to go?”

“Ohh, I need my identity card! It’s on my desk.” He carries her towards the desk and leans forward for her to grab her card, then he freezes. She frowns and follows his gaze toward next to the desk. Drake’s vest.

“Euhm, Riley… what’s Drake vest doing here?” Riley clears her throat, “well, he was so kind to lend it to me on the plane when I got cold. We were talking and he didn’t want me to get up, so he gave it to me and after he told me to keep it. It’s been colder than expected here, so I’ve been wearing it this afternoon.”

Liam chuckles, “well, since Maxwell and I are going shopping for our dates tomorrow, I’ll be happy to put on some extra vests on the list, because I cannot have you wearing other man’s vests,” he frowns at his own words and falls silent.

L: I don’t understand, why would Drake lie to me about leaving his vest at the wiggling tail?

Riley feels her heart pounding at Liam’s frown and he sets her on her own two feet.

R: O God, I hate this. I’m not lying about the vest, but why does it feel like a big thing while it’s supposed to be not. He deserves so much better. “Liam? Is something wrong?”

“It’s just,” he shakes his head and puts up a smile, “Drake’s surprises me more and more these past two days, he’s usually not one to talk to strangers, I actually would’ve suspected him to sit in the airplane with his music in his ears or sleeping in one of the cabins. I remember how defensive he was when he was told that you would travel back with him and Maxwell. So this kind of confirms what kind of miracle worker you actually are.” He smiles softly as he grabs her hand and softly strokes it with his thumb, “He’s usually a bit of a loner, pushing people away from him. So, it means the world to me that you found a way to connect with the most important person in my life, and that the two of you can get along so well, you know, since the two of you are going to spend a lot of time together.” Riley tries to keep it together, but it is getting harder and harder.

R: For fuck sake.

“Well, and the one night stand with the New York woman sure did good too I guess. I mean, for him to give up his all-time favorite vest, I don’t think any miracle alone would establish that.”

R: His all-time favorite vest?

She clears her throat, “ahh, yes, Maxwell mentioned something about the one night stand on the plane.”

Liam grins, “oh, Drake probably would have loved that! But yes, did he give you a name by any chance? I might want to surprise him and thank him by setting up a date. I mean, even though he denies it, but he actually took her to his hotel room and they slept in the same bed. That’s a huge thing, so it would be a waste for him to not see where it goes.” Riley’s heart starts to pound practically out of her chest.

R: That’s also a big deal for him? Oh God... And he wants to set up a date for Drake to see where it goes? Oh Liam, you Angel of a man, if you only knew. I’m so sorry for what I’m about to say…

“No he, uhh, he didn’t give me a name…I’m sorry.”

Liam grabs his mobile phone, “too bad. Now, we really need to go. The guys just texted me that we are taking too long and they are heading for the bar already. And they just sent it, so if we go now, we’ll be right on their heels, but… gives me the chance to enjoy a little bit more alone time with you. We might have to sneak out from the balcony though, it is kind of late already and the guards will be patrolling the hallways by now. So let's get going because, we don’t want to let the other couple wait that long, right, what kind of double date would that be?”

She walks towards the balcony with a smirk, “ double date? Ahhhh, you talked to Maxwell! Well that explains Drake’s annoyed face just now in the hallway. Ohh poor guy, he must really hate me right now.”

“Yeah right,” Liam follows her through the balcony doors grabbing her hand and pulling her close once more, “like anyone could hate you,” and he burrows his face in the crook of her neck, “God, you smell so good Riley.” He plants soft kisses in her neck.

She giggles, “Liam, we are practically in public right now,” making him slowly pull away, groaning, “I know, I know… I just can’t help it.” He looks around, scanning for guards. “I think the coast is clear, so I’ll go first and…” His head snaps as he hears a thud at the left side and he looks down at a smirking Riley, “come on Liam, this is absolutely not my first jailbreak. Tik tak… don’t risk your life by keeping a woman from her burger!”

He watches her as she walks away and he can’t help but smile and whispers to himself, “who had ever thought that there is a chance at happiness here at court?” He climbs off her balcony and follows her, off to a burger double date.

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