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Mystique - Azriel x Reader

Mystique - Azriel x Reader

Summary: When the whole family is dragged to the new ballet show in Velaris, Mystique, Azriel never imagined a mating bond snapping into place...but as soon as she stepped on stage, he knew his life was about to change forever.

Warnings: mention of strict dieting of a dancer

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Going to see a ballet show was not how Azriel planned to spend his Saturday night, or any night really. Arts and theater were not something he was usually interested in. But Feyre had begged the whole family to go, claiming she had bought a private booth in the gallery for them to watch their opening night show.

Elain had been the first to agree, so he followed along. If only to spend some time with her, to watch her face light up as she watched the performance.

Mystique. That was the name of the show they were seeing tonight. He had no idea what it was about or what to expect. But he didn’t care. Not as he snagged the seat next to Elain and brushed his fingers against hers as she gave him a secret smile.

The lights had dimmed and the audience fell quiet. It was a full house tonight, no seat below in the orchestra empty. Even the other private booths in the gallery were filled with rich nobles.

He understood the name of the ballet once it started. All the dancers were wearing masquerade masks. That was about the only interesting thing about it. His eyes flickered from the stage to Elain every so often, more enthralled with her than the dancers.

But then she came on stage. The main dancer partnered with some male. Her costume was a light pink, bejeweled with gems and flowers, with a tutu that showed off her long legs. It was the gleam of the jewels that had caught his attention, shining brightly in the faelights.

And then his eyes had drifted up, to the pink mask that matched the costume and the dancer beneath it.

He knew she was special the moment he laid eyes on her. Not because of the elegant, graceful way she moved on stage, or how she seemed to have captured the rapt attention of the audience. No, she was special because she was her.

His eyes didn’t leave her figure after that. Constantly following her movements as she danced around the stage alongside the male and the other dancers, always standing out.

When the show ended and the performers came out for applause and shouts from the house, he knew his life was about to change forever.

Because when she came out holding hands with her partner, bowing before the crowd masks off, a gold thread from his chest unraveled and the mating bond snapped into place.

If it wasn’t for his years of training, of all the time he perfected his craft as the spymaster, he wouldn’t have been able to keep such a cool demeanor. He gave no indication to his family, said nothing as the dancers disappeared behind the curtains and everyone rose to leave.

“That was beautiful!” Elain chirped from next to him and he almost jumped. He had forgotten she was there.

All he could think about was her. The dancer. His mate. His beautiful, beautiful mate.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

Opening night had been a success and the second show had gone off without a hitch as well. Your legs and feet were so sore as you made your way back to the dressing rooms with the other gaggle of girls, already yanking the pins out of your hair.

You rubbed at your scalp, soothing the tightness from the bun your hair had been in, as you walked up to your mirror on the long vanity table. You paused for a moment at the sight of a single rose lying beneath the mirror on the table. That had definitely not been there at the beginning of the show tonight.

You picked it up, twirling the stem in your fingers. The faintest scent still clinging to it was foreign from the sweet smell of rose. A hint of cedar and night-chilled mist, a very masculine smell.

“What’s that?” your friend, Lena, asked, peering over your shoulder at the rose in your hand.

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled.

“Oooohhh,” some of the girls around you giggled and your cheeks turned pink at all the attention. “Are you hiding a male from us, y/n?”

You shook your head. “No, no. It must’ve been for one of the other girls. Probably didn’t know which mirror was hers.”

Your dismissal had the other girls turning back around, no longer interested now that there was no gossip to be shared. You wished you knew who the rose was for so you could give it to her but there was no note or anything—just that faint smell.

The next night you were met with another rose beneath your mirror. You frowned as all the girls giggled behind you. Had the male still not realized his girlfriend had never gotten his rose?

“I think you might have a secret admirer,” Lena said, grinning at you.

“I don’t think so. Maybe we should all label our mirrors,” you suggested. “I’d hate for these roses to keep going to the wrong girl.”

“I think Lena is right,” one of the other girls said. “I think y/n has a secret admirer!”

You rolled your eyes, plopping down in your chair to start the long process of ripping the pins from your hair and taking off your stage make-up. “How would they even know where I sat? And a stranger would never be allowed back here.”

“Let’s do what you said then and write our names on the mirrors. Then we can find out who’s the true owner of the roses,” Lena said. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and wrote her name on the corner of the mirror before spreading the lipstick on her lips and kissing the spot she had just signed.

She handed the tube of lipstick over to you and you laughed, doing the same as her.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

"Alright, it's official. Y/n has a secret admirer!"

Your mouth dropped open as the group of girls giggling around your mirror parted and you saw another red rose on the vanity. You picked it up carefully, glancing up at your mirror to make sure your name was still written there.

The girls around you were still giggling, some making kissy noises as your cheeks lit up with embarrassment. That scent was clinging to the rose, the cedar and night-chilled mist. You took a small inhale, finding the smell to be so tantalizing.

"Any idea who it could be?" Lena asked from beside you.

You shook your head. "No, it's not like I've had time to go out between rehearsals and the show. I haven't met anyone new in the past few months."

It was true. Your mother, one of the ballet teachers here in Velaris, kept you on a tight leash. Between classes, rehearsals and show nights, you didn't go out. Mother always said anything else was a distraction and that ballet involved sacrifices if you wanted to be a principal dancer. A role you had finally landed this season, which meant you were even more busy.

Besides, you hadn't ever been with a male like that. You had barely just turned twenty and had spent your whole childhood in ballet studios with your mother. The males that were part of those classes usually swung for the other team and the few that were into girls were usually snatched up quickly by the others.

"How do you think he's even getting into the dressing rooms?" you mumbled to Lena, who shrugged before a mischievous grin spread on her face.

"Maybe we should ask one of the understudies to hang around here during the next show so they can catch him in the act. I'm dying to know who it is," she said.

"Not a bad idea," one of the other girls chimed in.

"I’ll ask Helena. She's still nursing her sore ankle from her fall,” you replied, placing the rose into your satchel to take home. Pretty soon you’d have a whole bouquet.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

“No one?! But how is that even possible?”

You stared at the new rose on the vanity before you. Helena had stalked out the dressing room but she claimed no one had ever entered.

“I don’t know, but I’m telling you, no one came in here,” Helena said back to Lena.

“And you stayed in here the whole time?”

Helena rubbed the back of her neck. “Well, I stepped out at one point to talk to Nicholas but I swear, my eyes were on the door the whole time! No one went in or came out!”

“Maybe they winnowed?” One of the girls suggested.

You shook your head. “This place is warded from that. Set up by our High Lord himself. There’s no way someone could break through those.”

“Perhaps we have a phantom on our hands,” one of the other girls laughed. “A romantic with a crush on y/n.”

All the girls fell into a fit of giggles as your cheeks turned bright red. You scowled at them, feeling a little embarrassed.

Maybe someone was pulling a prank on you? But who would do that? You didn’t think any of the girls would be that cruel but…

Your mind was not going to rest until you found out who was putting these roses here.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

The next day you were rushing through the very busy streets of Velaris, trying to get to the ballet studio. You had slept in on accident and you were going to be late for rehearsal, something that might lead to your understudy taking over your role. Ballet teachers were strict like that, would see being late as a lack of self discipline and an uncaring attitude.

You sprinted around a corner only to smack right into the chest of someone. You let out a gasp, your ballet bag falling to the floor along with your folder full of sheet music for the pianist.

“Watch where you’re going!” The Fae you had run into hissed, stepping over the strewn papers on the floor.

You were definitely going to be late now. You bit your lip, trying to fight back tears as you bent down and started to collect everything. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice the person kneeling in front of you until they were holding out a stack of the music sheets for you.

“Thank you so much!” You said quickly, grabbing the papers and looking up to see who had stopped to help you.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the most beautiful male you had ever laid eyes on. His piercing hazel eyes bore into yours, his dark hair brushing against his forehead as he looked down at you, despite both of you kneeling on the ground. Giant wings sprouted from his back, hiding the sight of the bustling crowd.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was dark, just like the shadows that were now curling around his shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized who he was. The shadowsinger. One of the fae in Rhysand’s inner court.

You cleared your throat when you realized you had been staring at him for a minute too long, your cheeks turning pink.

You shoved the papers back into the folder and grabbed your bag off the ground, standing back up. “Yes, thank you, I’m fine. It was my fault anyways. I was rushing because I’m late for rehearsal and my mother is going to kill me if I lose my role and—”

You shut your mouth as you realized you had started rambling. To his credit, Azriel didn’t seem annoyed. No, he looked more concerned as he stared down at you and Gods, now you were realizing how tall he was.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m y/n,” you said, hugging your folder against your chest. “You’re Azriel, right, the spymaster?”

He nodded in answer, his shadows dancing on his shoulders.

“Would you like me to take you wherever it is you need to go? I can get you there faster.”

You were still mesmerized by his elegant beauty; he was so devastating to look at. You hadn’t even heard a word he had just said. Gods, you were absolutely embarrassing yourself. “Huh?”

He seemed amused now, faint color on his cheeks. “I asked if you would like me to take you wherever you need to go. My shadows let me travel faster than most fae.”

“Oh please, if you could! I just need to get to the ballet studio.”

You didn’t have time to deny his request, didn’t think twice of it through the panic of running late. He held out his arm for you and you placed your hand in the crevice of his elbow. His shadows surrounded you both until you were in complete darkness.

It was a different feeling than winnowing, something you still had yet to learn how to do. But the feeling of traveling through Azriel’s shadows was slightly calming.

Not a second later, the two of you appeared in front of the ballet studio, saving you the ten minute walk. You let out a breath of relief knowing that you weren’t going to be late anymore.

“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” you chimed, untangling your arm from his.

He gave you a small dip of the head when suddenly a familiar scent washed over you. It took you a second to place it but…No, it couldn’t be, right? It wasn’t the same smell as the one that lingered on the roses?

But that cedar and night-chilled mist smell was unmistakable.

Azriel was disappearing in a swarm of shadows when you waved a hand at him, shouting at him to wait so you could ask him about the roses but he vanished from view, leaving you standing on the side of the street alone with a million questions running through your head.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

Another week went by and still every night after the show, a rose was waiting for you at your vanity. The same scent of cedar and night-chilled mist still faintly clinging to them. You hadn’t seen Azriel again since that day and part of you was certain you had mistakenly thought he smelled like the mysterious stranger leaving you roses.

You were stretching your feet out, getting ready to do your warm-up before the show when the Head Teacher walked in, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up, girls!” she shouted so everyone could hear her. “I have an important announcement to make. The High Lady loved our show so much she’s inviting the entirety of the Royal Ballet to a dinner at The House of Wind to celebrate our hard work. This is an honor and I expect you all to treat it as such. Next rehearsal, you all need to bring a dress that you plan to wear to the dinner so they can be approved by me. Now, back to work, girls!”

As soon as she left the room, the chattering began. Everyone was excited about the news, mostly to have an excuse to dress up but your thoughts were stuck on the shadowsinger, at the chance to see him again and as weird as it sounded, see if his scent matched the stranger who was leaving you roses.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

You stared at yourself in the mirror, twirling around. Your mother had picked your dress like the controlling person she was, but for once, you actually liked her choice. It was a light pink gown, with a long A line tulle skirt and a corseted bodice with off the shoulder straps. The fabric was covered with stars that shined like diamonds and some pearl detailing.

“Come, y/n,” your mother called out from the living room of the apartment you both lived in. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

You met the rest of the girls at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the House of Wind. The High Lord and Lady had assured you guys that transportation up to the House would be provided. The girls were all giggling with anticipation, gossiping together about what to expect.

Four winged figures swept down in front of your group. The High Lord was one of them, dressed finely in all black with his huge wings held high behind him. The High Lady was next to him, dressed in dark blue harem pants with a matching crop top, both decorated with sparkling jewels. The General, Cassian, stood behind them wearing his Illyrian leathers, arms crossed with a friendly smile on his face.

And lastly, the Spymaster. He stood next to his fellow Illyrian, also in his leathers, and looked just as devastatingly beautiful as that day he had taken you to the ballet studio. His wings were giant, even more so than the other three, making him look like a dark angel. Your cheeks turned pink as his gaze met yours and you bit your lip, looking away.

“Ladies,” the High Lord purred in greeting. “We are pleased that you accepted our invitation. The House of Wind is warded against winnowing, so we are here to fly you up. It is a short flight, but if any of you are uncomfortable with the idea, we will try to accommodate you.”

You watched as the girls exchanged looks with each other, giggling and turning a bit red at the idea. You found your eyes going back to the shadowsinger, jolting as you realized he was still staring at you. Something jumped in your chest, causing your pulse to spike.

“Now, who wants to be the first to go?” The High Lord stepped forward and held out his hand.

Lena winked at you and was the first to volunteer. The High Lady also held out her hand with a smile. “I can also fly some of you up. I promise I’m just as strong as the boys.”

Slowly, one by one, the girls from your company paired with the four winged faes, letting them fly them up to the House. It was a quick process; Rhysand hadn’t lied when he said it was a short flight. You hung around in the back of the group, feeling a bit nervous as you watched them disappear into the sky each time.

You had never been that high up in the air before, a bit of anxiety curling in your stomach.

“Lady,” the General was in front of you now and you realized you were one of the only girls left to go. “Are you ready to be flown up?”

He held out a hand to you but you bit your lip, looking up at the House of Wind again. “I-I’m just a bit nervous.”

“It’ll be over quick, I promise,” he grinned, trying to settle your nerves.

You hesitated again and suddenly the Spymaster was there, gently nudging his brother to the side. Cassian glanced at him in question.

“I’ll take her, Cass,” Azriel said, looking at you. Something about his hazel eyes had your shoulders falling. “I can use my shadows so she doesn’t have to fly.”

That seemed like enough of an explanation for Cassian because he stepped aside and moved on to the next girl who was still waiting.

“Your shadows can get past the wards?” you asked, curiously. You glanced at the shadows that seemed to be dancing around his shoulders.

“Yes, they can,” he answered simply. Azriel held out his arm to you, just as he had that day. You took it gently and waited for the shadows to cover you.

If his shadows could get past the wards of one of the High Lord’s residences, then they could absolutely get past the ones around the theater’s dressing rooms. Which could mean he really was the stranger leaving you roses.

“I just want you to know I didn’t want to fly not because your wings scare me but because of the height,” you said, feeling the need to make that clear. Azriel glanced down at you with an unreadable expression and you suddenly felt even more nervous. “In fact, I think your wings are quite beautiful and I would never—”

You closed your mouth sharply, realizing that you were both rambling again and also that you guys were now in the dining room, where everyone else was taking a seat. You blushed and stepped away from him. “Thank you.”

He dipped his head and gestured towards the dining table without a word. You gave him a nervous smile as you scurried past him and to the seat next to where your mother was sitting, already saving you a chair. As you passed by him, you were met with that scent again. The cedar and night-chilled mist.

This time it was so unmistakable that you whirled around to look at him. But he had disappeared already, likely helping the remaining girls down below. You let out a sigh and continued on your way to your seat.

When everyone was accounted for, Azriel slid into the seat across from you and you had to keep your eyes glued to your plate to stop yourself from blatantly staring at him. Should you find a moment to ask him about the roses? Should you let him come to you? Or maybe he had been leaving the roses for you as a favor for a friend? That theory almost made more sense because the idea of the shadowsinger leaving you roses seemed so far-fetched.

All throughout dinner you managed to sneak glances at Azriel as you ate. You joined in the conversations around you but noticed that the shadowsinger didn’t talk that much, seeming much more content in just observing.

Once everyone seemed done with dinner, the High Lord snapped his fingers and it was all replaced by a huge spread of different desserts. Cakes, pastries, custards, tarts. Everything you could imagine. You didn’t get to indulge in sweets much, your mother was strict about your diet to keep you in shape as a dancer, so your eyes lit up at the sight.

You started to reach for the closest thing to you, a tiny fruit tart, but your mother slapped your hand with a hiss under her breath, “You’ve had enough to eat tonight. You know the rule about sweets.”

Your brows furrowed, upset. You placed your hands on your lap under the table, nodding. “Sorry, mother.”

She pressed her lips together and placed her napkin on her own empty plate. Your eyes lingered on what looked like a peach pie, longingly. You felt a ping of envy as you watched all the other girls trying everything.

“You should try the pie.” Azriel’s voice had your head whipping up and his eyes connected with yours. “It’s the High Lady’s favorite.”

You glanced at your mother, opening your mouth to politely decline but she cut you off.

“Well, go on,” she said, nodding towards the pie. “Don’t insult them by not eating any.”

You ground your teeth together, turning a bit pink. As if she hadn’t been the one to literally stop you from having any just a second ago. You looked back at Azriel, noting the way a muscle in his jaw clenched, and nodded your head.

“I will, thank you,” you said, eagerly taking a slice of the pie.

It was delectable and you nearly moaned as you ate it. A small smile lit up your face as you tried it.

“The High Lady has good taste,” you said to Azriel, who was still staring at you. “The pie is delicious.”

He gave you the smallest of smiles and it warmed something in your chest.

Once everyone was finished eating, the High Lord cleared the table and moved everyone towards the large sitting room. There were some servants walking around with champagne and wine, which kept the party going steady. It was exciting to be able to socialize like this and you were having a good time, especially now that you didn’t have to be glued to your mother’s side.

Your eyes roamed the room, trying to find the shadowsinger. The glass of champagne you had made you feel a bit more brave. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask him about the roses. It took you a minute of walking around to finally catch sight of him. He was resting against the railing outside on one of the many balconies. You glanced around, making sure no one was watching you, before you stepped outside.

He didn’t turn to look at you, not even as the door shut behind you, cutting off the noise that came from inside. It was like he already knew who had stepped out. You fiddled with your fingers, staring at his back. Some of the liquid courage was chased away by the cold breeze, but you refused to back down now that you were out here.

“You are the one who has been leaving me roses every night,” you said, quietly, walking towards him.

“I am,” he answered as you slid up next to him, grabbing the railing to keep your hands from shaking.

You were surprised at how quickly he admitted it. You were silent for a moment, staring at his profile. Under the moonlight, he was truly a vision to be seen. Your breath caught in your throat when he finally looked at you.

“I apologize if it has made you uncomfortable,” he said, his shadows seemed to hide behind his wings as if they were scared of what your response might be.

“It hasn’t,” you replied, gently. You gave him a soft smile. “They are quite beautiful. But I must ask why.”

His shadows eased, cascading down his shoulders. His lips twitched, amused by your question.

“I cannot lie to you,” Azriel said, his voice low and dark like his shadows. It sent a shiver down your spine. “I find you very beautiful, y/n. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I watched your show.”

Your eyes widened, your cheeks turning bright red. You hadn’t been expecting him to be so forthcoming. You hadn’t had much experience with males, so you fumbled with what to say back.

“Oh,” you squeaked out.

That only seemed to amuse him even more.

“Has no one told you that before?”

“Perhaps not quite so… candidly.”

His lips twitched and you felt that spark in your chest again. He shook his head a bit, tousling his hair as he turned his body fully towards you, still leaning on the railing.

“Well, now that my identity has been exposed,” Azriel said. “May I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“Y-yes,” you managed to stutter out, butterflies exploding in your stomach. Never in your dreams would you have imagined being courted by the Night Court’s spymaster.

He smiled this time and the sight of it almost knocked you off your feet.

“Good,” he said, then his hand flicked into his shadows and he pulled out a single, red rose. “For you. Since I wasn’t able to leave one tonight.”

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you reached out and took the flower from his hands. He dipped his head at you before disappearing into his shadows, leaving you alone on the balcony, twirling the rose in your hand with red cheeks and a warm feeling in your heart.

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱

A month had passed since that night on the balcony. Azriel had continued leaving you roses after each show, something the girls all cooed over. You had also found out that he had charmed them to make sure they never died. So now you had a beautiful bouquet of never-ending roses in a vase on your vanity in the dressing room and even one in your room at home.

Your first date went very well. You were surprised by how much the two of you had in common. And soon he had taken you on a second, a third, a fourth…and so on.

You found yourself falling for him….hard. He was different around you than he was with most others. More talkative, more charming and funny. His wit never failed to impress you.

Your mother wasn’t very pleased at first, especially since you hadn’t consulted her before agreeing to that first date. But once she found out it was Azriel who had asked you, she seemed pleased considering he was a high-ranking member of your court. You hated how superficial your mother was, but was happy she didn’t try to prevent you from seeing him.

You hadn’t told him just how inexperienced you were, but he was a polite and kind male. He hadn’t even tried to kiss you yet. It was like he knew your hesitations and the need to take things slow with you despite you ever telling him that. But then again, he seemed to know everything you felt, at all times. Sometimes you even wondered if he was a daemati like the High Lord, but he had only laughed when you accused him of it.

Today, Azriel had taken you out for some coffee and a small lunch after your morning rehearsal. Now the two of you were pushing through the bustling crowds on the streets, taking in the sights of the city. Your eyes lingered on a flower shop you passed by often, at the lovely moonflowers they had on display outside.

Azriel noticed what had drawn your attention and pulled you over to the shop. You took a sniff of the moonflowers, basking in their sweet scent. “So beautiful.”

“Would you like one?” Azriel asked in that voice of his that still sent shivers down your spine.

You smiled up at him, nodding your head.

“Azriel?”

You pulled your eyes away from him to look at the person who had just called out his name. The High Lady’s sister stood on the small steps leading up into the shop, a large pot in her arms and a bag full of seeds.

Her doe eyes flickered between you and Azriel, until they dropped to something below. You followed her gaze to look at your conjoined hands. You quickly let go, face turning a bit pink. You had no idea why you suddenly felt as though you had been caught doing something wrong.

“Hello Elain,” Azriel said, his voice polite but flat.

She studied him and then turned that gaze on you, her eyes narrowing a bit. You looked between her and Azriel, not really sure what was going on.

“Oh, you’re that ballerina,” she said. “I remember you, from the show.”

“This is y/n. She is my…” He paused and you shifted from foot to foot. “She is my…friend.”

Friend.

His Friend.

Something about that sentence made your heart crack into two. A weird, unpleasant feeling curled in your stomach and your smile dropped.

Friends.

Elain seemed to ignore your presence, her gaze still stuck on Azriel. “I haven’t seen you in three weeks. Where have you been?”

Azriel went to answer but you tuned the conversation out, your thoughts whirling in your mind. Friends. He said you were his friend.

Were…were you not something more?

Had you completely misjudged his intentions?

Or maybe he was tired of waiting for you to be ready for more?

Maybe he was like all the males your mother warned you about. Only interested in females if they knew they could get sex out of it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, your breath catching in your throat. Suddenly, being here with him seemed so suffocating. Especially as he stood talking to some other girl that clearly knew him…clearly had feelings for him.

You felt like you were going to vomit. You needed to leave. Needed to catch your breath.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you managed to get out, causing the two of them to look at you. “I’m just going to go look in the shop while you guys catch up.”

You darted away before either of them could say anything, only letting out a breath when the door closed behind you. You rushed through the aisles, past the shopkeeper who was busy with another customer, until you spotted the door along the back wall. You slipped through it, into the small alleyway behind the shop.

You felt bad for ditching Azriel but he had just crushed your heart, even if he didn’t know he had it. You wiped at a tear that spilled from your eye, almost laughing at how awful you felt. You had only known him for a short period of time. Maybe it was never his intention to make you fall for him, but you did and what had been a beautiful, all-consuming joy in your chest was now suddenly an ache that made it hard to even breath.

You walked down the alleyway until you were back in the streets, sweeping through the crowd as quickly as you could to make it back to your apartment. You just wanted to get home. Just get home and then you could wallow in your own self-pity. Could cry as much as you wanted.

The crowd thinned out the closer you got to the residential area until the street was empty.

You let out a sigh, wiping yet another tear, just as your apartment building came into view. You hoisted your dance bag further up your shoulder and began the last few feet home. But a flapping of wings above you made you still, your heart lurching in your chest.

Azriel landed in front of you with a small thud, his brows furrowed with confusion and his eyes unreadable. In his hand, he held a small bunching of moonflowers.

“Y/n? Why did you leave like that?” he asked.

You bit your lip, looking away from his face.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your chin and turning your face back to him. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

You wiped at your tears, frustrated that you couldn’t keep it together long enough to make him leave. You shook your head, staring at the ground. “No, nothing happened. I-I just don’t…feel good.”

Azriel studied you, his thumb swiping your cheek. You hated how much the small gesture soothed you.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said. “I know something upset you. I can feel it. What happened? Please, tell me.”

“It’s n-nothing,” you stuttered.

“Please,” he repeated, his arms falling limp at his sides. “It pains me to see you cry. What happened? You can tell me.”

You looked away from him again, rubbing your arm in discomfort. “It’s stupid. Seriously, Azriel, I’m fine. Just…just leave. Please.”

He stood up fully, his wings stretching out behind him. He crossed his arms, his expression stern. “No, I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. Did I…Did I do something?”

Another tear slipped down your cheek and you took a deep breath. “You called me your friend.”

Azriel blinked a few times. “What?”

“To that girl you were talking to. The one you clearly have some sort of history with,” you said, begrudgingly. “You told her I was your friend and I thought…well, maybe I’m an idiot. But I thought we were more than that.”

Realization dawned over Azriel’s face and then to your surprise, the tension in his body dropped and he let out a small laugh. Your eyes narrowed at him. Was he truly going to laugh in your face after your admittance of feelings for him?

“I don’t understand what’s so funny. You’ve been taking me out on dates, leaving me roses. What else was I supposed to think—”

“No, it’s not funny,” Azriel cut you off, but he was still smiling which only pissed you off. “I mean, it is. Just not in the way you’re thinking.”

More tears slipped down your cheeks and Azriel lurched forward, placing a hand on the side of your face. “Don’t cry, please. Let me explain. You're right, y/n, you are not my friend. You are so much more than that. You have been since the day I laid eyes on you. You consume my every single thought, y/n, truly. I am relieved to hear that you share my feelings. You have no idea how much I’ve prayed to the Mother that you would feel for me, what I feel for you.”

You took a moment to fully soak in his words, the pressure in your chest easing a bit.

“Then why did you call me your friend? Who was that girl to you?”

“She’s no one, I promise you that,” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “And I called you my friend because I almost slipped up and called you my—”

He stopped suddenly and you looked up at him in questions. “Called me your what?”

It was his turn to let out a long breath, his cheeks coloring. “My mate. My mate, y/n. You are my mate.”

Your eyes went wide, your heart frantically beating in your chest. Mate? You were his mate?

Something snapped in you then. Something that had been with you since the moment you could remember, unraveled in your chest. Your mouth dropped open as a gold thread shot out between the two of you, linking you together. You looked back up at him, at those beautiful hazel eyes that were full of joy, love and apprehension. Such vulnerability that you weren’t used to when it came to the shadowsinger.

“Mate,” you whispered. “You’re my…mate.”

He nodded, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours, waiting for your reaction. That warm feeling in your chest spread throughout your whole body and you couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your face.

Mate.

Azriel was your mate!

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a crushing hug. Azriel let out a breath of relief, his arms grabbing you around the waist and pulling you even closer. It felt so right being in his arms. Your heart sang at your connection, at the feeling he sent down the bond.

Everything made sense now. The way he was able to always know how you were feeling, the accelerated feelings between the two of you, how right it felt to be with him—like he had been made for you and you for him.

He pulled back, holding you at arm's length so he could stare down at you.

“I have wanted you from the minute I saw you, even before the bond snapped into place,” Azriel said. “I have been searching for you my whole life, y/n. I never thought I would be blessed with a mate, and especially not you. You are so beautiful and so much more than I was expecting. There will be no one else, even if you decide you don’t want this bond. All I see is you, all I want is you. I’m sorry I made you doubt that, even for a second.”

“I want it! Of course I want it, Azriel!” You were smiling so hard, your cheeks were beginning to ache. “I…I am already falling in love with you and it has only been a month. I can’t even imagine what a lifetime might bring us.”

Azriel was smiling now too, a rare sight that had the bond in your chest glowing. He rested his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will thank the Mother every single day I get to call you mine.”

You placed a hand on his chest, smiling up at him as he opened his eyes again to stare at you. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, your heart was pounding drums in your chest.

You needed him so much closer now. You needed to hold him, to kiss him, to hear him call you his. You were ready for that next step, ready to jump right into it.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering to his lips. “Please.”

Azriel let out a small growl. “Do you mean it?”

You nodded, shyly, staring up at him from under your lashes.

Azriel didn’t waste one more second, he leaned in and captured your lips with his. His lips were softer than you imagined, warm and tantalizing. The world seemed to fade away as you shared your first kiss with him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind buzzing with need.

His kiss was soft and tender, making you feel at ease with him. His arm wrapped around your waist and he yanked you even closer, deepening the kiss. Time slowed down. The bond between the two of you glowed.

Finally, Azriel pulled back, locking eyes with you. He held up the moonflowers he was still holding, letting you take them as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Flowers for the pretty lady,” he teased, causing you to giggle.

He was still holding you around the waist, his other hand now slipping up into your hair. His hard body was pressed against yours, the flowers nearly crushed. He kissed you again and you felt it then, the promise he was making.

You were his mate.

And he would make sure you were his to have and to hold for the rest of eternity.

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missclarasoufflegirl · 1 year

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Steve who so badly wants his little girl to play sports, but she's completely uninterested in it. But one day he and Eddie pick her up from grandpa Wayne's and she's wearing a droopy pink tutu, but has never looked happier, so they sign her up for classes.

It starts with ballet ("It's the foundation of all dance Steve, it's necessary for her development as a dancer" Dustin tells them), but their little girl heard the noisy ringing of tap shoes one day, and quickly added that to her repertoire.

Saturday mornings were now spent at the studio with the other dance moms. Steve was the star of the waiting room ("She's so lucky to have a dad that's interested in her dancing", "He's perfected the ballet bun, her hair is always perfect", "his wife is so lucky"), so it shocked all the moms when Eddie waltzed in one day with a screwdriver to tighten a loose tap screw, kissed Steve on the cheek, then stopped to watch the class. The moms were hesitant at first, but Eddie became part of their group soon enough.

Eddie, ever the crafty one, was a master with fabric glue. He became the go-to for costume needs, stoning leotards, sewing ribbons, painting shoes. Their little girl was a natural, and if didn't take them long to step into a routine to support their little dancer.

The boys could drop their little girl off backstage, but dads weren't allowed in the dressing rooms at the theater, so Steve and Eddie enlisted the help of Nancy to make sure she was in costume for her call time. (Nancy helped fix her makeup too because unfortunately, her dads had quite the heavy hand).

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Eddie was the more competitive of the two. He gripped Steve's hand as soon as her number was called, lips pursed as he nodded along with all her cues. He whispered a small "yes!" as she landed her pirouette, and a "that's my girl" when all the sounds of her four-count pickup came out clearly. Steve, on the other hand, was an emotional wreck. She could have gone out there and done the chicken dance and Steve would have thought it was the greatest thing in the world. When the routine was done, both of them stood and cheered, clapping Wayne on the back knowing they wouldn't be there without him.

Their little girl found them after the show, holding a bouquet of roses nearly as big as she was. Eddie picked her up and Steve took the flowers from her, and she smiled at both of them with a big toothy grin, glitter dusting Eddie's leather jacket. "Hey Daddy, I was wonderful!"

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mellowsadistic · 10 days

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The Flower Girl - Part 2

As Grace stared at Jessica, angry and confused, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled. “What’s going…”

But Jessica’s presence suddenly seemed magnified tenfold. It was as if Grace was looking up at someone much bigger than her, even though she and Jessica were the same height. There was a strange tingling in her brain, a rush of sudden vertigo. She imagined she might fall over, right onto her bottom. She giggled. That would be silly! She shook her head vigorously from side to side, trying to clear it.

“Not your… Not your big day,” said Grace, frowning. “I’m the bride.”

Jessica let out another one of her tinkling laughs. “Silly baby, you’re not the bride! Rob can’t get married to a silly little girl like you. This is my wedding, but I’m being very generous and letting you be the flower girl. Aren’t you lucky?”

Grace felt her head nodding enthusiastically. “Fank you!” she heard herself lisp. What the hell was happening?! The flower girl? Her head was clearing, but it felt as though she couldn’t control herself, like she was nothing but a passenger in her own body!

“Look what I got for you to wear, sweetie,” said Jessica, and she held up the dress she’d been carrying.

It was silly, frilly, and very small. The sleeves were puffy, the short skirt looked more like a tutu than anything else, and it had a large bow on the back.

Grace felt sick at the sight of it. No self-respecting woman would ever wear something so childish, something clearly meant for the youngest of children. But her body seemed to think differently. She heard herself gasp with excitement, and she thrust out her arms and made grabby hands at the ridiculous thing.

“Awww!” Olivia and Caroline cooed.

What was going on?! What was happening to her?! Her head was fully clear now, but Grace’s body still was completely out of her control. Why were Olivia and Caroline acting like nothing was wrong?!

“Alright, Gracie,” Jessica laughed. “Let’s get you changed. Olivia, Caroline, could you help her out of my dress?”

The two women hurried forwards and got to work. Grace could only stand there obediently, smiling vapidly and crying on the inside while her bridesmaids worked together to strip off various pieces of her attire and lift the beautiful dress back up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear – and she didn’t get to keep those for long either.

“I can’t believe we ever thought you were an adult,” Olivia said, unclasping Grace’s bra and letting her large breasts spill out. She tittered at the sight of Grace’s tits wobbling on her chest. “Isn’t it funny how such a silly little girl has such big boobies? These massive knockers must have been how you tricked Rob into thinking you were a grown-up.”

To Grace’s horror, she started giggling and jumping up and down on the spot, making her bare boobs jiggle about madly.

Everyone laughed at her, and Olivia said, “I thought so! You’re just a naughty little brat, aren’t you sweetie? Just like Jessica said. I’m so glad you’ve come to your senses, Gracie. Jessica is clearly the one who’s meant to marry Rob, not you.”

Olivia would never say those kind of things to her! Grace was sure of that. Jessica must have done something to her, and Caroline as well!

Once Grace was standing in nothing but her undies, Olivia went over to Jessica with her wedding dress and started to help her change into it. Meanwhile, Caroline took the flower girl dress and held it up again for Grace to see.

“You’re going to look just like a princess, Gracie!” she said brightly.

Just like before, Grace couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror in front of her. But this time, her transformation was very different. Caroline slipped the tiny little flower girl dress over Grace’s head and started making adjustments to it, brushing down the skirts and squeezing Grace’s tits into the bodice.

Grace winced. It was so tight across the chest that it was painful. Her breasts bulged out obscenely through the fabric, and the puffy, frilly, tutu-like skirt barely reached past her bottom.

“There we go!” Caroline said. “Don’t you look pretty?”

Grace looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to rip the ridiculous dress off her body and scream at everyone until someone told her what the fuck was going on. She wanted to smack Jessica hard across the face and throw her out of the venue. Instead she smiled stupidly. “Uh-hu!”

“Don’t forget to do her hair,” Jessica smirked, and Caroline nodded.

Grace could only stand there with a dumb grin on her face while her bridesmaid tied her sleek blonde hair into ridiculous pigtails sticking out from either side of her head.

There was a knock on the door and Annie, her third bridesmaid, finally came back into the room.

“Hi girls!” she said.

Grace prayed that maybe, this time, someone was going to come to her rescue. But then she saw that Annie was carrying something. Something large and white and rectangular.

When she realised what it was, Grace felt as though her heart had dropped into her stomach. Even the stupid little girl in charge of her body didn’t like it.

“Don’t need dat!” she heard herself whine as Annie came towards her, unfolding the crinkly, adult-sized disposable diaper as she went.

“Oh yes you do!” said Jessica loudly, and Grace looked over at her, her bottom lip trembling. “Toilets are a thing of the past for you, Gracie,” she said, a malicious look in her eyes. “Stupid little girls like you go potty in their pants, and that means you need a nappy on.”

Annie lifted up Grace’s flower girl dress, slipped a finger into the waistband of her underwear, and started sliding them down.

Grace looked on in horror, a stupid little pout still on her face, as her lacy white lingerie, a sexy surprise for Rob on their wedding night, was tugged down her legs. No, she thought, watching as Annie tossed them aside, come back!

But Annie was already slipping the bulky diaper between Grace’s legs, holding it up while she taped it into place. Grace could feel the soft, thirsty padding pressing against her pussy, ready to soak up all the pee-pee accidents she might have. This couldn’t be happening to her!

“There we go!” Annie cooed. “This suits you much better than that little lacy number. Your undies need to be designed in terms of how many potty accidents they can hold, not sex appeal.”

Once Grace’s nappy was on, Caroline stepped forwards again and, in case there was any doubt about Grace’s new position, placed a flower crown on top of her head.

“There’s just one more thing she needs,” Jessica said, walking over to her old clothes and fishing in the pockets. “Here we go!” She came back over and shoved a bright pink pacifier into Grace’s mouth, where it immediately started bobbing between her lips. “Perfect,” Jessica purred, drinking in Grace’s appearance like she couldn’t get enough of it. “We’ll be ready to go very soon.”

While her bridesmaids made the finishing touches to Jessica’s outfit, Grace toddled around impatiently, her thick diaper rustling noisily between her legs.

Then, without warning, she felt a sudden pressure in her bladder. She clutched her hands to her crotch, but the urge to go had become uncontrollable almost the moment it had appeared. Grace felt pee rushing into her pants, drenching the thick padding between her legs. The front of her Pampers discoloured, sagging until the yellow-tinged padding peaked out below the hem of her dress.

“Uh-oh,” she said softly, wrinkling her nose as the sharp smell of piss reached it. Inside her head, Grace was shrieking in horror. She wanted to throw up. She’d never been so disgusted in her life! It was awful, the feeling of her pee sloshing around in her pants, the sopping wet padding pressed against her nether regions. Someone had to save her! They had to!

At last, Jessica was done. She smirked down at Grace in her ridiculous little flower girl dress, dummy in her mouth, her hair in ludicrous pigtails. “I think someone had better check the baby’s nappy,” she said.

Caroline stepped forward, lifted up Grace’s dress, and probed the front of her diaper.

“She’s done a wee-wee,” Caroline announced. “Should I change her?”

“Is she about to leak?” asked Jessica.

“No, I think it can take a bit more,” Caroline replied, as Grace fidgeted in place like an impatient little girl, praying desperately that her bridesmaids would come to their senses, that someone would rescue her.

“Leave her for now,” Jessica instructed, a note of delight just detectable in her voice. “We don’t want to waste nappies.”

“You’re in charge,” said Caroline, and she actually did a little curtsey.

“That’s right,” said Jessica, her smile widening. “I am. It’s my big day, after all.”

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crazyunsexycool · 3 months

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My Little Love

💖It's Valentine's Day 💖

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.1K

warning: none this is just some pure fluff. Maybe Lottie trying to play cupid....

A/N: I wasn't going to write anything for Valentine's Day but I was inspired by @jvanilly 's ask so here it is.

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“Dada no wook.” Charlotte says loudly as she hides around the corner from the living room.

“Should I close my eyes, doll?”

“Yes, pwease.”

“Ok, they’re closed.” Bucky says with a smile at whatever it is that Lottie is up to now. He can hear her footsteps although they’re light against the hardwood floors.

“Ok wook it.”

Bucky opens his eyes to find Charlotte standing in front of him wearing a white shirt with a big pink heart, a pink tutu and white fluffy wings that look like they belong to angels on her back. Her hair is up in a twist held up in a heart shaped clip.

“Who do we have here? Are you Cupid?”

“Mmhhmmm. You wike it?” She asks as she does a spin for him to see the whole outfit.

“You’re the prettiest Cupid I’ve ever seen, doll.”

Lottie gets bashful and giggles at the compliment.

“Habe suwpwise.”

“For me?”

Lottie nods her head and holds out a handmade card for him. It’s a heart cut out of red construction paper glued to a white piece of paper and so much glitter.

“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Did you make this yourself?”

“Yeah.” She says shyly while looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers.

“Thank you, doll. I love it.” Bucky picks her up and gives her a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“Dada?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Dada be my vawentine?”

Bucky smiles down at his little girl. “I would love to be your valentine. Are you going to be mine?”

“Yeah. I be dada’s vawentine.”

“Good. Your first valentine’s day has to be special.”

****

“Hi mama.” Henry said almost as soon as you stepped out of the master bedroom.

“Hi sweet boy. What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Well something.” Henry gives you a sheepish look.

You narrow your eyes in his direction with a bit of suspicion. But his innocent smile let you know whatever he’s up to isn’t anything mischievous. Henry holds up a construction paper heart, and a few paper flowers.

“Will you be my valentine’s mama?”

“I would love to be your valentine.” You accept the flowers and the cards before giving him a hug. “Are you going to be my valentine’s too?”

Henry nods against your midsection before pulling away.

“Well we have to make your first valentine’s day super special, sweet boy.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

At Charlotte’s request you had curled her hair, pinning half of it up with heart shaped pins. You even let her wear a pink tinted lip balm and some soft pink eyeshadow. She was all smiles as she looked in the mirror.

“Do you like it, sweet angel? You look beautiful.” You said from behind her. Looking at her through the mirror.

“Is so pwetty mama.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now come on, let's get your dress and shoes on.”

“Kay.” Lottie hops off the stool she was sitting on and gets dressed up in her pink tulle dress with hearts all over.

“Alright, I’m going to finish getting ready ok.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright bubs.” Bucky fixes the collar of Henry’s shirt so that it goes over his graphic tee. Then he smoothes out the cardigan Henry was wearing. “When we knock we give them the flowers and chocolates ok? Also remember to tell them how nice they look.”

“Yup.”

“Let’s go get our girls then.” Bucky smiles as Henry grabs the flowers that he had picked out himself.

Bucky follows suit and they walk out of Steve’s apartment where they went to get dressed. Giving you and Lottie privacy to have your own girl’s day as you got ready for the family date.

At the door Henry knocks and waits for someone to answer the door. Lottie opens it with a huge smile on her face. It’s obvious she’s more than ready and excited for the evening. She lets Henry and Bucky in to wait for you to finish getting ready.

“Hi bubba. Hi dada.” She says.

“Hi baby. You look so pretty.”

“Tank you bubba.”

“Hello my valentine. You look like a princess.” Bucky takes a knee.

“Tank you dada.”

“These are for you.” Bucky holds out a small bouquet of flowers for her and a box of chocolates.

Charlotte gasps as she takes her gifts. She buries her nose in the flowers and inhales just how she has seen you do so many times.

“Is so nice dada, tank you.”

“You’re welcome, doll.”

You walk out a few minutes later, just as Bucky is putting Lottie’s flowers in a vase for her. He lets out a wolf whistle as he watches you reach the living room. You wore a red dress, the sleeves were short but puffy. The bodice hugged your curves and the skirt flared out with a slit up one leg. You smile over your shoulder at Bucky before turning your attention to Henry.

“Hi my sweet valentine.” You tell him.

“Hi mama, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you, sweet boy.” You smile before giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“These are for you.”

Henry holds out a box of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers similar to Lottie’s, just a bit bigger.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. I love them. We have something for you too.”

Lottie runs off into your room coming back with some boxes of candy for them as well. It’s obvious that Henry and Bucky weren’t expecting anything so it was nice to see their matching smiles.

“Here,” Bucky offers you a vase with water in it already.

“Thanks baby.”

You place the flowers in the vase and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“We should get going.”

“Yeah,” Henry adds. “We have reservations.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yup. It's for our date.”

“I thought we were just going to Tony’s party?” You look up at Bucky who is already helping Lottie into her coat.

“Well it wouldn’t be a proper date if we didn't take our girls out first now would it?”

You smile and grab something from your purse. When you stand in front of Bucky you place a red pocket square into his suit pocket. As usual he dressed in an all black suit and a more casual black t-shirt. The red added a little pop of color to tie in everyone’s outfit together.

“Here mama.” Henry, following Bucky’s lead, holds out your coat.

“Well what a little gentleman.”

You put on your coat and let them lead you and Lottie out.

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It was still new, the four of you going out as a family. The kids were always excited going out to new places and experiencing new things. Bucky stopped the car at the entrance to the restuarant. The attendant makes his way over quickly to the driver’s side. Bucky steps out and gets the door for Lottie who was sitting behind him. Henry quickly gets out of his seat and gets out to open your door.

“Thank you my sweet boy.”

“You’re welcome, mama.” He says as he takes your hand.

The four of you walk into the building. Before you can say anything Henry steps up to the hostess stand.

“Hi ma’am.”

“Hello, how may I help you?” The young woman asks with a smile.

“We have a reservation under Barnes.”

You couldn’t help but beam as Henry started to get more comfortable interacting with strangers.

“I see the reservation for four people here. Please follow me.” The young woman walks you through the restaurant to a booth in the back. “Enjoy your evening.”

Lottie sits with Bucky and you sit with Henry. While the restaurant is full of couples you wouldn’t trade being here with the kids. You knew you’d share more than enough one on one time with Bucky later. The four of you have the time of your life at the restaurant. The kids try new foods and get loved on by you and Bucky. They also have the attention of the server that’s taking care of your table. She makes sure to ask them questions, getting the most interesting questions out of Lottie for sure. You can’t help but look across to Bucky and share that magic little moment in which you both relish in being able to enjoy this moment with them. Soon enough though dinner is over and you head back to the tower.

~~~~~~~~~

Before heading to the party Charlotte insists on going back to the apartment for her cupid getup. Soon enough there’s a four year old running into the main living room with wings and bow and arrow. Her first stop of course is her favorite person ever.

“Steebie am cupid.” She says as he picks her up.

“And a very cute cupid at that.”

“Hi.” Lottie calls out to Bruce’s assistant.

“Hello Charlotte. You look very pretty in your dress.”

“Tank you. You pwetty too, wight Steebie?” Steve goes beet red in an instant.

“Of course. Your dress is very pretty.” Steve looks at her.

“No Steebie.” Charlotte sends a small glare in his direction. Lottie says her name, “Is pwetty.”

“Please don’t.” She mutters.

“No is kay. Steebie?”

“Yes, you are very pretty.”

She opens her mouth ready to sass him back but decides against it due to Lottie’s enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Steve.”

Lottie feels as if she’s done her job so she wiggles her way out of Steve’s arm’s and does her usual round through the party.

****

Bucky holds you close as he leads you in a dance. One hand around your waist, the other holding yours against his chest. His cheek rests against your temple. Both of your eyes are closed as he hums along to the song.

“Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose.

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose.”

You smile as Bucky continues to serenade you. The song ends but another quickly starts up. Your dancing is interrupted though.

“Daddy, mama is my valentine. I should be dancing with her.” Henry looks up at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ok, ok. Do you happen to know where your sister is?”

Henry points to the other end of the room. You and Bucky look over to find Charlotte sitting on the bar sharing a cupcake with Sam and laughing.

“I guess I’ll go get my valentine. Thanks for the dance, Sugar.” Bucky gives you a quick kiss.

“Wanna dance mama?”

“I would love to.” You say as Henry takes your hands and swaying side to side.

****

“Is so yummy Sammy.” Lottie holds up a cupcake with red frosting up for Sam to try.

Sam narrows his eyes in her direction causing Lottie to giggle. “Are you trying to play a joke on me?”

“Noooooo. Habe some.”

“Ok.” Sam leans in to take a bite out of the sweet treat but Lottie boops him in the nose with it leaving frosting behind. She throws her head back laughing while Sam playfully grumbles.

“Is so funny.”

“Oh you think that's funny?” Sam asks and Lottie nods. “What if I do this?” He takes a big bite of the cupcake she had in her hand. “No cupcake for you.”

Charlotte is a giggling mess as she grabs another treat from the tray Sam had taken just for them.

“Are you trying to steal my doll?” Bucky asks as he walks up to them.

“Maybe I am.”

“Habe one dada?” Lottie holds up another cupcake for him. He’d seen what she did to Sam and was sure she’d do the same to him. But the laughter was worth a little bit of red frosting on his nose.

“I would love one.”

Lottie pulls at the cupcake liner with heart designs on them, then offers it up to Bucky. He’s surprised when Lottie doesn’t try to get the frosting on him so he just eats it.

“Hey,” Sam says with a faux annoyed expression. “Why didn’t you get him?”

“Dada my vawentine.” She looks up at her dad with so much love that it makes him weak in the knees.

“Yeah Sam, I’m her Valentine’s go get your own.” He looks back at his little girl. “Wanna dance, Doll?”

“Yes, pwease.”

Lottie gives Sam a kiss on the cheek before going into her father’s arms. Bucky walks over to the dance floor and begins to sway. Not too far from him, you stand with Henry in your own dance. You catch each other’s eye and smile. He mouths an I love you which you return.

All in all it was a very good Valentine’s Day.

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kuromiisanton · 2 months

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girl dad!wooyoung head cannons

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a/n: ik all the atiny hearts were melting when watching the return of superman episode with san, wooyoung, and seonghwa. so after finally watching it, I bring you all dad!wooyoung. not proof read.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who would be the best girl dad ever.

he would always be fixing your daughters hair with little bows, butterfly clips, and have it in the cutest style. always plays dress up, wearing a crown and a tutu. don't get me started on tea parties... wooyoung would be the one start drama with the teddy bear and the seating arrangements.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who always checks the closet for monsters.

when your daughter comes into your bedroom late at night crying about a monster in the closet, he would immediately get up and rush to the room to "defeat" the monster. eventually would get a toy sword to make it more dramatic when he's fighting the monster.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who reads to your daughter every night.

wooyoung loves reading fairytales to your daughter before bed. seeing the excitement in her eyes when they eventually get married and kiss makes him remember your wedding day. ends up falling asleep in her bed with her after story time.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who is obsessed with family outings.

wooyoung loves going out to eat as a family watching you two get full and eat well. going to the park is his favorite, especially when he gets to lay his head in your lap and relax while watching your daughter make friends at the park. picks her up so she is tall enough to play on the monkey bars and loves to slide down the slide with her in his lap.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who loves shopping for outfits for his daughter.

wooyoung loves dressing her in street clothing and matching items with him. buys little accessories that won't harm her and finds similar ones for you and him so you all three can match. daughters shoe game is the best. wooyoung always buys her new shoes when he travels even if she would quickly grow out of them.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who stresses out when boys start liking her.

oh a boy gifted her a flower today? where does live? who is his family? was he being respectful? almost falls over when you have your first date. definitely asked a million questions when the boy came to pick you up...as well as maybe definitely threatened him. cries a little when you leave the house because she is growing up so fast.

⟡girl dad!wooyoung who supports your daughter in anything she does.

she wants to join clubs? he will always make sure she is at the meetings. she wants to start dance class? he is at home teaching her everything he knows and enrolls her in the best dance studio in the country. will always show up to the events, wooyung is the first in line. always yelling out her name when she shows up and wooing loudly may even yell "that's my daughter" in pride.

a/n: dad wooyoung would be the best dad ever and no one can change my mind. hope you all enjoyed!

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muwapsturniolo · 4 months

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✯Ma Belle Evangeline✯

summary: Black!ballet reader invites the triplets to her recital.

warnings: none besides a couple of pictures of a white girl but I promised I tried to find a picture of a black girl but i couldn't. don't jump me plz.

INSPIRED BY THIS REQUEST! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!

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"Do you think she will like the flowers?" Chris asks swallowing thickly. Nick and Matt roll their eyes for what feels like the thousandth time today. All day Chris has been freaking out.

Why?

Because of Y/N.

The little ballerina made him so nervous and he couldn't figure out why. Every time he was around her he felt this impending sense of doom, but he craved it. In some odd sadistic way, he loved the panic it brought him, how it would make his stomach churn and hard to breathe.

"Chris if you freak out one more time, I'm going to strangle you." Nick snaps as they take their seats. Chris huffs to himself and starts fiddling with his tie. A guy dressed like a server walks around holding out programs. Chris takes one and shows his brothers, "Oh my god they are doing 'Princess and The Frog'! I love that movie!" Nick gasps.

"Look, Y/N is the Prima...what the hell is that?" Chris takes out his phone and looks it up. " it's basically the lead. It says it's usually the best dancer." The boys look at the pamphlet impressed. They knew Y/N was a ballerina, but they didn't know she was that good to be the Prima. Granted they've only known her for two months, but she never bragged about being good.

Soon the lights dim and the boys look towards the stage.

Loud music fills the theatre and that's when they realize there is a live orchestra.

"In the south land, there's a city, way down on the river"

Dancers in different costumes begin to prance around the stage. Of the three boys, Nick is the most entertained. Chris and Matt find it intriguing, but they don't really understand what's going on.

Eventually, the first song ends and the next song starts.

A girl prances out on stage dressed in a brown leotard and tutu. the song picks up and Chris finds himself smiling wide when Y/N joins the girl on stage.

"momma, I don't have time for dancing... that's just gonna have to wait awhile."

Y/N dances elegantly around the stage to the music. her movement fluid and smooth.

The boys watch, happy to see their friend on stage in her element. She's in a yellow leotard and tutu, her hair in a low bun.

Male dancers join the two girls on stage and begin to dance with them, lifting them in the air and doing all types of tricks.

"I'm almost there!"

The spotlight shines on Y/N as she twirls in endless circles before she stops at the exact same time as the music, her form perfect.

The crowd begins to clap and the girl smiles widely as she prances off the stage with the other dancers. "Oh my god Y/N being Tiana is perfect!" Nick excitedly claims as he claps.

Chris couldn't agree more.

The crowd stops clapping and waits for the next part to start.

"Don't you disrespect me, little man!"

Three males suddenly appear on stage. One dressed like a maid, the other a prince, and the last like the Shadowman. Nick bounces in his seat, singing along to the song.

The males move around the stage, their movements enchanting yet exhilarating, matching the vibes of the Shadowman's song perfectly.

"Shake my hand, come on boys won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

The drums from the orchestra send vibrations through the audience's bodies. Dancers dressed in black crawl onto the stage, circling the maid and the prince. Following the lyrics, they begin to grab at the prince who looks scared and is trying to get away. They yank at his clothes, pulling him around the stage.

"You can blame my friends on the other side!" the dancers start yanking the prince off stage and the maid chases after them.

The "Shadowman" spins in endless circles before taking a bow.

"Hush!" The lights turn off and you can see the curtain drop. Once again, the crowd applauds.

The production of the performance has been amazing so far.

The costumes, the set design, everything.

The lights turn on, but stay dim as the curtain raises.

"If I were a human being," another male dancer prances onto the stage, dressed in a dark green outfit. Unlike the other dancers, his movements are a bit wonky, signifying the gator named Lewis.

The prince from before joins him, this time in a green suit.

Chris blocks them out until he sees Y/N join them. She's in a green leotard, signifying Tiana's frog form.

He thought the yellow leotard was pretty, but the green just suited her even more.

The trio dances around the stage, all of them dancing in their own styles. It was interesting to see how their dance styles complemented the song.

"When I'm human!"

They all pose and allow the applause to happen before another male comes on stage. His suit a stark difference from the others. Brown with hints of orange and glowing.

" Alright lew lew, let's get to it, darling!"

A country-esque song starts playing, and the original three dancers frown in confusion. More dancers in glowing costumes skip onto stage as the song continues. Y/N and the male dancers join them, mock confusion still on their faces as they jump around on stage.

They are led off stage by one of the dancers as the song ends.

"This is so good, oh my god!" Nick whispers in amazement.

before Matt or Chris can respond,

"look how she light up the sky, Ma Belle Evangline."

Chris feels that same impending doom as Y/N comes onto the stage. Her curls are now down and flowing freely down her back, her skin glowing as the spotlight focuses on her. The slow song continues as she elegantly dances across the stage.

Her eyes are closed as she blissfully moves.

She looks ethereal.

As she dances, it all begins to make sense to Chris.

"I love you, Evangeline."

He has a crush on her.

Chris tunes out the rest of the recital until the end.

It seems like it's the ending dance between the prince and Y/N.

"For the way you changed my plans."

Her dress from before is replaced by an off-white and moss-green one. Her hair up in a high bun as a crown adorns her head, her pointe shoes being a sage green.

Chris feels like the air has been punched out of him as he sees her.

Y/N and the prince dance closely, their bodies touching intimately. The dance is full of love, it brings tears to Nick and Matt's eyes, as well as a few other audience members.

It's like Chris is in a trance as he watches her dance.

"You're the best thing I ever knew I needed," the dancer lifts Y/N up above his head and twirls around.

Chris wishes it was him.

"Now it's so clear, I need you here always"

The two stop dancing and hold each other close, foreheads touching as the music slowly comes to a halt.

Everyone stands up and begins to applaud.

A standing ovation.

Chris whistles and claps the hardest, proud of seeing Y/N dominate the stage.

After final bows and such, the triplets walk behind the stage and wait for Y/N.

"Are you guys Nick, Matt, and Chris? Y/N wanted me to grab you and bring you to her." the boys nod and follow the male in tights behind the doors.

They arrive and see Y/N excitedly talking to another girl. She sees the boys and gasps before hugging them.

"Did you guys enjoy the show?"

She was so excited to see what they thought. She was also a bit nervous since they hadn't seen her dance until now.

"Girl, you were amazing! unbelievable!"

"Yeah, you were great. Everyone was!"

"you looked gorgeous on the stage." Y/N can't help but smile widely at them, her heart beating fast due to Chris's comment.

"I umm... I got you these," he says handing her the bouquet of tulips. Y/N stares at them in awe. "Chris.... they're beautiful! you didn't have to get me flowers." she takes the bouquet with soft eyes. Chris smiles at the look on her face, "Yeah but you deserve them. You were amazing on stage and you look gorgeous."

A shy giggle makes its way from Y/N and she looks away from him.

"let's take pictures!" Nick suggests. The group begins to take pictures with Y/N, group ones first then individual.

When it's Chris's turn, Y/N grabs her bouquet and smiles. Chris places his hands on her waist, gripping her softly.

They stop when another dancer walks up to Matt and Nick and begins talking to them.

"Can I tell you something?" Chris asks softly, his hands fiddling with the edge of her tutu. "yeah, sure."

"I get this impending sense of doom when I'm around you. I thought it was bad, but I craved the feeling. It's like I'm addicted. when you were on stage during your solo, I realized something-" Chris finally looks away from her tutu and at her.

"I realized that impending doom was butterflies in my stomach. You make me so damn nervous and it's crazy because I don't get nervous around most girls, but you just drive me crazy, in a good way. I have only known you for two months but I really like you Y/N."

Chris stares, hopeful the ballerina won't turn him down.

"More than friends."

Y/N feels warmth across her whole body.

She also had a crush on the boy, but she never acted on it afraid he would turn her down. Now here he is, confessing his feelings in such a raw way.

"R-really?" Chris nods and moves a bit closer, his hands wrapping around her waist. Their foreheads touch and his eyes gaze at her lips for a moment.

"Be my Evangeline?"

A wide smile breaks across Y/N's face.

Still in her pointe shoes, she goes up on her toes and pulls Chris into a soft kiss.

"Nick, are you crying?"

"Shut the fuck up Matt, this is too cute, and if you tell anyone I cried I'm killing you in your sleep!"

liked by Y/I/N and 613,285 others....

Christophersturniolo: Ma Belle Evangeline, you're the best thing I never knew I needed✨

comments:

fan1: OH MY FUCKING GOD

fan2: THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE WHO KNEW CHRIS WOULD PULL A GIRL, A BALLERINA AT THAT!!!

Y/I/N: you're gonna make me cry Chris omfg

^Christophersturniolo: I'll be over to kiss them away and watch Princess and the Frog with you

mattsturniolo: nick cried when yall kissed and hes crying again at this post😆

^nicksturniolo: matt sleep with one eye open

fan3: LMAO NOT NICK ACTAULLY BEING A BIG SOFTIE

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yall this is my fav thing i have written!!! i love princess and the frog sm so i was blasting the soundtrack the whole time when writing this! please let me know what yall think!!

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v3nusplanetofluv · 1 year

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a midsummer night’s dream ꨄ

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sakusa x fem!reader warnings: none !

“i why rebuke you him that loves you so?” sakusa and y/n being cute co-parents at their daughter’s ballet recital. will they kiss?

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your daughter had been asking where her dad was for the past ten minutes and for good reason. her ballet recital was getting ready to start and her dad who was always there for every performance wasn’t, making her nervous.

as you checked your phone again, you sighed anxiously and began to hit his contact to call when a tall man with curly black hair came jogging backstage.

“hey, i was just about to call you,” you let out a breath you had been holding as sakusa came up to you with a tired greeting.

“i know, i’m sorry. there was so much traffic,” he said with a light laugh as he adjusted his suit. “you look nice,” he said with a small smile as he looked you over. you wore a familiar mauve dress that made you look whimsical, effectively matching the theme of the performance, a midsummer night's dream.

“thanks,” he smiled as you felt your heart skip a beat, “you look good too.”

“daddy!” your daughter’s smile grew instantly, almost covering the entirety of her face as she rushed past the people crowding backstage over to her dad.

sakusa picked her up in a tender hug as he spun her around before smiling at her in his arms. “you look so beautiful, like a princess,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“daddy, i’m a butterfly,” she deadpanned making the both of you laugh.

“then you are the prettiest butterfly i have ever seen,” he smiled as he began to press kisses all over her face, eliciting bubbly giggles from the girl.

you let small laughs escape your lips as you continued to take pictures of the two until you noticed something that made your heart drop. “naomi, where are your shoes baby?”

the four year old’s eyes dropped to her feet, “these ones were in my bag, maybe i left them at daddy’s house?”

you turned to sakusa who was already looking over at you with an exhausted expression as he knew he would have to go get those purple ballet shoes. he internally cursed himself as he walked right past them, paying no mind, on his way out the door less than an hour ago.

"kiyoomi..."

"i'm going right now."

the outside hitter promptly put down your daughter as he quickly made his way back out of the theatre. while walking into the lobby, he passed by some of his teammates—naomi's honorary uncles.

the faux blond whipped his head backward as he noticed his friend leaving a place that he shouldn't be, "omi! where ya goin’?" he asked, wrinkling his freshly pressed suit as he threw up his arms in confusion.

"shoes!"

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you anxiously waited. whenever your phone would turn black you quickly unlocked it revealing your ex's contact, waiting for any updates as to where he was. on the other hand, naomi sat patiently as she fidgeted with the purple tutu that matched her faux wings that sat upon her back.

"what is taking him so long," you muttered as you paced up and down the hallway, nervously pulling at the ends of your eyebrow. however, the familiar sound of jogging and panting halted your actions as sakusa came down the hallway, ballet shoes and a flower bouquet in hand. he promptly handed you the shoes and hid the flowers away from his daughter's eyes.

you gave him a small smile as your took the shoes and began to quickly put them on naomi. as soon as the last lace was wrapped around her ankle you quickly sent her off to meet her teacher with a kiss and a wish of good luck.

"i'm sorry, that took longer than I expected," sakusa said as he fluffed out the flowers of the slightly smushed bouquet that he had in hand. "i almost forgot her flowers," he said as he smiled down at the assortment of pink lilies.

"she's going to lose her mind when she sees those flowers," you smiled up at him as you both began to walk to your seats in the audience, "she'll love them."

"i know," he smiled over at you as he held open the door, "she's a mini you," sakusa hesitated with his words before he went on to speak again.

"i used to bring you flowers for every single one of your ballet recitals in high school."

your face began to warm up at the thought of the fond memories. it was true, without fail sakusa kiyoomi always brought you flowers as a congratulations gift. they ranged from roses to carnations and never failed to bring a smile to your face and always resulted in him getting his face painted in bright lipstick marks.

"i remember," you smiled as you walked down the aisle in front of him, i used to spray them with hairspray and stuff to make sure that they would last forever, and it still works to this day."

you didn't realize what you had said...

but he did. he sat beside you as he felt his face heat up, ears turning red at the thought of the implication behind your words. his heart began to pound in his chest causing butterflies to swarm in his stomach. his dark eyes drifted over to you, ignoring his teammates beside him.

"you still have the flowers i gave you?"

your breathing stopped, as you looked over at sakusa whose eyes were darting all over your face, searching for anything.

"yeah," you said timidly as your eyes drifted to the program in your lap, "they're sitting at my vanity back at my place."

your admission felt as if you had just told one of your deepest, darkest secrets. normal people erase all traces of their exes as fast as they can, desperate to rid themselves of the memories. but here you are, holding onto years old flowers, some older than your shared daughter.

while you were dealing with an internal, emotional dilemma, sakusa beside you couldn't help but smile. smile at the fact that you kept those flowers for all this time; smile at the fact that there might still be something there. hope flushed through his chest as his face blushed at your flustered state.

but as the lights shone down onto the stage, both of your attention was put back onto your star of the show. smiles grew upon your faces as your daughter posed with her butterfly wings spread along with her other classmates dawning enchanting insect attire.

right before the music began to play, sakusa leaned over to whisper in your ear, unwilling to leave his questions unanswered, tossed away never to be spoken about again. "can i come over to your place tonight?"

you looked over at him with slightly widened eyes as your chest became tight and your heart began to race. you managed a small smile as you looked over at him with an embarrassingly love-struck gaze that remind you of your teenage self.

"sure...i'd like that."

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underoossss · 2 months

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the way you move - s.h - part 5

pairing: jock!steve harrington x ballerina!reader

warnings: none

3.2k words

an: at long last another part! I hope y’all like this as much as I do, it took me a while to write bc I needed it to be perfect and words were failing me. I’m happy with how this turned out 💕💖 let me know your thoughts!

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“Steve, it’s totally fine I completely understand.” You smile as you hold the receiver against you face and shoulder. The cord is extended all the way it can go as you pace you room getting everything into your duffel bag. “Minnie said she can pick me up and take me to the theater, it’s no problem. I’ll call her and tell her I do need a ride.”

Minnie is one of the girls that will be dancing with you tonight, she lives close by and when you called her earlier, she offered you a ride. Thinking Steve would drive you, you’d declined but Steve just said he can’t. He won’t be able to get out of work as early as he thought and would be running late. “Still… I’m sorry babe. I’m going to be there no matter what though.”

The smile on your face widens and you sigh happily through your nose as you sit down on the edge of your bed. “I know Stevie, I’m happy all of you could come tonight.”

“Wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world, honey.” Steve’s own smile is clear in his voice before he clears his throat. “I gotta go though, I’ll– uh see you later yeah?”

“See you, Stevie.” You say into the receiver, standing up so you can finish packing your bag. I love you, you want to say but bite your tongue; it’s getting harder to stop yourself from saying the three little words these days. “Don’t be late.”

With Steve’s reassurance that he won’t be, you untangle the phone’s cord and get back to getting ready. All the dancers are supposed to go earlier to the theater for a final practice, so you pack all your essentials knowing you won’t be returning home until after the play is over. There’s posters promoting The Nutcracker all through town and all the tickets have sold out, which makes you nervous. Not only that but, everyone you love and care about are going to be there. The last thing you want is to disappoint them.

You dress for practice with a leotard and tights and pack a change of clothes in your bag; maybe you can grab some pizza on your way home and make a hangout out of it with your friends. Looking around the room you try to see if you’re missing something, running a mental checklist. You know your tutu is already at the theater, on a rack between the sea of pink and green costumes for tonight, and your pointe shoes are ready inside your duffel. All that’s left to do then, is pack your makeup and bundle up for the cold so you can wait for Minnie. It takes all but thirty minutes for her to park on your driveway and for you to rush downstairs with your bag. You zip your coat all the way to your chin and the memory it brings forth of Steve doing that for you makes you smile all the way to the theater. Which means you’re in trouble.

Big. Trouble.

What are you going to do with all the love that just keeps on growing in your heart?

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Steve is late. Everyone is filling their seats, and he hasn’t arrived –at least that’s what Madame Laverne says every time you ask her. Tired of answering the same question, she avoids you now, so you can’t ask her to peek through the curtains one last time.

You sat in front of your vanity after warming up and practicing with your classmates for a while and got ready for the evening. Your makeup and bun were done quickly –you clipped flower petals around it and helped others do the same– followed by your costume. The various shades of pink tulle reach just above your knees and the light pink corset fits perfectly; it sparkles when the light hits it just right and you can’t help but run your hands over it as you look in the mirror.

There’s no denying it, Steve was right, you feel like the prettiest petal of a flower. It’s not the Sugar Plum Fairy but it’s beautiful, nonetheless.

Just as you think about the role you didn’t get; you catch Agatha Francis looking at you through the vanity’s mirror. She looks beautiful in her intricate tutu and crown –fancier and shinier than you own. And you’re surprised to see it doesn’t affect you anymore. Where there was once anger and resentment at the thought of her getting to wear it, you feel happy for her. So much you even give her a small smile hoping to encourage her for the long night ahead.

“Good luck out there tonight.” You say, even as you know what she’s going to do next. Just as expected she doesn’t care for any encouragement. The side eye she gives you doesn’t have the effect she was expecting though. Instead, her reaction makes you laugh and some of the ballerinas around you chuckle too. How ironic is it that they gave the part to the bitterest sugar plum fairy there could ever be.

Unaffected by Agatha, and happy with your appearance you focus on putting on your pointe shoes. It is while you’re in the middle of it that you hear the first call over the speakers. 5 minutes before the show, is Steve here? Your mind immediately goes back to your friends who would be attending tonight, and as stealthily as you can, you go to the main curtains to peek through them. Sure enough, your university friends and your parents have all found their seats. Nancy and Robin are in their seats too, with an empty one next to them.

“Steve, where are you?” You wonder out loud in a whisper. It’s unlikely for him to be late.

You don’t have to worry a moment longer though, because right then someone touches your shoulder, and you immediately know whose touch it is. There’s no one else who’d make your heart race just with the palm of their hand. “Steve!”

You turn around and come face to face with him in all his handsome glory. You don’t even know how he made it backstage but you’re glad he did. He looks unfairly good in linen pants and a white shirt, the top buttons open and showing just a hint of chest hair that makes you look away lest you get flustered. His hair is pushed back and perfect like always. But it’s his eyes, wide and adoring as he takes you in that take your breath away.

You waste no time stepping towards him for a hug. It’s short and you’re minding your costume as you hold him but it’s just what you needed today. Steve places a kiss on your temple and steps back.

“You look so beautiful, come on give us a twirl.” He smiles widely, holding out one hand and twirling you in place three times; it makes you laugh.

“Thank you Stevie, I’m so happy you made it,” You say suddenly feeling shy under his gaze as he keeps looking and looking and looking.

“Babe, this is what you love, I would never miss it.” He shakes his head in wonder. “I mean look at you, I think you just blew my mind.”

You look away bashfully, Steve’s brown eyes feel like a caress everywhere he looks, but inevitably you look at him again. You notice he’s hiding something behind his back.

“What you got there?”

“These are for you, some roses for my beautiful petal.” He brandishes a small bouquet of pink roses, and you feel your eyes sting with tears as you take them from him. They’re beautiful and seem to match the colour of your tutu perfectly.

“Steve.” You look up at him, smiling so much your cheeks hurt. The sound of your heart beating out of your chest fills you ears and your fingers tingle with emotion. His eyes soften then, and it’s like everything clicks for you. His affection and the way he looks at you, the sweet way he talks to you, and how much he cares and gives.

Your body has a mind of its own as it steps closer to Steve once more and your right hand holds his cheek. Steve’s eyes close briefly before they look into yours again, searching and searching until they find what they’re looking for. Your love bared for him to see. That’s when the two of you lean in at the same time.

There’s no time for you to worry if you did the wrong thing, because Steve kisses you back less than a second later. His arm goes around your waist in a firm hold and his free hand tilts your head back just slightly to kiss you better. You don’t even care about your lipgloss, or it sticking to Steve, not when he’s kissing you like you’ve always dreamed he would. No, better than you could have ever dreamed. Why would you worry when you can feel every emotion with every brush of his lips over yours. The way just a hint of his tongue has him holding you closer when your knees seem to go weak. Why worry when you feel more happiness than you’ve ever felt.

Until, that is, Madam Laverne clears her throat behind you. “Mr. Harrington, shouldn’t you find your seat?”

The two of you spring apart in an instant and you turn around with a guilty look. She meets your gaze, and you can see both amusement and a reprimand in her eyes. “We’re starting shortly.” She tells you pointedly.

“Yes madame.” You nod quickly, holding back a smile. Let her reprimand you, it was worth it.

Her gaze then moves to Steve, and the way his eyes widen when she gives him a stern look makes you hold back a laugh as she leaves. Alone again, you take your time to look at Steve. There’s lipgloss all over his lips and his hair is mussed by your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle trying to wipe the lipgloss off, feeling shy all of a sudden as his eyes seem to drink you in.

Steve smiles and shakes his head, moving his hands to hold your face. “Don’t be.” He murmurs and kisses you again for good measure.

The kiss is slower this time, and a sigh escapes him like he’s savoring the moment and who are you to complain. You sigh against his mouth and stand on the tip of your toes, easy right now that you have your pointe shoes. You’re so in love with him you could cry.

“Good luck out there, I’m so proud of you.” Steve whispers against your lips, putting some distance between you. His lips look pink and freshly kissed, and your body feels like it’s on fire.

This has to be a dream. “Thank you Stevie, I–”

“Mr. Harrington, you need to find your seat.” Madame Laverne sighs, tired of the sight of both of you.

Steve takes your hand, places a kiss on top of it and leaves before he has to face your teachers anger. You can’t say anything else, only look after him as Madame Laverne all but pushes you backstage.

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Steve is restless in his seat. It’s been an hour, and it still isn’t your turn to dance.

After that kiss, it’s like his desire to be close to you has tripled. No, quadrupled, and right now, he wants to see you again. One look at him earlier and both Robin and Nancy had smirked.

“Finally.” Robin rolled her eyes at him when she motioned to the seat she saved him. “Took you long enough.” Steve knew she wasn’t talking about the play.

Steve smiles and runs a hand through his hair as he waits for your variation to start. You kissed him, and it’d been better than he imagined. Steve doesn’t even care if he still has your lipgloss on his face. He’ll wear it proudly, because after months and months of wanting to kiss your lips, he finally did. He really really wants to do it again.

The curtains close and open after a moment and the movement brings Steve’s attention back to the present. You’re on stage now with other girls, smiling and looking beautiful, delicate and strong as the music starts to play. The sugar plum fairy dances in the middle of all the petals but Steve pays her no mind. His eyes are fixated on you, on the way every move you make shows love and care and dedication. He sees the countless tears you shed when you got this role and how you’ve turn it around in its head to make it your own.

Your pink tutu shines with the overhead lights and it flows nicely when you jump and spin. The dance has you and another girl lead the movements of the rest of the group. What you do the girl behind you repeats and it truly makes all the tutus look like flower petals. You’re in the front most of the time, which Steve loves. He even points at you and tells then man next to him ‘that’s my girlfriend’ just because he can now. Because he’s so proud of you. Warmth and love settle on his chest as he looks at you, and the memory of the past two months come crashing down on him. You’ve both come so far, time’s gone by so fast, and he wishes he’d told you he loves you earlier. Because he does, more than he can express in words alone.

You dance for six minutes, but to Steve the variation is over far too soon. He could watch you dance for an entire hour, but he knows how much your feet would hurt after that. So he stands along with the rest of your friends, Robin and Nancy and clap as you make your way off the stage. Steve decides he’ll yell louder when the play’s over. He can’t risk Madame Laverne’s wrath right now; he has to see you take the final bow first.

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You’ve never felt so much emotion in your chest as you do now. Your eyes have watered countless times, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. Looking at your friends, at Steve, cheer for you as you bowed with your classmates what nothing short from magical. It felt out of a movie, the way time stopped, and you could only focus on the people dear to you –on the boy you love. You’d made sure to wave at them before leaving towards the dressing room.

There’s no time to waste once you’re there:you want to see all of them right away, hug them tightly and thank them for all their support. And Steve… you want to tell him how much you love him. You need to let him know.

Changing out of your costume takes longer than you expect. There’s the corset that needs to be loosed and then the tutu needs to be place back on a rack backstage. You take off your tights and change into more comfortable clothes. A pair of jeans, a chunky sweater and boots are next before you take off your makeup. Feeling fresh and accomplished a moment later, you take your flowers with you and leave towards the backstage door.

You expected to walk towards the front and meet your friends there but to your surprise Steve parked his car on the driveway right by the door. And he’s there, braving the cold with his coat, leaning against the passenger door as he waits for you. He looks up as if sensing your presence and all but runs towards you, making your heart beat loudly on your chest. Your fingers ache to hold him close so you do as soon as he hugs you tightly. His forearms wrap around you back and his face hides on your neck as you hold each other for a moment. You breathe him in, with all the time in the world to do it now, and soak in all the warmth coming off his body.

“I didn’t know I had to wait almost the whole play to see you baby.” Steve says against your skin, holding you tighter. “You were amazing.”

Baby. Steve called you baby, as if you weren’t already just about overflowing with emotion. Your eyes tear up when you step back from the hug and hold his face in your hands. “I love you Steve, god I’m so in love with you I can’t breathe sometimes.”

Steve smiles and leans in to kiss you. He kisses you slow and gentle, savouring the aftertaste your words. His tongue tastes your bottom lip as he holds you closer and kisses you like you’re the air he wants to breathe. It’s only when you need to part that you do, and though you know how he feels, he still smiles before speaking. “I think I love you from the minute I met you, beautiful. I mean can you blame?”

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, speechless at the thought of Steve loving you for so long and you being oblivious. Just as you’re about to say something though, a car honks on the street much like that one time a month ago. “Come on lovebirds, let’s celebrate!”

It’s Robin and Nancy who’ve befriended your university friends and drive past you. Robin’s head is out the passenger’s window, and she holds two thumbs up for you to see when she passes by. Your whole body burns despite the biting cold air outside. You do have some news to tell her now.

“Celebration?” You ask Steve once their car turns a corner in the distance, raising an eyebrow in question.

“We kind of decorated your living room with balloons.” Steve’s right hand comes up to scratch his chin. “That’s why I was late.”

You open and close your mouth in amazement, of course Steve was late because he was planning something for you. It makes sense now, and you’re so grateful to have him in your life you’re rendered speechless –absolutely no one has ever had that level of care with you. “Stevie,” you smile.

“You love me I know,” he winks, pecking your lips briefly but lingering like he doesn’t want to stray too far. “Let’s go, we don’t want to keep them waiting. Besides I need to show off my girl.”

“Ah, I see how this is.” You tease him, waiting for him to get into the car next to you before speaking again. “I’ll accept that if I get to show you off when you win the state championship next month.”

“If–”

“When Stevie.” You shake your head.

“You got it beautiful.” He gives you his brightest smile as he turns on the engine. “Make sure you kiss me in front of Connors, that’ll teach him.”

Steve steers you onto the main road just as your laughter fills the space between you and you start making your way home.

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reblogs are supper appreciated! thank you for reading!

part 6 soon >>>>

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redbleedingrose · 10 months

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rhysand as a girl dad. you know u want to

OMFG TULIP LMAOOO

First off... did you even get sleep??

Second off...

YES HE ISSSSS!!! I headcanon all the ACOTAR males would be the perfect girl dads and I am still furious with SJM that Rhys does not have a daughter... yet.

But in my head he is the perfect girl dad so let's get into it!!!!!

Okay!!!! I feel like you both keep the gender a surprise because honestly, you don't really care as long as the babe is happy and healthy

But we alllll know that Rhys prays for a girl

He just adores the idea of having a mini you

And when you give birth to a girl??? This male sobs, he kisses you all over your sweaty face, muttering thanks to you and the gods and mother above for all that he has been blessed with, but especially for his little girl that he will forever spoil

He obviously coddles the hell out of his little girl, insisting that she needs to be in his arms at all times when she is not being fed or sleeping, everyone has to pry her out of his arms just to get the chance to hold her. The only person he willingly hands her over to is you.

He loves taking her out to fly, especially during the night where she is cooing in his arms and he points out different constellations and describes them to her

He spends hours talking to her. He talks to her about anything and everything, often holding her while he does his work in his office. If you can't find your babe, chances are that she is in his office and he is discussing policy. Your babe just smiles back gummily with the chubbiest cheeks and babbles at her papa, and whatever problem Rhys had is suddenly solved all thanks to his precious babe

Tea parties galore. This male will go all out for his little babe and honestly, you can't even blame him. The entire house is decorated in fairy theme, flowers and ivy all around the marbled columns. Rhys creates the illusions of tiny stars all around the house, and forces Uncle Azzie and Uncle Cassie to where pink tutu's with a princess crowns. Rhys wears a purple tutu with his night court crown.

He has a crown custom made for your babe when she is born, and adds to the collection every birthday she has with different jewelry. And he always always always buys out all the flower shops in Valeris and adds to your own jewelry collection on her birthday because he cannot thank you enough for one of the greatest blessings in his life

He loves watching the two of you interact, sometimes standing behind the door to watch the two of you talking. This little girl rambles like her life depends on it with you patiently listening and humming along, asking her questions so that she knows you are interested in whatever she has to say

Your babe used to whine about taking naps but ever since papa started to join her in for a daily nap, forcing you to join as well, she has gone down without any issue. Rhys doesn't really fall asleep, but he will watch the both of you cuddle and nap. He absolutely adores listening to the both of you breathe and pulls you both into his chest so that he can hold you close to his heart.

He calls you his heart, and your daughter his soul

He spoils the hell out of this little girl. She gets whatever the hell she wants, all the books and shoes and dresses and jewelry. His favorite activity though, is taking her to the market so they can both spoil you together: "I think mama needs this papa," small finger pointing at the largest diamond ring either of them have seen, "You have the best eyes my little darling," smirking down at her.

"Maybe we should gets mamas this whole store papa!" "We should little love"

Proceeds to buy all the jewelry in the shop and shrugging his shoulders in nonchalance when you glare at him, pointing at the bouncing babe in his arms, "It was my darling girl's idea"

his muscles when he holds her I cannot

This man also develops the largest breeding kink after she is born

Anyway...

He loves you and her the most and I am convinced he is the best girl dad and will probably add more to this as more thoughts come

Also he def paints her nails all pretty, and he also allows her to paint his nails and proudly shows them off at high lord meetings

He also gets hers and your initials physically tattooed on his chest, right above his heart

#rose rambles #roses headcanons #rhysand x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand acotar #rhysand girl dad #girl dad!Rhys #Girl dad!Rhysand x reader #Girl dad!Rhysand #Rhysand headcanons #rhys acotar

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bihansthot · 10 months

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Have some Girl Dad!Bi-Han Headcanons:

- [ ] Bi-Han is the absolute king of imaginary tea parties, he lets his daughter dress him up in a tutu and wears whatever tiara or hat she picks out for him as well as dainty lace gloves. He always sips the imaginary tea and comments about what a wonderful hostess his daughter is and always makes sure Cubcub’s (her stuffed polar bear) cup is topped off. He often makes dumplings for the occasion and keeps mooncakes in stock even when it’s not fall as they’re his daughter’s favorite treat.

- [ ] Bi-Han always lets his little girl do his hair, whether it’s a ponytail, pigtails or messy braids he rocks whatever style she chooses. “The fuck are you looking at,” the Grandmaster barks at his subordinates as he makes his way to the throne room. His hair pulled back into two messy braids with a myriad of pink bows littered in his striking black locks. He was man enough to not care what his underlings thought of him, he ruled the Lin Kuei with a frozen fist, what was it to them if he let his daughter play “beauty parlor” with him. It made her happy and that’s all he cared about.

- [ ] Bi-Han is extremely protective of his daughter, more so than if he had a son. Not because he views women as lesser than men but because his little girl is his entire world. She’s completely melted his icy walls and he let her inside as much as he could. He’s trained his daughter to be a fierce and formidable warrior but he would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he pulled his punches while sparring and often let her win just to see the twinkling in her eyes as he feigns death. He’d do anything for her smile.

- [ ] When his daughter was learning how to walk Bi-Han would often use his powers to create fluffy piles of snow at her feet when she would fall down so she wouldn’t get hurt badly. Even when his daughter is able to walk properly he still is always on alert especially if his daughter is clumsy, he does what he can to prevent her from hurting herself.

- [ ] Bi-Han is his daughter’s biggest cheerleader, usually cold and arrogant Bi-Han is different with his little girl. He’s patient and thoughtful and always willing to show his daughter the right way to do things. Bi-Han had the proudest Papa moment when his little girl created her first snowflake and may have even had to hold back tears of joy and pride.

- [ ] Bi-Han is always there for his daughter, despite being the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei he wants his children to lead normal lives. Obviously he will teach them to use their cryomancy and train them to defend themselves but his daughter was never raised to be a killer. So, despite the demands that come with being Grandmaster he is there for every godawful school play, every shitty dance recital and every insufferable field day at school. He ignores the fearful and awkward glances from the fellow parents but Bi-Han can always rely on a fierce and feisty glance from his s/o to shut them up. He’s there to watch his daughter be the best damn flower she can be, maybe they should have brought a coat. He’s always the obnoxious father who is whistling and yelling encouragement at the drop of a hat because fuck if his little girl isn’t the best at everything.

Thank you @brittlecakes92 for inspiring me to write these and sending me the cute tea party video! Hopefully you lovelies enjoy these headcanons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #og sub zero #mk #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #dilf!bihan #girl dad #girl dad bi han #headcanon #fluff headcanons #good dad bi han

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thatlovinfeelin · 8 months

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Flightless Bird | eighteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Mommy! Hurry up!” Wren said, dragging Jose behind her, “Auntie Nat twell her!”

Natasha only laughed and walked next to Jose. They were on their way from the parking lot to the tarmac for the airshow. Jake was set to be flying and Wren was begging to go see it. Although, Jose tried to normally stay away from Airshows in general just in case someone certain was there.

“So, I have some news,” Nat whispered to Jose.

“Oh?”

Natasha just smiled and twisted her wedding ring, something Jose noticed the female pilot did when she was a little anxious. Her and Jake got married two years prior in a small ceremony on the beach. Not to big and fussy, as both of them wanted simple friends and family. A certain Blue Angels pilot was not able to attend, so Coyote was Jake’s best man while Jose was the maid of honor, with little baby Wren as a little flower girl. It was beautiful and simple and perfect.

“You can’t tell anyone yet,” Phoenix stated, “But I’m pregnant.”

Jose stopped in her tracks, much to Wren’s dismay who let out a little wail and tried with all of her might to pull her mom forward.

“Oh my god, Nat!”

“Are you mad? I know you-”

“Mad? Oh my god no, I’m so happy for you!” Jose exclaimed, hugging the other woman, “Does Jake know yet?”

Natasha shook her head, “No I haven’t found the time to tell him yet.”

“How far along?”

“Six weeks? I think? I have a doctors appointment next week to confirm,” She explained, “But I’m so scared to tell Jake. We’ve talked about kids, but not yet.”

“Well, I’m assuming you weren’t using anything?” Jose asked carefully.

“We weren’t trying,” Nat swore, “But we weren’t not trying.”

Jose couldn’t help but laugh. That sounded like the most Jake and Natasha thing.

“I want Gampa Mav and Nenny,” Wren whined, snapping the two women out of their hug.

“Okay, let’s go munchkin.”

Wren was dressed in little combat boots, one of the flight jackets that Jose bought for her before she was born, and a pink tutu. She looked like a little combat princess as she strutted in front of Jose and Nat.

For a nearly four year old, she had a lot of personality. Maybe too much for her own good. But Jose loved her daughter with all of her heart. There wasn’t a thing in this world that she wouldn’t do for her.

“Thank you for coming today,” Nat nudged Jose with her shoulder, “I know it means a lot to Jake to have you guys here for this.”

Jake was set to be a part of a super important Legacy flight, one of the only f-18 pilots chosen. He couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks prior. Jose wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen him so excited for something related to work before.

“We couldn’t miss it,” Jose shrugged, “Wren wouldn’t let me.”

“Mama we see Unca Yake?” Wren asked.

Jose couldn’t help but smile at the way that Wren said Uncle Jake. They were still working on her speech, but the little munchkin was getting better and better every day.

“Yeah sweetheart, we’ll see him soon, I promise,” Jose replied, “But let’s find Gampa Mav and Nenny first, okay?”

She nodded enthusiastically and wiggled a little in Jose’s arms. Little Florence loved Maverick and Penny, now lovingly known and Gampa Mav and Nenny. They stepped right into the role of grandparents to Wren without a second thought. They were there to support Wren and Jose with no questions asked, even after Jose forced Braldey to leave.

They never once asked what happened between the two of them. Instead they just loved Jose and her little daughter with all of their hearts.

“Gampa Mav!” Wren wiggled out of Jose’s arms and took off running towards the older pilot, “Nenny! Auntie ‘Melia!”

“Shit,” Jose cursed, chasing after her little girl.

Wren jumped into Mav’s arms, hugging the older man as tightly as she could. Mav laughed and hugged her back, not seeming to notice the fact that the little girl ran off without her mother. Penny was a little more attentive and scowled at the little girl as best as she could.

“Wren, what have I told you?” Jose was out of breath as soon as she reached them, “You need to stay with me!”

“But I saw Gampa Mav and Nenny.” The little girl blinked up at her mother, not seeming to understand.

“You can’t run off-”

“Mav! There you are!”

Jose froze. She didn’t dare turn to look at the source of the voice. A noise escaped her, sounding like a small wounded animal. She didn’t even check to see if they were going to be here today. Normally she checked every air show, but Jake was so excited that she was going to come and bring Wren.

“Bradley,” Mav said, handing Wren over to Phoenix who finally caught up, “Didn’t expect to see you until later.”

“I had a second and saw you guys over here.”

Wren looked at Bradley with wide eyes. He was in his blue and gold flight suit, looking like a hero in his own way. Wren was mesmerized by any pilots. She loved planes, and the people that flew them.

“You fwy pwanes?”

Bradley was stunned for a second. He finally realized who was standing next to Mav and Penny. She looked so different, and yet exactly the same. Her hair was longer, and she was thinner than he’d ever seen her. So much so it made him wonder if she was eating enough. But he didn’t have the right to worry about Josephine Wilson anymore, not when she kicked him out of her life.

“I uh-” He cleared his throat and directed his attention to the little girl in Phoenix’s arms.

Somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that this was the little baby he once loved with all of his heart. She was so much bigger, with wide eyes that mirrored her mother’s. She looked just like Jose. There’s no way that wasn’t her daughter. It made him want to cry. He loved her like a daughter and he missed out on so much of her life.

“Yeah, I do,” Bradley smiled at the little girl, forcing down the emotions. He leaned down so he was eye level with her, “See that blue and yellow plane over there?” he pointed down the way a little to where all of the Blue Angels were lined up, “That one is mine.”

“Woah,” She replied, “Auntie Nat can we go see?”

Nat carefully looked over at Jose, who still hadn’t allowed herself to look over at Bradley. Jose nodded quickly, watching as Nat along with Mav, Penny, and Amelia made their way towards the row of planes.

Jose swallowed the thick lump in her throat. She felt like she could cry. She always did her best to avoid Bradley at any event that the Blue Angels could be at. Jake always understood. He hated it, but he understood. She wanted to be mad at him for not warning her that he would be here today. She felt tricked and like her heart was going to explode.

“Jose.”

She closed her eyes and licked her dry lips before opening her eyes and turning to face him, “Hi Bradley.”

“It’s good to see you,” He said slowly, carefully even.

“Yeah, um, you too,” She replied, “You look good.”

“I am. Pensacola has been good for me,” He replied, voice sounding like gravel.

She nodded. She wasn’t sure what she expected him to say. What do you even say in a situation like this? How is she supposed to do this? How was she supposed to face Bradley, when all she wanted to do was be held by him again? She wanted to feel his lips on hers again. She wanted him more than she could dare to put into words.

“You look…nice,” Bradley had to force the words out. He wanted nothing more than to hold her.

“Try keeping up with a three year old, see how you look,” She responded quickly.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I genuinely meant you look nice.”

She looked down at her little sundress and sighed. She hated this feeling between them. This rift, the distance…whatever it was. She wanted to feel close to him again. But she didn’t know how she could ever feel close like she used to.

“She’s gotten so big,” Bradley was looking over his shoulder now, looking towards Wren, “She was so tiny when I left.”

“Bradley about what I-”

“Bradshaw! Time to get ready.”

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. His shoulders squared before his eyes opened again and he was back to being Rooster. He forced a smile and held out his hand for Jose to shake. How do you even shake hands with the man you’re still madly in love with?

“Nice to see you again, Josephine. Look for me in the skies.”

She wanted to say more. Wanted to beg for his forgiveness. Wanted to beg for him…just for him to give her a second chance. But he was gone before she had the chance. He disappeared into the crowd of people like a leaf disappears in the wind.

Jose was still holding her breath when Natasha came back to stand next to her, “Mav has Wren. Are you okay?”

Jose’s eyes started to water, “I didn’t realize how much I missed him. And then he’s right here and I can’t say any of the things that I want.”

“You’ll get your chance,” Natasha assured her, “Now c’mon, Jake is up next. Don’t want to miss him.”

Later that night, Jose was sitting in her bed alone. Wren was staying with Jake and Natasha tonight, so the house was silent. Jose didn’t quite know what to do with herself. So she poured a big glass of wine and settled in. What she didn’t expect was her phone pinging at eleven, with a text from a number she never expected to see again.

She found herself scurrying out of the bed and fumbling her way to the front door. Her breath was ragged as she threw the door open to reveal Bradley standing there. He looked too good to be true.

“Hey,” She said stupidly.

Bradley was on her in an instant, hands cradling her face, “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I-” She took a second, “I want you. I always have.”

Then he was kissing her like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole world.

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