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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year

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16.25

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of tears, sadness

author’s note: hello! how’s everyone doing? decided to write this hurt/comfort imagine of chan cause i just cannot accept the fact theres only one chan in the world. pardon for my poor grammar and mispellings if present, other than that, happy reading! <3 remember, it’s just a bad day, not a bad life; it shall pass to. my dms are open if anyone wants to talk ab anything (:

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nobody said marriage life was easy. the day you said yes, the both of you were expecting the ups and downs, the happiness and sadness.

“i’m home!” chris exclaimed as soon as he stepped into the house, one of the few places the both of you feel comfortable enough to call home.

silence from the other side, he was baffled. confused was an understatement, why isn’t his wife scrambling to his arms? you’d usually greet him in ragged breaths, as if you’ve just completed a marathon.

going up, unsettling thoughts clouded his mind. although he knew deep down it will never happen, everyone’s gotta prepare for the worst, right?

wrong.

opening the bedroom door oh so quietly, he managed to make out your figure huddled under the thick comforter. oh, you’re sleeping.

but it’s just 4 in the afternoon?

deciding to kneel so he could be at eye level with you, he froze upon the sight.

chris felt his heart shatter as the seconds passed by, this is never a sight he wants to come home to. why is his favorite person in the world crying?

you’d be lying if you didn’t notice chris entering the room; you tried to play it off by pretending to sleep. but boy, did chris see through you.

he shook you gently, not wanting to invade any further into your personal space. looking up at his pretty eyes, your tears started to well up for the 3rd time this afternoon.

“oh no,” chris started to panic. “what’s wrong babe, hmm? talk to me,” he tried to coax you into reaching out to him.

you covered your face with your 2 hands, not wanting the man that stood beside you see the woman he married.

if chris had to list the top 10 most heartbreaking sights he’s ever encountered in his life, this will be the first. never in his life, he saw you this vulnerable. you always had this strong facade; but even strong people can crumble too. they just decide to not show it.

sitting on the edge of the bed, he guided you onto his lap; he knew, his woman needed his physical affection to ground her.

while patting your head with a few kisses to your temple peppered here and there, he tried to keep his guard up; as much as he wants to cry too, he needs to be strong for his one and only. silently praying the pain in her heart will subside soon, he continued his loving acts.

“deep breaths baby, you can do it,” chris whispered, ensuring the person cradled in his arms is still getting sufficient oxygen. “i’m here now okay? you can rely on me, you can talk about it, you have me,” chris continued, not wanting to aggravate any painful memories.

“i- i’m sorry,” you managed to blurt out while trying to keep your shit together. you knew he was exhausted, visible from the eyebags and the way his shoulders sag. “i know you’re tired, i’m sorry you had to come home to whatever this is,” you continued. “i’ll be better.”

chris wanted to explode; who the hell made his wife feel like this? she’s everything he’s ever dreamt of; kind-hearted, a little clumsy, very dreamy, independent, smart, adora-

his train of thoughts were cut short when he hears your crying started to worsen.

“no,” chris said firmly while still holding your frame. “you, my love, are the definition of an angel. now, before your thoughts get the best of you, let me explain.”

hearing no response from his woman, he let out a small okay, to make sure you were fine with whatever he said and will say — which you were.

“who isn’t tired? we all have our own problems, some we can fight alone, some we need others to help. whatever you’re thinking now, it’s all the exact opposite of what i think of you. you’re perfect, and before you start with your nobody is perfect speech, to me, you are perfect. heck, i often ponder to myself, what did i do in my past life to deserve such a woman?”

responding to what he said, you simply held him tighter and buried your face in his neck. now only hearing sniffles, chris felt relieved you’ve calmed down.

chris had to get to the bottom of this — “is there something you want to tell me?”

after a good 2 minutes, you lifted your face so you could stare into his face and man, nothing ever prepared chris for what his love was about to say next.

“this morning, i went to my pilates class as usual. there were these group of women, i don’t know them at all since they’re new,” you paused, needing a breathe because you felt your throat closing up again.

with a nudge to your side and a kiss to your forehead, chris encouraged you to continue.

“i heard them talking about how they were able to travel around the world with their partners, having the time of their lives, while i’m rarely at home for lengthy times due to work. it’s not that i want to stay away from you, if i could choose i swear i’d choose spending time with you over anything else in the world. i’m sorry, i’ll be home longer, i’ll make you happier.”

a single tear rolled down your cheek, and at the speed of lightning, chris managed to kiss it away.

looking into her eyes with so much adoration one can ever have, chris replied, “you’re enough for me, baby. we have holidays where we can spend time with each other 24/7 and we communicate with each other pretty well. you make me the happiest man alive and don’t change yourself; you’re perfect just the way you are. i understand your feelings, but please don’t ever underestimate yourself, you’re literally my favorite person in the world and i don’t like the person i love the most get hurt because of her thoughts, okay?”

resorting to a nod to respond to his answer, chris felt his heart swell looking at his wife. someone so selfless, she even let her thoughts get the best of her.

“like we agreed, let’s talk about whatever’s bothering each other yeah? no secrets between us, i know you trust me as much as i trust you,” chris concluded, not wanting another wave of sadness wash over his beloved.

“i love you, chris,” you whispered as to not ruin the comfortable atmosphere blanketing the room.

“i love you most, my beautiful wife,” chris replied, with a kiss to your forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.

nobody said marriage life was easy. but one thing you learned was, it’s always the two of you versus the problem, and with the right person, marriage life can feel comforting, like hot chocolate on a snowy day. with chris, you always felt at home.

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cas-skz · 1 year

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FRIEND AGREEMENT

Pairing: Han x fem!reader Word Count: 3k Summary: A mutual agreement leads to a passion filled night with your best friend. Warning: 18+ please!!!, loss of virginity (m & f), swearing, drinking, smoking, oral, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie. Usual sex stuff yanno

NOT EDITED - I suck at grammar cause french immersion fucked me over as a kiddo. That's why @littleforeignaffairs usually checks it for me...but this is her bias. SURPRISE BITCH.

"Are you sure I won't hurt you?" Han questioned shyly, his fingers slowly sliding your panties down. It was a drunken, high on edibles night that had gotten you into this position with your best friend - missionary to be exact, and the idea for both of you to lose your virginities. "I don't know." You half giggle, hands covering your face. "I've only rubbed my clit...so I don't know...I just don't know." You mumble through your hands. Han let out a little laugh, grabbing both your arms and moving you so you were sitting up to face him. Sure he was your best friend, everything felt comfortable, you were definitely relaxed enough and Han was...very good looking. But you may be having second thoughts. "Hey Y/n, you know we don't have to do this right?" His voice was soft, his touch even softer as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes. "I mean it. If you're not comfortable we can do it another time...or you know -" You cut him off, "I think I just need more liquid courage, but I want to do this." So you made your way to the living room, stealing Han's shirt - which was all you were wearing and he following behind in just some basketball shorts. The two of you downed a bunch of shots and Han had someone convinced you to take a bong rip with him, which ended with you coughing your lungs up and him laughing uncontrollably. Now, with the music blasting and the two of you dancing and singing your hearts out, things just seemed to fall into place. You were in the middle of a twirl when you lost balance, falling onto Han's lap, who had been sitting on the couch taking another hit from the bong. "Oh- Hello." He said with a laugh, the surprise expression on his face sending you into a giggle fit. You wrapped your arms around his neck, using one of them to ruffle his hair. "Guess I fell for you. That wasn't in the agreement." You slur, having pretty much lost your filter from the concoction of weed and alcohol. Han's hand ran slowly on your thigh, sending goosebumps throughout. "Agreements are stupid anyways." He mumbled, bloodshot eyes moving to focus on you. "Lay down." Han said softly. He hovered over you, searching your face to try and figure out what state you were in. Having been best friends since childhood, he knew how to figure you out and could read you like a book, but since you had both turned 21, things had shifted slightly and almost every drunken night out had ended with you two back at one or the others place, usually waking up in joking disgust, stating, "You again." It was all fun and games until now, as the male lowered himself slightly, moving some hair from your face. "Open your eyes Y/n." He said softly. You were met with a gentle smile as he leaned down, placing a kiss just under your ear. "I think you're too drunk." He whispered, his lips working their way to your neck, making you moan softly. His kisses turned into gently bites, moving from different spots of your neck down to your collar bone. "But fuck, I want you so bad." Han he managed to get out.

You snap out of the slight daze he had you in, catching his lips as he was working his way back up. You pressed your lips deeply into his, which he retuned, kissing you softly as you moved your legs slightly, allowing you to pull Han even closer to you. "I need you." You whisper, causing him to stop and look down at you with soft eyes, still filled with lust. "And I'm not to drunk. Scouts honor." Your words made him fully smile shyly, his cheeks flushing a deep red. It was your version of 'I promise' which you had been using since being kids. "Scouts honor?" He asked, slowly moving his lips back to your neck. You nod confidently, leaning up to take the shirt you had stole off and tossing it to one side. Han pulled you into him, crashing his lips into yours as his hand gripped your hip and he leaned back to pull you on top of him. It shocked you a little when you felt how hard he already was, your bare bottom resting perfectly onto his length as you followed his previous movements and moved your lips to his neck, biting and gently sucking at his salty skin. His hips bucked into you as you bit down a little harder, a quiet curse escaping his mouth and his hand smacked down on your rear, causing a small whine of pleasure to escape your lips. "You like that?" He questioned sheepishly. You leaned up slightly, biting your lip as you gave him a little nod, and started to move down his body. Freeing his erection, you wrapped your hand around his length and ran your thumb over the tip, swirling the pre-cum around before leaning down to clean up the little mess you had made from trying to figure out what your next move was. Han's moan was loud when you started to suck his cock, your mouth uncontrollably watering as you found a comfortable rhythm he seemed to enjoy as his hands tangled in your hair. As you continued to bob your head and explore his cock, you managed to hit your gag reflex, causing Han to jerk your head away and look down at you concerned. "Are you okay?" He asked, pulling you back up towards him, hands cupping your cheek as he looked at you intensely. Moving his hands down to your sides, placing slowly tender kisses on his lips as you moved to position him over you. "I'm fine, just new at this."

Han's lips worked at your neck once more, his bites a little rougher than previously, his hand worked it's way between your legs, pushing them apart slightly before running along your folds, sending a shiver through your body at the unfamiliar touch. Moving his lips back to yours, he kissed you deeply as he pushed one finger into your entrance, moving it slowly as his thumb naturally found your clit and moved in small circles. Whimpered moans escaped from your lips, glancing down as Han was now moving down, placing kisses towards your nipple, gently sucking for a moment then positioning himself so his cock met your entrance. His eyes locked to yours and you nodded, reassuring him that this is what you wanted. He ran the tip along your folds once more before slowly pushing himself inside you, making you curse in unison as he paused, allowing your tight inside to adjust to his size. His thrusts were slow at first, easing you into the feeling and trying to keep himself from finishing right away.

As the pace picked up, you felt your body loosen and go fully into relaxation, causing waves of pleasure you'd never felt before. Han's face was hidden in the cushion next to you as his hips started to pick up speed, muffling his moans that he couldn't control anymore. "So fucking good." You hiss, feeling your body start to jerk, an unfamiliar wave of pleasure building. His face lifted from the pillow, cursing again as he pushed his lips into yours, roughly kissing you as his hips picked up pace and your nails dug into his back. "I'm gonna cum." You managed to get out through kisses. Han nods against you, his lips moving slowly from your lips to just under your ear. "Where do you want me to cum?" He moaned, slowing his pace a little to look into your eyes. With a small smile on your lips, you let your fingers rest gently on his jawline "I want us to cum together." you confirm, pulling him back into the kiss as his hips picked up speed again making your walls tighten around him as his cock starts to twitch inside you, sending you both into a furry of moans. "Fuck, Y/n... fuck." Han cursed, his cum warming your insides as you felt him climax, which only pushed you over the edge. Your lips met again as your bodies calmed, melting back into each other as Han slowly pulled out of you, the cum dripping from your insides as your legs shook from the pleasure. His twitching cock rested against your folds as he pressed his forehead into yours, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. "I'm glad it was you." He smiled, placing another gentle kiss, "Me too." You agreed.

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queseraone · 2 months

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Writer’s ask game: anything you haven’t already been asked or answered

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4. How do you channel characters' voices and personalities? I watch scenes over and over again, and honestly I find reading other fic helpful. This sounds awful, but reading examples of something that isn't in their voice or matching their personality makes it clearer when it's right.

6. Do you prefer writing shorter, standalone fics or longer, multi-chapter stories? I definitely lean toward one-shots. (And let me just call myself out here... I've written one multi-chapter fic and it's been sitting unfinished for 5+ years 🙈) So if I was to try to tackle another multi-chapter idea, I'd need to have a clear vision for how to have it play out.

8. Do you have any rituals or habits that help you get into the zone? No, but I really should try to create some lol.

9. Have you ever collaborated with someone else on a fic? Yes! It's a fun challenge and I'm excited to do it again!

13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you? Feeling confident in my ideas. That feels like a stupid thing to say, but I struggle with coming up with ideas for stories. If I have a vision, I can (usually) execute it, but so often I find myself questioning if an idea is worth writing or not. (Also summaries, they're a bitch!)

16. How important is it to you to stay true to the original creator's vision while writing fanfiction? It's extremely important to me. To me, that's the whole point of fanfiction - you love the characters enough that you want to play with them! If you throw their original characterizations out the window, you're just writing original fiction and plugging in the characters' names. [steps down from soapbox]

17. What's the most memorable comment or review you've received on one of your fics? Oh man, can I say all of them??? I truly cannot express how much joy a comment brings, and I absolutely go back and re-read them when I'm feeling down about my writing. My favourite is when someone quotes my work back at me, I swear it makes my face hurt from grinning so hard!

19. What's the most unusual or unique setting you've used? I guess the ski cabin because it's so far removed from Los Angeles?

20. How do you approach action sequences or intense moments? Action scenes are scary, and I'm not super keen on tackling that again - but I will say what helps is (I sound like a broken record on this point) having someone you can bounce things around with, and (as stupid as this sounds) blocking it. I mimed kicking my husband down the stairs to figure out where Lucy's foot would connect with her attacker (and good thing I did, because it was way higher up than I'd guessed!)

22. What role does humor play in your writing? Do you enjoy adding comedic elements to your fics? I don't consider myself a funny person. I try to inject humour into my writing sometimes (depending on the situation), but I'm not sure it's super successful!

23. How do you write endings for your fics? Do you prefer open-ended or conclusive conclusions? I hate endings. Hmm maybe this is my answer for #13. I think sometimes you go into a fic knowing exactly how you want it to end (sometimes even down the closing line), and other times I find myself circling the drain, totally lost on the right way to close it. The story never really ends as far as I'm concerned, so I lean more open-ended I guess? Especially since I tend to write more missing moments.

24. What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction? Don't be afraid to ask for help. Check your grammar (little things like your/you're go a loooong way). And please make sure you're spelling characters' names correctly... But truly just go for it. There's an audience out there for pretty much everything!

26. How do you approach plot twists or surprises in your fics? So I'm absolutely evil and absolutely live for this kind of moment. I still feel a sense of (villainous) pride over the plot twist I threw into the end of the opening chapter of an old fic. It's fun keeping people on their toes!

27. What two (or more) fandoms would you like to see a crossover for? Would you ever write it? Do I have to pick? Because I'm truly not a fan of crossover fics, especially between fandoms! And I don't really watch many other shows right now, so it's hard to say. Chenford getting called in to break up a fight between queens on RuPaul's Drag Race? That's the best I can come up with!

29. Are there any characters, relationships, or general character dynamics you've never written about but would like to try? Nearly everything I've written in this fandom is jut Tim and Lucy. Other characters' involvement has ranged from minimal to nonexistent, so I think it would be fun to play with that more. Top of my list would be to write more Tim and Angela moments, because they're my favourite relationship outside of Chenford.

30. How do you handle writing multiple storylines or subplots? I've never tried!

31. Do you prefer writing from a single character's perspective or switching between different viewpoints? I think I prefer picking a single character and writing from their perspective (still in the third person though), but I'm certainly not opposed to switching back and forth.

32. Have you ever participated in fanfiction contests, challenges/fests? YES! @chenfordsecretsanta, we'll see y'all again next year! And I participated in Chenford Week for the first time last summer!

33. How do you incorporate world-building elements into your fics? I haven't really done this, I tend to just stick within the show's universe.

34. Are there any fic writing tips or tricks you've learned along the way that you'd like to share? If you're unsure about dialogue, say it out loud. It's weird but highly effective. And for the love of god, if you wake up in the middle of the night with an idea (because that's always when it happens) make the note. No, you will not remember it in the morning.

Now I need a fucking nap, holyyyyyy. If you've made it to the end, congratulations, you deserve a trophy 🏆

#asked and answered #fic writer ask game #ask games #roguetwelve

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keigh0e · 1 year

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Neighbourly ♥ Keigo Takumi

Word Count: 14k

Triggers: The usual bad language you can always expect from me, and some spicy spice towards the end

Description: You meet your neighbour Hawks under some special circumstances and he decides you need to become more than neighbours

Author’s Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for treating my first post with so much love. As a gift, I give you this monster. Let me know if you’d like a part two! It’s not been checked so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Requests are still open, here is a prompt list and what fandoms I write for

Your day had finally ended and you were exhausted, you couldn’t wait to get home to your bed, you couldn’t wait to get out of your work clothes, you couldn’t wait to sleep yourself into a coma.

But first you needed to make it to your door and it looked like your neighbour wasn’t going to let you do that so easily.

After reaching your floor, you immediately spotted the figure laid up against the wall beside your door. There wasn’t really any way to ignore him because sprouting from his back was a large set of blood-red wings. Fallen angel was the first thing that came to your head.

At the time, you had no idea this man was your neighbour. As far as you were aware, he was just a (Very pretty) stranger and you lived alone, you weren’t taking any risks.

You stayed at the top of the stairs so you had a quick exit and your pepper spray was poised at the ready. “Hey,” you called out, trying to be gentle whilst also being loud enough to stir awake the guy sleeping near your door. It looked to work as he moved his head from side to side and started to grumble. “You okay?”

His eyes snapped to yours, a shocking yellow which seemed brighter than the humming lights above you. Again, you found yourself wondering if you’d discovered an Angel at your door. Surely that was a good sign, right?

“Who’re ya?” He asked, eyes glaring. Your theory about him being some sort of angel went straight out the window as soon as you heard the slur coating his words.

You pointed over to the door he was next to, “I live in number twenty-four.”

His eyes moved to the door next to him before looking back at you, “no you don’t, Mrs Cheesepuffs lives there.”

“Mrs Chesney-Wolfe moved out last week, think she wanted to be closer to her family or something, so I moved in on Tuesday.” You explained.

The ethereal looking drunkard in front of you threw his head back, slamming it harshly against the wall. If he felt it, he didn’t give any sign. “Mrs Cheesepuffs left without even saying goodbye to me? I know she wasn’t my number one fan, but that’s brutal.” The slurring in his words only added to the sad tone that curled his syllables in, melting into a sob as he finished speaking.

You weren’t sure what to do as he moved his head into his hands and began to cry. From what you’d learnt from the neighbour next to you, Mrs Chesney-Wolfe was your stereotypical old lady who chose to complain about everything possible, no one was sad to see her go. Except for this guy apparently.

“Are you- were you a friend of hers or something?” You asked, trying to figure out who the hell he was in the hopes it would help you get rid of him. The last thing you wanted to do right now was deal with some drunk fool who’d chosen your doorstep to nap on. It was your turn to have a nap dammit.

“No, we were arch-nemesis, but she was the best enemy I’ve ever had.” He continued to cry, his dramatics making you more uncomfortable. “There wasn’t a week that didn’t go by where she didn’t try to get me kicked out of this building.”

“You live here?” You perked up a bit. Okay, he lived here, that meant you could just direct him to the right floor and then be on your merry way to your bed.

“Yeah, I live upstairs.” He waved his hands towards the stairway that led to the next floor before flopping his hand back on the floor, as though it suddenly weighed a hundred kilograms. “I wanted to tell Mrs Cheesepuffs… I don’t remember, but it was really important. And now I’ll never get to tell her!” He began bellowing and sobbing again.

“Guess there’s nothing else to do but go to bed then,” you responded, not really able to sympathise for a man who was clearly letting the alcohol he’d had do all the talking.

“No, I can’t leave yet without telling her the thing,” he pushed, looking at you with pouty lips and watering eyes. He should have looked pathetic. Why did his eyes remind you of that Fallen Angel painting by Alexandre Cabanel? Clearly you were as sleep deprived as this man was drunk.

In truth, you’d spent most of the week moving in and that day was your first time back at the cafe, it shouldn’t have been all that busy but there was some sort of convention happening down the road which meant the place you worked was stock full all day.

“You don’t even know the thing,” you argued with a huff, wanting this exchange to be over and done with.

“But it was important!” He cried out.

“Dude, how many drinks did you have?”

He stopped crying instantaneously, and started giving you a death stare. It seemed he was embracing his inner Mrs Cheesepuffs as he eyed you up and down with disgruntlement. “That’s a rude question, what are you implying?”

“You think that's rude?” You chuckled lowly. “We don’t even know each other but you’re stood in front of my door, blocking me from getting home, crying about some woman who, in the nicest way, seemed like a bitch.”

He took a brief moment to take in your words, staring at you with that same hatred glare, before making it disappear as quickly and as easily as he had done with his earlier tears. He rested his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a second. “Hm, I guess you’re right, that’s not very ‘No.2 Hero’ of me is it?”

“You’re a hero?” Of course he was. You were an idiot. You hadn’t been in this area long but you’d seen posters of him everywhere, he was a big deal. And he was on your doorstep, crying over an apparent cheese puff of a human being.

“Yes, number two hero, Hawks,” he repeated. “You don’t recognise me?”

You shrugged, choosing what you figured was the easier option. “I’ve just moved into the area, and I’ve never been into the superhero thing, no offence.” If he thought you didn’t care for him, then maybe he’d stop bothering you. Plus, it wasn’t entirely a lie. Whilst you knew of super heroes (it was hard to avoid them), you weren’t as obsessed as some people tended to get.

“None taken, that probably works in my favour because this would really ruin my reputation if anyone found out.” His tone was much more relaxed now, there was still a slur but his emotions seemed to be calming down. He also seemed to be getting very sleepy. “I’m sorry for blocking your door.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry Mrs Cheespuffs abandoned you.”

He smiled ever-so-slightly, it was just a brief lift of his lips but it had your heart skipping a beat. “I’ll get over it, she’s not the first girl to break my heart and she won’t be the last.” Your brain immediately started to wonder if that meant he was single, though you tried to slap away those thoughts, because it shouldn’t matter to you if your neighbour was single or not.

Hawks reached out a hand, making a grabby motion with his fingers. “Can you help me get up? The room is spinning a lot.”

You debated it for a minute before concluding that this was probably the fastest way for you to get to your bed. “Sure.” You wandered over and helped him stand up as best you could. He wasn’t light, you couldn’t tell if that was because of the muscle he was clearly packing or the gigantic wings on his back though.

“Ooft.”He grunted as his chest slammed against yours, you taking the brunt of his weight as you balanced him back on his feet. His eyes scanned over your face, seemingly becoming enraptured whilst all your attention was fixed on making sure neither of you fell to the ground. “Oh, hey, you’re cute up close.”

“Dude, can you even stand?” You gritted out, not even hearing what he said as you pushed against him.

“Am I not standing right now?” He looked down at his feet, chuckling a little bit when he noticed how much smaller your feet seemed next to his. He started giggling. “I bet you have little piggies.”

“I’m standing you up right now, this is more me than you,” you complained, once again ignoring what he said. You’d actually heard his comment about having little piggies, but seeing as they made zero sense to you, you figured the night would go a lot easier if you just ignored him. Oh, how wrong you were. Nothing about that night was easy for you.

“You’re such a good Samaritan, have you thought about becoming a hero?” He queried.

“Not my scene,” you replied, working to wrap one of his arms around your shoulder so you could take his weight a bit easier. “You live upstairs right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, once again staring rather intensely at your face. He couldn’t help himself, now that he was up close and personal, and your features weren’t blurring in and out of focus, he could finally make out your facial features and they were all so cute. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to squeeze your cheeks or kiss your lips.

“Come on then.” It was the only way you were going to get to bed. You couldn’t just leave him laying in the hallway, especially seen as he was meant to be some big hero. If anyone found out you’d abandoned the number two hero in a hallway, you were sure you’d get more shit for it than he would for being a public menace.

When you reached the stares Hawks did actually help out, taking back most of his weight and using the rail to pull himself upstairs, rather than relying on you entirely. You made it up in no time, then you came to your next hurdle. His locked door. “Where are your keys?”

“Pocket, I think.” He made no move to take them out of his coat pocket and so with a sigh you reached in yourself, making him jump slightly. “Whoa, hey, if you want to cop a feel you need to buy me a drink first.”

“Noted.” You said the word as blandly as possible, all you planned on doing was getting him to bed, then you’d avoid him as much as possible and hope he doesn’t end up on your doorstep again anytime soon.

You found the key in his left pocket and used it to unlock the door.

His apartment was impressive, way bigger than yours, but he was the number two hero so he probably got all the big bucks whilst your barista job got you just enough. Trying not to get too bitter over the very different world you knew the pro-hero in your arms must live in, you walked further into his living room that connected to a humongous kitchen. It looked like had had the whole floor to himself.

“Which way?” You questioned, wanting to get this visit over and done with, standing in an apartment this big and shiny was making you feel very small.

He directed you towards a door which once opened revealed another massive room with a mammoth bed in the centre. It looked more like a nest, covered in a multitude of different pillows. One of them looked so fluffy, you’d probably feel like you were sleeping on a cloud.

Before putting him down on the bed you turned him around and began to push on the thick coat he was wearing. “Let’s get your jacket off,”

As your arms worked on pushing the jacket down your arms, he leaned his head forward, resting it in the crook of your neck. Then he felt him take in a deep breath. “Mm, you smell really good,” he mumbled, nose skimming up your neck, and when he moved back down, he did so with his lips. “Fuck, really good.” Once his jacket was completely off, his hands moved up, gripping your waist as he burrowed his head deeper, his teeth grazing your skin all of a sudden, pulling a gasp from your lips whilst shivers moved through your bones. It wasn’t an awful feeling, just wholly unexpected.

Not as unexpected as when he suddenly pulled you backwards onto the bed and took you with him, pulling you down on top of him. “Whoa,” you squealed. You knew you should have done more, should have pulled away and stepped back, but the man was a puppet master, pulling on your strings with every graze on your skin. He’d started kissing you. They were gentle pecks, but he kept hinting he wanted to do more every time his teeth caressed your neck.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he thrust his hips up into yours, letting you feel all of him. Every glorious inch.

Unfortunately, that rut of his hips into yours was exactly what you needed to wake you up from his spell

“Shit, let go of me.” You pushed with your arms and pulled away with your body, shuffling out from under the wings that had at some point wrapped around you without you even noticing. Once a safe distance away, you pointed at the hazy-eyed man posed laid-back on his bed. “Nothing is happening tonight, you’re way too drunk and I’m way too sober.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes half-closed and a goofy, yet charming, smile bending his lips upward. “You’re cute.”

“You’re frustrating,” you retorted, trying your best to stay on the offensive. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, you just knew if he kissed you again you’d probably let him just have his way with you. Just from that thrust alone, you could tell he packed enough to not even need to be good at sex, his size would be enough pleasure just by itself. Still, Hawks gave the aura of someone who knew exactly what they were doing in the bedroom, and that was even more dangerous.

“What will it take for me to get something to happen?”

He was going to remember this conversation in the morning, not with how drunk he was, so you decided to play along, at least he wasn’t trying to pull you back into bed. “Ten dates.”

“Ten?!” He guffawed.

You shrugged. “I’d normally say three but after tonight I’ll need you to prove you’re a gentleman.”

With that, you left his bedroom, thinking it would be safer to put some distance between the two of you.

“Where are you going?” He called out.

“To get you water and some painkillers!” You heard him grumble, but couldn’t make out his words. The kitchen was a big distance from the bedroom, his place was just that big. You wondered if he ever felt lonely, because of the place's size, you couldn’t help but also notice how empty it felt. You wondered if maybe that was the reason why he’d gotten really drunk tonight and gone to Mrs Cheesepuffs in the hopes of some late night company, even if that company involved him getting yelled at and berated.

By the time you got back to his room, you found him sound asleep on his bed. You left the water and painkillers on his bedside table, then you finished with removing his shoes and his jeans. You’d spent about five minutes debating whether or not you should take the jeans off, but then figured he’d wake up very uncomfortable if you did leave them on, and he’d already have a hangover from hell. You’d made a point to not look at his crotch whilst doing it as well.

♥♥♥

The next morning you thought about Hawks, wondering if he was okay and handling his hangover okay. You thought about maybe making him a little care package and taking it upstairs, it would have been the neighbourly thing to do after all. In the end, you decided against it.

Hawks was charming, even whilst being as drunk as a skunk, but he was a big time hero and you were just a barista. There wasn’t enough in common between you, other than the fact that you lived in the same building. You figured you’d just carry on living your life with the odd moment where you bumped into him in the hallway, maybe dealt with him after a bad night again.

Of course, much like the night before, your neighbour had other ideas.

At ten in the morning there was a knock at your door, you’d dressed for the day already, getting ready for your shift which started at lunch time. When you opened the door you were greeted by the person you least expected.

“Howdy, neighbour!” Hawks greeted you with a smile he probably gave all his fans, the kind of smile that had you smiling back.

“Hawks?”

“Oh good, you remember me,” he replied.

You couldn’t stop staring at him, not because he was even more beautiful in daylight (which he really was) but because he wasn’t showing any signs of a hangover which he definitely should have been suffering with considering how drunk he’d been acting the previous night. “Yeah, I’m more surprised you remember me, you were pretty drunk last night.”

“Right, that’s why I’m here, I’m bringing you an apology in the form of fatty foods and caffeine.” He held up a carrier bag in one hand and a tray that had two cups on it. He nodded to the room behind you. “Can I come in?”

So much for your plan of keeping your distance from him, you guessed. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to let him say sorry for your hospitality, especially when whatever was in that bag of his smelled so good. “Um, sure.” You stepped aside and opened the door wider so he could walk in.

He did so with a skip in his step, once again making you wonder if he had really been that drunk last night when he seemed to be recovering so well.

You watched as he immediately set off to the kitchen, clearly already knowing the layout inside, which wasn’t all that surprising now that you knew he had been close with the previous tenant. He walked over to the breakfast bar and plopped everything down before sitting in one of the stools, allowing his eyes to scan around your living room.

There wasn’t much decoration to it, but you had only moved in.

“You’ve made this place look a lot nicer than Mrs Cheesepuff’s ever did,” Hawks complimented, eyes moving back to you and fixing you under their attention. He really did have a way of making you feel like you’re the most important thing to him in that room, and it was doing some wonderful (and terrifying) things to your stomach.

“Thanks.” You followed in his footsteps, sitting down in the stool next to him, choosing to face him so you could speak to him directly. “Can I ask something?”

“I have a question first.” When you nodded your head in allowance, he gestured over to the boxes he’d laid out with all the food. “I got a sausage and egg muffin, a bacon sandwich and some pancakes with maple syrup. Pick whatever you want and I’ll eat whatever's left.”

“Pancakes,” you said immediately with zero hesitation, grabbing at the box he’d pointed to.

“You have a sweet tooth, noted.” He commented, continuing on before you could think too much into what he meant by that. “I also brought coffee, I didn’t put anything in it. If you need any sugar, just let me know, neighbour, I have some in my apartment.”

You smiled at him and laughed slightly, getting up and opening a cupboard where you pulled out a bag of unopened sugar, you then went to the fridge and fetched some milk, setting them out on the breakfast bar. “I also came prepared.”

You two busied yourself with readying your drinks, you noted that he kept his coffee black, but added quite a bit of sugar. Seemed you weren’t the only one with a sweet tooth. As you watched him take a bite from his greasy bacon sandwich (a look of pleasure passing over his expression as he did so, that had your thoughts veering in a certain direction) he waved his hand at you, telling you to continue with what you’d been saying before. “What was your question?”

“Right,” you chimed, grateful for the distraction, “Mrs Chesney-Wolfe, who you like to call Mrs Cheesepuff-”

“Because she always smelt like cheesepuffs,” he explained.

“Of course she did,” you said with a roll of your eyes, this woman started to seem more like a cartoon character than a real person. “My question wasn’t about the cheesepuffs though, I just wanted to know what your deal was with her, you seem to like her but everyone else in this apartment hates her.”

“She was just a load of hot air,” he explained with a shrug, a quiet look of adoration settling on his face. “I was like everyone else in the building at first, thought she was a real bitch, but then one day I saved her on her walk home, she still continued to yell at me and complain to the landlord any time I made any noise upstairs, but she also started leaving me treats at my door. That’s what I wanted to tell her last night, by the way, that I loved the blueberry muffin she’d made me.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, because the story was the first nice thing you’d heard about your neighbour, and the explanation also made Hawks’ actions from the previous night seem more cute than annoying.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to live up to that, I can’t bake at all,” you advised, cutting into your pancakes.

“That’s okay,” he reassured, hitting your knee with his. You then realised that at some point he’d turned his body around so he was facing you and he’d boxed your knees inside of his. “I kind of have a theory she was slowly poisoning me with them anyway.”

“And you still ate them?”

“I have very little willpower,” he chuckled.

“Don’t you need willpower to be a hero?”

He waved his fork dismissively in the air. “What I lack in willpower, I make up for with my charm and sunny disposition.”

“Uh huh,” you hummed in disbelief.

“So tell me about yourself, neighbour.”

You cringed a little at his question, there wasn’t a lot you could say about yourself that would interest a hero who rescued grumpy old ladies in his spare time. You were just a barista making ends meet who spent her spare time watching whatever was good on the telly.

“Well, first of all my name is Y/N,” you chose to start with that, mainly because you wanted to hear him say your name and stop calling you neighbours all the time.

“Y/N,” he tested it on his tongue, smiling as it rolled off. He hadn’t disappointed you, the way he’d said your name, with an edge of huskiness, had filled you up with a warmth that was starting to become familiar whenever you were around Hawks. “I like it, as beautiful as its owner.”

“There’s that hero charm,” you pointed out, trying to not take his compliments too seriously.

He winked over at you. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.”

And just like that, the warmth was rising up in your stomach like magma.

The morning continued with him asking questions and conversations steering off from those. You talked about TV shows you liked, how you weren’t really big on heroes but you knew about them from some of the other things you did, like how you knew Best Jeanist because of his side hustle as a fashion designer. You talked about your job, and when you’d tried to belittle it by saying it was nowhere nearly as interesting as being a hero, he’d made a point to reassure you that he was interested, not letting you continue the conversation until you stated that you understood that.

♥♥♥

Your work day had started a lot better than it had when the hero convention was happening, that was over a week ago. The cafe had just started getting busy with the lunch time rush and your brain was back in your apartment, sharing that breakfast with Hawks where you discussed Mrs Cheesepuffs and a whole myriad of trivial things.

It was the most fun you’d had in a very long time, and despite how much you tried to convince yourself it was just a one time thing - your neighbour simply thanking you for taking care of him in his drunken stupor - that didn’t stop the flare of hope you kept feeling whenever you thought about bumping into him again in the hallway.

You were always quick to dismiss that little bit of hope. You and Hawks weren’t ever going to happen, so there was no point in thinking too much about it.

You were cleaning up a previous customer's meal, cleaning up the counter when you felt someone gently tap on your shoulder. “Hey, little bird.”

Looking up, you found yourself staring at your winged neighbour. “H-Hawks?”

“Oh my god, that’s Hawks!” Your co-worker Becky practically screeched as she tried to handle the cup of coffee she was pouring for a customer whilst taking in the pro-hero that had magically appeared.

It wasn’t so magical for you, in fact you were getting a little concerned, it felt almost like your neighbour was stalking you. You were sure he’d never visited this cafe before, you’d have recognised his beautiful wings if he had. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing a patrol in this area today, now it's my lunch so I figured I’d stop in here and check out the goods.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes moved up and down your body when he said ‘goods’.

“You know Hawks?!” Becky (who had somehow finished the coffee and served her customer in record time) moved to stand beside you.

Choosing to ignore your fangirling friend, you directed your words to your neighbour. “I’m working so I can’t sit and chat with you or anything.”

“That’s fine,” he shrugged, voice remaining easy and laidback. You preferred this Hawks over the cry baby that had been outside your door the other night. “Like I said, I’m just here for lunch, if you happen to also be here in my line of sight then that’s just a bonus I’ll happily accept.”

“Oh my god, Hawks is really here,” Becky continued to squeak from beside you.

You rolled your eyes at your co-worker, normally she was a lot more quiet than this. “Becky, go breathe in a paper or something, you’re worrying me.”

“What?” Your coworker started laughing a tad too loudly as she waved her hand frantically in the air. “No, I’m fine!” Despite her pushing, you didn’t believe it when she looked to the number two hero and started hyperventilating again. “It’s Hawks!”

“Nice to meet you too, Becky.” Hawks finally acknowledged her, giving her his best celebrity smile. You’d be lying if the confident look on his already far-too-good-looking face didn’t have your knees getting a little weak as well. What had them shaking was how his eyes only moved to her for a single second before they moved, almost naturally, back to you. As though he struggled to keep his eyes away from you.

Becky immediately started giggling and then she harshly grabbed on to your arm, digging her nails in slightly. “He just said my name!”

“Yes Becky, so did I, multiple times, never seen you hyperventilate over it” You hissed at your friend whilst trying to pry her off of you.

You probably weren’t being the nicest person in that moment but you were still recovering the shock from seeing Hawks again (in the place you worked, which was information you’d definitely not given him when you had breakfast together) whilst dealing with an excitable fangirl and a cafe that was quickly beginning to fill up with a lot of people who didn’t mind staring as the three of you had been conversing.

She eventually dropped her hand and then started glowering at you. “You’re not Hawks.”

And you never would be, so this whole exchange was ridiculous and a waste of time. You and Hawks clearly lived in very different worlds, and you were sure he’d get bored of you soon.

“You have no idea how happy I am about that,” you chimed back, your sunshine tone juxtaposing the frown on your face as you petted the sore spot on your arm.

Far too casually, Hawks reached out and took a hold of your wrist after noticing the way you were holding it, his eyes dragged over the red marks. He frowned, but only for a second, then he was back to being his smiley self as he looked back over to you whilst letting his thumb smooth over where it hurt, comforting you. “Ouch little bird, be careful or you’ll break my heart,” he reprimanded mirthfully.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” You asked, wanting to change the subject and distract yourself from just how comforting his touch was to you, and how warm it was making you feel.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Little bird, what happened to neighbour?”

“Neighbour!?” You realised your mistake too late. There was no doubt your co-worker would badger you with questions about your neighbour every time you shared a shift now.

“Little bird fits you better,” he offered as fact.

“No it doesn’t, I don’t have wings like you,” you argued.

“No, but your laugh is as pretty as a bird's whistle, plus you’re tiny compared to me,” Hawks explained, his tone implying that all of that should have been obvious to you.

You didn’t understand what game he was trying to play, whether it was a game of pretend or competition, but you refused to play either way. “Is that a positive?”

“Just take the compliment, Y/N,” Becky reprimanded.

“I’d do what Becky says if I were you little bird,” Hawks warned, a chuckle ruining the seriousness of his statement and you found yourself smiling along with him. Becky was certainly acting terrifying.

“Excuse me?” A customer practically snared from behind Hawks, who politely stepped aside to reveal the suited man who was standing behind him. “Can you start doing your job so we can get to ours?”

And just like that, your good mood was wiped away. You didn’t blame the customer for getting annoyed, both you and Becky had ignored him for Hawks so he had every right to be frustrated.

“Right away, sir, I’m sorry for the delay.” You pulled away from Hawks, creating some much needed space so you could concentrate on your reality rather than whatever fantasy Hawks was inviting you to spend some time in. “What can I get for you today?”

He didn’t stop glaring at you the entire time you took his order and though it was unnerving, you were used to it.

As you went and got the customers drink, you couldn’t help but muse that it was a little bit funny that despite both you and Hawks being in customer service roles (his was a bit more extreme than yours, but it was serving people just like you did), he got a much nicer reception than you ever did. There was the odd person that would thank you, but most of the time you were treated to customers like the one you were serving then, who thought they were better than you simply because you were the one giving them the goods they purchased.

His order was simple at least, just a boring black coffee that suited the boring grey suit he was wearing perfectly. As you went to hand it over to him though, he’d been too busy looking down at his phone so rather than grabbing the cup he just knocked it over, spilling hot coffee all over your hand.

It wasn’t hot enough to cause some third degree burns, but it was hot enough to have you cursing and quickly pulling your hand away, dropping the cup completely which caused splashes to fall on the man's pants.

Tears had pricked the corner of your eyes as you held your hand which was quickly turning an unhealthy shade of red, almost as red as Hawks’ feathers. Speaking of your feathered friend, he’d reacted immediately despite being in a conversation with Becky. Though you hadn’t been aware of it, his eyes had been following you the entire time you helped the grumpy customer whilst whispering to Becky, trying to get her to spill whatever secrets she had about you so he could get to know you even better.

In a matter of minutes Hawks was holding your wrist again, being sure not to touch the burns as he analysed the wound to see how bad they were. You noticed his shoulders seemed to relax when he diagnosed that the burns weren’t too bad, they’d just blister and hurt for a while.

“What the fuck!” The unhappy customer yelled out, doing his best impression of a child as he stamped his foot in the ground. “Look what you’ve done to my suit! I have a meeting in a hour! Are you really that fucking useless of your job you can’t even hold things?!”

You blinked over at him, struggling to think of what to say next as you were still in shock over the pain in your hand.

Hawks moved to stand in front of you, putting himself between you and the raging customer. He bent his head lower, his free hand moving to cup your chin so he could pull your gaze up to meet his in the middle. “You okay?” He whispered, keeping the conversation private, just between the two of you. Everybody in the cafe was currently staring at you but with how Hawks was holding you, and with the gentleness carved into his gaze, it felt more intimate than it really was.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “not the first time I’ve been burned, probably won’t be the last.” You aimed for a joke to lighten the mood but Hawks’ expression didn’t change, he was solely focused on making sure you were okay.

“Becky,” he suddenly called out, and for a second you wondered if he’d forgotten your name.

“Yes Hawks,” Becky squeaked, not having expected the number one hero in her heart to suddenly ask for her.

“You got a first aid kit around here?” He asked her, though his eyes still remained solely focused on you.

“Yep, I’ll go get it,” she rushed off then into the back office, quickly coming back and presenting it to Hawks like she’d found buried treasure.

He nodded his thanks and finally looked away, “you okay putting our little bird back together?”

She giggled again and began to nod. You wished your friend got that elated whenever you told her to do something, most of the time she responded with sighs.

“Perfect.” Very gently, he pressed a kiss to your reddened hand, just on the edge of where there was a burn. “That kiss should help heal you right up,” he joked, sending you a wink that had you rolling your eyes. It also had your heart skipping multiple beats, almost putting you in cardiac arrest, but you did your best not to show that.

Then he turned around and walked over to the customer, and you got to see Hawks’ charm at work. He pulled the grumpy customer close and apologised for causing the distraction, putting all the blame on himself, he then offered to pay for not only that customer's replacement coffee and laundry, but then he bought everyone else in the room a drink.

It meant you and Becky had to get back to work pretty quickly, but she did most of the coffee making and you grabbed whatever snacks people wanted which only required one hand at least. By the time you were done, Hawks was gone again, his lunch break over and done with.

You didn’t notice he’d left you a note on a napkin until you’d gone to clean up where he’d been sitting, almost missing the neatly folded napkin that had ‘Little Bird’ scrawled across the front of it.

Little Bird.

Take it easy on your hand, you know if I ask Becky will tell me if you haven’t been.

Below is my phone number, I’m trusting that you won’t give it out. That includes Becky, but don’t tell her I told you that, if I’m being honest she scares me a little.

Send me a text and let me know when you’re free, lets hang out neighbour

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Beneath there was a drawing at the bottom that you really struggled to figure out. It was some sort of hieroglyphic. One looked to be exploding at the top while the other was… melting?

♥♥♥

You were laid on your couch with one bandaged hand over your head. It had been a long day, even before Hawks had shown up at your job.

When you’d gotten home, you hadn’t even been able to make it to your bed. At least tonight no one had been outside your door crying, too drunk to stand. Though, you were a little bit disappointed not to see Hawks.

You couldn’t bring yourself to text him. You’d gone to the effort of adding his number to your phone but then you’d lost all of your confidence when it came to you instigating the conversation with him. It was annoying, but you couldn’t help this nagging feeling that you shouldn’t get attached to him. He was way out of your league and the only thing bringing you together was that he was your neighbour. The differences between you and Hawks had blinded you the second you stepped into his penthouse apartment.

But you liked the attention he gave you, and the way he looked at you, and the things he said to you, and the way he stood a little too close but not close enough at the same time.

You were falling for him, that was also becoming pretty evident to you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight.

“Neighbour!” The man that harassed your inner thoughts suddenly yelled out from outside your door. “I can’t knock on the door, I hope you’re in there and can hear me, please let me in!”

“What the fuck, Hawks?” You questioned, rushing to get up off your couch considering how loud he’d just yelled and how panicked he sounded.

“Oh thank god you’re here, please hurry!” You did as he demanded and opened the door before he could finish the sentence, finding him leaning against your door frame, completely fine with his phone in his hand. “Damn, that was quick, you must really care about me, little bird.”

He’d changed out of his hero outfit which was all you’d ever seen him in, now he was just in a casual black t-shirt with grey joggers on and it took every power of womanly willpower you had to not immediately let your eyes drift to the crotch. You can do this, you told yourself, reminding yourself that there were bigger issues at hand, like the fact that your neighbour had given you a damn heart attack.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Hawks?” You hissed at him, thinking about maybe hitting him but deciding he wasn’t worth hurting your already injured hand (plus, you weren’t really the violent type anyway).

“Forcing you to spend time with me seen as you’re playing hard to get,” he responded easily as he pushed his way past you (you didn’t put up that much of a fight, to be fair). “What do you want from the takeaway?”

You watched him walk further into your apartment before he draped himself down onto your couch, pushing his wings so they hung off the back. “Excuse me?”

“I can eat pretty much anything,” he said in a way of explanation.

“I can’t afford takeaway,” you responded dully, not really knowing what else to say. He’d said you were playing hard to get, so he obviously saw that you didn’t want to push him to hang out with you, but he was still there, sitting on your couch, making it look better than it had in a while.

“My treat,” he responded, “I owe you anyway after causing you problems at work, which I’m really sorry about, that hadn’t been my intention, I just wanted to see you.”

You rounded to the other side of the couch, perching yourself at the edge, as far away from Hawks as you could possibly get. “It’s okay, it’s not even your fault, that guy was being careless.”

“That guy was being a dickhead,” he snorted.

You looked over at him with wide eyes, shocked that those words had even left his mouth. “As a hero, aren’t you meant to be all nice and understanding?”

He smiled at your words with the kind of look that read ‘wow, you’re adorable’ as he started shaking his head, refuting what you’d said. “I’ll have you know, I was very nice; I nicely removed him out of the situation whilst understanding he was being a dickhead.”

“Touché,” you responded with a light chuckle, enjoying this side of Hawks. That good feeling was quickly followed by a bad feeling as you reminded yourself once more that you shouldn’t get attached to him. He either felt bad for you or was intrigued by you, he’d eventually grow bored either way and move on so there was no reason to get attached. You realised it might just be the best to cut ties there and then before you got too attached to the winged hero. “Why are you here, Hawks?”

“Already told you, if you don’t want to text me and sort out hanging out, then I’ll come to you and force you to accept my company,” he said, putting his phone down momentarily so he could look you in the eyes as he spoke to you. He’d heard the drop in your voice when you’d spoken and could tell something was up.

You shook your head at him, moving to stare in front of you so that you didn’t have to look him in the eyes anymore. “That’s not what I meant, why are you forcing your company on me when I’m clearly not meeting you in the middle? Why are you even bothering with someone like me?”

“Someone like you? What does that mean?”

“I-” He was really going to make you point out the obvious? “We may live in the same building, but I can barely afford my rent, this was just the closest place I could get to my job.”

“I don’t care about your money,” he said, gaze sharpening on you.

“It’s not just that, you go out there and you save people every day, I make coffee and then collapse on my couch at the end of every night, that’s as exciting as my life gets.” You threw your hands up in the air, in a ‘this is me’ sort of gesture. Because it was you. Basic, simple, boring, you.

“Yeah, you also take care of your annoying neighbours who drink far too much and get stuck in front of your door,” he quarrelled, not backing down as easily as you wanted him to. In fact, he seemed to be getting quite annoyed with you, as though he didn’t like the way the way you were talking about yourself.

“I only did that cause you were in front of my door,” you easily bounced back.

He shook his head, not believing you for a single second, which was fair, you hadn’t believed yourself when you said it either. “If that were the case then you wouldn’t have carried me all the way upstairs, got me into bed and made sure I was comfy, and made sure I had water and pain killers for the morning after.” He shuffled further onto the couch, and seemed to reach out to you before second-guessing himself and pulling his arm back. “Stop selling yourself short little bird, you’re a good person, you’re sweet, and I like that about you, enough to want to get to know you in every possible way.”

You stared at him, taking in his words and the tone he used, trying to gauge if he really meant it. Maybe he did. Maybe your charming, attractive, neighbour really did feel interested towards you. And maybe that was just about the craziest thing you’ve heard in a long time. “I’m not all that fun after a day shift, I’m probably going to go to bed soon.”

It was your last defence, but it barely had any foundation, the way you’d said the words had been so weak, almost as though your heart and body were fighting two different battles. Your mind is trying to convince you that spending any more time with your neighbour would just lead you to an unnecessary heartache, while your heart told you to take that leap of faith, to let him in.

“Have you eaten tea yet?” He asked, eyeing you up. The war was still going on, so you couldn’t decide on what the best thing would be to say. No you didn’t, but if you told him you had then he’d leave. Nothing came out of your mouth. “Did you even have lunch?” He continued, and still, you said nothing, cementing the decision in Hawks mind. He picked his phone back up, unlocking it and getting to work. “Right, well if you don’t tell me what you want I’m just gonna order every different kind of food I can find.”

You quickly reached out, not wanting him to waste all of his money and truly believing that the mad man would be willing to do something like that. “I like pizza,” you offered, your heart doing a little happy dance in your chest as you finally took that leap and opened yourself to whatever kind of relationship Hawks wanted to pursue with you.

“Me too,” he was grinning back at you, that look of happiness on his face more of a reward than the pizza would be.

As he ordered the pizza, the two of you also worked on deciding what TV show to watch. He understood that you were tired and wouldn’t be up for much conversation, in fact he continued to reassure you that he was just happy to be there with you.

Eventually you decided on a comedy TV show that you’d both been wanting to watch, it was a big commitment, ten whole seasons. But still, you’d started it with Hawks, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to watch any more episodes without him.

As the night started out, you ate your pizza on different ends of the couch. Then, after eating, Hawks took your plates into the kitchen and when he returned he sat a bit closer.

Two episodes later, he let out a yawn and laid his head on your lap.

“Comfy?” You’d joked, swallowing down your nerves at how close he now was to a certain body part which had been tingling ever since his arrival.

“Enough to fall asleep,” he mumbled as he grabbed a hold of your hand, moving it over to his hair. It was obvious what he wanted to do, and you couldn’t help yourself, the hair beneath your fingers was surprisingly soft. It was clearly windswept from all the flying he did, but he managed to keep it as fluffy as the clouds he flew through.

Hawks had trapped you with this. You grew too comfortable and then you fell asleep. Right there on the couch with your hand in his hair and his head on your lap.

He’d looked up after you stopped petting him, ready to make some sort of banter, but when he saw you asleep he just smiled gently. He grabbed a hold of the remote to turn the TV off, then as gently as he possibly could, he lifted you up and carried you to bed. He accidentally walked into your bathroom at first, but he found your bedroom on his second go.

He laid you tenderly on to your bed, allowing his hand to sweep across the curve of your body as he dropped you down onto your pillows. You’d already been in your pj’s so he didn’t have as much a hard time as you did when you’d taken him to bed.

Your bed may not have been as large as his, but Hawks still had a hard time resisting getting into bed and cuddling up with you.

He won (or lost, depending on your point of view) in the end and left you be. When you woke up a few hours later, it took you walking out to the kitchen before you realised that you must have fallen asleep on your neighbour. You were only reminded of your night together when you saw the small pile of dishes that Hawks had washed up and set to dry.

♥♥♥

“This doesn’t count,” Hawks said as he walked up towards you at the counter where you worked.

“What?” You asked, confused at his sudden appearance and the words he’d thrown at you. What happened to ‘hello’?

“I just need to ask you something really quickly,” he explained, though it didn’t really answer any of your questions. “I’ve been invited to a birthday party tonight, will you come with me?”

“Whose birthday?”

“You don’t know him, just a friend.” He waved his hand in the air. It was clear he was in a rush, his hands were tapping on the counter and his eyes kept looking back at the doorway. “Come on,” he whined, “you don’t want to make me go all alone do you, that wouldn’t be very neighbourly of you.”

You’d hung out twice since he first ambushed you in your own home and force fed you pizza, mostly you were just chilling out and watching your TV show but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t already very attached to Hawks. He knew exactly what to say to make you laugh, and even when he was being annoying, he was looking out for your best interest. He made sure you ate and drank plenty of water, and he had no issue with you passing out in the middle of a TV show, he just carried you to bed and then cleaned up any mess you guys had made.

And he’d never complained about being the one to clean up either. You guess you owed him for that.

“Fine, but you at least need to tell me the dress code,” you bargained before he could rush off and leave you panicking for the rest of the night.

“Fancy schmancy,” he responded.

“I’m a barista, I don’t own ‘fancy schmancy’,” you deadpanned back to him.

“I can sort that out, maybe you can borrow one of my suits,” he replied, leaning down on the counter, head in hand as he looked at you with a dopey smile on his face. He’d started relaxing, despite the rush he’d felt earlier, it was just his body's natural response to you. When you didn’t respond back with a smile he just chuckled lowly. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you an outfit sorted.”

“Why does that feel like it could end worse than if I just turned up in a potato sack?” You said, a sudden feeling of foreboding swooping over you.

He reached out, booping your nose, “because you worry too much.”

Mocking him, you reached out and booped his nose back, though he scrunched his face up and looked so adorable you lost your breath for your second. “You don’t worry enough.”

“I’ve just learned the right things to worry about,” he shrugged, straightening back up, obviously getting ready to leave. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, it doesn't matter what you wear. But seriously, let me take care of your outfit, it’s the least I could do after throwing this on you out of nowhere, and I promise to not put you in something gross.”

“Or something tiny,” you quickly inputted. What else could you say? He’d just said you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You wanted to call him certifiably insane.

He put his hand on his chest, as though he was making a solemn promise. “I will try my best.”

You took a second to actually agree with him. You hated that he’d bought every meal so far and that he was offering to even buy you outfits, sure, he had money but you had pride too. You think he knew how uncomfortable you were with it, because he always tried to change things around so it seemed like he was paying you back, rather than just giving you something for free.

“Fine,” you mumbled.

Whatever guilt you felt over accepting his charity quickly disappeared when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your check. “‘Atta girl,” he whispered in your ear before jumping away from the counter and speed walking to the door. “See you tonight!”

♥♥♥

Hawks was going to be at yours soon, you knew that, you were very aware, but you were sitting on the edge of your bed staring at the dress you’d found on your doorstep. You’d finished readying your hair and was about to get the dress put on when you opened up the lid of the box and saw the gown contained in it.

It was beautiful, the exact same colour as Hawks’ wings. You knew that was probably purposeful but you didn’t care, it just made you that much giddier.

“Y/N?” Your charitable neighbour was right on time in fact, one glance at the clock on your wall told you he was actually ten minutes early. What you didn’t know was that he’d been ready an hour ago and spent his time pacing upstairs, resisting the urge to just go hang out with you earlier than planned. He didn’t want to seem too eager, and he figured being ten minutes earlier showed he was just good at being punctual rather than just being desperate to see you.

“Two seconds, I need to finish getting the dress on.” You called out, shaking your head and deciding to just get in it. Sure, you felt like your skin was tainting it despite having showered thoroughly beforehand. Even the material was softer than anything you’d ever felt before. You were far too poor to be wearing a dress like that.

“Do you like it?” He asked, remaining outside the door.

“It’s gorgeous,” you replied, doing little hops around your bedroom as you pulled it up. Once the shoulder straps were in place, you let your hands trail down the poofy skirt, noticing the embroidered feather pattern that had been sewn in. Another beautiful reminder of the beautiful man who had gotten you this dress. “Don’t know about the colour though.”

“Really? The colour is my favourite part.” Hawks responded.

“I could have guessed that,” you chuckled. Taking one last look in the mirror you decided you’d do. You weren’t a model, you’d never be stunning. Despite what Hawks had said earlier when he’d asked you to go to the party, you weren’t the most beautiful girl in the world, you weren’t even second, or hundredth. But that was okay, because your dress was the most beautiful dress in the world.

You opened up the front door for Hawks, spinning around and pointing at your back. “Zip me up?”

“Whoa, whoa,” he chanted, hands moving to grip your waist so he could turn your back to face him, smiling at your confused expression. “You can’t just reveal all this goodness and not give me a chance to stare.” After his eyes roamed over the front of you, he pushed at your hips again, making you spin around. A giggle escaped you despite your best efforts to try to stay calm and cool. “I was wrong earlier,” he continued, “you’re something more than beautiful, I don’t think a word exists for you yet.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you responded, shaking your head at him. Even if you wanted to deny him, his words still tore through your skin and nestled into your heart. You knew they’d stay there through the next few weeks or so, thriving.

“You’re still cute,” he retorted with a cut wrinkle of his nose.

“Thought I was ‘more than beautiful’,” you argued, finding it easier to joke than take the conversation as seriously as Hawks seemed to be.

“You’re both,” he shrugged with ease, squeezing your hips in a way that you guessed was meant to be reassuring.

“Noted,” you said, because that’s all you really could say. Until you looked at him, truly taking in the all black suit he wore. It was clearly tailor made, hugging his body in all the right places. “You look really handsome.”

“Thanks.” He grinned down at you. “See, that’s how you take a compliment.”

You just rolled your eyes at him before turning away. “Thank you for the lesson, now, my zip?”

“Of course.” He stepped close, maybe a little too close considering all he needed to do was zip up the back of your dress. But you weren't about to push him away, not when the heat of his body was warming up yours so deliciously, making you feel so safe. His head, which was bent downward so he could look down at the zip, bumped against yours. “You smell good too.” Shamelessly, Hawks let his nose drift down to your neck.

You were starting to think he had some sort of obsession with that spot on your body, it was where he’d first touched you at the start of your friendship, and he always seemed to go back there like a moth to a flame.

“Hawks…” You weren’t sure if you were about to ask him something or maybe beg him, the words got lost as his hands gripped tighter at your waist the moment you whispered his name in that husky tone.

He hummed as he let his nose stroke the curve of your neck one more time before pulling away, “we better get to the car before I drag you up to my place and lock you inside my bedroom.”

“Yeah, of course.” The words came out as a squeak, unable to read from Hawks’ expression if he was joking or not because he moved too quickly, pulling you out of your apartment and taking you down the stairs, not letting you see his face at all.

“We can do that later,” he continued on, sounding quite cheerful over the prospect.

You didn’t respond. You would have agreed quite eagerly, but you still weren’t sure if he was joking or not, and your pride wouldn’t let you come across as too eager.

When you got downstairs, he moved over to a large fancy black car and opened up the door for you. Once you slipped inside, he moved in close to you, doing his best to not let his wings get in the way. You could understand why he normally chose to fly over getting stuffed in a car.

As the car set off, things started to become a bit more real for you. You were on your way to the kind of effort where you needed to dress as nicely as you and Hawks were. You were used to just going to bars whenever it was one of your friends birthdays, nothing like this.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, noticing how rigid you became as soon as the car started moving.

“Yes I do.” You chose to be honest, trusting Hawks enough with that. “This is all normal for you so you don’t get it.”

Proving why he was chosen to be number two hero, he paused to take in your words, nodding as they sunk in. “You’re not wrong, maybe I am numb to it, but I’m still here for you and I’m still going to do everything I can to make sure you have a good night.” He reached out, taking your hand into his and you found yourself grateful for the contact.

“I appreciate that, Hawks.” What did you do so right? To have a man like Hawks, a number two hero full of charm and good looks and the kindest of hearts, want to be around you, supporting you, letting you thrive? In your past life you must have been a saint.

“What do you give a sick bird?”

“Excuse me?” You questioned, unsure where the words came from and what they had to do with what you’d just been talking about.

“A tweet-ment.” Hawks laughed harder than you did at his own joke, though a few chuckles did escape you, mostly at the ridiculousness of him throwing out a bird joke.

“That was awful,” you cringed, nose wrinkling in a way that immediately had Hawks leaning over and booping you. That seemed to be another one of Hawks’ favourite things to do.

No matter how much you protested, he continued to tell you more bird jokes. You wanted to say you were surprised by how many jokes he made, but you weren’t all that surprised. This was Hawks. Of course there was a special part of his brain saved exclusively for bird jokes.

You were laughing so hard you barely noticed when you reached the house where the party was held- wait, no, it wasn’t a house at all. Your eyes bulged as you took in the mansion you’d parked in front of. Outside there were multiple banners which all had an image of the one hero you’d always be a minute to recognise.

Your hand that was cradling Hawks turned into a vice-like grip. “Hold on a minute, this is Best Jeanist’s birthday party?”

“Oh great, you do know him,” Hawks said, as though it were just some lucky coincidence.

You glowered over at him. “You know I know him, we spoke about him the first time we met.”

A single look of ‘oops, I got caught’ flashed across his face before he covered it in a cheesy smile. “Aw, you remembered,” he feigned adoration as he pressed his free hand against his heart.

“Hawks.” It was a single word, just his name, but you’d pushed enough seriousness into it that it broke through his charade.

“I knew if I told you, you’d freak out and talk yourself out of coming,” he admitted, giving your hand a squeeze, though it was more to comfort himself. He then gave you another determined love, recovering from the moment of insecurity quickly and easily, a trait of his you wished you could share in. “It’s not a big deal, everyone here are friends, not heroes.”

“But they are heroes, Hawks, big time heroes, I’m a nobody.”

You knew you’d made a mistake when you finished your sentence and Hawks was glaring straight at you. He shuffled closer until he was crowding into your space. It wasn’t yours anymore, it was his.

“You’re my girl,” he asserted, hand tipping up your jaw so you could look into his eyes and see just how much he meant that. The look of seriousness softened as he continued, “please, just give it an hour and if you hate it then I promise we’ll leave.”

Who were you to argue with that? The number two hero had claimed you, and promised you safety. That claiming was all you could really think about so you let him drag you out of the car and into the building, his arm soon wrapping around your waist as you walked together.

“Jeanist!” Your neighbour called out, making you jump a little as he pulled you from your stupor, changing the directory that you were walking in. The only reason you didn’t fall over was because of Hawks grip around you.

“Hello, Hawks,” the famous fashion-designer-slash-superhero greeted, his eyes soon moving over to you, “ah, you must be the girl who’s got our number two hero acting like a love drunk puppy.”

“That’s her,” Hawks admitted unabashedly.

“Uh, hi, happy birthday.” You were nervous and despite your best attempts, the shakiness showed in your voice. Jeanist was stylish and intense, even when he was in a relaxed setting he seemed to uphold that.

“Thank you, do you like the dress?” He asked, waving his hand graciously, “It’s not my best work but Hawks limited me on what I could do, still, you make it look lovely.”

“Y-your dress? You made this dress.” You blinked up at him. Head empty, just thoughts about the fact that you were in a custom Best Jeanist dress. “You made this dress.” You couldn’t stop repeating it, you looked over to Hawks and said it one more time, just for good measure. “Best Jeanist made this dress.”

You realised you were starting to act like Becky had and tried to pull your fragmented mind back together but ohmygodyouwerewearingafreakingbestjeanistdress.

“He did, but you look so good in that dress, you make it your own,” Best Jeanist replied, unbothered by your fangirl antics, he was profusely used to it by that point in his career.

“He’s not wrong,” Hawks agreed, squeezing you slightly, a proud look on his face.

“Thank you,” you responded, “thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded coolly, “if you don’t mind I need to finish making the rounds.”

“No worries, have a nice night,” Hawks said and you were glad he was able to speak civilly to the hero, you were still too awestruck to carry a normal conversation.

“You too, don’t try to have another drinking competition with Endeavour, please.” Those were Best Jeanist’s last words to Hawks as he strolled away to a group that was standing in the corner. You recognised one of them as Mt. Lady, a hero who had caught everyone's eyes (she was too big to miss sometimes) because of the way she dominated a battlefield and how good she looked as she did it.

You looked over at HAwks, wondering if he’d become entranced by any of the other beautiful heroes that surrounded you but he was still just looking at you, a content smile on his lips, the exact same smile he’d wear when he rested with his head on your lap.

That smile meant a lot to you. You didn’t realise until that moment, but the fact that he gifted you that smile was continuous proof that he not only wanted to be around you, but he enjoyed it.

Together with Hawks you make your own way around the gala, saying hello to everyone whilst you did your best not to get star struck.

Eventually you did bump into Endeavour and it took everything in you not to ask the man for an autograph. He was curt and polite, keeping the conversation short. Once he left, you revealed to Hawks that Endeavour was always your favourite as a kid. What you weren’t expecting was how excited that made Hawks become as he revealed Endeavour was also his favourite, this led to the two of you finding a spot in the hall and swapping stories of your favourite Endeavour rescues or fights.

“He’s so cool,” Hawks said with a dreamy sigh.

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning back in your chair, “but, I don’t know, another hero has caught my eye lately, I might have a new favourite.”

He kisses your hand, but it’s obvious from the heated look that he wants to do more. You wanted him to do more. You weren’t sure when that move from neighbours to more had occurred, but you weren’t hating it either.

You liked the way Hawks made you feel, and you liked him. Not just his looks, but his personality, his charm, his cuddliness and even his bird jokes.

“Want to dance?” He eventually asked.

“Sure.” You both left your drinks on the table, taking to the dance floor where an upbeat, but slow, melody was being played by a band. Falling into Hawks’ arms, letting him wrap his arms around you, was easy. He’d spent so much time with you, touching your body in little ways, that being this close didn’t feel intimidating at all, it was natural.

Together, you swayed, your chin resting on his shoulder while he leaned his head back against yours.

Pushing a bit closer, he nuzzled your neck before whispering in your ear. “So, we’re up to date five now, how would you say I am doing?”

“Date five?” You queried, eyebrows coming together as a look of confusion passed your expression. Was this a date? When did date one, two, three and four, happen?

“Yeah,” He leaned back, removing one hand from around your waist so he could hold it up and begin counting on his fingers, “breakfast after we met, lunch date at the cafe, takeaway and TV shows yesterday and two nights ago, think that's five.”

“Those were dates?”

He gave a firm nod. “You said I needed to take you out ten times if I hoped to have a chance with you.”

It took you a moment to recognise what he was talking about. Then it clicked, that was what you’d said to him in a moment of angry passion after you’d stopped him from trying to kiss you whilst being far too inebriated. It had been a joke though, just a throw away statement to get him to stop pestering you. Yet, in the end, it had only gotten him to pester you more, not that you weren’t grateful for that.

“You remembered that?” You asked, feeling a lot of emotions. Shock, awe, adoration.

“Can’t forget it, you were being all bossy and cute,” he chuckled lowly. Hiding behind all that jokiness was nerves though, you saw it in the way his eyes seemed to roam over your expression, trying to read your emotions. You felt it in the fingers that were digging into your hips, stopping you from making a run from it, not that you wanted to.

“And you… you’d be willing to do five more? You’d want to hang out that much, knowing there’s no reward for you?” It seemed like such a silly question, but you felt the need to ask it anyway. All this time you’d been nervous, thinking that he was wasting both of your time, that he didn’t want anything to do with you later, but how could you say that when he was putting so much effort into getting to know you? So much effort into getting to be with you?

“I’m very much hoping for a reward, but yeah, I would, I do actually like hanging out with you.”

That was it, there was no stopping you as you pulled him down to you and slammed your lips against his. There was so much neediness coming from you as your hands dug into his hair, normally your pride would have stopped you from doing this but you couldn’t help yourself. This man wanted to know you, he wanted to hang out with you, he wanted to be with you.

Even if it was just for ten stupid dates, it was the most effort anyone has put into getting to know you, and you were honoured to even be in this angel’s presence.

Once you pulled away, you were gasping for air. Hawks was exactly the same, which made that fire in you become even more consuming. You wanted him. No, you needed him.

“I don’t think I can make it to our tenth date, Hawks.”

He leaned forward, nipping at your lip. “Is that so?” For the first time since you entered the party, he wasn’t smiling at you, he was entranced by your mouth.

“Please.” That was the magic word, as Hawks moved his hands from your waist, taking your hands and beginning to guide you out of the building.

Once outside, he surrounded you. “Do you trust me?” Without hesitation you nodded, he smiled at that, letting his fingers trace your jawline. He was touching you so much now. You imagined this was what he’d really been wanting to do every time you hung out. “Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, I trust you,” you confirmed, feeling breathless.

But you didn’t really know the meaning of breathless until he began to fly up into the sky with you in his arms, you wrapped your limbs tightly around him, feeling the wind push against your hair.

This was what Hawks got to feel every day, and he was sharing that part of it with you. You let out a little scream, but it was obviously filled with more joy than terror. Though you couldn’t hear him because of the wind whipping past your ears, you felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest which he’d pinned you tightly against.

You made it to Hawks' apartment building in record time, almost as though flying was quicker than dealing with the city traffic. He didn’t drop you from his arms, still holding you tightly, unwilling to let you leave his side. You landed on his patio and he led the both of you into his large kitchen/living room before guiding you into his bedroom, where it all started between the two of you.

Much like the first time you’d been in there, his lips fell down to your neck, teeth immediately grazing your skin. “Want to mark you up, make you mine,” he mumbled, voice trembling with the same lust that vibrated through your body and on your skin.

“Do it,” you responded with zero hesitation, this was the first time you’d been sure of him and what you both wanted. “Need you, Hawks.”

“Keigo,” he mumbled, and at first it sounded like a bunch of noise.

“Huh?” You pulled on his hair, pulling him away from your neck and earning a whine from the eager biter.

“Keigo,” he repeated, “it’s my real name, if you’re going to moan anything, let it be that.”

“Keigo,” you repeated, liking the way it felt in your mouth. You knew there would be other parts of Keigo that felt just as nice in your mouth as well. But you would get to that, tonight you were desperate for all of him and you’d feast on him soon, but you wanted to feel him inside you. Needed it. Needed that connection with him. “Screw five more dates, fuck me, Keigo.” You weren’t used to being so bold but you managed to get the words out, even whilst a blush covered your cheeks.

He didn’t respond at first, laying you down with a gentleness he was not offering to your neck. He continued working his way around your neck, then down to your breast. Sucking, biting, licking. He was giving you every glorious sensation that he could with his mouth and it had your hips rising into the air, desperate to feel the same friction he’d started treating your breast with.

You aimed your hips up, managing to rub against his crotch, feeling his hardness pressed up against his pants. You moaned unabashedly. “Please, need you.”

He growled, pushing your dress down so he could bite down on one of your nipples, earning another noise of pleasure from you. He continued nibbling as he pushed his hard dick against your crotch, your clothes messily piled up in your centre. If you weren’t so desperate, you would have taken the time to take them off but there simply wasn’t any time for that.

Then, Keigo pulled away entirely. You reached out, managing only to grab onto his biceps.

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he explained, “I’m sticking to my word, I’ll prove to you I’m a gentlemen worthy of your cunt.”

“I don’t care about that anymore, please,” you whined out, beginning to claw at him, trying to pull him closer. You saw the smirk on his face, saw how much he was enjoying it, but you simply didn’t care. You were so desperate, already on the edge, already soaked, just from the way he’d claimed you as his with those love bites.

He leaned forward, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips. “It’ll be okay baby, you never said anything about kisses, so I just need to kiss you in the right place.”

His words didn’t click in your head until he began to lower himself down your body. Down where no man had gone before. “Hawks, wait-”

He snapped back up so his face was in front of yours, hand cupping your jaw as a growl slipped past his teeth, “Keigo.” He reminded you of his name and then kissed you hard, imprinting the name in your mind in the same way he kissed you so hard, you’d always feel the phantom pain of him against you.

When he pulled away, he took all of your thoughts with him. You let him take his pants off, earning a ‘good girl’ when you didn’t put up any more fight. You watched him go down, bunching up your dress so he could take in all of your perfection.

Tonight was not the night for gentleness, it was all about feeding a hunger that had been growing over the past five dates.

His tongue immediately lashed at your clit, his mouth following and sucking you up. Your hips rocked up automatically, the new sensation almost bringing you to orgasm. He placed one arm across your waist, holding you down onto the bed so you couldn’t get away from him, so he could properly feast on you.

“Keigo!” His tongue trailed up and down from your hole to your clit then back down, stretching inside of you, filling you up.

“You taste so good baby,” he whined out, mouth never leaving you.

He was going all in, holding nothing back, eating out your cunt and tasting your sweet nectar like it was his next meal.

You weren’t afforded any time to be shy about how animalistic he was being, you were just a meal after all, all you needed to do was lay there and look pretty and take the lashings from his tongue.

It was a punishment and the greatest gift you’ve ever been given.

You rolled off the edge as dramatically as an avalanche fell from a mountain, your whole body quaking as fireworks went off inside of you, all centering at your core where he didn’t bother slowing. He rode you just as hard as you did your orgasm, his tongue never ceasing its movements. You weren’t sure when his fingers joined but they were piercing in and out of you at a speed that only the fastest superhero alive could manage to give you.

You wished you could see his face, see the way your mess covered his face, but that was the price you paid for not taking the time out to remove your dress. Next time, you told yourself.

And there would be a next time.

Soon enough the fireworks were becoming too much and you couldn’t help the full body twitches. “Keigo, please, too much.”

You managed to move up to your elbows so you could see a bit more of him, you couldn’t see his face still, but you could see his hips and how they were rutting into the bed, trying to get as much friction as they could.

He needed to cum, and who were you to take that away from him?

You decided you wanted to be the girl who gave it to him instead.

Reaching out you tugged at his hair, earning another groan before he nuzzled deeper into your cunt, causing you to let out a groan of your own.

“Keigo, please, I want kisses,” you tried to keep your tone sweet, but it was hard with how torn your throat had become from all the whining you’d done previously.

Still, your words had their desired effect and he finally released your oversensitive clit from his lips. Wasting no time, he raised up and crawled over you, pinning you back down on the bed and pressing his lips on yours.

You tasted yourself on him and you didn’t care, it just made you wetter, knowing that it was your taste on his tongue. Knowing it was your nectar he’d gotten drunk on.

Moving your hips slowly so you didn’t surprise him, you raised them up and stroked yourself against the crotch of his pants. He was even harder than before, which you thought was impossible. Beneath his clothes, his cock was stuck against his right leg, and when you rubbed against it, on instinct he met your thrusts.

You moved your head to the side, letting your lips trail up his jaw as you rubbed against him again, purposefully going slow, teasing him, unravelling his mind the same way he had done yours.

“Use me, Keigo.”

The whine that followed your words was absolutely pathetic, but he did as you asked, beginning to thrust harder, rubbing against your leg, using you to get the release he so desperately needed.

His head fell back into the crook of your neck, his favourite place. “Fuck,” he whimpered, moving faster and faster, unable to get enough. He never would, not until he felt your cunt wrapped around his cock.

“That’s it, good boy,” you praised, feeling him begin to press harder. “Cum for me.”

He seemed to get what you were doing and he quickly tried to take charge, his hand taking its place around your neck, the perfect collar. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, little bird?”

“You want my cum so badly don’t you? Want me to paint your insides?” Every word was interrupted by a harsh breath as he worked himself against you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head despite how hard he was trying to stay in control.

“Yeah, yes, I want it Keigo, please.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying, you just knew you needed him to cum and would say whatever you had to, to get him there.

He couldn’t last much longer, your heat against him tugging him over that edge. His hips continued to rut against you as he came again and again, filthying his pants for you.

All for you.

The two of you laid in the glow of what you’d just done for several moments. You were filthy, sweaty, out of breath, but vibrant with orgasmic bliss.

His full weight was on top of you and it still wasn’t enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer and he began to leave sweet kisses on the bruises he’d covered you in. Once he’d given tender love to each individual one, he finally rose up.

When he stood, you took in just how much of a perfect mess you’d made him into. His suit was crumpled and there was an obvious stain on his pants. His hair looked as messy as it usually did though.

He moved over to the drawers across from his bed, wordlessly opening it and beginning to dig through what was inside.

You began to realise it was over, and you had no idea what to do with yourself. Did you just go downstairs to your room? Was that it, just wait until the next date. Awkwardness began to mix in with your sweat, the smile on your face melting into a frown as you tried to figure out what was the best next set of actions.

Suddenly, your vision was covered by a fabric. Pulling it off your face, you realised it was one of Keigo’s shirts, and a pair of underwear followed, landing in your lap.

“You can go use the en suite to get cleaned up, I’ll use the bathroom down the hall,” Keigo said, turning to face you with a change of clothes for himself in his hands. “Then, we cuddle.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, as though the decision was already made, and you had no issue with that.

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Ruddigar's Surprise! (An Alchemy Bros Mother's Day Special!)

Intro: A bit late, but I made it! Before Midnight! So it's still Mother's Day! Whew! I hereby dedicate this story to Mother's Day! And a family of baby raccoons that are currently living in my Grandma's Garage. Oh, and just to clarify, this isn't chapter three for The Journey's Just Begun. It's more of a bonus story if you will. Still in the same universe, but not to important to the story. Also you get to see Jacky flexing a little bit of his Spanish toward the end. I always headcannoned him as latin. Make sure to tell you mom or mother figure you love her! God bless! 💐🌹🌺🌷(P.S. As usual, not Varigo. Please don't tag as such. Thanks!🫶) EDIT: Per usual, I fixed my grammar and wording. LOL!🤣 This is becoming a habit!

Summary: Varian and his siblings are getting a surprise ready for Ulla's first mother's day. But after Ruddigar returns from being missing for a week, they discover they won't be the only one in their family celebrating this year.

Trigger Warnings: None!

Varian pulled Quirin's large cook book off the shelf in the kitchen and lugged it over to the counter. He plopped it down and began to flip through it. He was on the hunt for something special. Today was Mother's Day and him and his siblings had decided to give Ulla a special surprise for it. It would be her first Mother's Day outside of the library and they had planned to make her favorite dessert. Varian kept flipping through the book until he found it. The recipe for Pumpkin Pie his dad had written himself. "Hey! I found it Hugo!" he said out loud.

"Found what?" shouted back Hugo.

"The recipe for mom's Mother's Day surprise! Come here and see!"

Hugo walked into the kitchen. He was eating an apple and holding an Oliver Twine book.

"Is that it?" he said between bite of his apple.

"Yep! This is the same recipe for pumpkin pie my mom told me about! Dad made it for her when they were dating." Hugo came over and looked at the recipe. It did sound delicious.

"Anything that good tasting would win anyone over." said Hugo with a chuckle. Varian laughed. "Yeah. We have to make sure we make it just right."

"But how do we keep mom from finding out?" asked Hugo.

"Easy! Xavier is helping mom set up her own Alchemy Shop at the capital and she's gonna be there almost all day. That will give us time to get everything ready."

"Sounds like you have everything planned out." Hugo tried to toss his apple core into the trash can. But it missed and landed on the floor. "Whoops." Hugo went to pick it up and throw it away.

"If Ruddigar had been here, he probably would've have grabbed that before me."

"Oh, yeah." said Varian. Varian had been worried about Ruddigar. Lately he'd been disappearing for a few days. He would always leave at night and then come back like nothing happened. Varian had tried to figure out what was wrong. Was he not getting enough attention? Was he not getting enough apple slices to satisfy him? Varian couldn't figure it out. And now he'd been missing for almost a week!

"Have you seen Ruddigar?" asked Hugo. He was just as concerned as Varian for the pet's safety.

"No." Said Varian sadly. "He's a wild animal so he should be okay. But I don't know why he did this. It's not like him."

"Not like who?"

Varian looked up at Belle, who had just entered the kitchen. "Ruddigar. He's still gone." answered Varian.

"Still? That's just weird." she said.

"He still gone?!" exclaimed Jacky as he walked in next. "Have you guys looked for him?"

"I did. But he wasn't anywhere on the farm." said Varian. "But let's not focus on that right now. Right now we need to get-"

"Hi kids!"

"AAAAAAAAH!" Varian yelled and whirled around! The rest also turned around and gasped! Ulla was standing right there! "Mom! H - Hi!" stuttered Varian as he shut the cook book and slid it behind his back. "H - How you doing?"

"Dear? Are you in here?" said Quirin as he peeked into the kitchen.

"Geez! Why is everyone walking into the kitchen all of a sudden." thought Hugo.

"I just wanted to tell you kids that Quirin is taking me into town to meet up with Xavier. I'll be back tonight."

"Okay! Sounds good!" said Varian anxiously. Ulla couldn't help but notice Varian's nervous grin and the way Hugo was hiding behind his book. Even Belle and Jacky were acting suspicious. Jacky was standing looking at the wall for no reason and humming to himself. And Belle was for some strange reason looking through an empty cabinet!

"Are you all okay?"

"Just fine!" said Varian.

"Yeah! We're good!" added Jacky. "Isn't that right Hugo?"

Hugo nodded but kept his face hidden behind the book.

"See? Fine!"

Ulla didn't look convinced. But she shrugged and walked out of the kitchen and past Quirin. "I'll meet you outside honey." she said.

"Of course Dear." said Quirin with a knowing smile. Once Ulla was out the door, everyone relaxed and went back to their normal positions. Quirin turned to the siblings. "Do you have everything you need?" he asked.

Varian gave a thumbs up. "Yep! Mom's surprise is a go!"

"Excellent. Then we'll see you tonight." said Quirin as he began to leave.

"Alright Bye!" said Varian. The front door shut with a click. All four siblings sighed with relief.

"That was close!" said Belle.

"Okay! We need to get to work." said Varian as he reopened the cook book. "We need to get the ingredients AND we need to get our presents ready. Jacky, you can help me in the kitchen. Hugo and Belle, you're on present duty."

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It was almost nighttime. And everything was ready for the surprise. Belle and Hugo had everyone's gifts wrapped and waiting in the living room. And the pie had been baked and was waiting patiently in the oven. They had even managed to snag a Happy Mother's Day banner to put up. Rapunzel had helped them make it a few days ago. Raps had done some of her best painting handy work on it. And it was beautiful. The siblings were just doing some last minute cleaning up for the surprise. They had to hurry though. Quirin and Ulla would be home any second. Varian walked out of the kitchen and plopped down on the couch was a sigh. He was tired but happy. Hugo entered the living room too and sat down next to Varian.

"Well, we got the kitchen cleaned up." Hugo said. "Good thing too. When that bag of flour broke the kitchen looked like Galcrest in winter."

Varian laughed. "I told Jacky not to pick up the bag of flour like that."

Suddenly.... Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!

Hugo and Varian looked at each other. Then at the front door. Scratch!Scratch!Scratch! It came again.

"Is that... Is that them?" asked Hugo confused. "I don't think so." said Varian. Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!

Belle poked he head into the living room. "What's that sound? Are they here?"

Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!-

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!" said Varian as he got up off the couch. He opened the front door and looked around. The sun had fallen behind the mountains by now and it was very dark. He couldn't see anyone on the porch or anywhere really. Suddenly he heard a familiar chitter. Varian gasped and looked down at his feet. Ruddigar was there tapping his foot and looking quite annoyed for Varian not coming sooner.

"RUDDIGAR! You're okay!" exclaimed Varian! He picked him up and hugged him. "Guys! Ruddigar is home!" he shouted excitedly!

"He is!?" exclaimed Belle and Hugo simultaneously!

"Jacky! Get in here! Ruddigar's back!" shouted Hugo!

Jacky ran into the living room! He was holding the cookie jar and eating some cookies! "Huh?! Really?!" Jacky said between mouthful of cookie.

"Jacky!" said Hugo. "What are you doing?!"

"What?! There's a whole pie in there I can't eat! I got impatient!"

Belle took the cookie jar and put it on the table. "No more cookies. Now come on!" She took him by the hand and led him along toward the door. Hugo was close behind. They ran out the door. Varian was outside holding the raccoon. "See? He's fine!" said Varian cheerfully. Ruddigar got many pets and praises for coming home to them.

"I hope you satisfied mister." said Hugo in a mock offended tone. "Don't you go wandering off like that ever again." They all walked back inside and Jacky had just closed the door when - Scratch! Scratch!Scratch! Jacky looked at the door confused. Then shrugged and began walking away again. Scratch!Scratch!

Jacky stopped and looked at the door again. Then at Ruddigar with Varian in the living room. If he was there... Then what was that scratch? Jacky opened the door again and peeked outside.

"Hello?" said Jacky cautiously. He looked down at his feet. A tiny racoon kit was looking up at him. Jacky had to do double take! He looked back at living room. Ruddigar was indeed there, laying on the couch next to Varian. He looked back outside. Another kit had joined the first! "Wha?!" yelped Jacky.

"What's the matter Jacky? Is mom and dad home?" said Hugo.

"Uh, no. There's - HUH?!" Now there was a third kit was sitting in front of him! Then a fourth came forward! And then a fifth! "One. Two. Three. Four. Five?" counted Jacky. "Five mini Ruddigar's?!"

Varian walked up to Jacky. "Jacky? You've been standing there for while. What's up?" Jacky pointed down at the porch. Varian looked and his eyes grew wide.

"What?! How?"

Suddenly, from the darkness, a another racoon came forward. It appeared to be a female. She was just a bit smaller than Ruddigar and had lighter fluffier fur. She positioned herself between Jacky and the kits. She then stared up at Jacky and Varian and glared. Jacky and Varian looked at each other. Then at Ruddigar on the couch.

"He has some explaining to do." said Varian.

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Ruddigar was snoozing on the couch as peaceful as can be. When all of a sudden...

"Ruddigar?"

Ruddigar woke up with a snort and looked toward the voice. He saw Varian holding three racoon kits and Hugo was gently holding his apparent mate. Jacky and Belle were seated on some nearby arm chairs, each holding a kit of their own. None of the siblings looked very pleased.

"Ruddigar?" Varian repeated. "Please explain." Ruddigar jumped up and looked bewildered at the kits. His face just screamed "I told you to wait outside!" He then looked at Varian with a sheepish grin.

Varian smacked his forehead and sighed. "Okay. Let me get this straight. You left for nights on end and then just disappeared out of nowhere, to have babies? I mean I'm not surprised. But buddy, you were holding out on us."

Ruddigar began to pace back and forth chittering and gesturing as he argued why he was completely valid. The siblings watched as the exasperated racoon with amusement. They were trying desperately to keep a straight face, but really none of them were mad at Ruddigar. Hugo tried so hard to hold in his laughter. But he couldn't and broke out laughing. The rest followed suit. Even Varian. Ruddigar realized he wasn't getting anywhere and just sat on the couch grumpily. Varian put down the kits and picked up the grouchy raccoon. "What am I going to do with you?" said Varian.

"You know, mom and dad are going to be home any second. We need to find a place to put them." said Belle. Just then, there was knock at the door! Everyone gasped! Even Ruddigar. "QUICK! Put them all in my lab!" said Varian! Hugo went to get the door while the rest herded the racoon family into Varian's lab! Hugo let Ulla and Quirin inside.

"Hi! Welcome back!" he said. "Hi!" said Ulla. She gave him a big hug while Quirin closed the door behind them. "Did everything go alright today?"

"Yeah! Everything went great!" said Ulla.

Clank! Hugo froze. Ulla and Quirin looked at the living room entrance in surprise. The clank was followed by what sounded like a shout from Belle! "What was that?" ask Quirin.

"Uh! Nothing!" said Hugo! "I'll be right back! Don't come in yet!" Hugo scampered off toward the living room. Ulla and Quirin looked at each other confused. They heard a few more exclamations and sounds of things being moved around. And maybe racoons chittering? Then all got quiet. "Okay! Come on in!" shouted Hugo! Ulla looked toward Quirin for answers, but he just smiled and took her hand. "You might want to close your eyes for a moment." Ulla didn't know what was going on for sure, but she shut her eyes. Quirin guided her into the living room. "Okay. Open your eyes." said Quirin. Ulla opened her eyes. "Surprise! Happy Mother's Day" shouted everyone! Ulla gasped as her eyes fell on the beautiful banner hanging up above.

"Oh my gosh! Mother's Day?! I can believe it! Thank you!" Varian, Hugo, Jacky and Belle all ran up to Ulla and surrounded her in a big group hug. Quirin joined in as well. "We wanted to surprise with something special." said Belle.

"Yeah! Your like, the only mom me, Hugo, and Belle have ever had! So we wanted to make everything perfect for you!" said Jacky.

"I completely forgot about Mother's Day!" said Ulla. "I was locked in that library so long, I guess I forgot when it even was. Thank you all so much! I love you guys!"

"We love you too mom." said Varian nestling deeper in the hug.

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After dinner, the family had some of the pie. It was delicious. Ulla commented it was exactly like how she had it when she was younger. Just right! After all that, they family had gathered in the living room and given Ulla their presents. Varian had given her a new journal to replace her old one. That way she could record their new adventures. And Belle gave her a leather crafted bag she had made. It had images of flowers stitched onto it and was quite beautiful. Jacky gave her a bird call he carved. He didn't know what bird it called, but it sounded nice. Hugo was especially bashful about giving his gift. He was nervous she wouldn't like it. It was painting he had made of some of her favorite flowers. Rapunzel had helped him make it when he happened to walk in on one of her painting classes. Ulla assured him that she loved it and that she would put it up in her shop when it opened. Quirin gave her an emerald necklace. Green happened to be her favorite color and he remembered that when he saw it in a shop at the capital. After all this, the family was relaxing by the fireplace, enjoying the tranquility. Ulla had even taken to writing in her new journal.

"Everything went great." thought Varian. He was leaning up against Hugo on the couch. Hugo meanwhile had picked up his Oliver Twine book again and was quietly reading. "We did good today. Huh Goggles?" said Hugo.

"Yep." Varian stretched his arms out. "A successful mission in my book." However, they had forgotten one thing. Actually, seven little furry things. The basement door creaked opened and tiny black nose poked out and sniffed the air. It caught a whiff of the empty pie tin. There were still some tasty crumbs left there. First one racoon baby walked out. Then two. Jacky, who was busy polishing his flute, briefly looked up from his work and spotted the escapees! He almost dropped his flute his shock.

"Psst!" he whispered frantically. Hugo and Varian looked at him. Jacky motioned anxiously at the kits. Now the next three had come out and we're making a bee line for the pie tin on a nearby table. Hugo and Varian both gasped. Varian was so shocked he fell off the couch! Ulla looked up from her journaling in surprise. "Oh! Are you okay honey?" she asked worriedly. Varian scrambled back onto the couch and tried to look normal.

"Of course!" Just then, everyone heard tiny high pitched chittering coming from behind them. Everyone looked curiously. The piece tin seemed to be hanging on the edge of the table. As if pulled by some mysterious force. It was pulled down and clanged to the floor. The loud sound sent one kit running right out from under the table and smack into Quirin's leg! "Oh no." said Quirin.

Varian jumped up. "I can explain!" But before he could, all the kits dog piled on him and knocked him clear off his feet! "Ack! Guys! Not now!"

"Awwwww!" said Ulla! And she picked one of them up. "Where did you come from sweetie?"

Varian stood up with the baby raccoons still clinging to him. "Dad I'm sorry! Ruddigar came home with them and I didn't know what to do-"

Quirin sighed and chuckled. "It's alright Varian. But I think Ruddigar may have some explaining to do." he said, looking at the raccoon, who had just came out of the basement with his mate. After this was all cleared up, the family got to know Ruddigar's new family. There were four boys and one girl. The girl happened to be the one that ran into Quirin. Quirin said the racoons could stay, but not inside. One raccoon inside was enough. They could have the nice tree that was up against the side of the house. It had a cozy hollow high in it's branches that would be perfect. All that was left to do was to name them. Varian, Jacky, Hugo, and Belle had taken them upstairs and were playing with them in Hugo's and Varian's room before bedtime.

"I think the mom should be named Ruby." suggested Belle. "It starts with "R" just like Ruddigar."

"Perfect" said Varian. "Now we just need to name the kits." Varian had three of the kits in his lap. And the other two were in Hugo's. "How about Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and Mo." said Hugo.

"Noooooooooo. We're not doing that." laughed Varian. "Why not?" asked Belle. Varian reconsidered. "Well, I guess it could work. But what about the fifth one?"

"Pumpkin." said Jacky.

"Pumpkin?" said the rest.

"Sure! Like the pie we had! It's a perfect girl's name!"

"Pumpkin." Varian repeated. "That sounds cute. Let's go with that."

"Bedtime kids!" shouted up Ulla. "Make sure you put those raccoons in their new home before you go to bed!"

"Okay!" shouted back Varian. Belle got up and stretched. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Me too!" said Jacky as he jumped up and followed Belle out of the bedroom. "Buenas noches dudes."

"Goodnight Belle. Goodnight Jacky." said Varian as the two left for their own rooms. Varian then went downstairs with the little raccoon family and opened the back door. The tree was standing a few feet away. "Alright guys. Get some sleep." said Varian as he put them down. The kits scampered toward the tree excitedly. Ruby lagged behind to give Ruddigar a quick nose rub before following her kits to the tree. When Varian and Ruddigar returned to the bedroom, Hugo and Ulla were watching the racoons out the window. "Hey, check this out Varian." said Hugo. Varian walked over to the window and looked out. Six pairs of shiny eyes were staring back at them from the tree. "Wow. That pretty cool!" said Varian.

"Alright." said Ulla as she closed the window. "Time for bed." Hugo and Varian got under the covers. "Night mom." said a very sleepy Hugo. "Goodnight dear." said Ulla as she planted a kiss on his forehead. Hugo blushed and nestled deeper under the covers. Ruddigar was so tired, he fell asleep on the floor. Ulla picked him up and places him gently in his special basket bed and covered him with a small blanket. Ulla came over to Varian next. "And goodnight to you Varian." she said as she pulled the covers around him more. "Goodnight. Oh! And mom?" said Varian as he sat up. "Happy Mother's Day." Ulla smiled and hugged him tight.

"Thank you Varian." she said.

The End

And Happy Mother's Day Y'all!

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There are certain principles in any type of business that will help you achieve success. Understanding how a particular business operates will help you succeed with any product or idea, and this is definitely true with online marketing and traffic generation. In tourist tips , read up on the latest article marketing tips to learn how to construct a successful campaign. Include a blog as part of your internet marketing strategy. Writing blog articles gives you the opportunity to write useful information about your business that people may want to link to on their own website. Advice or tips are great things to put in a blog. A well written article educates potential clients about your product or service and drives them to your main website. With there being so many different people on-line, you want to make sure that your advertisements are being viewed by the correct target audience. If your company sells women's purses, it would not be very beneficial or profitable to market your product on a men's health site. Being aware of your target audience could mean the difference between steady sales and slow business. The main reason people are going to read your articles is to find out information. So pack as much information as you can into your article. Try and give them everything they're looking for in one place. If you become a reliable source of information, they'll come back to you. Find a unique and clever way to make your article promotional. Readers love it when a writer tries something new and interesting. They are used to seeing the product description/review/buy it here format. If you can figure out a different way to promote your product, readers will flock in, and usually buy. Be sure to spell check your articles and then read them yourself, to be sure that everything is spelled correctly and the right words have been used. Spellcheckers don't know what word you intended. You may have entirely the wrong word in place, albeit perfectly spelled. Check your grammar. If you are not a grammarian, use simpler sentence structure. When trying to market your articles, make sure that they are of a reasonable length so that search engines can find them much easier. Try to keep your articles' word counts down to 500, or at most, 700 words. more than that will dissuade a lot of readers because they will consider it too long. Introductions and conclusions are very important in an article. You want to introduce a reader to the content below in a general way, making the reader feel as if any subject within will relate to them. And then you want to close by briefly summarizing what the article touched on and adding your last call to action. Unless websites delete your articles, they'll remain there and can be used to drive traffic to your website. It's possible to use these articles to cross-promote other articles you've written to really expand your readership. Try to keep your number of article submissions down to about three to five good article directories. It's better to use spun articles for these too. You don't need hundreds of copies of your articles placed into hundreds of directories. Try to pick a few good ones, spin your articles, and submit them to those few directories. Write with your own personal style, and make it memorable. If your area of expertise or niche in a market is a hot topic, it is vitally important that your content stands out from your competitors'. It takes a little extra time and effort, but the dividends you enjoy in more readers and higher site traffic are well worth it. Make sure articles are properly formatted. You have to check with the service you're submitting to to ensure their formatting is in place. This will give you the correct information as to where to insert your links. Putting together a successful article marketing campaign doesn't have to be difficult if you know how to approach it. As long as you're following some great information like what's presented here, you should have no trouble at all making some great money and ultimately owning a legitimate and profitable business via the internet.

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this may be a silly question but. what does an editor Do. I ask b/c I might need that service but don't even know I need that service.... hope this doesn't come across rude I'm just genuinely curious

Not silly or rude!! it's a fair question cause there are a bunch of different kinds of editors.

Basically, if you're working on something, (written work in my case but there are like video editors and audio editors and all that too,) you can send it to an editor and they'll help you get it ready for Whatever You Want To Use It For.

.....this got long lmao so i'm putting the rest under a cut ig

I'm very freelance (bc i'm disabled and don't have a degree 🥴) so i take whatever projects come my way, which atm means a lot of Masters and PhD level dissertations/theses, because my mom works for a university that has a lot of international and first-higher-education-degree students but DOESN'T HAVE A WRITING CENTER for some reason, so I'm usually like half editor half writing coach. Which is to say, an editor for a publishing house probably does much different work than I do and tbh I don't know Anything about what they do lol.

but how *my* job works is:

you send me a draft of your project.

I learn as much as i can about the end destination and audience of your project.

(this is a lot easier if you're writing, like, a Memoir or a Pamphlet For An Art Show, and a lot harder if I have to Read The Chicago Style Manual) (Chicago Style is probably fine but their style manual is fucking wack and i stand by that)

I read your project and i mark anything that is either a.) unclear or b.) Against The Rules Of Your Intended Destination

So like, if you're writing a masters thesis, I'm strict with grammar and with formatting. The style your institution is using probably has rules about whether you can use first person, and when you use italics, and whether your citations go in a bibliography or in footnotes or w/e.

If you're writing a Novel, I can be a lot looser with the rules and just look for: is this effective? what is this line Doing? is it doing it well? Does What It's Doing Actually Need To Be Done Right Now?

(editing fiction/creative nonfiction is WAY more fun but i don't get to do it very often. sigh)

I put my suggestions in the document you've sent me, with Track Changes on so you can see everything I've changed. I add comments to the doc wherever I think they're necessary/helpful.

I send the doc with my edits back to you

You (hopefully) read through and decide whether each edit makes sense to you. (this is the most important step, honestly)

If they make sense and you're happy with the resulting draft, my job is done and we shake hands and depart as friends.

If you have questions, or the edits require extensive rewrites, we ideally meet over zoom or w/e and I explain my suggestions to you, and we figure out how to Make The Words Do What You Want Them To Do. You send the doc to me again and I do as much of a second pass as you want/Will Pay Me For.

It's worth noting that there are different *levels* of editing, too. I've done jobs where I'm just checking grammar, or where I'm just checking formatting; I've also done jobs where I meet with the author and we basically write the piece together (which is really fun, actually, I like sitting down and asking, like, "okay, what are you trying to say," and figuring out how to help YOU figure out how YOU want to say it. it's like detective work :3 or therapy possibly). Those all take different levels of time and energy, so for student papers I end up with a lot of, like, "this could really use a thorough content edit/rewrite but it's Due In A Week so we're gonna make sure everything's spelled write and the footnotes are formatted correctly." (which i HATE doing btw, it's a perfectly reasonable thing to do but it Hurts My Brain bc it feels like I'm not Doing My Best which is Hell.)

anyway, the tl;dr is: editors take writing and suggest changes that will make it Perform Its Intended Function Better. the actual act of editing takes a lot of work, and often a degree of background research, too. tip your editors, is what i'm saying.

#editing #writing community #I Guess idk #again: my disabled non-degree-holding ass is just doing my best and learning on the job for a lot of this lmao #this was fun writing though :3 and a good break from my current editing job lmao #so thanks for the ask!!!! mwah #also disclaimer i have Not Edited This Post lmao. thats my job i aint gonna do it for free

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pehrsonqvist6 · 2 years

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The Best Tips For Effective Article Marketing!

There are certain principles in any type of business that will help you achieve success. Understanding how a particular business operates will help you succeed with any product or idea, and this is definitely true with online marketing and traffic generation. In this article, read up on the latest article marketing tips to learn how to construct a successful campaign. Include a blog as part of your internet marketing strategy. Writing blog articles gives you the opportunity to write useful information about your business that people may want to link to on their own website. Advice or tips are great things to put in a blog. A well written article educates potential clients about your product or service and drives them to your main website. With there being so many different people on-line, you want to make sure that your advertisements are being viewed by the correct target audience. If your company sells women's purses, it would not be very beneficial or profitable to market your product on a men's health site. Being aware of your target audience could mean the difference between steady sales and slow business. The main reason people are going to read your articles is to find out information. So pack as much information as you can into your article. Try and give them everything they're looking for in one place. If you become a reliable source of information, they'll come back to you. Find a unique and clever way to make your article promotional. Readers love it when a writer tries something new and interesting. They are used to seeing the product description/review/buy it here format. If you can figure out a different way to promote your product, readers will flock in, and usually buy. Be sure to spell check your articles and then read them yourself, to be sure that everything is spelled correctly and the right words have been used. Spellcheckers don't know what word you intended. You may have entirely the wrong word in place, albeit perfectly spelled. Check your grammar. If you are not a grammarian, use simpler sentence structure. When trying to market your articles, make sure that they are of a reasonable length so that search engines can find them much easier. Try to keep your articles' word counts down to 500, or at most, 700 words. more than that will dissuade a lot of readers because they will consider it too long. Introductions and conclusions are very important in an article. You want to introduce a reader to the content below in a general way, making the reader feel as if any subject within will relate to them. And then See Page want to close by briefly summarizing what the article touched on and adding your last call to action. Unless websites delete your articles, they'll remain there and can be used to drive traffic to your website. It's possible to use these articles to cross-promote other articles you've written to really expand your readership. Try to keep your number of article submissions down to about three to five good article directories. It's better to use spun articles for these too. You don't need hundreds of copies of your articles placed into hundreds of directories. Try to pick a few good ones, spin your articles, and submit them to those few directories. Write with your own personal style, and make it memorable. If your area of expertise or niche in a market is a hot topic, it is vitally important that your content stands out from your competitors'. It takes a little extra time and effort, but the dividends you enjoy in more readers and higher site traffic are well worth it. Make sure articles are properly formatted. You have to check with the service you're submitting to to ensure their formatting is in place. This will give you the correct information as to where to insert your links. Putting together a successful article marketing campaign doesn't have to be difficult if you know how to approach it. As long as you're following some great information like what's presented here, you should have no trouble at all making some great money and ultimately owning a legitimate and profitable business via the internet.

#Official Source

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The Best Tips For Effective Article Marketing!

There are how to start an llc in any type of business that will help you achieve success. Understanding how a particular business operates will help you succeed with any product or idea, and this is definitely true with online marketing and traffic generation. In this article, read up on the latest article marketing tips to learn how to construct a successful campaign. Include a blog as part of your internet marketing strategy. Writing blog articles gives you the opportunity to write useful information about your business that people may want to link to on their own website. Advice or tips are great things to put in a blog. A well written article educates potential clients about your product or service and drives them to your main website. With there being so many different people on-line, you want to make sure that your advertisements are being viewed by the correct target audience. If your company sells women's purses, it would not be very beneficial or profitable to market your product on a men's health site. Being aware of your target audience could mean the difference between steady sales and slow business. The main reason people are going to read your articles is to find out information. So pack as much information as you can into your article. Try and give them everything they're looking for in one place. If you become a reliable source of information, they'll come back to you. Find a unique and clever way to make your article promotional. Readers love it when a writer tries something new and interesting. They are used to seeing the product description/review/buy it here format. If you can figure out a different way to promote your product, readers will flock in, and usually buy. Be sure to spell check your articles and then read them yourself, to be sure that everything is spelled correctly and the right words have been used. Spellcheckers don't know what word you intended. You may have entirely the wrong word in place, albeit perfectly spelled. Check your grammar. If you are not a grammarian, use simpler sentence structure. When trying to market your articles, make sure that they are of a reasonable length so that search engines can find them much easier. Try to keep your articles' word counts down to 500, or at most, 700 words. more than that will dissuade a lot of readers because they will consider it too long. Introductions and conclusions are very important in an article. You want to introduce a reader to the content below in a general way, making the reader feel as if any subject within will relate to them. And then you want to close by briefly summarizing what the article touched on and adding your last call to action. Unless websites delete your articles, they'll remain there and can be used to drive traffic to your website. It's possible to use these articles to cross-promote other articles you've written to really expand your readership. Try to keep your number of article submissions down to about three to five good article directories. It's better to use spun articles for these too. You don't need hundreds of copies of your articles placed into hundreds of directories. Try to pick a few good ones, spin your articles, and submit them to those few directories. Write with your own personal style, and make it memorable. If your area of expertise or niche in a market is a hot topic, it is vitally important that your content stands out from your competitors'. It takes a little extra time and effort, but the dividends you enjoy in more readers and higher site traffic are well worth it. Make sure articles are properly formatted. You have to check with the service you're submitting to to ensure their formatting is in place. This will give you the correct information as to where to insert your links. Putting together a successful article marketing campaign doesn't have to be difficult if you know how to approach it. As long as you're following some great information like what's presented here, you should have no trouble at all making some great money and ultimately owning a legitimate and profitable business via the internet.

#how to start an llc

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The Lost Child - Chapter 6 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Kidnapping/Death, Characters Being Attacked/Shot At, Fighting, Mentions of Injuries and Wounds, Character Being Carried, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.3k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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It's currently 3:00 PM and Y/N is out on an afternoon jog in the woods. She’s usually at work at this time, but today she has the day off. She decided to use her free time to try and get her mind off the Deadpool. It’s been a few days since she found out about it and it just can’t seem to leave her mind.

Her music is blaring in her ears as she runs deeper into the woods. There is a slight breeze in the air that cools her warm skin. The sun peeks through the treetops, lighting up the forest. She is oblivious to her surroundings as she tries to get away from her thoughts.

As she attempts to focus on her breath, she doesn’t notice the other oblivious figure swinging from tree to tree. She tumbles to the ground as another body collides with hers.

“What the fuck?” Y/N groans out.

Peter runs over to Y/N’s crumbled body, “I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t mean to run into you! Sorry!”

“You’re fine,” she replies, wincing as she sits up from her position on the ground, “I wasn’t really paying attention either.” She looks around for her earphones that fell out during the collision.

“I still should’ve been paying attention,” Peter tries to look for any injuries he might have given her, “I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

“Please, take a breath,” she continues looking for her earphones, “I’m fine. Nothing’s broken or anything.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we should take you just in case?”

“I’m fine!” Y/N slowly stands up from the ground, “I am a nurse. I think I would know if I wasn’t okay.”

“Right, right.” Peter looks her over for injuries once again, “I’m just making sure. I promise I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“And I promise I didn’t mean to run in front of you,” she smiles at him.

“What are you doing out here?”

She starts to wipe the grass and leaves off her clothes, “Well, my brother’s with his friends, and my boyfriend’s at work so I decided to go for a jog. Clearly, I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. What are you doing?”

“My leg finally healed up,” he points to his previously injured leg, “so I decided to get away from my overbearing family and swing around in the forest. Oh my God, please don’t tell anyone that you saw me doing that.”

“You know I already figured out that you're Spiderman?”

“What, me? No…”

“You do realize that when I fixed your leg, you told me that it would only take a few days for your leg to heal and you admitted to having advanced healing? I even said I was used to dealing with unusual patients and you never corrected me. You also never corrected me when I called you an Avenger. Plus, basically, everyone knows. You just haven’t publicly confirmed anything,” she states.

“I, um, I… okay, I am Spiderman. Please don’t tell anyone!”

“Your secret is safe with me.” she pretends to zip her lips shut, “So why are you and your family in Beacon Hills? This seems like a bit of a random place to be for a bunch of superheroes.”

“We have a lake house that’s just right outside of town. We haven’t been here in years, but we decided we needed a much-needed break.” Peter answers.

“Why haven’t you been here in years? Is it because saving the world can get busy?”

Peter turns his eyes towards the ground, “Oh, um, we–”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Y/N interrupts, noticing his uneasiness at the question.

“No, um, it’s okay.” Peter takes a deep breath, “We haven’t been here since my sister was taken. She loved the lake house and my family was never able to revisit it until now.”

“Oh,” Y/N looks at him with an apologetic look in her eyes, “I’m sorry for asking. I figured it was because you were too busy or it was just one of twenty lake houses you own.”

Peter laughs a little at her comment, “Surprisingly, this is the only lake house we own. Multiple beach houses, yes. Multiple lake houses, no.”

“Damn, and I don’t even own one house.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t own any either. They are all owned by my dad.”

“I’m sure they’ll all be yours one day. I bet your dad will give you one for your 21st birthday,” Y/N teases him.

“How do you know I’m not already twenty-one?” Peter teases back.

“I’m really good at guessing people’s ages.” she smirks at him, “Plus, it was in your paperwork when I worked on your leg.”

“Oh, so I’m so memorable that you even remember how old I am?” Peter smirks back at her.

“You definitely weren’t the most unusual patient I’ve ever had, but you were the first person I had to remove splinters from their leg.”

As Peter starts to laugh, his spidey senses start to tingle. He knows they aren’t going off because of her, but he can’t seem to understand what has them on edge. He looks around at their surroundings in hopes of seeing what could be the danger they sense.

Y/N looks at Peter’s uneasiness as he looks around the forest. She closes her eyes and tries to focus on her hearing to see if she can hear something. As she reopens her eyes, she notices a red dot appear on Peter’s chest.

“Get down!” She tackles Peter to the ground as a shot is fired. The bullet barely misses them.

“What the hell was that?” Peter yells.

“Hunters! Now run before you take a bullet to the head!” They jump up from the ground and start to run deeper into the forest as more hunters start to fire at him. They quickly jump behind two large trees to hide from the bullets.

“Why are hunters shooting at us? Aren’t they supposed to shoot at other things?” Peter yells over to her.

“These are different kinds of hunters!” she yells back to him, bullets flying past her.

“What kind of hunters are they?”

“The kind that are currently shooting at us!” Peter rolls his eyes at her answer.

“Okay, you stay here and I’ll take them out!” Peter calls out to her, his spidey senses screaming at him to protect her.

“Are you stupid?” she looks at him with an incredulous look, “There are at least a dozen hunters shooting at us and you think you can take them by yourself? Do you even have your suit with you?”

“Um,” Peter looks down at his body, “no!”

“So, your plan is to just dodge the bullets and hope none of them hit you?”

“Do you have a better plan?”

“Yes, it’s called you let me deal with them!”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

Y/N bends down and places her hand over the tree’s shadow. Peter watches in shock as the shadow seems to morph itself into a bow.

“What the fuck?” Peter watches as she makes the remainder of the shadow morph itself into arrows. She places one of the arrows into the bow before firing at one of the hunters. She presses herself back into the tree as the arrow lodges itself into the hunter’s right shoulder. “How did you do that?”

“Talent,” she responds as she shoots off the remaining seven arrows, each one burying itself into a different hunter.

“I am so confused,” Peter murmurs to himself as she drops the bow onto the ground.

“Do you know how to use a gun?” she asks him, bullets still being fired at them.

“My uncle taught me how to use them!”

“Great! Web a gun over to you!” Peter webs the closest gun over to him. He checks to see that it still has most of the bullets in it.

“Even though they are shooting at us, I don’t know if I’m comfortable killing people!” Peter yells, looking down at the gun in his hand.

“Then don’t kill them! Just make sure they don’t kill you!”

“Do I need to get you one?”

“No, I have my own weapons.” she turns to him and flicks out her long claws, and flashes him her bright blue beta eyes, “Now, just back me up and let's take down the rest of them.”

Peter watches as she runs out from behind the tree she was standing behind. She runs up to the closest hunter, who was switching out his bullets, and grabs his gun before throwing him into two other hunters. With their attention on her, Peter shoots the hunter closest to him in the kneecaps.

Y/N elbows a hunter in the face before squatting down and slicing through his achilles with her claws. He falls to the ground, clutching at his ankle. She notices Peter shooting at a few of the other hunters and webbing them to the ground.

“Behind you!” Peter yells at her.

She turns around to see a hunter charging at her with a knife. The blade misses her by a few centimeters as he attempts to bring it down into her chest. Her claws rip through his arm before she stabs his own knife into his leg. As he falls to the ground, a web flies past her, pinning him to the forest floor.

“Thank you!”

She looks around her to see that every hunter is currently pinned to the ground with Peter’s spiderwebs. He even webbed the hunters she had shot with the arrows.

“Now that no one is shooting at us,” Peter starts as he walks over to Y/N, “I have so many questions.”

“About what?” she asks, playing dumb. Her werewolf claws and eyes no longer showing.

“Firstly, where the hell did the bow and arrows come from?” he questions, pointing over to the tree she was once standing behind, “Did you pull them out of the earth or did you make them with air? I-I don’t understand.”

She chuckles at his behavior, “I made them from the tree’s shadow.”

“How?!” Peter yells, waving his hands around in confusion.

“Can you put down the gun, please?” she asks, looking warily at the gun in his hand.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, throwing the gun onto the ground, “Now, how were you able to do that?”

“I’ll be honest, I have no idea. I’ve just always had these abilities. I was adopted when I was about 5 and I don’t remember anything before that.” she states.

“Okay, then what about the claws and the thing you did with your eyes,” he asks, pointing to his own eyes.

“I’m, uh, I’m kinda a werewolf,” she nervously looks down at her hands.

“A what?” he looks at her skeptically.

“I’m a werewolf,” she flashes her eyes at him to reiterate her point.

“That’s not possible,” he mumbles in shock, staring at her beta eyes.

“You have an uncle who turns into a giant green thing and an uncle who’s a God from another planet, but me being a werewolf isn’t possible?” she gives him an unimpressed look.

He laughs a little at himself, “I guess you’re right. I thought werewolves only turned on a full moon?”

“We can involuntarily turn on a full moon, but the majority of us have our transformation under control so that we don’t,” she informs him. “We mostly just partially transform and we can do that without the full moon because of reasons my boyfriend has told me, but I wasn’t listening because he was shirtless and had on a fantastic pair of gray sweatpants.”

He rolls his eyes at her statement, “If you’re a werewolf, why do your eyes shine blue? They look like they belong to a mermaid, not a werewolf.”

“I’m a beta,” she states.

“Okay?” he was still confused about her eyes.

“Alpha’s eyes glow red. Beta’s and omega’s eyes glow either a blue or a golden color,” she flashes her eyes at him again.

“What’s the difference between blue and golden eyes?”

“Oh, um,” as she contemplates what to tell him, a shot rings out from behind Peter. She immediately grabs the gun Peter discarded earlier as Peter ducks to the ground. She sees the remaining gunman hiding behind a tree and shoots him down as he attempts to fire at them again. She looks down at Peter, “Are you okay?”

He checks his body for a possible shot wound, “I’m okay.”

She looks down at her right leg to see blood dripping from it, “I think I know where his bullet went.”

“Now we definitely have to get you to the hospital,” Peter starts to panic looking at her wound.

“No. Give me your shirt.” Peter takes off his shirt with no hesitation and hands it to her. She rips it in half before tying it tightly above the bullet wound. “We have to go to Deaton. He’ll know what to do.”

Peter watches as her face seems to drain of color, “Who’s Deaton? Are you sure we shouldn’t take you to the hospital?”

“He’s a veterinarian and he knows how to deal with this stuff,” she states as she starts to limp in the direction of her car.

“I know you’re a werewolf, but a veterinarian? Really?” he laughs a little as he tries to help her walk.

“Look he knows wh-what to do…” Peter catches her as she starts to fall toward the ground.

“I’ll just carry you.” he states, as he lifts her up into his arms, “Where exactly am I carrying you?”

“To my car,” as she points in the direction of her car, she notices the blood on her hand appears black, “You might need to hurry. If not, I-I think I might be dead soon.”

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marvelmaniac2000 · 3 years

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Pretty Little Liar (Shang Chi ~ Pregnancy Series)

Storyline: You just found out you were pregnant and guess who’s first to know? Your best friend Katy. As long as she can keep it a secret everything will go as planned.

Characters: Reader, Shaun (Shang Chi), Katy

Notes: Katy katy katy... *smh* She is such a spirit animal..

**Sorry for Misspelling and Grammar**

tags: @alesaab

“How on earth did you let this happen?” Katy smacked the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.

“What are you going to do?” She sat on the toilet seat panicking as if she was the one pregnant.

You looked at Katy with a dumbfounded look.

“I’m keeping it” you replied. Katy handed your test back without further input. She placed her hand on your shoulder.

“Honestly I was hoping you were going to keep it, because Shaun would make a great dad” her deep raspy voice softened into yours. You look down at the test and wipe your thumb across the two straight lines.

“I just don’t know how he would feel about this? What if he doesn’t really want it?” Thoughts of negativity swarmed your mind.

“Obviously he must like you enough to bust his nut into you so..” You gave her a grim look.

“Thank you Katy Chen” you sarcastically implied.

Katy’s face grew worried. “Look I can’t really say what I would do, but I’m sure keeping this a secret isn’t your best option. This isn’t going to go away on it’s own. But I’m BOTH of you guys’ best friends so this isn’t a position I would want to be in.”

Sadly enough she was right and you couldn’t think about yourself anymore. There’s another life that is now involved. “Ok can you at least keep it a secret until tomorrow? I just want to process all of this” Everything in your mind started to go into overdrive, but you couldn’t afford telling Shaun anything until you knew your own plan.

“It’s not my place to tell him, but don’t wait too long” she warned. You took her words as precaution and hid your test in a decorated plant in your bathroom.

NEXT DAY

Katy and Shaun strolled over to their usual convenience store to fetch some last minute groceries before they separated for the night. “I think (Y/N) said she needed a bottle of wine” Shaun observed the display of liquor. Katy has been trying to act normal for the last 24 hours but she couldn’t help but feel weird facing her best friend knowing he was going to be someone’s father.

“Nawh I don’t think she’s a huge drinker anymore” Katy tried to convince. Shaun scoffed at Katy while looking for your favorite brand.

“What are you talking about? Me and you both know she’s a fancy drinker” he grabbed a bottle off the shelf and noticed how uneasy Katy looked.

“What’s with you dude? You’ve been acting all weird lately” Katy twisted her earring nervously trying to come up with an excuse.

“Have I? Maybe my period is coming” Shaun folded his eyebrows and scanned Katy’s face looking for clues. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that” Shaun winced his eyes closed.

“I’ll go wait for you at the checkout line” he stated before walking down to the front of the store. He began to question what the hell was going on with his friend. He ironically remembered you mentioning your period was late but that wasn't his biggest concern. He couldn’t figure out why Katy would insinuate you didn’t drink. Shaun stopped mid stride and ran back down each aisle looking for Katy. He finally found her browsing around and launched onto her shoulders.

“Is (Y/N) pregnant?!” He demanded. “Be a little louder if you can buddy” Katy sharply whispered. Shaun eyes knifed into Katy’s face wanting to explode. “Don’t freak out please!” Katy grabbed Shaun arm embracing for the words about to spill out of her mouth. “She’s pregnant”

Shaun rushed home before you did and searched for the pregnancy test you hid. Just like Katy explained he found it in the bathroom’s plant. He stared at the straight two lines in amazement.

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispered to himself. It felt all surreal to him. He felt excitement picturing you pregnant and starting his own family. It was happening all so soon, but he was ready to start his journey. He placed the test inside his pocket and sat on the couch waiting for you to come home shortly. After a couple of minutes you arrive through the door tiresome from work.

“Hey, you started our show without me?” you plopped yourself next to him on the couch.

“Of course I didn't, even though I can predict the ending,” he replied. You prop your feet on his lap and he naturally massages your tiresome toes.

“Did you ever get your period?” he questioned. “Since when did you start caring?” you wondered. “I started caring when you hide important things worth caring about (Y/N)” Shaun looked at you with a calm demeanor. His comebacks always took over yours and you never would win arguments. It was like he lived through so much in such little time.

“Katy told you, didn’t she?” you sighed knowing how such a bad liar your bestie was.

“She really didn’t have to” Shaun slipped the test out of his pocket and waved it in your direction.

“Seriously?!?! She even told you where I hid it? I was going to use it as my surprise to tell you! She is fucking dead” you shook your head planning your best friend’s funeral.

“It’s ok I understand you wanted to tell her before me but it does hurt little keeping future dad out of the loop” Your pregnancy hormones instantly felt like they were raging hearing him call himself a dad. “You’re definitely going to be a dilf” you joked. “Trust me I know, I’ve been your dilf every night” he winked.

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