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neptuneiris · 10 months

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cardigan (3/3)

I knew you, leavin' like a father, running like water

pairing: modern!aemond × best friend reader!

summary: being in love with your best friend since high school becomes a strong and unavoidable feeling. until it starts to become more difficult when you get to college and the two of you, especially him, meet new people.

word count: 8.8k

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After forcing yourself to forget about Aemond, start having every intention of having fun with your friends no matter what and get a few drinks… you did it.

You managed to have fun and have a really good time with your real friends.

Even though you got your heart broken, you felt really bad and had to endure that ugly sharp pain in your chest along with all that sadness, pain, anger and disappointment…. you drank and forgot about everything to focus on the moment.

You even met new people, all friends of Ryan's.

The next day, in Sara's room at the dorm, you didn't even remember their names or almost half of the things that happened at the party.

Until she reminded you herself and showed you videos of everyone together with those people dancing and having a good time.

Then, remembering what had happened before you decided to have fun, you felt that urge to cry again.

Fortunately Sara didn't ask you about him, it was as if she had forgotten about him and you were thankful for that since you didn't have to talk to her about anything.

However, after Sara does you the favor of taking you home, even though the place doesn't really feel like that anymore, nervous, cautious and not really having the energy and courage to face him, you still open the door of the apartment and enter.

But you get the big surprise that he's not even here.

Incredulous, you think to yourself that he must have stayed with his girlfriend again. And you quickly attend to Vhagar and yourself, wanting to occupy your mind so that you don't seriously cry at that moment.

Did he really completely forgot my birthday?

You didn't even need to know, the answer to the question was pretty clear when you got to the apartment since he didn't show up for the rest of the day either.

And you didn't know if you felt grateful for it since you didn't want to see him or it made you feel worse about the fact that he really had completely forgotten you and your special day.

So the best you could do at that moment, was to take a bath, eat a little and then look for a job again around your area.

You want to keep your mind busy, you don't want to think about him, so you don't rest and you don't take your eyes off your phone until you find a job.

Until you finally find a job at a flower shop near the university as the store's receptionist and where the working hours fit your schedule perfectly. They don't ask for experience either.

That day, even though your head hurts and you still haven't recovered one hundred percent from the previous party, you take pills, get some rest and head to the flower shop.

And the next few days, it's back to living alone in the apartment.

Since you completely ignored Aemond's messages that night, neither you nor he have spoken again, not even a phone call.

You no longer ask him if he will come to eat, what special food he wants in case he does, where he is or where he spent the night.

You don't do it anymore because you no longer want to or care.

You also no longer do his laundry, the little he has here really, and now you simply clean up the mess you make and only buy food for yourself.

He probably has to come to the apartment when you are in class and you are grateful for that, even though you feel more broken inside every day that passes and you see again how he completely forgot your birthday.

He doesn't say anything to you, he doesn't even make the slightest effort, he doesn't see you and doesn't seem to have the intention of doing so any time soon.

Does it hurt? Yes, very much.

But you know you are no one to tell him what he can and can't do, who he can and can't be with.

Just as you don't have to remind him that it was your birthday, nor should you tell him that he forgot all about it.

He knows what he is doing, he makes his own decisions, he is no longer a child,… and neither are you.

That's why despite being very upset, sad and broken, really not wanting to you still force yourself to try to communicate with him.

You've got the job and there's a dorm room available at the residence halls, so now you just want to give him the key to the apartment.

Although nothing would be better than just leaving and nothing else, but you know you can't do that.

After all, he helped you a lot financially by offering you your own space here, basically for free.

But yet when you text and call him a few times as you start packing, he doesn't respond.

He responds very late at night only telling you that he's staying the night with Alys. And when you ask him if you can see each other and talk, he doesn't respond anymore.

Until more days go by and you unsuccessfully, feeling really annoyed with him, you tell yourself that enough is enough.

You ask Ryan to help you transport your things to your new home and you definitely break all ties with Aemond by bringing Vhagar with you as well.

With him pretending you no longer exist, as if he didn't have his best friend living with him, or apparently so it was, so now you also do the exact same thing.

You pretend he no longer exists and just walk away.

And now as you settle into your new home, which is not at all like where you used to live before, you still like it and tell yourself that you will get used to it soon.

It has nothing more than the small square space with your bed, your closet and desk, also a small bathroom.

You only have to buy a small refrigerator now while everything else like laundry is already offered by the residence on the first floor.

You know your room will be a small place for Vhagar but she doesn't seem to mind as she settles into your bed and falls asleep once you start unpacking.

Until the weekend comes and your friends make noise in the group chat saying they want to party on Saturday.

And you, thinking you wouldn't be in the mood, agree to go and have some fun.

It's already been a full week Monday through Saturday morning that you started your new job that you couldn't have liked any better. So you want to get all the stress out.

Most of all you want to get the sadness out of your system because of work, your classes and also because of him.

It's also been a full week since you moved, so not wanting anything to do with him anymore, you head to the one person you know will help you with the matter: Helaena.

Helaena also studies at the same university, she also lives in a dorm room, only that she studies biology.

So once you send her a message asking if the two of you can meet, she gladly accepts and you arrange to meet in her room.

And soon enough she finds herself opening her door to greet you.

"Hi Y/N!" she exclaims happily and wraps you in a soft hug, to which you smile.

"Hello Hel."

"Where have you been? I finally see you."

She asks you as she pulls away from you and looks at you a little confused, without erasing her charming smile.

"You know…" You shrug your shoulders, a little nervous, "I've been very busy with my classes."

And even though that's not the real reason, she still believes you.

"Oh yeah, sure, me too, it's a nightmare. Come on in."

She steps aside so you can come in and you do, immediately feeling nervous because you know you'll have to tell her about everything that happened with her brother.

"Even so, you didn't come to the ball."

Helaena says to you suddenly and you watch her as she closes the door behind her.

"I thought it was weird since you always go to my family's ball."

"Yes…" you say a little uncomfortable, "I… I did…

"But it seemed so weird to me that all of a sudden Aemond took his girlfriend when he said that…..

She stops suddenly, then looks at you with her eyes wide open, now softening her confused face, watching you intently.

"Oh, don't tell me," she murmurs.

And all you do is bite your lips and lower your gaze for a moment in sorrow.

"Don't tell me you didn't go because he took his girlfriend."

You let out a long breath and at that moment, taking advantage of the fact that she has already brought up the subject of him and his girlfriend, you decide to tell her everything that happened.

The ball, how you now live alone in his apartment when it wasn't supposed to be like that, his conversation with Alys, his irresponsibility with Vhagar and finally your birthday.

"Oh I'm going to kill that son of a…

"No, Hel, please."

You ask her, not wanting to talk about him anymore.

"It's all done now. I don't want to cause any more…

"You? Cause anything?" she interrupts you, incredulous, "Y/N, you couldn't cause anything, it's all caused by him and his obsession with that girl."

"She's his girlfriend," you say with pain in your chest, "It makes sense."

"Yeah, but you don't put your best friend down for a relationship, Y/N," she says obviously and with an annoyed tone, "And believe me when I tell you that when I met that girl she didn't give me any good vibes. Mother seemed to some point pleased, but Nyra with her look told me everything, so did Aegon and even my uncle Daemon."

"Really?"

You ask her really interested in it, since apparently you were not the only one who felt that way when you met Alys for the first time.

"Yes, really," she assures you, "They all asked about you, Daeron, Jace and Luke too."

You lower your gaze with a sad expression, since you haven't seen Aemond's little brother or his two nephews who have always been very kind and funny with you.

You are also struck by the fact that Aemond did not tell you that his family had been asking about you at the ball.

Maybe he did it so as not to make you feel bad.

"Aemond didn't even answer them, he didn't even seem to know what to say. He just immediately introduced them to his girlfriend," she says with a pout.

You let out a long breath.

"Well, I still get the idea of how much fun everyone had. I saw your pictures and videos on Instagram."

"I just can't believe he told you at the last minute when you already had everything ready that he was taking his girlfriend," she insists, really annoyed, "And yet after making plans the idiot forgot your birthday?" she inquires.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Hel, that was a little more than a week ago," you say not wanting to give more importance to the matter, "In fact, I came here because I wanted to know if you could do me a favor, now that we are talking about it."

Helaena, still annoyed to hear everything you told her, still nods.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I…

You bite your lips, feeling nervous to tell the sister of your best friend, or ex best friend rather, about the new chapter of your life.

Mostly because after this, Aemond will finally know everything soon enough.

"I've gotten a job in a flower shop and I've also moved into a dorm. Don't worry, I have brought Vhagar with me, now I will take care of her."

You assure her the instant you know she would ask you about Vhagar.

"And even though I didn't want to, I had to try to communicate with Aemond, but he never responded and I never saw him around the apartment, so I just left because I couldn't delay any longer. To this day he doesn't even know anything."

Again Helaena's soft, tender face contorts in anger.

"That fucking son of a….

"So…" you interrupt her, taking the things from your backpack, "Here is the key to the apartment and also this envelope with money to pay him for the troubles."

You look at her with a certain sadness and with the hope in your face that she will take care of this after Helaena sees everything in your hands and again returns her gaze to yours.

"Could you hand it over to him, please?"

And now it is Helaena's turn to look at you sadly and with compassion as she looks at your hurt face and understands what you went through and what you are going through now.

"Oh, Y/N…" she says disappointedly, "I'm so sorry for my stupid brother."

And again she pulls you in a soft and comforting hug that you allow since you really need it, even though you avoid breaking down crying at that moment.

You know Helaena probably won't tell him anything, but you still don't want to cry in the arms of your ex-best friend's sister.

"Don't worry, Hel. And nothing that happened with him will affect our friendship either," you assure her in a sad voice.

"No, of course not," she says instantly, hugging you a little tighter.

After a few more moments like that, they both separate and Helaena takes the key and the envelope with the money.

That money was sent to you monthly by your parents and you decided to give it to him. Now with your job at the flower shop, you can get that money back for your needs.

But for now it feels good to give it to Aemond because despite hearing that horrible conversation between him and his girlfriend, you do it mostly to feel better about yourself.

And after talking a few more moments with Helaena, you both finally say goodbye and you walk through her door.

You both agree that one of these days you could go for a coffee together. And just as you are about to leave, Helaena stops you with her words.

Words that leave you completely still, and then you look at her again with a slight surprise on your face.

"I always believed and hoped that you and Aemond would end up together, you know," she says with a sad little smile, "I know you were best friends, but I always had a feeling, always.

At that moment… how you wished her words would have been true.

How you would have wanted that to happen.

You think with illusion, sadness and disappointment, and then just try to smile even a little in her direction, say goodbye one last time and leave.

Later that night, after crying a little and trying to cheer yourself up by getting ready to go to the party with your friends, you arrive at the frat house and the party starts right then and there.

At first, cautious, you are kept alert by the fact that Aemond could probably be here with his girlfriend or with his friends, or maybe both.

But fortunately for you, there is no silver-haired guy with a black haired girl in the crowd, so you can feel at peace.

Immediately the party games like beer pong and drinking begin.

Until at some point of the party, you realize while talking and having fun with Aileen, that again Ryan's friends have joined the group, three guys exactly.

And as you're all dancing together, having a good time, you're drinking and forgetting about everything, really enjoying yourself, you suddenly find yourself dancing and singing the songs at the top of your lungs with one of Ryan's friends, Cregan Stark.

A tall guy, dark brown hair, with black eyes and features that can't go unnoticed.

Cregan seems to have his eye on you and you have yours on him.

Eventually the two start talking, being close, dancing together, even taking pictures and videos of each other, and then the two sit on one of the sofas and continue talking.

The two very close to each other to the point of almost kissing.

Maybe it was the alcohol, the moment, the party or just that you wanted to have this kind of moments with some guy, because Cregan is really handsome and you really wanted to kiss him.

However, all the guys arrived just at that moment to keep you company and rest a bit after having been dancing for a while.

Cregan didn't seem to mind, you didn't really either, you both just smiled at each other, although he had that little disappointment on his face from the interruption.

It remained as that pending between you and that's why he asked for your number.

The next day, apparently that interaction and closeness between you and Cregan was noticed by everyone, but more so by your friends who squeal and excitedly talk about him and you.

You find out that he's a law student, a year older than you, likes dogs, plays the guitar, and apparently isn't dating anyone.

You didn't want to get your hopes up with him, because you knew that meeting a guy and him suddenly having an interest in you at a party is usually not a long-term interest and is just for the moment.

But the expectation went up the moment he texts you and asks you if you want to have coffee with him on Tuesday morning before you both have your respective classes.

And you respond, or well, your friends respond more excitedly than you, that you accept.

"Girl, the guy is handsome, tall, funny and a really nice guy, what more could you ask for?"

And in that, Aileen is right. However… there is a problem. And that problem has a name: Aemond.

Aemond has ruined every guy for you in many ways, both physically and personality-wise.

And even though he wasn't like that, he really was a very bad friend to you and all his decisions hurt you. That's why agreeing to date Cregan is easy.

You also tell yourself that Aemond doesn't matter anymore. He has a girlfriend, he's living his life apart, and so are you, and you and he are no longer friends.

So once Cregan tells you that he is already waiting for you outside your dorm, you rush out.

Excitedly you take one last look in your mirror, make sure nothing is out of place, also make sure Vhagar is okay and head for the door to leave with your backpack on your shoulder and your phone in hand.

But when you opened the door, you clearly didn't expect to see your ex-best friend about to knock on your door with a totally bewildered, confused, worried and to some extent distressed and desperate look on his face.

"Y/N...

And you are totally paralyzed the moment your name leaves his lips.

At first, you don't understand what he is doing here or how he knew exactly where you were now since you didn't tell Helaena anything about your new home.

In fact, you didn't say anything to anyone he and you know together. However, you do know him.

You know that he just by asking anyone he can find out anything he wants to know, including finding people, simply because he is Aemond Targaryen.

And then you start to panic and you feel very nervous because he's really here.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask him in a bewildered whisper.

In an instant you tense up and hold tightly to the edge of your door, watching him intently and alertly.

"What am I doing here?" he asks in a totally bewildered voice, "What are you doing here?" he says, now certainly annoyed.

"I-I don't… I don't have time for this, okay?"

You try to walk past him, bearing in mind that Cregan is waiting for you outside and you don't want to keep him waiting any longer.

But you can't stop your heart from beating too fast and you can't stop this agonizing feeling in your gut at the sight of him now after so many weeks.

"Are you serious?"

He stops you by taking your arm in a firm grip, making you stand in front of him again, with the most bewildered, confused and annoyed look you've ever seen on his face.

"I come home calling you, wanting to talk to you, having this stupid idea that you were busy or something, only to find out that Vhagar isn't there, neither are you and neither are your things," he says to you incredulously, "I thought something bad had happened to you Y/N, I was so worried. I started to go crazy because I couldn't even call you or send you messages, nothing was getting through to you."

And at that moment, everything you were feeling, is replaced by hatred and anger for very clear reasons and that he, seeming surprising to you, doesn't see or even realize.

He probably wanted to talk to you about your birthday, but he couldn't call or text you because since you moved out and he had no idea, you decided to block him from everywhere.

But really, even though you feel weak from his unexpected appearance, his words don't make you feel anything but hurt and angry.

"And do you have any fucking idea how it made me feel when I called Helaena and she told me you got a job and moved into a fucking dorm just making everything worse?" he asks you annoyed, "All this without me having a fucking idea, Y/N."

The way he tells you everything, you immediately tell yourself that you won't react the same way even though all that flows through your system is one thing: anger.

So instead of talking to him in annoyance because you don't want to and don't have the time to explain yourself more than necessary, you talk to him calmly in comparison to him.

He is visibly frustrated and looks more bewildered than ever.

"Maybe you would have known… if you had answered my calls or messages, Aemond. Or if you had shown up even once at your apartment."

And you overemphasize your apartment.

"All that was over a week ago, much longer in fact, and you barely care to know about me or Vhagar," you say bitterly.

He shakes his head, looking more distressed and worried than before.

"I-I…" He lets out a long breath, "And what the fuck is this supposed to mean?"

He asks you again in annoyance, clearly after he has no idea what to say to the previous and from his jacket pocket he takes out the money you gave to Helaena for him and also the key to his apartment.

"For your troubles?" he raises the money in annoyance, "And the key for what? Are you really going to stay here definitely?"

"The money is because I didn't give you a single penny to help you financially and the key so you have more privacy with Alys every time you get home and I don't have to be there locked up in my room… stopping you," you explain without much interest, "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" you raise your eyebrows expectantly at him.

But he is speechless, staring at you in surprise, bewilderment and anguish, his whole worried expression speaking for itself.

"Did you…" he pauses in concern, "Did you hear us that night?"

You deliberately ignore his question.

"You wanted me to meet new people and go out more, also give you your privacy…well, I'm doing exactly that. Now leave and don't ever come back."

And without further ado you close the door behind you firmly and walk away from him to head for the stairs and finally leave to meet Cregan.

But because of the circumstances and everything Aemond must be feeling, he doesn't let you go so easily.

"Hey, no, stop," he says in a warning tone and then grabs your arm and immobilizes you as you turn towards him.

"Let go of me."

"Y/N…

"I have to go. Someone is waiting for me."

"Y/N, please…" he calls pleadingly, "You don't have to lie, I-I…" he runs a hand over his frustrated and anguished face, "Was all this for your birthday?"

At his question, you say nothing, just continue to stare at him with the most serious look ever, now just pressing your lips together and waiting for him to let go so you can leave.

"Y/N…" he calls you cautiously and with worry in his eyes, "I know I fucked up, I know that….

"Oh please, Aemond," you exclaim irritated, "I don't need any more of your pity, okay? I really don't care what you have to say, it's all done. I gave you the key back and the money too, didn't I? Now you won't have to pity me anymore and your girlfriend will be pleased to know that I won't interfere with your plans anymore."

He lets out a long breath, more frustrated than before and completely irritated by your words.

"It doesn't matter what you heard that night, Y/N. It doesn't matter what Alys said either," he tells you in desperation.

But you don't care anymore.

"I've done my part, now leave me alone."

Again you try to leave but he again won't let you go.

"Will you stop running away!? I want to talk to you, I want to fix this!" he says in exasperation, "I don't want your key and I certainly don't want your fucking money, I want you back with me!"

And that's when you can't take it any longer and you finally explode in anger at him.

"Now you want me to be with you after always leaving me out of all the plans we made for your girlfriend and leaving me living alone!? Do you really think I even want to see you and be in the same place as you after everything you done!?"

He is about to answer you, but a third voice between you stops him and also the whole discussion between the two of you.

"Y/N?"

Both you and Aemond turn your heads and from the stairs Cregan Stark looks curiously between you and Aemond, almost worried.

You know your screams must have been heard all the way to the first floor considering your room is on the second.

"Is everything all right here?" he asks you softly and attentively, turning to you.

Feeling embarrassed that he might have heard everything, which is most likely, you finally loosen your grip on Aemond and control yourself by telling yourself that it's all over now.

"Yes, everything is fine," you put on your best face, or try to, "Sorry, I was on my way out. I didn't want to keep you waiting too long."

"No, it's fine," he says nonchalantly, "Although I did come to hurry you a little," he confesses with a small, embarrassed smile, "At the coffee shop we're going to, the coffee you like is on promotion, but only until ten o'clock, so I want to get there to buy it for you."

In other circumstances, Cregan's words would have made you feel on the clouds, but because of what was happening before and with Aemond present, his words have no effect on you.

Especially because of Aemond's confused and intimidating look at Cregan, clearly annoyed by the interruption, as well as wanting to know who this guy is and realizing that you really had someone waiting for you.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," you nod in his direction, "He was just leaving too."

You say with a certain bitter and obvious tone turning your head towards Aemond, but without looking at him to which you immediately feel his gaze on you, but you ignore him.

And not wanting to keep Cregan waiting any longer, you head towards him, take him by the arm and lead him along with you towards the stairs, leaving Aemond behind.

After you and Cregan start heading towards the coffe shop, you try to pay attention to everything he tells you, but you can't.

You pretend to listen to him and collaborate a little in his conversation, feeling bad about yourself but you can't help it since all you can think about is Aemond.

And even though Cregan tries to bring up the subject, clearly because it's obvious he heard you were arguing, you quickly evade him.

However, he tells you that he believes he has seen Aemond before and has heard a lot about him. Also of his sister, Helaena.

But overall, this going out or rather date? with Cregan… did not turn out as you expected and as you wanted it to because of Aemond's unexpected visit to your new home.

And once again, you find yourself out of balance because of what happened with him now.

Latch by Disclosure and Sam Smith is heard throughout the house of the most popular party frat house and the one that never disappoints.

At first, you thought about not partying with your friends and Cregan since you weren't in the mood and didn't want to have to deal with a hangover the next day.

However, Cregan is the one who convinces you and now the two of you are dancing along with all your other friends having a good time, singing at the top of your lungs and forgetting about everything.

The whole party is going amazing, you're still not drinking too much, you're having fun with your friends and Cregan most of all.

Until you are catching your breath to continue dancing with Cregan, both of you apart and talking, suddenly your gaze is focused on the entrance of the house and Aemond Targaryen makes an appearance holding Alys' hand with all his friends also entering behind him.

Instantly you want to leave, because you know you don't feel comfortable now with the presence of your ex best friend knowing what happened the last time you saw each other.

And even more so when he notices you standing apart, with that guy from before, the two of you very close and talking, now realizing your presence.

But you pretend not to see him even though your heart starts beating fast when you feel his gaze.

When you stop feeling that he is looking at you, then you see him and still holding hands with Alys both of them go to the kitchen. And that's when you say to yourself: no.

He is not going to ruin this party with your friends. He came here for the sole purpose of having fun, which is the point of the party and so are you.

You decide to leave the feelings behind and continue having fun as before.

You drink some more, resume dancing, singing and playing party games, just forget about him and focus on you, what you are doing and the people around you.

When in the kitchen, while you are pouring more drinks for Cregan and yourself, something happens that you least expected and that causes you a lot of confusion at the same time.

However, somehow you must have known that Aemond would be coming for you.

"Y/N."

He calls out to you and when you look at him, you again meet his gaze a little worried but also hopeful that he might talk to you.

But of course, Alys must be by his side clinging to his right arm, watching you with a certain indifference.

And you, preferring a thousand times to ignore it, unfortunately still do not finish preparing the drinks, so you decide to act indifferent.

"Yes?" you say without even looking at him.

And just with your indifference, which Aemond notices perfectly, only makes him more frustrated, but not wanting to explode again against you, he can only try to relax and start with what he wants to say as calmly as possible so as not to push you away.

"Are you…" he swallows hard, looking at you apologetically and a bit nervously, "Are you enjoying the party?"

However, his question couldn't have been more pathetic for you.

"Yes, very much in fact."

You answer without further ado, putting everything back in its place to finally get out of the way and leave. And that's what you do, you turn around with your drinks in hand and walk away.

But he stops you instantly by standing in front of you.

"Y/N," he calls out to you pleadingly, "Can we go outside and talk, please?"

And you, wanting to take your indifference further, even more with Alys' presence, that's exactly what you do.

"About what?"

"About the other day," he tells you more cautious and attentive than before.

And you frown at him.

"Was there anything else to say?"

He lets out a long sigh.

"Y/N, please…

"There you are!"

Again Cregan's voice interrupts the conversation between the two of you and Cregan, without even noticing Aemond, turns to you with a small smile on his lips.

"I went to the bathroom for two seconds and I had already lost you," he says amused, "You need help?"

He points to the drinks and you nod.

"Yes," you extend one to him, placing a soft smile in his direction, "This one's yours, actually.

"Thank you, my pretty."

And maybe it had been again the interruption of the same boy from the other day, that makes Aemond can't help but feel annoyed.

But maybe it's more from the fact that he tenses up and watches him with a clenched jaw as he hears that word from him towards you.

Pretty.

Both he and you think, but you really couldn't care less as you watch between Cregan and him over the nickname.

And feeling Aemond's burning gaze, Cregan finally seems to notice the presence of Aemond Targaryen himself.

"Oh, hey," he smiles friendly, "Sorry, we've met before, haven't we?"

And Aemond, really annoyed, just bites the inside of his cheek and avoids showing his irritation, as well as the discontent he feels towards the guy.

"Yes," he says without looking at him, with a cutting tone, focusing again on you.

"Yes, sorry again," Cregan tells him again, "It's just that we weren't introduced."

And after Cregan says that, you're sorry but you want to murder him.

Especially since now Cregan is watching you too, already having the smoldering stare of your ex best at you and the guy you're apparently starting to have… something with.

Not to mention the judgmental and irritated look from Alys as well.

And you, having no choice, introduce them to each other.

"Aemond, this is Cregan, my friend," you point to Cregan, "And Cregan, this is Aemond, an old classmate at high school."

And finally you point to Aemond, without looking at him too much.

And again, everything in Aemond contracts and his whole bewildered look is reflected on his face after hearing your words.

Even Alys stirs in her place, watching Aemond intently.

A strange feeling in his chest invades him and all his disappointment, as well as his sadness, is reflected even though he tries not to be.

But the way you said it, your look, your attitude, everything about you makes him feel miserable and makes him recognize that he has definitely lost you.

Especially because after that, you don't waste any more time, you take Cregan by the hand and excuse both of you to go back to your friends, not wanting to be around him anymore.

After the party goes on, Aemond can't enjoy the moment. Even Alys next to him doesn't get his attention, neither do his friends.

All he sees is you, with him, the two of you dancing, laughing and close to each other.

He's certainly never seen you having fun like that before, never in the company of a guy he admits he recognizes; he seems like a really nice guy.

An unpleasant feeling turns his stomach and he feels it in his chest again when you laugh at something he has said, he slips an arm around your shoulders and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

His jaw tenses and he can't take his eye off of you, to some extent starting to annoy Alys by his lack of attention.

And Aemond loses it completely the moment he turns his face towards you, you turn your face towards him and the two of you kiss.

All the friendship that the two of you and Aemond used to have, you and Aemond, passes right in front of him in that moment.

Everything, from the beginning, from high school to college, with both of you moving into the apartment, having movie nights, having breakfast and dinner together, grocery shopping, everything.

As well as all the bad stuff caused by him, which he admits to, like all those nights he left you behind for Alys, the ball and your birthday.

Unable to take it anymore, totally ignoring Alys and everyone, with the hardest look on his face, he leaves the house in an act of desperation and

He moves away from all the people, from Alys, from you, because he can't see you having fun without him, he can't see you with other people, because it was always him.

And knowing that he was the one who caused your friendship to end, he takes a seat on the stairs leading to the house and starts smoking.

But even he doesn't understand himself.

Isn't this what you wanted?

His mind asks him, as confused as he is, who with a bad face and feeling like a complete idiot, continues smoking, thinking that it would be better to go back home.

But without you… it doesn't feel like that anymore.

He stays thinking for a long time, without Alys bothering to look for him, which he is grateful for since he has more time with himself.

While you, still at the party, continue drinking and sharing a kiss or two with Cregan, not really caring that you're among friends and other people.

But the moment with Cregan ends when he tells you that he has to leave, even showing you some messages from his sister asking him to pick her up at a party outside the university.

He asks you if you want him to leave you too, but you prefer to continue having fun for a while longer. You both say goodbye and stay with your friends.

Not long after, however, they all get really drunk. Even Ryan.

So as the four of you leave the house, ordering Uber's and laughing amongst yourselves, that's when Aemond sees you.

Confused, he throws the rest of his cigarette away and stands up from the stairs, watching you intently. And noticing your condition, he actually gets worried.

You can't even stand firmly on your feet.

And all you remember is having a brief conversation or discussion with someone, that someone also talking to Ryan, then you feel yourself being carried, you protest a little, and then all goes dark.

The moment you open your eyes, completely numb and feeling like a mess, the pain in your throat, body and head begins.

You groan under your breath, scrunching up your face and holding a hand to your forehead, feeling as if your head is about to explode in constant sharp pain.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself down so you can get through the pain easier, but it's impossible.

You drank too much, that's for sure, your body is confirming it. But what you don't know is where you are.

Alarmed, you quickly reopen your eyes and look around you, worrying because you don't remember who you left with last night and whether you came to your room or someone else's.

When your whole face contorts in confusion as you realize that this room is not yours, nor is it Sara's or Aileen's room. In fact, this room you know and you know it very well.

You open your eyes wide and don't understand anything, beginning to get seriously alarmed and worried.

What the fuck am I doing in Aemond's room?

You think to yourself as you force yourself to ignore all the internal pain you are feeling and get out of bed.

You quickly put on your shoes, make sure you have all your things with you and leave the room, hoping he's not here.

But of course he must be, because as you walk out into the hallway, with your things held against your chest, you hear sounds and very low music coming from the kitchen.

And as you slowly, cautiously approach, you see him, preparing breakfast, moving back and forth across the kitchen with his back to you.

Hopeful, you watch the door ahead a few feet away from you, then look cautiously again at Aemond, who fortunately has not noticed your presence.

You think to yourself that you could head for the door without making a sound and leave without him noticing. Being here with him in your old home doesn't please you, especially since you don't understand how you got here last night with him.

But you don't care, all you want to do is leave.

However, before you can try to do anything, he turns to grab something from the counter and sees you.

"Oh, you're awake," he says with a soft tone and a calm look.

At this, you don't say anything, you just watch him, hoping that by your look and your posture he understands that you already want to leave.

But he, at your lack of words, continues trying.

"You must be feeling very bad, you were very drunk last night. Here I have left you a glass of water and a pill, it will help you after you finish breakfast," he points to the bar, effectively pointing to a glass of water and a pill."

You look away from him for a second, wanting to let out a snort, since you definitely don't plan to stay here for breakfast and it's silly of him to think so just because you're here.

"What am I doing here?" you ask him, serious.

And by your tone of voice, Aemond is surprised and also disappointed, since he thought that things between you and him would never be like this again.

But how wrong he was.

Still, with relaxed posture and soft tone, he answers you to keep the peace as much as possible between the two of you and you don't leave, which is what he fears the most.

"You were very drunk last night, and so were all your friends," he explains.

"Ryan was supposed to take me and my friends to my doorm," you tell him seriously.

"Your friend was really drunk too, Y/N," he says in a more serious tone, "He couldn't handle the three of you. And I certainly wasn't going to let you go in that state, you could barely walk.

You press your lips together, thinking about the party and your friends, to again look at the door in front of you.

"Well… thank you, but I didn't need your help," you say curtly, "Not now either."

And without further ado you head for the door, catching Aemond unawares, who quickly reacts and stands in front of you, grabbing your arm.

"Y/N, please wait…

"I need to go.

"Where to?" he asks frustrated, not believing you.

"That doesn't concern you. I don't want to be here," you tell him annoyed, again trying to pass by his side, but he doesn't let you.

"Please," he repeats pleadingly, "Please don't do this anymore. Just stay."

"Let me go and let me pass," you warn him.

"At least just stay for breakfast," he insists desperately, "Let's talk and then I will take you to your dorm, I pro….

"Will you stop!?"

You explode furiously at him, unable to hold back any longer, feeling more headache and pain all over your body, but you don't care because you're tired, you're fed up and because you've had enough.

While he remains completely silent and observes you slightly surprised by your reaction, since he had certainly never seen you like this before.

At least not with him.

"I don't want to be here, I don't want to have breakfast with you, I don't want to talk to you and I don't want to see you!" you exclaim annoyed, "Can't you really see that? Can't you see that you and I are no longer friends? Can't you see that you're hurting me?"

"Y/N…" he says to you in a low tone, with a thread of voice: "Don't say that...

"You shouldn't have brought me here, you shouldn't have even tried to talk to me, because I don't want to talk to you, I want to get away from you and I want you to respect that!"

And without being able to stand it anymore, tears start to run down your cheeks, but you ignore it totally and continue watching Aemond with the most hurt look of all.

"Stop trying to play savior with me Aemond, because I've had enough."

"Playing savior with you?" he repeats in bewilderment, "Y/N, you are my best friend, I don't….

"No, that's not true, I'm not your best friend, I'm nothing!" you blurt out again furious, "A best friend doesn't hurt his best friend, doesn't leave her aside for a relationship, doesn't replace her, doesn't leave her living alone and certainly doesn't forget her fucking birthday, Aemond!"

Then again Aemond is speechless, watching you with his eye wide open, his lips half open, while you start crying in earnest, unable to control yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he says to you, in a low, broken-toned whisper.

"No, you're not!" you reproach him, upset, crying, feeling broken, "If you were really sorry, you would have apologized since after my birthday, not until now that weeks have passed," you tell him hurt, "And that hurts, Aemond, it hurts that until now you have realized it, that until now you are looking for me, always treating me as the second option!"

The first tear falls down Aemond's right cheek, looking at you with a hard, but still broken expression.

"I'm so sorry, I really am. I care about you, you know that….

"No, that's not true, you don't, you don't care about me!" you contradict him again, crying.

And finally you are able to pass by his side, leaving him in a state just as broken as you are, while you wipe your tears and try to control yourself, when you can't. You still want much, much more.

There is still much, much more you want to say and you say it as you stop before you touch the door and stare at Aemond with as much sadness, hatred and anger as you can.

"You left me aside for Alys, you included her and took me out of our plans, you left me living alone here with Vhagar, you forgot my fucking bir…

You stop, sobbing and breathing hard, trying to calm yourself down.

"You forgot my fucking birthday for her and her parents while I was waiting for you, believing your stupid promises so that in the end you never showed up and only to remember me weeks later and a real friend doesn't do shit like that to his best friend if he really cared, Aemond!" you tell him crying, "I never was that way with you and believe me that having a boyfriend even so I wouldn't have been."

Then everything, both for him and for you stops, because hearing you crying and seeing you so broken, leaves him completely immobile and as broken as you are by your words.

Words and feelings of yours that he had no idea about.

While you, unable to take it anymore, finally open the apartment door and leave, wanting to get away from here and him, because that's what you want and…. he lets you.

He doesn't go after you, like he would have, because your words, everything about you, has left him completely paralyzed. He had never seen you like that, so destroyed and in tears.

And that he was responsible for those reactions of yours, reactions that he hates to see in you, makes him feel more stupid and guilty than ever.

And at that moment he realizes, that this time he has definitely lost you and in a very bad way. He has lost his best friend because of his own actions.

He feels miserable. More miserable than you.

And after that… nothing was ever the same again, both for him and for you.

You didn't see each other again after what happened in his apartment, you didn't even hear from each other through social media, because you had blocked him from everywhere and that's just felt better.

The two of you continued with your classes and in separate ways, as before, only now he was also aware of it and not only you, now with the difference that the friendship between the two of you no longer exists.

To a certain point you knew that he was still having a relationship with Alys Rivers, while you, you had to realize that starting something with Cregan, something more formal, would not be possible, at least not on your part.

You are still so in love with your best friend and so hurt that you didn't want to start something with Cregan knowing that you didn't feel anything beyond that for him. You didn't want him to be your distraction, because it wasn't right.

Your distraction was something else, something you still don't know what it is but you desperately need. Until two weeks after what happened with Aemond, that distraction showed up.

At the end of another semester of your career, an exchange program was opened for the next semester with destinations to Winterfell, the Iron Islands, Casterly Rock, Highgarden and Dorne.

There were also destinations to Essos, but you decided it would be best to go to Highgarden since with your excellent academic record, you entered the program with all expenses paid.

At the same time that you would go to classes, you would also have your internship with one of the best psychologists by being his assistant and start training yourself with his cases. You would even get paid for it.

The semester lasts six months, six months away from Kings Landing, that being exactly what you need.

So after going through all the necessary processes, you were finally given a departure date to Highgarden to begin a brief but important chapter in your life.

You gave the news to your parents, who were happy for you, wished you much success, and even let Helaena know who texted you to ask how you were doing. You never tried to talk to him.

And after the day arrives, happy and at ease with yourself, you board the plane taking Vhagar with you and hope that this will help you put it all behind you.

While still at Kings Landing University, in one of the coffee shops on campus, Helaena and Aemond Targaryen enjoy a good coffee, both serious, not talking much, just him and Helaena lost in their thoughts.

Helaena let him know the news and honestly, he doesn't know how to feel.

He is happy for you, but knowing that you are gone and will be back in up to six months, with no more friendship between the two of you, makes him feel even more miserable.

"She's in love with you, you know?"

The sweet voice of his sweet sister makes Aemond, in a fatal state, as if he hadn't slept well for days, raise his gaze towards her without really having much expression.

As Helaena shows him with her gaze how terribly honest she is being with him at that moment.

"She didn't tell me anything, but I just know," she explains.

And Aemond again lowers his gaze, running a hand over his chin, letting out a long breath.

"You really fucked up, Aemond. I can't believe you were such an idiot."

"I know," he says in a low, emotionless whisper, "You don't have to say it again, I know."

"So what then?" she says, "Get that brilliant brain of yours working. You can't be the smartest guy in your class and at the same time the biggest idiot with the girl who has always been there for you."

He shakes his head, only feeling worse just talking about you.

"Hel, I don't want to…

"Are you really going to let her go?"

His sister interrupts him with a look more expectant than ever, watching him attentively, while he swallows hard and observes with a serious and sad look Helaena in front of him.

And he doesn't answer because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't have an answer to that question, mostly because he hadn't thought about it before.

Will I really let her go?

He asks himself, but the truth is… he doesn't know.

Aemond knows it's already too late but he also feels that that's not entirely true. Maybe, just maybe… he has another chance. And his last.

thank you very much for reading and for joining me in this short way, it makes me so happy that you liked cardigan very much, there are more stories for you on the way, wait for them:)

besides, there's still the epilogue, that's when we'll say goodbye to this story for good🥺❣

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morganski-19 · 2 months

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The One with the Ring

(Woah, flashback. This takes place a month after Eddie moves in. Also, since Friends had a lot of flashback episodes, what would y’all like to see as a flashback for this au??)

Eddie stares at the box in his hands, knowing that it’s time. Knowing that he has to get rid of it. It’s useless now. It was barely useful a month ago. Now it was just sitting in his closet, taunting him.

He stands, leaving his room to find Steve sitting on Nancy’s couch with a magazine. “What are you doing here?”

Steve makes a face. “Walls are thin, Robin has a friend over, I lost my earplugs. And I wanted non-shitty coffee.” He takes a sip of the mug that was on the coffee table.

“Ah, makes sense.” Eddie stands there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. He’s still adjusting to this friend group, and he and Steve haven’t hung out one on one that much. For a reason. Eddie can’t trust himself yet.

Eddie walks over to the door, placing the ring box on the table while he puts on his jacket.

“Woah, is that a ring box?” Steve questions, not in a pressuring way. “Didn’t know you moved that fast, Munson.”

“Yeah well,” Eddie sighs. “Not going to be anywhere special anytime soon. About to go pawn it.”

Steve’s face falls. “Shit, sorry. I, I should have realized.” He sets down the magazine, standing and about to walk over to Eddie but decides against it. Instead choosing to lean against the back of the couch with his arms crossed. “Wanna talk about it?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. “We were together for three years. Long distance for the last six months. He got a new job, moved here, I had some things I had to take care of before I could move. I got it done faster than expected, thought I’d surprise him. Saw what I needed to see and left.”

“That fucking sucks. And you were going to propose?” Steve says it in a way that makes Eddie want to tell him everything. He can’t give his heart away just yet. But a friend, he could use that.

He nods, picking up the box and opening it. Looking at the ring he spent so long to pick out, making sure it was perfect. Too much effort for the wrong person. “Yeah. I was so sure he was it for me, but the universe has its way of fucking with me. This was just the latest edition.”

Steve walks over to the shoe rack, sliding off his sneakers and putting them on. He looks at Eddie expectantly. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Eddie looks at him confused.

“To the pawn shop, then the bar. You deserve a drink after what that asshole put you through.”

Eddie huffs. “Don’t remember when I invited you along.”

“You didn’t,” Steve shrugs. “But I know a great pawn shop that won’t stiff you if that’s worth anything good.”

Eddie gives in. “Ok then, lead the way.”

Steve wasn’t wrong. The pawn shop gave him a pretty good amount for the ring. Not as much as he paid for it, but at least comparable. And then Steve buys him a drink. Or three. Makes his day a little bit better.

“So, how’d you find that place?” Eddie asks.

Steve sighs. “You’re not the only one who bought a ring for a terrible person. Only difference is I didn’t know for a few months after I proposed.”

“Shit,” is all that Eddie can find to say.

“Yeah. Saw a message on her phone from her coworker. I’m not a jealous guy, well most of the time, but I had this feeling about him when I met him. He was so flirty and touchy, and she didn’t stop it. But I trusted her, look where that got me.” Steve takes a long sip of his beer. “Looking back, it wasn’t going to work out. We were fresh out of college and going different places. But I still hoped, you know.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, though. She didn’t deserve you.”

“And he didn’t deserve you either.”

“If I were lucky enough to get someone like you, I’d never do anything to let him go.” Eddie knows exactly the look that’s on his face, but he can’t stop it.

Steve smiles at him. “I could say the same thing about someone like you.”

Eddie has to look away before he does something stupid. Has to call it a day after he finishes his drink. They walk back to their building, saying goodbye when they get to their apartments. Eddie leaning on the door as it closes, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

He is so fucked.

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lunasdreamytreats · 6 days

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Best kept secrets

Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW // !PSUDO STEPFATHER/STEPDAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP! don't like, don't read // modern au // legal age-gap (Baizhu's in his late 30's, reader's in their early 20's) // drinking wine // reader calls their mother 'mama' // petnames (darling, little girl / good girl) // daddy kink (u call him it a few times and he calls himself it too) // mentions of drugs and aphrodisiacs // begging // oral (m+f receiving) // fingering // dumbification // bad writing (was still finding my writing style as i began writing and its not fully proofread)

Word count: 3.5k... (jeez i went crazy)

A/N: HBD MY LOVE 🥰 I love Baizhu sm, been planning this bad boy forever. Please enjoy and make sure to read the warnings carefully and lmk if I missed something ❤️

'How did this happen again?' You ask yourself as you accept another kiss from the man you knew as your stepfather. It feels so wrong, until you remember how your own mother is a cheating gold digger herself. Virtually your whole life up until a year ago had been on the move. Your mother would marry rich men who owned whole companies or company branches and either bankrupt them and leave or cause a scandal so they go out of business and leave. Over 19 years you’ve had a total of 10 stepfathers and you've never been really close with any of them.

As far as you know, the most recent one is the only one out of your stepfathers that has more than one source of income. He owns the only pharmacy in town while also working as a doctor. It must be taking longer to burn through it than normal, you thought, since you're still there.

You feel as if you should be grateful that your mother hasn't ruined it yet, because you've grown fond of life in this family. Your little sister Qiqi absolutely adores you as her big sister. Although your not sure if your mother knows about this, but your stepdad, Baizhu, absolutely loves being able to spend his money on you. Whenever you get off work he'll wait outside for you in the car with your favourite music ready to play. He'd drive around town with you for half an hour before going to pick Qiqi up from school. If you saw anything you wanted while driving, he'd tell you to quickly jump out and buy it with his card.

“Sweetie I don't care how much it costs if you want it I'll gladly get it for you.” Is what he'd say if you tried to protest in any way, in the end, you’ve just accepted it as him wanting to spoil you. Baizhu was very different to any of your other stepfathers, for one, he's making an effort to bond with you..... Oh and he's young, well, young compared to the others. At only 35 when they got married, he was 2 years your mother’s junior and 17 years your senior.

The 4 of you lived a fairly drama-free life up until tonight, when Baizhu came back home after dropping sweet Qiqi off at her best friend Yaoyao's house for her very first sleepover. He came in and asked you to come downstairs and sit on the couch, saying he needed to ask you about something important. You promptly closed the game you were playing and put the controller back, coming down to see Baizhu in the kitchen with a bottle of white wine and 2 glasses.

“Oh? What's the special occasion, Dad?” You asked before sitting back down with him.

“It's about your mother, (Y/N).” You froze slightly, wanting to ask him if anything bad happened to her. However, before you could speak, he placed one of the full glasses of wine into your hand.

"Do you know if she cheated on any of your other stepfathers, like any one of them?"

“Well I don't know for certain, but I've got a feeling she cheated on all of them, including my father.” You lifted the glass of wine up to the light and swirled the liquid around before continuing.

“Right when she leaves them, I found that either their companies crumbled, or they declared bankruptcy. Some less than 6 months after their wedding. It's happened way too many times to be a total coincidence.” Looking over at him, you saw a small sigh leave his lips as his eyes met yours. The low light of the lamps on the wall adjacent to him made his golden irises glow. ‘Oh fuck that's really pretty.... h-hold on a god damn second, that's your stepdad your talking about, dumbass!’ You quickly shook the thought out of your head and took a sip of wine to distract yourself.

“Why'd ya ask?”

“I saw your mother with someone and they were talking about how long until they can run off together....” You always had a feeling she had an accomplice her little scheme, but a whole ass lover all these years? Baizhu leaned forward in order to put the wine glass back on the counter and shifted to face you.

“Thank you for telling me this, my darling.” Eh why the lovey dovey language? He seems to be awfully calm for someone who just found out what a horrible person his wife is.

“Dad.... now that you've caught mama, when do you want us out of here by?”

“Hm? Why would I kick you out, darling?” Again with the darling! Is this really how fathers express their affection towards their children?

“I-I just thought since she's cheating on you, you wouldn't want her or her child arou-!” He's laughing? How? You thought he'd be annoyed. And yet here he is, not only not giving a toss about the current situation, he's laughing at it.... Why?

“Do you think I'd leave my cute, sweet little girl all alone without someone that loves her like I do? No no no darling. Besides, this is the best time to show you something that I've been planning this last year.” What could that be? You wondered. Come to think of it, from his plans for Qiqi's birthday party to things he's overheard at work, he's never kept anything a secret from you. He stood up and retrieved a piece of paper from inside a safe in the wall that he hid behind his back so you couldn't see what was written on it. As he sat back down, you managed to catch a small glimpse of the contents of the paper, you saw your signature there and what you can only assume is Baizhu's, both written in black ink next to each other at the bottom of the page.

'Oh! He must be holding the adoption papers we signed after the wedding'. You had another quick glance at the paper again before he folded it up and set it down on the table.... What?? You must be hallucinating because your pretty sure the words 'certificate of marriage' were at the top of the page. Hang on, if that's a marriage certificate, then why did you clearly see your signature next to Baizhu's?

“Did you see it, my darling?” Baizhu's words brought you back into the moment at hand, oh, that and his hand resting on your waist. The small gesture causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. “You’re my real wife. And you have been all this time.”

“How?” The reality of this situation hitting you like a boulder made your voice go hoarse, coming out like a broken cry. How was he able to hide something so big for so long? “How did I not notice it?”

“I'll be honest, I only got close to your mother so I could be with you, my darling. I knew what your mother was when I saw her, now she's the only one in the dark about it.” Baizhu's voice broke through the stifling silence around us. This is so weird, you’ve always thought your stepdad was a nice man, in personality, heart and looks. And you’ve told your friends about how you'd like your future partner to be like him. So should you go along with it?

“B-But what about the wedding night? Didn't you and mama have sex?”

“Nope, she ran off after the ceremony, I spent the night in your room.”

“W-what!? How the fuck did I not feel you?”

“Not when you've taken the deep sleep elixir I put in your food. I’d put it in whenever I knew your mother was going out for the night.”

“Oh, so that's why I hardly remember those nights.”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you don't know what to make of a situation, darling. I wonder what your reaction is going to be when I do this?” With no warning, Baizhu pulled you closer, onto his lap, and kissed your neck. The bold action made you gasp in shock. While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to catch you off guard again and kiss your lips. The kiss was just as he was, gentle and full of passion, yet demanding. Letting you know that although he’s being gentle, he’s still the one in control. He’s holding you so soft and tenderly, it makes this kiss feel like a natural part of life. Like your forgetting you two had a completely different relationship before...

That's how it came to you and your stepd- no, your husband making out in the open space of the living room. :)

'This isn't wrong. He's my husband.' You told yourself as you kissed him back. The grip his hands have on the flesh of your hips was so soft, as if he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. Which, in a way, was true. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the reason you were in pain. As the kiss deepened, he felt more comfortable in exploring your body. His hands gently glide up your body before setting on your chest. His hands circle your body to where the dress zipper and bra clasp were.

As his arms pulled you closer, his fingers grazed the bit of exposed skin, making you shiver at the contact. Pulling away from your lips, Baizhu looked at you with love filled eyes and ran his finger over the neckline of your dress before hooking a finger on it and tugging at the fabric.

“My darling, can I?” He asked, rather breathless from the deep kiss. You could only nod in response until you find your voice. That was another way that Baizhu shows he cares, he was patient when you couldn’t get your words out. It was a thing you had struggled with for most of your life. And although it was a small gesture, it was something that mama never bothered to get right.

“Y-Yes daddy~” You managed to whisper a response, your head already felt dizzy and the neck kisses didn't help. Hearing daddy leave your mouth must’ve awakened something primal in him. With a newfound spark of lust in his eyes and a tightened grasp on you, his teeth grazed the skin of your shoulders. You reached behind your back to start unzipping your dress, only for your wrists to be pulled away and held back in one of his hands, while the other pulled the zip down slowly.

“Shhh~ darling, let daddy take care of you now.” An uncomfortable thought came into your head; ‘what if mama came back without warning to see her daughter, clothes slipping off, on her ‘stepdad’s’ lap making out with him?’ But don’t worry, Baizhu has a plan to deal with her if she comes back early. There’s no chance he’d allow this perfect moment to slip through his fingers again. After he pulled the zipper went all the way down, Baizhu started to gently draw circles on your newly exposed skin. The heat building up between your legs was getting frustrating, so you started to rub your clit on Baizhu's thigh to relieve yourself. Until he noticed and gently held your hips in place.

“Darling, I thought you’d let me take over tonight.. you know what happens to bad little girls that don't obey their daddies, don't you, darling?” Baizhu whispered, gently kissing the shell of your ear before continuing, “They. get. punished.” Taping your shoulder blade with each word. Each tap of his finger sent electrifying waves of pleasure down your whole body. You can’t help but lean into his touch, drunk on how quickly you crumbled under his teasing. One thing was for certain, however, the pleasure you felt was unreplicable.

“M'sorry daddy.. don’t punish me, I-I’ll b’good, please..!” You plead, hoping he’d be merciful on you. Since nobody can blame you for being needy. After a few minutes of drawing circles on your back, your dress and bra went flying off you, yelping when the cool air collided with your breasts. Smirking, Baizhu gave your hips a squeeze as his lips left a trail of kisses from your jawline down your chest, before latching onto the hardening nipple. Swirling around it with his tongue, he copied the motion on the other with his fingers, tugging whenever he sucked. All night, Baizhu had been focusing on giving pleasure to your most sensitive spots, like he already had a mental map of where he should focus on.

While your attention was taken up by the stimulation to your breasts, Baizhu let his free hand snake down, across your tummy to settle between your legs. One touch of his slender fingers to your puffy folds sent you jolting forward into his neck with a moan. Thing is, that one touch was only light, nothing much to most people. But to you? Mind-numbing. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive to anything before.... it’s like your sensitivity to touch became enhanced. Could Baizhu have given you something to do this?

“You like that, don't you, darling? Good girl. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-You daddy, s’you makin me feel good”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” With every word, he swiped the pad of his thumb against the nub of your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into his hand with newfound lust. Like your body was chasing after his touch after he retracted his thumb. Baizhu's fingers ghosted over the outline of your clit, prodding at your hole. Easing the tip of his index finger inside while holding you steady. When your body relaxed, letting him know you were comfortable with him inside, Baizhu pushed you to the couch so you were laying on your back with him on top. The hand that’d been holding you steady now moved from your lower back to hold your cheek softly, catching any tears that fell over your eyes.

“Fuuck, you're clamping on me so tight.. I’ve barely even started with you, never thought a little foreplay would be all it takes to get you begging for me so soon, darling.” Don’t mind him though, he’s just being all mean and teasing you! He began slowly moving his finger in and out, slightly curving it to graze your soft inner walls. He added a second finger gently, stretching them apart in a scissor motion and continuing to touch places you couldn't dream of being able to touch on your own.

“Fuuck~ ur fingers~ s'deep!” It almost felt uncomfortable, keyword almost. The tender kisses Baizhu left along your body made any kind of discomfort you felt fade away. That is until a strange feeling came creeping into the pit of your stomach. A twisting and churning sensation like a knot threatening to make your insides explode.

“Ha~~! A-Ahh! D-Daddy, feels weird..!”

“Oh? A weird feeling, you say? That's your orgasm building up, darling.” His thumb quickly swiped against the sensitive nub of your clit, “Now be a good little girl and cum for me...” Your eyes peeped open at his words, only for stars to invade your vision as the knot came undone over his fingers and the couch. Your fucked out expression caused Baizhu to smirk in satisfaction, taking pride in being the only person to ever make you orgasm; other than yourself, of course.

“Good girl... ” Baizhu glanced down to where you both connected, taking note of how his wrist was now slightly wet... Did you squirt over him? Or was it sweat? This encounter certainly left you catching your breath.. Your body twitched sporadically as your walls finally began to relax around his fingers, and you sighed in satisfaction. Feeling you come down from your high, Baizhu gently pulled his fingers out, awestruck at your essence which was now dripping down his digits.

“Daddy... love you” You reached your hands out and Baizhu took them in his own, helping your sit up and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Love you too, darling. Cuddles?” He asked, holding his arms out so you could come to him if you wanted. You practically jumped up and slid into his lap, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. ‘Oh, you’re the type to get all cute and cuddly after sexual encounters...’ Baizhu thought, but that’s fine, he’d give all the cuddles you could ever need if you asked. You feel him gently smile on the top of your head alongside wrapping his arms around your middle.

Of course, with all that Baizhu’s done for you tonight, you couldn’t just ignore how hard this encounter made him. His dick throbbed against the cloth holding it back, simply begging for him to do something to relieve it.

“Daddy, lemme help, wanna help it..” You attempted to slip off his lap to kneel between his legs, fully prepared to help him. But he tightens his hold on your body, preventing you from moving much.

“No darling, y’can help me from here.” Baizhu reassured, moving the fabric that concealed his cock out the way. It bounced back against his abdomen, splashing a little precum over his stomach. Your eyes widened, you’ve seen dicks before, (in sex-ed class), but nothing like this. His dick was much bigger than anything you ’ve seen, and certainly bigger than you think you can take. Noticing your unease, Baizhu gently took your wrist and brought your hand to touch it.

“Lemme do it with you, darling... help me feel good too, yeah?” With one arm still holding you tightly, Baizhu’s other hand joined yours, guiding you in jerking him off. Even under two people’s grips, his dick still twitched and pulsed against your hand. Biting your lip, you lean your head down to press small kisses and kitten licks to his swollen, red tip. You looked up at him, still with his tip nestled snuggly in your mouth, eyes trying to convey what you want; for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

At first, poor Baizhu didn’t know what to say; he didn’t want to lose his composure and ram into you so hard that it became more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the look in your eyes conveyed that you were actually begging him to lose it. He let out a long, shaky breath before moving the hand that had been on his cock to hold your hair out of your face. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath...

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much for you, ok darling?” You nodded and began easing more of him into your mouth. He almost couldn’t think straight with just his tip in your mouth, but seeing you slightly struggle to fit him in drove his size kink mad. Baizhu’s fingers raked through your soft hair before setting at the top of your neck, taking control back from you and moving your head along his shaft.

Muffled whimpers and gags mixed with Baizhu’s groans made it easy to lose oneself in ecstasy, so you never noticed the small commotion happening on the other side of the door; never noticed the amused smile on your lover’s face upon realising the trap he and the millelith set achieved it’s intended outcome. Not that you were meant to know about any of this anyway...

“Sh-! Shit, on your knees, darling” You nodded and slid his cock out of your mouth to get into position, obediently for your husband. Baizhu rose from the sofa, guiding his dick back into your mouth as soon as you settled down. This time, he allowed himself the chance to thrust his hips into your mouth, meeting the pace you originally set. His thrusts started slow and deep, becoming more desperate as the pleasure built up.

“god.. m’gonna cum darling” Baizhu’s hold on your hair tightened, pulling at the strands that were wrapped around his slender fingers. He had to lean against the nearest cabinet since his thighs were twitching so much, his legs might’ve given out on him. You have to say, Baizhu’s groans of raw pleasure were a melody you’d never get tired of hearing. Baizhu abruptly pulled out from your mouth, gently taking your hand off from his thigh to place it on his heavy, aching cock.

“Finish it off, darling.. y’did so well, wanna cum on your pretty face..” You nodded and dragged your hand across his dick, feeling the way the large bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed with need. You leaned a little further up, enough to press your lips against the sensitive skin just underneath his tip. Baizhu’s grip on your hair tightened as his free hand grasped his cock, giving it a few languid pumps.

“Keep still, sweet girl,” He could barely get the words out before the tight coil inside his slender body snapped. Creamy white cum painted your face in spurts and globs, a testament to the adoration that Baizhu had harboured for you for so long.

#omg first original genshin fic on here?#whats gotten into me 😱#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin baizhu #baizhu x reader #baizhu smut #♡Baizhu♡

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thiscrying · 9 months

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She looks like fun.

single chapter: kenny.

━━ 🥢 A/N : I am writing this at 04:46 in the morning as a way to thank the repercussion in my other posts, I never really expected that I would receive so many likes, since I am new here, love you all of you and thank you for all the support.

━━ 🍷 WARNINGS : NSFW, bad cliché story

━━ 💋 SYNOPSIS : "dance as if somebody is watching, 'cause they are."

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You were at a big party, you didn't really know anyone and you were only there because you needed to get together since you're new in the city, people seemed to have a really good energy and the atmosphere of that place was really nice so you decided to buy a drink to let go more. As you walk to the bar in your high heels, you notice some guys staring at you, this felt fucking amazing. "Hi! Can I get a mojito, please?" You said, standing at the bar and turning to see people dancing behind you, it seems that everyone is pretty excited to be here. You notice a blonde-haired boy in a orange parka staring at you, he looked confident and he got even hotter when he smiled at you. You get your drink and walk confidently with your black short dress to the dance floor, as you start dancing, you notice looks fixed on you, also listen to some compliments and superficially hear a interesting conversation that caught your attention. "Fuck, I've never seen this girl here before" A dark-haired boy said, looking at you with his eyes widened. "I've never seen anyone dance like this, look how she moves her hips, dude" "Yeah man, she must be wild in bed, and look at those tits, bro" You keep dancing while listening people talking about you, you felt like the main character for the first time in you whole life. Then suddenly, a group of girls approaches you. "Hey girl, you look totally amazing" A blonde girl with a red dress said, you were too drunk to remember this conversation the next day so you just listened to her. "Yeah we were talking about that, we've never seen you here, are you new here?" This girl asked, playing with her, are they friends? You ask yourself, trying to get your mind off your thoughts and answer her. "I actually am! I came from another country" You said, taking a sip from your mojito, it tastes different but still good. "That kind of explains why you dance so well, have you been interested in someone already?" The brunette said curious with a cute smile on her face, you couldn't hear much because of the loud music, but you still understood some words. "Well, there are a lot of hot people around here, especially the girls" You answered laughing a bit because of the alcohol, you didn't had any kind of expectations about him, it still worth a try. "But there's this specific guy, i haven't taken my eyes off from him since I got here" You point to him and he waved for you, smiling again. "Oh, Kenny? The blonde one? He's a man whore, i could totally make it for you" When you hear her words, you started smiling automatically, Bebe looked at Wendy smirking. "And if you really want to know, he has also been keeping an eye on you since you stepped here, most people have been, but he in particular? He didn't take his eyes off you for a minute" Really? he seemed so out of my league! "Would you really do this to me? Thank you so much! I'll go grab another drink" You walked away from the girls, left your mojito glass on the bar table and asked for another one. The blonde boy you were interested in approaches you, the lights were reflecting at his hair and face. "Hey cutie, do i know you?"

"Well, not at all! I'm new here" You could barely hear his words, but you still answered "You're kind of my type, you know? Can I get you a drink? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kenny, and you are?" Kenny said, kissing your hand. He had such an intense look that I could spend hours looking without getting tired. "I'm Y.N and it's my pleasure." Looking deeply in your eyes, he just approached your face, staying a few inches away from your lips. "Should we go to somewhere else to know each other better?" God! He was so attractive, i could kiss him right now. "I have a better idea..." You push him and drag him to the dance floor, dancing wildly on him as he presses your waist, you take a quick look at Bebe and she gives you a wink, you knew exactly what you had to do. "You look so fucking hot" He approaches your lips and press it a kiss while the loud music plays, thus pinning you to the nearest wall and intensifying your kiss, he was definitely one of your best kisses, his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your thighs and making you want more and more. Separating yourself only by shortness of breath, after a while kissing, you notice a boner in his pants. "Will you fix this?" You didn't answer him and you just holded his hand and took him to the bathroom, locking the door and making him sit on the toilet lid.

"Get on your knees, princess." You without stalling too much, did what he asked, he smiles eagerly, lowering his head to kiss you once more before reaching into his underwear and pulling out his hardened member. "Will you take it all?" You nodded with your head and his breath hitches sharply when you begin licking him. "Oh god..." He breathes heavily, running his fingers through your hair as you continue pleasuring him. He wasn't caring about people hearing him, he lets out an audible moan as you wrap your mouth around his shaft, sucking gently while stroking it slowly. You stand up and starts undressing yourself, taking off your dress and climbing on his lap. As you start moving, bouncing up and down on his erection, he moans loudly. "Fuck Y.N!" He grips your waist tightly, unable to control his movements as you ride him. "This feels amazing." He groans deeply, gripping your hips tighter as he thrusts upwards meeting each bounce of yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he continues pounding away inside you. His breathing becomes heavier as sweat drips roll from his forehead. He smirks devilishly, pushing you off his lap and flipping you over onto your stomach. He pins your wrists above your head, pinning them in place with one hand while he slides himself back inside you with the other. "You like that, don't you? Being taken by me like this?" He leans down and begins to nibble on your neck, moaning deeply as he slides himself in and out, hard and fast, causing you to let out moans of pleasure each time he hits your g-spot. "That's it, let it out. Scream for me." He teases, to rubbing your clit slowly. He looks at you with an evil grin, knowing exactly what he has planned next. "I see... Someone is getting crazy with this big fat ass" He was looking into your eyes and squeezing your butt "Oh I am definitely getting crazy with your big fat ass" He growled seductively before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every nook and cranny he could find. "Oh, I can feel that, Y.N. I can feel the heat radiating off of you. You're so turned on right now" He moved back slightly so he could look deep into your eyes. "Tell me how much you want me inside of you." He demanded playfully, pressing himself harder against you, he let go of one leg and grabbed both sides of your hips firmly, pulling you towards him forcefully. "Beg for it, sweetheart. Beg for what you need now." he commanded sternly, staring deeply into your eyes as he pushed himself inside of you. "Please Kenny, fuck me!" He smiles smugly, reaching around behind you and grabbing hold of your ass firmly. "Good girl." He begins rubbing himself against you slowly, enjoying every second of your reaction. So, he puts everything inside you at once, picking up the pace and slapping your ass. "F-Fuck Ken! I'm getting close!" He grabs your tits and plays with your nipples, making you moan louder and cum all over his dick. The feeling of your walls tightening around him makes him cum too. "Now, put on your clothes before they think we died here" he says, laughing and putting his clothes back too. "Hello, you pervs! We heard everything!" You come across Bebe and Wendy waiting for you at the bathroom door, you got into serious trouble.

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This is definitely shit, i hate this so much, I wrote in the form of thanks for the repercussion in my last posts, I love you! 💘

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unabashegirl · 9 months

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Enticing 27 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

—all chapters of Enticing —

Author’s note: Hello everyone, I know that last chapter I dropped a huge bomb on everyone, and things are just going to continue getting crazier. Anyway, here is another chapter. Please enjoy!

word count 1.9K

“There is no way,” she said to Patrick as she struggled to pull her phone out of her back pocket. “How?” Y/N whispered to herself, and she looked for the app that she used to track her cycle. Her mind trying to remember the last time she had slept with Harry and if they had used a condom. More importantly, she couldn’t remember if she had taken her pill that night. She usually took it after dinner around eight, but they had been so drunk that night.

“When a man and a woman—”

“Shut up, Patrick!” Y/N didn’t need his dry humor at the time. Her mind was cloudy and heard her heartbeat like a drum in her chest. She ran her hands across her face as she no longer left her legs and could only hear her own heartbeat.

“Breath, Y/N” Patrick tried to call her down, seeing that her face had gone pale, and she could barely hold her torso up. “Look at me” He commanded her, “breath just like me”.

“I- I can’t be pregnant,” She said in between heavy breaths, “there is no way. I've always been so careful.” It was as if she was trying to convince herself. No one could deny that she had always been exceptionally careful to drink her pill ever since her mother had put her on it. “I might not be pregnant. My gynecologist always said I would have trouble getting pregnant if I ever wanted to have kids.” It had hurt her to hear it, but she had accepted it. She reminded herself that the doctor had said trouble and not can’t.

“You know what you need to do.” Patrick said, “You need to take a test”.

“What if I am?” She covered her mouth, still shocked that it could be a possibility, “What am I going to do? I am not ready to be a mom! I don’t even have a job!” She explained.

“You are making assumptions based on nothing. First things first let’s go buy you a pregnancy test” Patrick got off the bench, determined to help her best friend figure out her future. He knew that if Y/N were pregnant and decided to have the baby, she would need to contact Harry. Patrick also knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, convincing her to tell him.

They crossed the street to a pharmacy, Y/N walked past the pregnancy test aisle and stopped before it. She stared at the army of them, and she still couldn’t process it all. She decided to buy blue ones that were digital.

“You should take another” Patrick suggested, after he had picked a bunch of snacks and drinks for the night. He knew it was going to be a long one. “In case that one it’s defective”. So, Y/N takes another one with a different mechanism for an answer.

“Patrick,” she said after they had paid and were on their way to the apartment. “I can’t raise a baby on my own.” Patrick hooked arms with her and kissed her head.

“You are not alone” he insisted, “I know you feel very alone because of everything that has happened with Harry, but you still got people around you. Plus, I am sure that Harry wouldn’t let you raise him on your own. He seems like a responsible father”.

Y/N didn’t say anything else until they were back in the warmth of their apartment. She was too busy thinking about Harry’s reaction. Oliver hadn’t even turned a year. He couldn’t possibly want another baby, especially after everything they had said to one another.

Patrick played some music and took all the snacks and placed them on the coffee table. He wanted to set the scene and wanted it to be the least stress-free possible. He was also nervous for her. Patrick had always heard her life plans and none of them involved an unwanted pregnancy. He was also sure that Y/N wouldn’t have the heart to go through an abortion. A guilty conscience would eat her away. It was just the way that she was wired especially after spending so much time with kids.

“Ready?” He asked her as she plopped down on the couch. “To pee on the stick?” he clarified.

“My bladder isn’t full” she pouted, “What are we doing?!”.

“I don’t even know” Patrick exhaled, “But here. Drink up” he handed her a large fruit punch Gatorade.

“Why do I feel like you want me to actually be pregnant?” Y/N asked she took the cap off the drink.

“Because I think you will be a wonderful mother if you are pregnant.” She smiled at her best friend and started to chug the Gatorade. It was actually quite nice. After all the nausea that she had been experiencing, it was very hydrating.

Halfway through drinking it, she left the need to go.

“Here” Patrick handed her the test and allowed her to do her business in the bathroom. After she peed successfully on the stick she paced on the counter after covering it with some paper towels.

“Set a timer for three minutes,” Y/N said as she walked out of the bathroom. Patrick nodded and diligently placed a timer on her phone.

They only needed to wait three minutes, but it felt eternal. Y/N started walking across the room trying to make the time go faster. On the other hand, Patrick just started shoving chips into his mouth, wanting to bite into something crunchy. It was quiet in the room aside from the chips and the soft music playing in the background.

The phone ringing startled them both out of their daze.

“I don't want to look” She confessed as she walked up to the bathroom and exited right back around.

“Do you want me to check for you?” He offered even though his hands were shaking, and he knew he would probably read it wrong and drop it a few times.

“No. This is something I should do” Y/N nodded and took two deep breaths before going to pick it up. Patrick waited for a few minutes for her reaction, but it never came.

“So?” He yelled from the living room, but once again it was dead quiet. So, Patrick pushed the bag of chips off his legs and got up. She was starting there looking at the test over and over again.

Patrick looked over his shoulder and gasped, couldn’t believe his eyes. In his defense, he had never seen a positive test before. It read ‘PREGNANT’ and under said 1–2 weeks.

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath as he wrapped his arms around her front behind.

“Holy shit,” she said too.

Life after Y/N had left a sour taste in his mouth. It had been incredibly hard for everyone in the house.

Harry hadn’t been able to provide the comfort that Y/N gave Oliver, and he had been sleeping horribly since that night. The first few nights Harry had come close to start crying with him. It broke his heart to see his son so distraught about losing his favorite person. Sometimes, he felt like Oliver was more her son than his because he certainly preferred her over him. Things eventually got easier; Harry made sure to follow his schedule, handwritten by Y/N that was posted on the fridge.

However, even if Oliver started adapting to her absence from Harry things got worse. The void that Y/N had felt in his life was more than noticeable. He would lay in bed and turn to his side and could only remember how she would shuffle her body closer to his in search of heat in the middle of the night. He hated waking up to an empty bed. The apartment was cold and lifeless.

“Mr. Styles?” Andrew said as he entered his office with a tray with his favorite breakfast. Harry held his head with his hands, while his elbows rested on his desk. He exhaled loudly and pulled his head up. “How about some breakfast?”

“Thank you, Andrew,” he said to him as he placed the tray on his desk. He wasn’t hungry, but he knew that Andrew was just trying to lift his mood a little. He had never seen him so heartbroken and even though Andrew hadn’t seen him shed a tear, he could tell that he was going through a rough moment. The bag under his eyes, the loss of appetite, the long hours working, and the fact that his suits were hanging off him since he had stopped going to the gym because of lack of energy.

“If you don’t mind me, speaking out of topic here” he carefully said, “perhaps you should give her a call? Or reach out to her? And she is just waiting for you.” Harry pursed his lips and Andrew thought that he was going to yell at him or fire him. He had been very on edge ever since they returned from Italy for obvious reasons.

“I’ve already called her, Andrew. Unfortunately, it seems like she had blocked me from reaching her which only means she wants nothing to do with me.” Harry attempted to call her the next day after their breakup. He wanted to talk to her and apologize for asking like a maniac, but the call never went through. Harry went through Instagram, but he was blocked there too, and on every social media. So, he recurred to an email even though he knew that she never checked them.

Andrew frowned and couldn't believe the extent that Y/N had gone to shut him out of her life. He personally didn’t know what he had done to anger her in that way, so he couldn’t speculate. He just couldn’t believe that the love that they had for one another had banished so quickly and so easily. Andrew was just sure of one thing and that was that Harry loved her endlessly and that he would forgive him in a heartbeat.

It was the next morning after Y/N had found out that she was pregnant when she received an email to her work email. The email had woken her up from her slumber. Patrick had decided to take a personal day, to take care of Y/N since he knew that she was struggling emotionally. And luckily, he stayed because the email that she had just received destabilized her emotionally.

“What happened?” Patrick ran to her room as she heard her sobbing uncontrollably.

Y/N handed him her phone, showing her an email that the nanny agency had sent her after she had applied to another family.

“Dear Ms. Y/L/N, thank you for submitting your interest in working for the Sinclair family. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to give you this job or any other job of this kind in the upcoming future. It has come to our attention that you have had an interpersonal relationship with the father of the last family assigned. May we remind you that it’s a violation of the code of conduct of our employees and therefore we will be terminating your contract with our agency. We wish you the best.”

“What have I gotten myself into Patrick?” She sobbed as the tears streamed down her face...

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wolfsbanesparks · 10 months

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I'm curious and making a seperate post about the forgotten and older Captain Marvel characters from the past comics, but what are your thoughts on them? A bunch of them aren't even used anymore, but have so much potential to them if they're ever brought back.

Like Joane Jameson, apparently she was Billy and Captain Marvel's secretary at Whiz Radio, who knew of both of his identities and helped them. I really like this idea and think it would really be useful for a Billy Batson that's a street kid and constantly wary of adults who might want to turn him back in to the foster system, she provides a safe example for Billy to look up to and actually trust. Not just that, but she could also provide assistance for Billy/Captain Marvel on missions, things he may lack insight on or informing him of villainous attacks/incidents.

Are there any characters you wish to see be brought back to the present day comics or see them be included in fanfictions more? I also really like the idea of Dr. Sivana's children be brought back into the action more, especially Beautia, since she's actually a good person (from what I remember) and on good terms with the Captain

So it's taken me literally forever to answer this because every time I do I go down a mini research rabbit hole about older/unused characters because there are SO many that I would like to see more of.

My thoughts under the cut because it got long.

This isn't even everyone, but it's a lot of cool underutilized characters I'd love to see brought back.

Because of the number of characters, I'm splitting them into categories for ease of reading:

Civilians

Cissie Sommerly: Billy's girlfriend and the niece of his boss Sterling Morris (who also needs to used more tbh) She is a sweetheart who loves her little brother (Pete) and is very kind hearted. She didn’t get much development in the older comics, but she often had to deal with Billy and Cap’s shenanigans. I would love to see more of her!

The Sivana kids Beautia, Georgia, Thad Jr, and Magnificus: we recently got an adult Georgia in the New Champion of Shazam but I want to see the whole family together! And exploring their family dynamics with only half of them being supervillains would be so fun! They love each other but it's complicated. Georgia and Thad jr were basically parallels to Mary and Captain Marvel Jr and that was a fun balance. Meanwhile Beautia and Magnificus weren't really interested in their father's evil scheme though they gkt roped into them sometimes. And of course Beautia's crush on Captain Marvel causes problems but she's still awesome and even tutors Billy for school.

Sunny Sparkle: basically he was so universally beloved by everyone who met him that they just gave him things. Bank robbers would just hand him their stolen cash. Car jackers would give him the keys. He was gifted so much stuff every day that Billy had to help him donate and sell stuff regularly. In modern comics, I think it'd be cool if he was unknowingly a metahuman whose power was being hypnotically charming.

Freckles Marvel: she was Uncle Dudley's niece and despite not having powers, liked to tag along on adventures especially with Mary. She's a lot like Darla with her upbeat little sister energy. I can see them being friends in modern comics (or maybe even related since they both have the last name Dudley)

Dexter Knox: a child prodigy and inventor who was good friends with Billy. He's basically the smartest person in Fawcett and he loves showcasing his inventions to Billy.

Villains

Arson Fiend: an insurance salesman that uses extortion and threats of arson to meet his sales quota. He drinks a potion that gives him fire powers which he uses to commit arson against people who didn’t buy insurance from him. We've talked a bit about his connection to other Captain Marvel villains like Lady Blaze who healed him and gave him his powers back when he lost them. He's such a simply evil character that works really well for comics.

Chain Lightning: a teenager with multiple personalities and the power to control lightning. She has 4 personalities: Amy (the "main" alter), Amber (the more angry/volatile alter who protects the system), the Inner Child (no name besides that but encapsulates their child like wonder), and ID (the embodiment of their id, thus more impulsive than the others). She actually absorbs some of the Marvel’s magic lightning which allows her alters to temporarily have their own bodies. Amy is in love with Captain Marvel Jr because he saved her life, but the other alters are more wary of him, especially Amber. While any adaptation of Chain Lightning needs to be conscious of the ableism that happens when depicting a system, I think there's a lot of great potential with this character.

Sabina: she is technically from the Trials of Shazam not Fawcett comics, but I think she's cool. Basically she was raised by a cult called the Council of Merlin. She was destined to be 10th in line to receive the powers of Shazam so she starts killing those ahead of her in the order to ensure that once Billy was mo longer the Champion the powers would go to her. But when Billy was transitioning to become the Wizard he chose Freddy as his Champion, bypassing Sabina and the predestined order of things. So Sabina decides to kill Freddy AND the gods he was going to get his powers from. She's so evil and cool and I really like her design. I definitely think there's a way to bring her back.

Fawcett Heroes: there are a ton of fun characters that weren’t necessarily Captain Marvel characters but were part of the same world before he was a DC property.

Bulletman and Bulletgirl: literally Billy’s favorite superheros! He reads their comics and everything! They were very popular at the time, Whiz comics second most popular characters behind the Marvels. They are a husband and wife duo that gave themselves superpowers (strength, durability etc) which they use to fight crime, particularly supernatural villains.

Mr Scarlet and Pinky: Brian and Pinky Butler are a father-son vigilante duo. They were so good at their jobs that Brian barely had any work as a district attorney because of such low crime rates. They were basically a working class version of Batman and Robin. They're good friends with the Marvel family and when Mary got her first solo series, part of the advertising was having Pinky send her pen pal letters inviting her to have new adventures with him and the other Fawcett characters.

Ibis the Invincible: an Egyptian prince whose mummy was uncovered and brought back to life (by Shazam). He uses the Ibistick, an extremely powerful magical wand, to help people as he adjusts to modern life. He can do just about anything as long as he has his wand and often gets thrown in the middle of conflicts between gods.

Kid Eternity: aka Kit Freeman, Freddy’s long lost little brother with ghost powers! After dying in a boating accident when he wasn’t supposed to, he was brought back and given powers as compensation. He can summon spirits, turn invisible, and become intangible, though his powers shifted over time. He's such a cool character and he deserves more love!

Whew that was a lot! If anyone else has characters to add (and I know there are many) I would love to hear about it! And if any of these characters intrigue you I encourage you to check them out and sneak them into your fics!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #fawcett comics #forgotten and underutilized characters #we need to see more of these guys #so many of the Fawcett comics characters have been tossed to the side despite being so cool #and the marvel fam's supporting cast has just been gutted in favor of cameos from other DC characters

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 1

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 2

(Not my photo)

Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 668

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

The sound of meowing filled your ears as you unlocked and quickly shut the door to make sure no cats escaped behind you. You made your way to the staff room, practically dancing over the furry fiends so as not to trip; it truly was a skill to behold. After you changed into your uniform, you greeted your coworkers and the cats that rubbed against your legs. It really was a skill to have, being able to not trip over the small furry creatures that covered almost every surface. The cafe had a lot of stray cats. Your coworker Hina switched the sign from CLOSED to OPEN and moved to stand beside you at the entrance to greet the customers as they walked in, and your coworkers led people to the free tables or booked-out rooms. The cafe you worked at was pretty popular, which meant that with so many people coming in, the building had to get bigger to hold more people. At this point, the owners should just buy an office building to really hold everyone who wants to come in. The cafe also had rooms for parties or big groups, and that waitlist was quite long today, though they had one of the high school volleyball teams. If you remember correctly, it was Nekoma, which was kind of funny since this was a cat cafe. This was the topic of Hina and your conversation this morning.

"I heard that their team is full of good-looking players." Hina gushed to you with a small flush on her face. Her eyes lit up as she remembered something. "I also heard that one of their players is half-Russian and half-Japanese!" You hummed to show that you were still listening as you petted your favorite calico cat, Yui. She was this little thing with gorgeous golden eyes. As you were petting her, you heard the door chime. Standing up, you looked over and saw a big group of people wearing matching jackets. "Hello and welcome to Pawsitive Café! You must be the Nekoma volleyball team, right?" You wait for confirmation before both you and Hina start leading them to the room they booked. You didn't really look at any of the members when they first walked in, but once you had looked up as you unlocked and opened the door for them, you saw the towering captain (a lot of social media accounts that came up on your feed said he kind of resembled a rooster) and a small man beside him. The smaller man's hair was two-toned, and it kind of reminded you of pudding, with his gold eyes that were almost identical to Yui's. Although the man looked like he really didn't want to be there, you realized that you were staring and that the man had caught you staring. You felt your cheeks flush and quickly turned your face away, just missing the confused look on his face. Hina saw the whole interaction, and a smile that you would call maniacal spread across her face before she quickly turned it into a sweet smile. "I'm Hina, and this is Y/N, and we'll be your servers today. If you need anything, this little button will alert us to the devices on our belts." Hina pointed at a small circular white button with a little gray phone on it that was attached to the wall, while you pointed at the one on your waist. The two of you begin handing out the stack of menus you were holding to the sides of the table that you were assigned to. "While you guys are deciding on what to eat or drink, Y/N and I will go fetch some cats." The two of you smiled before Hina grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room. When you got far enough from the room, she started asking questions. "What was that?" "What was what?" You looked at her confused, not knowing what she was asking you about.

(It's in parts because tumblr won't let me post the whole thing)

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x female reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader

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hi girl, how are you? I hope ur fine and that everything's perfectly okay, i got some questions, if u don't mind answering.

so on September it's my freshman year, im so excited, and especially bcz im going to a new school, which means new people, new experiences and stuff.

Ik high school isn't as perfect as i see it in movies, and that my skl won't take us on a road trip and leave us all alone so we can have fun 💀 but i was wondering if u had any tips for high skl.

I also kinda wanna have a glow up, both physical and mental, during summer, and since ur a whole glowup guru I thought u could give me a "program" to follow so i can look, think and behave better, especially cz my mom doesn't allow me to go out so no gym or activities outside, and she thinks im too young to have a skincare or follow a diet yk.

thank u so much in advance, i absolutely love ur posts, and if u can't or don't have time to answer, that's perfectly fine, stay safe hun<33

hello love,

sorry this is late. classes have been insane. congratulations on your new school! it's always exciting when you try something new, and I promise you're gonna love it.

now, im assuming you're 15/16 years old, since you're a freshman. Before I say anything about having fun in high school, I need to you remember that while TV and movies glorify high school as this really crazy time where you party and have fun (yes, you will have fun I promise), its important to keep in mind that these four years will help you decide your future and get into college. So work hard, and party harder.

Okay, now that I've said that, let's tackle this bit by bit.

How to have fun in high school:

Have sleepovers: They're a fun and easy way to bond with friends. Order tons of junk food and stay up all night.

Picnics: My favourite activity. Dress up and have a themed picnic, and have a photoshoot.

Pool party: If someone you know has a pool, go have fun in the water!

Hang out: Honestly, this was the most fun I had in high school. Just meet at someone's house or at the park, and just chat. Or bring an activity to do together (crochet, playing cards, etc). Buy some snacks and play some music and it's the most chill vibe ever. You will love it.

Start a band: If you play an insturment/ sing, start a band! It's so much fun to practice and perform with friends!

Join a club: You can make lots of like-minded friends at clubs at school. Pick something you really like to do.

How to glow-up for high school:

Workout:

There's no rule that the gym is the only place to workout. When I was 15, I wasn't allowed to the gym either, so I had to make do.

Youtube videos: There are tons and tons of great workout videos from people with a large following. My favourites are Caroline Girvan, growingannanas, Pamela Reif and Madfit. Go get sweaty!

Makeshift weights: You can water bottles filled with water/sand as weights or buy ankle weights to put around your wrists as you get stronger.

Run: This is an amazing source of cardio. I gave up a while back on this because I detest running, but it really does work. Plug in your headphones and go for a run in nature.

Dance: Dancing is a really fun way to workout. Try Zumba, hip-hop or K-pop routines. Hell, even Just Dance has some good ones. Join a class if you want to stay accountable.

Diet:

Honestly, I can't give a lot of advice to you here, because I'm not qualified enough. Go to a nutritionist to see if there's anything you can do. If not, make sure to eat plenty of protein and fibre, limit your junk food intake and drink lots of water. Make lots of salads and fruit bowls. Overnight oats are healthy, filling and delicious.

What I like to do, is eat everything in moderation. Say I've had a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. I won't deny myself a nice bowl of ice-cream (again, not a sundae, the key is moderation). But if I've had greasy food for lunch and takeout for dinner, I'll probably settle for fruit instead. Know that you can eat without punishing yourself, but remember not to go overboard. Food is fuel, remember.

Other tips:

Skincare: Don't make it too fancy. I know influencers and the like have those weird 15-step skincare routines, but it isn't necessary. I use the Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser, and the most basic Cetaphil face lotion I could find along with an organic lip balm my mom buys. It works like a charm and itsn to too fancy. I also take an ABC smoothie (Apple, Beetroot, Carrot + some water.) This is such a game-changer.

Abundance mindset: I like to think of the universe constantly working in my favour. It's always looking out for me, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. What you think is what you attract. If you think negatively, you will begin to see only bad things around you. Stay positive.

Wardrobe: Go thrifting, or DIY some old clothes. Pinterest has tons of amazing ideas. Paint your T-shirts, dye your skirts, make cute jewellery at home. There are no limits.

Makeup: I don't recommend it honestly. I'm more or less anti makeup to the point where I only own two pieces of makeup(eyeliner and lip gloss) and even those are used sparingly. Don't get used to your painted face. Your natural beauty is beautiful; and should not be hidden. There's something so amazing in someone who is confident in their own skin. Own yourself, and people will love you more for it.

This post became incredibly long lmao, but I hope I was able to help. DM me if you want more tips. You got this xoxo

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Hii! I know it's nowhere near Halloween right now, but would you be alright with doing some headcanons about the M6 + the Courtiers during Halloween? :P

Yes! Halloween is my favorite holiday 🎃🍬🕷️

General headcannons about the Main 6 and The Courtiers during Halloween:

Asra💜:

Asra... Doesn't celebrate Halloween!

Not as if he dosent like Halloween or anything! Halloween is cool, it sounds awesome, he definitely hands out candy to the kids and stuff, but, like...

He's also muslim, though (because believe it or not queer Muslims exist) so he probably doesn't celebrate Halloween or do anything for it besides hand out candy to the kids because long story short, he can't stand the neighbors being better than him at the candy giving.

If Asra would happen to celebrate any holiday during October though, it would be Mawlid if the date happened to fall in October.

But if he had a partner, he would probably help them with their costume or get decorations for them since he wants them to be happy in celebrating Halloween.

Will probably watch bad Halloween movies just to laugh at them because it's so obviously fake.

Is bitter about how Julian has better Halloween decorations than they do, and will probably go on a rant. I mean, come on, first Julian has amazing Shabbat dinners, now he has to have amazing Halloween dinners, too? When will the madness END?!

Muriel💙:

Watches scary movies and ends up sleeping with the lights on throughout October. He suddenly remembers it's Halloween the day of and rushes to the store.

He dosent really do much to his house since it's pretty cob webby, but he hurriedly buys ice cream bars for the kids that might come.

It was a good idea in theory. Turns out, ice cream isn't a good idea when it melts in the bags of kids and Muriel has to meditate very hard to keep himself from crying.

He dosent really like costumes, but might reuse his masquerade costume if somebody really wants to go out in costumes with him.

He will most likely barely get a wink of sleep through October, just because he watches Horror movies even though it terrifies them.

Nadia💎:

Oh, she dosent do Halloween, either! She does Navaratri. It's basically a Hindu holiday to honor Durga, and she is more than happy to tell anyone about it.

Even though she doesn't celebrate Halloween though, she does enjoy to throw big palace Halloween parties since lots of Vesuvian citizens celebrate Halloween.

She makes sure to throw other parties for other holidays too, though.

Admittedly, she's not able to resist getting Halloween candy despite not celebrating the holiday, and ends up with a chamber full of lots of candy.

She also likes watching Halloween movies-- but only bad ones, because ones that are actually scary make her insomniac.

Julian🦠:

Halloween is his SHIT.

He might be Jewish, but it turned into a whole thing with Asra when he started making Halloween dinners for his friends, and now his goal the entire month of October is to throw as many good dinner parties as he can just to be the best.

(kosher dinner parties, of course.)

He's definitely festive and celebrates Halloween even though it isn't Jewish, and will most likely decorate his house overnight after drinking too much coffee.

Loves the Halloween sugar cookies at a bakery, and they're kosher, so he can actually eat them.

He's known for having the best candy on the block. He literally sorts them by bowl and greets the kids by going "Hey kiddos! What y'all need? Kosher? Halal? Non-Gmo? Non dairy? I got it all!"

Halloween turns into a competition for him and on midnight of November first he sleeps for thirteen hours straight and wakes up thinking it's already time for Hannukah.

Portia🧡:

This girl loves Halloween! She's Jewish, yeah, but she still loves Halloween!

She dosent really do decorations cause she leaves it to her brother. She can count on him to show up at Midnight with boxes of decorations and decorate her house for her.

She really likes watching Halloween vlogs, and binges them at night just for funsies.

She'll probably try to make Halloween themed Challah and then give up after five hours of trying.

Shes definitely a sucker for Halloween desserts, and will end up baking a storm every Halloween. So much so, she ends up handing cupcakes and slices of cake to the kids that come knocking at her door.

Lucio👑:

Halloween is his jam, of course!

He loves it, what's there not to love? Scary movies, good candy, awesome color scheme, it's all great!

He definitely will binge Halloween movies for weeks and will decorate with like, one paper bat. He thinks it's the most advanced thing ever. Thankfully, he hasn't seen Julian's Halloween setup. Or the dungeons.

He probably gets a new Halloween blanket each year, though. He has a collection and plans to add to it, anyway.

Goes to literally every Halloween party and much like Julian, takes a long nap the second November hits.

He always says the 'next Halloween he'll be more chill' but everyone knows he's gonna get so excited to slow down, anyway.

Valerius🍷:

Oh, no, is Halloween here already? No. No!! He'll have to board up the windows and haul up in the wine cellar!

No, seriously.

Valerius will literally lock all the doors and stay in the wine cellar the entire Halloween. He dosent want to see the kids because he is deathly afraid of his mansion getting egged from a few Halloweens ago where eggs were thrown at his beautiful house.

He literally is too afraid to go out of the wine cellar after Halloween but manages and probably is so relieved when he sees his house is fine that he downs an entire glass of water and then passes out on the couch.

Might watch a Halloween movie after that, though.

Vlastomil🐛:

He's waited all year to put his worms to use. And now he can.

He uses the worms to fertilize his garden and hands out vegetables to the kids.

His house will most likely get egged, and in the event, will definitely cry his eyes out in the front yard in his worm pajamas to the horror of onlookers.

The Praetor dosent know how to work a television (or as he calls it, horribly, a 'picture box'.) So he'll probably just read a book that he deems to be Halloween themed

Frankenstein, Probably. He's not that original, to be honest. Might dress up as Frankenstein when he hands out vegetables, though. But when he tried to dress up as Frankenstein by borrowing Valdemar's lab coat, he got the dirtiest look he's ever seen from the doctor.

He ends up dressing as a worm, instead...

Valdemar 🧠:

Oh. Ohohoho. Ohohoho. Finally. FINALLY. Halloween has fallen. Now Valdemar can go... CRAZY.

They will literally douse the dungeons in spiderwebs and cackle at night just for fun, and because they know it wakes everyone up.

If some poor children have the mistake of wandering into the dungeons as they trick or treat, Valdemar will most definitely be seen pacing on the ceiling in thought. Their neck bends 360 and they scare away any trick or treaters before they have the chance to offer them their 'healthy candy'.

Their healthy candy is simply toothpaste. In a jar. They love to see the looks of horror when they bring it out.

They'll probably leave the spiderwebs year round, to be honest. They like the look of them.

Volta🍰:

Bakes up a storm for all of the Halloween parties!

She definitely loves getting Halloween pastries, and will probably get a couple each week to stock up upon in her house.

Hates any kind of Halloween movie, she can't get through them without crying.

Hands out pastries in bags to kids who come trick or treating to herself.

She dosent like decorating, it's too much work, and she's too short to reach much of any good place to decorate, anyway.

She may end up leaving a take one bowl outside and sleeping through the whole thing.

Vulgora⚔️:

They don't really do much for Halloween, but probably hands out candy to kids.

And by candy, they just take whatever sword they don't mind giving away in their collection and gives it to a child. It will do them good to learn how to use a sword in battle.

Oh, don't be so worried! They bubble wrap the swords...

Sometimes.

Okay, okay, fine, all the time. But it would do the soft children nowadays some good to get an internal injury from a sword once or twice...

Nobody really comes to Vulgoras house for Halloween.

❀

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 6 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 5 ~ chapter 7 | AO3

1.2k words

life has been super busy lately. the band is working on their sophomore album. they wanted to tease the album by playing a few songs at the gig coming up. i’m not sure on what name they’ve decided on but so far, i just know it’s gonna be a hit!

i wish i could listen to them practice but i’ve been working on making sure we have enough cds and vinyls to sell, making eps to tease some of their new album and making t-shirts. i didn’t mind the work load though. it was better than being in my room all day.

stephen ended up getting a cold, of course when we have a busy schedule. so chino just told everybody to practice on their own to try and perfect their sound isolated.

i kept on with my very busy day though. i did drop off stephen some soup, just to check in on how he was doing. i didn’t have to but stephen’s my friend and i like doing nice things for people.

after i dropped off his soup, abe paged me.

‘call me.’ i wonder what this is about. i walked to my nearest pay phone just two blocks away and dialed abe’s number.

he picked up. “y/n! what are you doing today?”

“oh just busy with making merchandise for the show. why what’s up?”

“well since you’re busy, i was thinking maybe you’d want some help?”

“i mean are you sure? you don’t have to.”

“i’m sure. plus how am i gonna be in the band and not see all the behind the scenes.” he laughed.

“well meet me at this place” i give him the address.

“i’ll see you there.” he smiled.

“so what are we going to do today?” the room we were in was fairly small but luckily it was just me and abe. there were four screen printing machines and a table off to the side with a few chairs. there was also a fridge and a microwave on a light stand. the fluorescent lights really brought this room all together.

“well we’re going to use these screen printers to make the t-shirts. i have to make a few calls with the record label about buying cds and stuff in bulk to sell.”

“how much are you trying to buy?” i bring out a box of medium white t-shirts onto the table.

“well i hoping for around 250 cds 250 records and 250 cassettes.”

“and how much will that cost?” he gulped.

i chuckled. “you don’t need to know.”

i think he was processing how much money that would cost us. “well, chop chop. we got a lot of t-shirts to make.” i clapped my hands together and got started with work.

after a few calls discussing money with the the record label, i was able to start helping abe with some t-shirts.

“so, how long have you and chino known each other?” abe asked.

“chino and my brother were friends in middle school. they were a year ahead of me but i still hung around them whenever chino would come over. in high school me and chino started hanging out together without my brother and we had some good times. then we just fell out my sophomore year.” i sighed.

“yeah i remember when that happened. chino would talk about you all the time!” he rolled his eyes. “oh, y/n never called! how could she? why won’t she just talk to me?” he mocked chino pouting his face.

i laughed. did chino really talk about me? it was hard for me to believe abe. i can’t imagine myself as a conversation topic. let alone someone chino would bring up often.

“chino would talk about you from time to time but he never introduced us to you. we’d see you around at school because we’d catch chino looking at you.” he laughed out loud. “i didn’t realize you were the same girl when you came in to be interviewed.”

“yeah and i didn’t realize chino was gonna be my co-worker for a job i applied for.” i sighed. “i’m sure he moved on after a few months.”

abe scoffed. “yeah right! anytime we’d kickback and smoke and drink together, somehow at the end of the night, your name was always brought up. even after graduation, he talked about you every so often. sometimes during practice, his voice even suffered. we would have to end days short so he could clear his thoughts and get back on track. even now he talks about things you two did before you stopped talking.”

“no way. you don’t have to lie to me.” i looked away. why would he talk about me? he had no reason to.

“i’m being serious! he has like a secret obsession with you or something.” he smirked. i blushed thinking about chino. what is going on with me always thinking about chino?

“anyways i’m glad you two made up. chino’s always sounded really good but i think since you’ve been around he’s been really pushing to be perfect.”

“if that is the case, i’m glad he is. you guys are honestly my favorite band at the moment.” i said, putting my hand over my heart.

“thanks y/n. i really appreciate that.” he smiled.

“enough about me. what’s it like being the coolest drummer ever?” i smirked.

“i love it! i never thought i would be a drummer for a popular band. it’s so riveting to be up on stage playing the drums. seeing all the fans show up to see us is what gets me pumped!” he shook his fist.

“i bet! i’m excited to see you guys play live!” i enthused.

he let out an audible gasp. “i totally forgot you haven’t seen us play live! you’re gonna love it.” he looked around, despite it being just us. he covered his mouth like he was telling a secret. “don’t say anything but we just decided on a name for the album. we’re naming it around the fur!” he grinned.

“around the fur.” i repeated then smiled. “i love it! it has a nice ring to it.”

“i know right! we’re even going to go on tour after the release of our album.”

“shut up! that’s so cool! it’s gonna be so much fun abe!” i started thinking about going on tour with them. how much fun it would be to go on a tour bus all across the country. meeting all their fans and seeing them perform countless times. i’d get to create memories with them that i’d never forget.

we continued to enthuse about the tour and the album while making t-shirts.

we spent five and a half hours making loads of t-shirts and talking the whole time. i’m really glad i got to spend this time with abe. he told me stories from his childhood and the early days of the band. i told him more about me and my past. we both enthused about topics we were both interested in like music and clothing brands and magazines. he even told me what it was like going on tour with other artists like korn and ozzy osbourne.

“thanks for helping me today abe. next time you want to help, let me know! i can always use it.” i smiled.

“no problem y/n! it was cool hanging out with you. it’s refreshing to hang out with someone new.” he smiled.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ! i just wanna clarify, in case anyone is confused, abe and y/n are purely platonic. so don’t go thinking a love triangle is forming bc there’s not. they’re just gonna be an iconic duo 😘 anyways new chapter will be up next week ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #bands #music #mall goth #goth #emo #alternative #grunge #metal head #1990s #1990s nu metal #90s aesthetic

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Six

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so much for the love on this fic! This chapter is much softer than the last couple, giving our favs a well earned break from what I am putting them through in this story!

Please let me know what you think, your reactions genuinely mean the world to me!

-x-

Words: 3.2k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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“I remember when our girl's days started with shopping and then ended in a bar, not the McDonalds in the mall’s food court,” Penelope says, smiling as she pops a fry into her mouth.

Emily chuckles, “It’s in the rules that the pregnant woman gets to choose where we eat.”

“That’s true,” JJ chimes in, having a sip of her soda, “I always got to pick when I was having Henry.”

“See,” Emily says turning back to Penelope, “If you want to pick you have to have a baby of your own.”

Penelope visibly shivers, shaking her head, “No thank you, I am more than happy being the cool Aunt to Henry and Nugget.”

Emily frowns, scrunching up her nose as she smiles at JJ before turning back to Penelope, “Why are you calling my baby ‘Nugget?’”

“Well since you refuse to find out what you are having I’ve had to improvise,” Penelope replies, nodding towards the box of McNuggets in Emily’s hand, “Plus chicken nuggets seem to have become one of your main food groups lately.”

Emily clears her throat, her cheeks red with embarrassment, “I’ve been craving them.”

“All I ever wanted to eat when I was pregnant was this one particular taco from Taco Bell,” JJ says sympathetically, smiling wryly, “Poor Will went out to get it for me so many times in the middle of the night.”

Emily laughs, “Aaron has half-filled our freezer with nuggets, Jack is always delighted when he comes over.” She knew that Aaron was, at best, a few weeks away from hiding vegetables in her food just like he did for his son.

“Did you get everything you needed, Em?” JJ asks, looking at the bags of clothes on the spare chair at their table.

Emily nods in response, “I got a new bra and a couple of pairs of pants,” she says, scrunching her nose up, “None of my actual clothes fit me properly anymore but I’m going to try to put off buying maternity clothes as long as I can.”

“Just think, before we know it we’ll be throwing your baby shower,” Penelope says, her excitement clear, and Emily chuckles wryly, “Which reminds me, I’ll need your mother’s number so I can contact her about that. I tried looking for it but it’s listed as classified.”

Not for the first time, she finds herself grateful for the way she was raised, the way she can hold herself together in moments like this. It had been just over a week since she had seen Elizabeth, and it still stung when she thought about it, about how everything had gone south so fast. She was grateful that her mother had, so far, stuck to what she had asked and not contacted her, but it also hurt. An unspoken confirmation from her that she had chosen alcohol over her daughter. Over her grandchild. Despite everything, she still didn’t want anyone else to know, her need to keep it private, even from the people she considered her extended family, overriding anything else.

She supposed, on some level, it was probably a good thing she’d never seen her mother that often anyway. It would make things less suspicious, but she’s sure questions would come further down the line when the baby arrived.

When she and Aaron decided to finally get married.

She twists her engagement ring around her finger and smiles at her friend, “That’s not really her kind of thing,” she says before reaching for her drink and taking a sip before she expertly, switches the conversation “I’m only 17 weeks Pen, let's not wish the time away. There's a lot to do before then,” she finishes her fries and sighs, the salty food taking the edge off of her rising panic for everything she and Aaron needed to organise before the baby was born, “Like finding a place to live.”

It was a discussion that she and Aaron had started having when they found out she was pregnant. She loved her apartment, it had been her home for longer than anywhere ever had been before, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough for their growing family. Whilst the baby would be sleeping with them for the first few months after they were born, she didn’t want to eventually force Jack to share a bedroom with his sibling when he was with them.

She wanted a house, a home. Somewhere her kids could grow up and run around together. Somewhere they could get covered in mud in the backyard. Everything she’d watched in the movies when she was young and convinced herself she’d never have herself. Aaron, despite having moved into her apartment less than a year ago, agreed, and part of her wondered why they hadn’t just bought a house then. If she was honest with herself, she knew it was because a part, a very small part, had still wanted some kind of control of the situation.

“Have you still not found something?” JJ asks, well aware of the difficulty, and stress, of finding somewhere to live when pregnant.

Emily groans, shaking her head as she places her hand on her stomach, her almost constant indigestion bubbling away, “No. Aaron is insistent on splitting everything down the middle which is insane,” she exclaims, blowing out a breath, “I have all of this money just sitting in my trust fund.”

They’d been disagreeing about it almost as long as they’d been talking about buying a house. She wanted to use her money, to buy them somewhere they could live forever, but Aaron was hesitant. She could never quite figure out if it was incredibly misplaced machoism that made him feel like he had to be the provider, or if he was just uncomfortable with the amount of money she had, or if it was both.

Either way, it was frustrating, and she knew this was something they would likely run into a lot over the years.

“And you have how much in that trust fund?” Penelope inquiries, making both Emily and JJ laugh, the question a regular one on every girl's night since she’d first confirmed their suspicions that she had a trust fund at all.

“Pen, if you can’t get that information out of me when I’m drunk, you have no chance when I’m sober.”

___

Emily sighs as she slumps back on the couch, rubbing her hands over her face as she takes a break from looking at real estate listings.

“It can’t be that bad,” Aaron says as he sits next to her, handing over the ice cream she’d requested after dinner. She sits up, making Sergio who had been curled up in her lap, his head on her bump, jump up, meowing as he walks away.

Emily grumbles as she takes the bowl from him, narrowing her eyes as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste of chocolate, “It is almost impossible to find a house that has everything we want within the budget we have.”

Aaron sighs at the mention of it, familiar dread that what had so far only been a disagreement between them could easily transform into a full-blown argument, “Em-”

“I have the money, Aaron,” she says, placing her bowl of ice cream down on the table in front of them, her appetite for it gone.

“It’s your money, sweetheart.”

She scoffs, shaking her head at him. “We’re having a kid. We’re going to get married. What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours?’”

“I don’t know if that applies to literal millions of dollars,” he replies, remembering how he’d had to sit down when she originally told him how much money she had, a fearful glint in her eyes that it would change the way he viewed her. He sighs and places his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, “It’s just…I spoke to Dave and-”

“You listened to Dave about this?” She asks incredulously, cutting over him, “He’s been divorced four times, I don’t think he’s exactly the person to go to for relationship advice.”

“Three times,” Aaron corrects, a wry smile on his face, “And he’s the only other rich person I know.”

“I’m richer than him,” she grumbles under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks at him and sees the flicker of amusement in his lips, the way his eyebrow arches, and she clears her throat, “Right, not helping,” she sighs, “Why are you so hesitant to do this my way? Is it some macho bullshit that you need to be the provider? Because if it is-”

“No,” he replies, squeezing her leg again, “I promise you it’s not that.”

She stares at him for a moment, desperately trying to see if he’s lying to her, but she’s satisfied he isn’t and she places her hand over his on her leg, “Then what is it?”

He doesn’t want to upset her, to make things harder on her than they had been since what small part of the relationship she had left with her mother had collapsed around her, but she deserved the truth.

“I’ve been divorced once already, sweetheart,” he says carefully, hating himself as her eyes go slightly wider, “I need to be practical. If you buy us a house-”

“It will be our house,” she says, cutting over him, “Not mine. And if anything happened between us,” the thought of it alone makes her breath catch in her throat, “It would still be our house. We’ll have both of our names on the deeds. I wouldn’t just screw you over like that.”

“I know,” he assures her, squeezing her hand, shaking his head at himself, “Why is this so important to you?”

She sighs, “That money in my trust fund came from my parents, and their parents, and the jobs they chose that meant we were never really a family,” she blows out a shaky breath, the wound from the conversation with her mother the week before still fresh, “And I always told myself that if I got married and had kids I’d use it to buy my family a home, to make something good out of the very thing that made my childhood miserable,” she places her hand on her bump, “For a long time I convinced myself I’d never have this and that I’d end up donating it all to a charity that would make mother furious, like a cat sanctuary or something, but now I do have you and Jack and Nugget.”

“I can’t believe the Nugget thing is catching on,” Aaron says, and she smiles at him, her eyes soft and full of love. She’d told him about their friend's nickname for their unborn child the moment she got home, and the confused look on his face had made her laugh so much she’d started to jokingly use it herself.

“What can I say, Pen is persuasive,” she replies. She cups his neck, her thumb brushing over his jawline, “Please let me do this for us. If it makes you feel better you can pay all the bills when we do find somewhere, or we can keep this place and rent it out and that can go into an account for the kids, but…just let me do this.”

He looks at her, and he isn’t sure he’s ever seen her so raw, so torn open. Her honesty a gateway that let him see the parts of her she still hid even from him sometimes. He picks up one of the more expensive listings she’d been looking at, far outside o the budget they’d tentatively agreed on and looks it over.

“You like this one?” He asks, and she nods, her lower lip in between her teeth as if she was trying to keep her hope contained. It was a beautiful home, a large colonial-style house with a brick facade, the interior was largely open plan on the first floor, with large archways separating the rooms, letting natural light filter throughout the house. The bedrooms and bathrooms were all a decent size, especially the master bedroom and its adjoining ensuite, and there was plenty of space in the backyard for Jack, the baby, and any other kids they may have to run around.

He finds himself mostly drawn to the huge, immaculately decorated, kitchen and he can picture himself making pancakes on a Sunday morning in there for his family.

“It’s a beautiful house,” he says, smiling at her and raising his eyebrow, “5 bedrooms?”

She rolls her eyes at the suggestive tone in his voice, hearing exactly what he hadn’t said, and pats his chest, “Easy there tiger, at least let me have this kid before you start thinking about filling up the spare rooms.”

Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss, “Let’s go see it.”

The way her eyes light up tells him he’s made the right call, that putting aside any deep-rooted concerns and misplaced fear about letting her do this for them, for their family, is exactly what he should have done weeks ago when she first brought this up.

“Really?” She asks, her smile wide, any ability to hide her emotions well and truly lost in the first trimester of her pregnancy.

“Really,” he confirms, kissing her again, “I can see our family growing up there.”

She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she kisses him, the action lost in her wide smile, “I love you so fucking much.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around her, pulling her so she was straddling his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, “I love you too.”

“I’ll call the agent in the morning.”

He nods and pulls her in for another kiss, smiling at the feel of her bump pressed up against him. “We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” he says, moving to kiss her cheek and then her neck, “We won’t have room.”

She pulls back and smiles at him, and she runs her fingers through his hair, “In that case,” she says, leaning in to kiss him again, “We’d better make the most of it before we’re regulated to just the bed.”

___

Cases with children were always harder.

The desperation to solve the case, to find the bad guy who was doing the worst of things possible to the most innocent, more intense. She’d always felt great empathy for the parents in these situations, but now she could put herself somewhat in their shoes, her love for Jack, for the baby in her belly, enough to make her feel sick at the mere thought of something happening to them.

She watches Aaron from her desk, her focus on her paperwork limited at best as she keeps looking through the blinds in his office, desperate to go check on him. She knew he found cases like this harder too.

There were survivors this time, a little girl and a teenage boy reunited with their parents, the recovery from all that they had endured only just beginning, and that was something they could cling on to. Evidence that they all needed sometimes to remind themselves of why they did this. That didn’t make it any easier, and she knew they’d all remember the wails of one of the victim's fathers when he realised his son had been alive only one day ago.

She blows out a breath and looks back at her paperwork, determined to get a little more done before they headed home, when she is distracted once again, but this time it wasn’t out of concern for her fiancé.

It feels like tiny bubbles. Bursting against the inside of her belly, as if tiny butterflies were floating around, their wings delicate. She places her hand on her stomach and gasps, choking on a laugh.

“Are you ok, Em?” Derek asks and she turns to look at him, nodding as she laughs again.

“Yeah. I…I think I just felt the baby move for the first time,” she says, her hand still on the bump as she continues to feel the movement on the inside, “It feels weird.”

Derek smiles at her, his eyes soft as he nods towards Aaron’s office, “Go tell Hotch, we all need something good after today.”

She nods, not needing any other encouragement, and she stands, almost bounding up the stairs as she approaches his office. She knocks on his open door and waits for him to look up. He looks exhausted, the lines in his face deeper than usual, as if they’d been carved in.

“Do you have a minute?” She asks, and he smiles at her, already standing up from his desk.

“For you, always.”

It makes her smile, and she knows it’s one of the things he’s learnt from his past mistakes with Haley. He always made time for her, and in turn, she knew that was because she understood the job, the work that could sometimes consume them both. It was yet another way that, if she believed in fate, would make her think they were made for each other.

She takes a seat on the couch in his office and waits for him to sit next to her, his arm automatically around her shoulder. She knew they couldn’t be seen from the main bullpen here, only if someone was on the walkway, but she was sure no one would begrudge them this after the last few days.

“I just felt the baby move,” she says, her throat closing up as she says it outloud, her hormones getting the better of her as she fights back tears.

“What?” He asks, his voice full of wonder as he presses his hand into her bump, and it makes her laugh.

“It will be a while before you can feel anything from the outside honey,” she says, resting her head against his shoulder. She feels the movement again, and she smiles, placing her hand over his, “I wish you could feel it though it's amazing. And really fucking weird.”

Aaron laughs and kisses her temple, keeping his lips against her skin, “Nugget is the size of a pomegranate this week.”

She snickers at his use of the baby’s newfound nickname and pulls back to look at him, “I know, I’m reading the same book as you,” she says softly, “Spencer told me today that the baby weights as much as a mozzarella ball,” she crinkles her brow, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food, “Which, strangely, really made me want Italian food.”

Aaron kisses her, eternally grateful for her, for the life they were building, “Sweetheart, I’d go to Venice to get you pizza right now if you asked me.”

She chokes on a laugh, but it comes out as more of a sob, her happiness overwhelming in a way she didn’t know was possible. “That’s sweet, but I’m totally content with that place down the street from our apartment.”

“Whatever you want, Em,” he says, kissing her again, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, “Whatever you want.”

-x-

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Loki S2E5:

So, if the others got put back on the timeline, why is Loki still in the TVA??

Gotta say, the TVA is eerie af when abandoned.

Andddd, he's timeslipping again. Awesome.

Oh, that was odd. He got to see himself in present-ish time. Interesting.

SPAGETTIFICATION.

OG Casey is from prison ALCATRAZ, that's kinda unexpected. Frank, eh?

"IF THEY CATCH US, THEY'RE GONNA GUT US LIKE FISH." Omfg, they did not just do that 😭😂

I like how the universe just casually decided to keep Loki timeslipping only between places relevant to his TVA friends. Like, out of all the places in the universe....it's rooting for him, then?

DON. WHAT'S UP, MOBIUS?

Why would they make poor Don work six days a week????

EXCUSE ME, SIR, HOW MANY SONS DO YOU HAVE AND WHY ARE YOU IGNORING THEM?? So, he's a workaholic.

Timeline OB going by the library is the most in-character thing ever. Also- he's an author, neat!

They all have the personalities of their OG selves 😭

Dude was totally unphased by Loki's sudden appearance.

Flashbacks to when Loki tried to summon his weapons in S1E1.

OB is fucking amazing even without his TVA brain 🤣

Thank god for that silly little book.

"So, I am going to write a bestseller." THIS MAN IS PERFECT.

Single dad Mobius is such a human disaster, I love it.

LOKI, DON'T SCARE HIM AWAY.

OB WAS MARRIED????????? AND HE KEPT WORKING ON THE TEMPAD THROUGH HIS DIVORCE????

I like how the Timedoor just. Moves.

"I sell jetskis, man." 😭

WHAT IF MOBIUS ENDS UP REMEMBERING EVERYTHING AFTER THIS. HOW WILL HE FUNCTION KNOWING HE HAS TWO SONS OUT THERE.

Of course this guy would pull a one-liner about the name when he decides to go along 😭😂

THE GANG IS GETTING BACK TOGETHER ❤

Frank, put that back, you silly little thief.

And it's back to McDonald's! Which means Sylvie must remember everything, since she's originally from Asgard, right? Yep.

"Okay, get in the car. I'm buying you a drink." Lmaooo, most appropriate reaction to watching our poor guy timeslip.

Is she seriously trying to tell him to put them back and not fix the universe? I'm not surprised, but still. They failed. They need to fix this.

"I want my friends back." 😭😭

The first friends he'd ever gotten, and they were stolen from him because they went and fucked up the timeline.

"Without them, where do I belong?" ARE WE REALLY GOING BACK TO THE WHOLE 'LOKI WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE' THING??

Oh, Frank, what are you planning, my guy. DON'T TOUCH THAT.

She broke him 😭

UHM. SYLVIE, YOUR TIMELINE IS DYING.

That woman is very lucky she has that stupid watch.

Frank: i have to go BACK to jail now?!

GOOD. YOU NEEDED A REALITY CHECK, SYLVIE.

NO.

FRANK.

"It was a fictional problem." Famous last words.

The various reactions as they all spagettifi is heartbreaking 😭

"Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we're destined to lose?" WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.

AYYY, TIMESLIPPING BACKWARDS NOW. PLEASE, CONTINUE.

Oh. That was a fucking conscious decision? Awesome. AND JUST IN TIME, GOOD JOB.

This right here, this is the team that's gonna save the universe. And Victor, because yeah, we saw midseason trailer footage of him alive and that has to be next episode. Down, but not out. Let's try this again.

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𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕪'𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

PART 3. . . . adjusted for general use. . . . change as needed for usage

I’ll tell him you’re seeing us off. Don’t say anything. Just meet us out front in about an hour. Please?

I’m not coming with you. Come on. Let’s walk together quietly and I’ll try and help you understand.

: That’s alright. I appreciate you want to help.

I know you do, and that’s the trouble.

It’s a mistake you always made — trying to love a wild thing.

You were always lugging home wild things — Once it was a hawk with a broken wing. Another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg... remember?

You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing.

You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree, then to higher trees, then to the sky.

You’ve got to understand. I can’t come back.

You got to understand what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t want to seem like I’m pressuring you, but it got to.

I’ll take care of him. Don’t you worry.

All right. I guess you know what you’re doing.

Keep an eye on her, will you? At least see she eats something once in a while.

Please, please understand. I love you, but I’m just not that person anymore. I’m not.

I am still that person; 14 years old, stealing turkey eggs, and running through a briar patch.

I guess the next best thing is a drink. Yes, I very much need a drink. Will you buy me one, darling?

Only promise me one thing—don’t take me home until I’m drunk... until I’m very drunk, indeed.

Do you think she’s talented, deeply and importantly talented?

Hmm. No. amusingly and superficially talented, yes, but deeply and importantly, no.

Gracious. Do you think she’s handsomely paid?

Well, let me tell you something. If I had her money, I’d be richer than she is.

Tom, Dick, and Harry—no. correction. Every tom, dick, and Sid—Harry was his friend. Anyway, every tom, dick, and Sid sinks—thinks if he takes a girl to dinner, she’ll just curl up like a kitten, in a little furry ball at his feet, right?

I have by actual count been taken to dinner by 26 different rats in the last 2 months, 27, if you count last week, who’s in many ways a super rat.

So, my darling, I have tonight made a very serious decision.

No longer will I play the field.

The field stinks, both economically and socially, and I’m giving it up.

Quiet, up there. You want to wake the whole house?

Ah... Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye? Tough beans, buddy, ‘cause that’s the way it’s going to be.

What’s the matter? Don’t you think I can do it? Tell me. Seriously I’m interested. Don’t you think I can?

It’s all up to me. I don’t know why you don’t understand. I need money, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to get it.

I think we should have a little drink to that. It’s all gone. Isn’t that too bad? Got any whiskey upstairs?

No, no. you disapprove of me, and I do not accept drinks from gentlemen who disapprove of me.

So take it. You should be used to taking money from ladies by now.

If I were you, I’d be more careful with my money.

It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I’ll give you two.

I saw the paper, and—well, actually, I’m kind of embarrassed about it, but since it concerns you, I thought I ought to talk about it in person.

Well I can’t go through the whole thing again. It’s sufficient to say, I’ve come to make up.

Would you mind turning around for a second? On second thought never mind. That’s such a corny line anyway. I’ll turn around myself. Come in.

I thought he was just a rat, but he was a super rat all along. A super rat in rat’s clothing. You don’t even know the best part. Not only was he a rat or super rat. Rather he was also broke.

I’ll tell you one thing, darling—I’d marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?

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Live With Me - Chapter 10

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Lena stares out of the kitchen window that looks out over the backyard, her eyes not bothering to stop and look at any of the greenery or views around, pinning right on the person out there that always seems to be the centre of her attention.

Kara is kneeling beside a slightly raised flowerbed, planting what Lena knows to be rows and rows of violas, pansies, and poppies. She can’t make out which is which from here but she knows exactly what Kara’s doing because she insisted on them making a day trip to a local nursery to find pretty flowers for her to get started in their garden together.

The together part fell apart pretty quickly after they got outside to actually plant them. By the time they had all of the flowers laid out on the lawn beside the flowerbed, Lena was already feeling the sun beating down on her so harshly that she was getting a headache and it started making her cranky so instead, Kara sent her inside to go and fetch her a hat and a drink and she’s going to meet her back outside and sit in the shade and supervise instead.

She’s just making a quick pitstop to do the few dishes left in the sink from lunch that they forgot to do before heading out to go and buy the plants and making good use of the pretty view of her person.

Lena could honestly just stand here and stare all day, all the while completely mystified that she’s somehow managed to bag this incredible woman, a woman who she spent so long pining after all because she’s been her best friend and was so certain that she’d been in the friend zone that she’d completely refused to say anything until the truth eventually came out, the pair of them much better off for it.

She thinks back to that fateful day when they came clean to each other, or rather, Lena drank too much wine in Kara’s apartment and ended up telling her how beautiful her eyes are and wishing she could wake up to them every morning and Kara, also as wine drunk as she was, agreeing to do just that.

Of course, when they sobered up, they ended up having a proper conversation about it all and officially declaring their feelings for each other, but every time Lena looks into those eyes, she remembers the compliment she drunkenly gave to Kara and Kara’s promise to her, to always be next to her so she can wake up to those eyes.

Those eyes that are now meeting hers through the window, an eyebrow raised and her dirty hands resting on her hips in a way that tells her that she needs to hurry up because she’ll be in trouble otherwise.

Lena just smiles and finishes up the dishes in record time, heading out with a glass of fresh orange juice in each hand, a floppy hat sat atop her head and a well-worn grey cap tucked beneath her arm, one of the things that Kara had been really glad to have gotten back from the storage locker, something she had since she was a teenager and didn’t want to say goodbye to.

“You were hiding in there!” Kara accuses with a shit-eating grin. “I saw you hiding because the fancy CEO can’t stand to get her hands dirty!”

Lena’s mouth drops open to argue back but instead, she just uses the toe of one of the sneakers she’d stolen from Kara’s side of the closet to kick up some of the soil at her girlfriend.

“Hey!”

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t the fancy reporter like playing in the mud?” Lena grins down at her, passing her a glass and slipping the cap on her head, adjusting the brim right after so it doesn’t sit too low.

Kara can’t help but swoon at the way Lena takes care of her, even when she’s simultaneously teasing her. “I do, but I don’t like playing alone so you better be good or else we’re both going not be rolling in this flowerbed and you’re going to be washing mud out of all of your crevices for the next week.”

“Please don’t talk about my crevices.” Lena grimaces, taking a seat just a few metres away from Kara, firmly in the shade so she won’t get sunburnt. “However, I am willing to come to a compromise. Truce?”

“Truce.” Kara agrees before grabbing some of the flowers she needs to plant. “Now, poppies at the front or the violas?”

“Poppies in the middle since they’re the tallest, so violas at the front.” Lena answers, glad that Kara is still including her, even if she’s not physically helping her anymore. “You’re doing a great job, darling, you got more done than I thought you would while I was inside.”

Kara shrugs. “Yeah, I was on a roll. It does help that you were inside for quite a while, what were you doing, quickie with a mistress?”

“Totally, she was so hot, you really missed out by not walking in on us,” Lena smirks for a moment, sharing a playful look with Kara before dropping the act. “As if I could have time for a mistress on top of my work at L-Corp and wrangling you. You’re awfully high maintenance, Kara Danvers.”

“That’s just one of the many things you love about me though, right?”

“Whatever you say.” Lena shakes her head. “I was just washing our dishes from earlier, it’s your turn to cook dinner and I know you hate having dishes piling up when you cook because it stresses you out.”

Kara drops her trowel and turns around to sit cross-legged on the grass facing Lena, content to take a little break for a couple of minutes. “You know, you’re not all that low maintenance yourself, especially when I’m constantly trying to stop myself from getting whiplash from how quickly you go from being all nice and loving to teasing me.”

“I resent that, I’m always nice and I’m not high maintenance, that’s definitely you.”

Kara nods her head slowly, “uh huh, and who is it that insists on having at least fifteen minutes of snuggle time every night before we sleep and also requires a good five to ten minutes when we wake up just so she’s not so grumpy that she fires everyone that annoys her at work?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course not.” Kara gazes into Lena’s eyes, half wanting to kiss her and half wanting to knock that ridiculous floppy hat off her head. “I hate that hat.”

“I know, darling, that’s why I wear it.”

“High maintenance.”

Lena just scoffs. “Call me what you want, we both know that you’re a hundred times higher maintenance than me.”

Kara smiles so wide that her cheeks actually start to ache. “That’s alright, we both know you like maintaining me.”

“Luckily.” Lena grunts, a hint of a smile still gracing her lips.

Kara’s smile shrinks but the feeling in her chest doesn’t, the one that begs her to never let this beautiful creature go, to hold her until her arms stop working. “Luckily, I like maintaining you too so it’s ok.”

“It’s more than ok. It’s perfect. Who would have thought that we managed to find this amongst all of our faux platonic angst?”

It’s amazing that they can even joke about it, their past of pining and self-hatred and the longing for something they didn’t think they would ever have, now nothing more than a bad dream, a memory they look back on with fondness and jest for their oblivious actions. They spent years acting as a couple with none of the…perks. A true crime if there ever was one.

There were years of nights in and nights out, day trips and lunch dates, all of them under the guise of friendship. Both of them too buried in their own thoughts and insecurities to see that the woman right next to them that they didn’t see the connection forming between them, the one that couldn’t be further from platonic.

“It certainly caught me by surprise.” Kara shifts up onto her knees and does a slow, completely unsexy crawl over to Lena, leaning up when she’s close enough to press a kiss to her lips, just because she can.

The brim of Kara’s cap nudges Lena’s hat up on her head, sending it off centre and Lena’s hand shoots up to stop it from being knocked off completely.

When Kara pulls back, Lena can’t help but just stare at her in awe for a second, completely blown away by Kara for the millionth time. Every time she looks at her, it feels like the first time and she has butterflies floating around in her stomach just because she kissed her, it makes her feel like a teenager kissing their crush beneath the bleachers.

“What was that for?”

Kara just grins at her once more, “Because I love you and I still can’t believe that I get to do that whenever I want to.”

“I keep telling you, you’re a huge sap and I think you might actually be getting sappier by the day,” Lena says, her voice low but light.

“I’m ok with it.” Kara sits back on her knees but doesn’t take her eyes off Lena.

Lena huffs a little as she walks into L-Corp to start her day. After such an incredible weekend with Kara, she really doesn’t want to be back here, especially because she knows there’s way too much paperwork to go through and when she’s here, she has to stop herself from going back to her file. Her file of everything that has happened with Kara and Maxwell Lord and the government.

She promised herself that she will never take it home with her unless it’s a true emergency, other than the backup she keeps on a USB hanging from her keys, so she only works on it when she’s in the office but it takes a lot of self-restraint to stop herself from just spending her entire day going through it in search of a way to end the nightmare once and for all so she and Kara can get back to their ordinary lives as an overly loving couple that makes everyone around them jealous.

Still, she does have a company to run so she has to at least make it to lunchtime before she lets herself indulge in her overprotective habits. Of course, she does get a lunchtime phone call from Kara if she doesn’t have time to drop in and share the break with her in person and she has to have another hour to recover mentally from that and stop swooning so it’s usually around two in the afternoon before she gets around to looking at it, but once she opens it, she hardly shuts it before she leaves for the day, engrossed in it from the moment she starts rereading each stupid page in it.

Today is a little different though, she’s going to be adding more pages to her file because she’s due to have some information back from her private investigator today, specifically, the identities of the people shown in the video recording from the storage locker and not only that but she’s also had it confirmed that the videos she watched are the only times there were people in the locker so she doesn’t have to wonder if she missed anything anymore, she had two guys watch every second so now she’s absolutely certain that she did a good enough job the first time she watched it.

She won’t be getting them until after ten when she has her appointment with her PI and he comes bearing her new information, but it does make her feel slightly better about being in the office again.

It’s strange how much she’s actually come to hate being in the office, it used to be her life, her escape from life when she had nobody and then it was something to just fill her time with, something to fill the void until her next blocked off bit of time with Kara but now, now her life is with Kara and work is just something that feels a little bit left over from her life before, something she still has a very strong emotional connection with but doesn’t have the same need to be here all the time the way she used to. Now she has a life outside of L-Corp.

Jess greets her as she walks out of the elevator, the woman already sitting dutifully at her desk. “Good morning, Ms Luthor.”

“Jess, how many times do I have to beg you to call me Lena?”

Jess shrugs. “Until you give up and just allow me to call you Ms Luthor.”

“Not going to happen, one day you’ll call me by my first name and it will be the happiest day of my life. I don’t see why you insist on calling me that anyway, you refer to Kara by her first name now. Why am I different?” Lena’s hands fall to her hips in a stance she’s accidentally picked up from Kara, the position one that Kara once told her she started doing to try and look more intimidating when she’s in pitch meetings at CatCo so she gets taken more seriously.

Jess’ eyes dart to one side guiltily. “She brings me coffee and doughnuts.”

Lena’s eyes widen. “You traitor, if I’d known that’s all it takes then I would have started bringing you breakfast a long time ago.”

“Well, the coffee is to make me call her Kara and the doughnuts are to make me call you Ms Luthor.” Jess clarifies, looking equal parts guilty and amused.

Lena’s never felt so betrayed in her life and with a family like the one she was not-so-blessed to be born into, that’s really saying something. “What?”

“What?” Jess repeats, turning and taking a seat at her desk, attempting to go back to her work but Lena’s not about to let her.

“Jessica Huang, tell me right this instant, are you accepting bribes from Kara so you call me Ms Luthor instead of Lena?”

A silence follows.

“You little traitor.” Lena looks at her, disgusted by her behaviour. “I’m calling Kara.”

She pulls out her phone and sets it to speaker as she calls Kara up, hoping that she will actually answer since Kara should be just getting to her desk right about now.

Kara answers quickly, her voice bubbly and way too chipper for the time of day. “Hey, baby! What’s up? Did you forget something? We only said goodbye like forty-five minutes ago.”

“You have some explaining to do, Kara Danvers,” Lena smirks a little when she hears Kara audibly gulp down the phone and it only grows when she sees Jess do a matching gulp too.

There’s a moment of silence before Kara summons up the courage to ask, “What have I done that has made you mad at me?”

“I’ve just had a riveting conversation with Jess and she’s just thrown you under the bus, so I suggest you just come clean now and save us both some time,” Lena says, a devilish lift in her voice that lets both Jess and Kara know that Lena is not going to forget about this any time soon and she’s going to hold it over their heads for eternity.

“Lena, I—” Kara starts, ready to make up some excuse to try and get out of it but Lena just cuts her off by clearing her throat and then Kara is certain that the jig is up. “Alright, I always bring Jess coffee and doughnuts so she will call me Kara.”

Lena just waits for her to continue, she knows there’s more and she’s not letting Kara get away with a half-truth.

“And I also asked her to only call you Ms Luthor too.”

There it is.

Lena smiles wryly. “Would you like to explain why you would do such a thing?”

“I’m sorry, you just look so cute when you’re scheming and I love lunch times when I come over to see you and you talk about your latest idea to get Jess to call you anything but Ms Luthor so I bribed her to keep calling you that so I can watch you be all cute, you’re like a cute little panda.”

Lena’s eyebrows shoot up and her cheeks redden in a blush, not appreciating being called out for her scheming in front of Jess but also aware that Kara doesn’t know that Jess can hear the entire conversation. “I fail to see the correlation between scheming and pandas.

“Oh, that’s easy, pandas are cute and cuddly so nobody expects them to be able to pull off a good plan, it’s like Kung Fu Panda.”

“It’s like K— right, ok.” Lena sighs, pressing a finger and thumb to either side of the bridge of her nose and pinching, her head ducked down. “I’m going to get you back for this, you do know that right?”

“Oh, I’m aware, it was worth it though.” Kara answers, a little giggle ricocheting down the line and making Jess roll her eyes because seriously, this is the woman that her super smart boss chose, the woman that bribes her only so she can have an excuse to see Lena being ‘cute’. The woman that shows up with a massive smile and a cheery wave whenever she wants. The woman that now has her badass boss blushing and smiling when she never used to. They were made for each other. Pair of idiots.

“Well, I’m ordering lunch today and I think we’ll both have kale salads.”

“Wait, no!” Kara shouts out before Lena ends the call with a quick kiss noise and the stab of a finger.

Lena then turns back to Jess. “Please put that lunch order in for us and if you don’t mind, please forward me today’s schedule.” With that, Lena turns on her heel and starts heading directly for her office, not sparing Jess another glance until she calls out from behind her.

“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything about me accepting a bribe from your girlfriend?”

“No,” Lena says. “I don’t have to because from now on, you’re calling me Lena, and you’re going to call her… snookums.”

Horror spreads across Jess’ face. “You— you can’t do that to me, you can’t make me call her that!”

“I can and I think it’s an appropriate name for her, perhaps you can call her Kara again when she stops blushing at the name.”

“Lena, she’ll never stop blushing if I call her that.”

“You have a long road ahead of you then, Jess. Good luck and get back to work.” Lena sends her one last smirk before ducking into her office, clicking the door shut and letting out a boisterous laugh that could put the laughs of every cartoon villain to shame. Checkmate.

She heads for her desk, unable to get rid of the absolutely gleeful look that’s sitting upon her face and suddenly a lot happier to be in the office.

Plopping down into her chair, she looks over the files spread across her desk, opening up the one of financial reports while whistling a happy little tune, something that no sane person has ever done before.

Lena maintains her good mood throughout all of the paperwork she filters her way through right up until Jess calls through to her so she can announce the arrival of her PI.

“Mr Williamson has arrived.”

“Send him in please, Jess.”

Jess doesn’t just send him in but walks him to the door, peeking around the doorframe so she can see if Lena is still in her evil mood or if she’s subdued a little since they last spoke. She has not subdued.

Mr Williamson sticks out his hand as he casually strolls across the office, a cocky smirk taking up half of his face. “Good morning, Ms Luthor, wonderful to see you again.”

“Likewise, I trust you’ve gotten me some good results with a smile that wide.”

He smiles wider. “You put your trust in the right man.”

Lena smiles back but the smarmy, self-righteous attitude is diminishing her good mood rather quickly. Maybe it will come back when she sees what results he has managed to get for her. He might be a dick, something she’s always known, but he’s never failed to pull through for her on the information side of things. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He drops the file he’s holding onto her desk, “Here, that’s everything and it’s good stuff. We do have a problem though.”

Lena glances up at him, “And what’s that?”

“I don’t do government corruption cases, I don’t want to be involved in any of that so this is the last thing I’m doing for you. You’ve got enemies that I don’t want to be my enemies. I’ll take my payment as usual and then we part ways amicably, alright?” He says, some of his cockiness gone.

Lena’s eyes drift between the man and the folder she has yet to open before standing up and offering her hand out, shaking his once more. “Alright, Mr Williamson. Thanks for your work with L-Corp and while I’m sad to see you go, I wish you only the best. You will receive your payment the usual way within the next seventy-two hours. Have a lovely day.”

“You as well, Ms Luthor, you as well.” He turns on his heels and swaggers to the door, not once looking back.

She watches him go, keeping the disgust off her face that she’s been hiding since he came in until the door shuts. He might be good at what he does but he’s a cocky asshole that has really bad B.O. He needs to invest in some good deodorant.

With him gone though, she can focus on the new file she’s just gotten but her fingers don’t let her open it immediately. There must be some real danger involved in whatever the file holds because Lena has used Mr Williamson before and not always for the safest of jobs so this is really bad. Maybe it’s because it’s the government this time, that makes it worse?

She was already aware of the government being involved, that was kind of obvious before anyway because of the video footage but they must be more involved than she first gave them credit for.

Unconsciously, she holds her breath as she opens it up, her fingers certain where her brain isn’t. The first page is exactly what she expected, snapshots of each person from the recording she picked up from the camera with a page of notes detailing their names and a little bit of information about them.

Beneath those few pages, there’s more paperwork and at first glance, Lena isn’t really sure what she’s looking at but after reading through it properly, taking her time to really take in the words, she sits back in her chair, letting out a strangled breath. “Oh shit.”

It isn’t just the government they are up against but also people they really don’t want to be up against. People so high up in politics that they probably have dinner with the president and brush shoulders with that many important people that Lena has no doubt that she wouldn’t be the first or last person they made disappear if she stirs up too much trouble.

Lena takes a moment, her hand pressed to her chest, as she tries to calm her thunderous heart. Her heart barely slows but she has things to do. She’s cracking out that file earlier than usual today. She reaches for the phone, “Jess, please reschedule my meeting with the finance department for tomorrow instead, I have something important to address.”

“You got it, Lena.”

Kara wanders in at lunchtime to find Lena scrunched over her desk, a usual position for her. She immediately makes her way over to her, her cheeks flushed bright red because, for some reason, Jess just called her Snookums. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Lena replies, not looking up from her work, the file still lying across her desk. Usually, she would hide this away so Kara doesn’t see and worry but she can’t hide this, it’s too important for her to hide it. “How are you?”

“Good, not a bad morning, what about you? You look busy.” Kara takes a seat opposite Lena, dropping her bag beside her. The food Jess has ordered hasn’t arrived yet so she’s just got to wait patiently for the salad she’s about to choke down.

Lena sits up, her eyes tired. “Yeah, I am. I had a meeting with my PI this morning and got some new information on the case.”

“Oh?” Kara doesn’t have anything to say, trapped between wanting to know and wanting to bury her head in the sand, followed promptly by the rest of her body.

“Yeah. He quit right after giving me the file because he found out some things that are kind of dangerous.” Lena says carefully, trying to word it in a way that won’t scare Kara but finding herself unable to because the situation is genuinely scary and there’s not much they can do but deal with it. “The government were more involved than we thought to the point where Lord was actually just a pawn, not the mastermind as we had thought.”

Kara closes her eyes, disappointed in the news, “And what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that we took out the government’s toy and now we should be expecting a tantrum to be thrown our way. The plan they had with Lord and the prison, that was just one thing they had planned with him and I think they might actually have plans with multiple other companies, plans that involve the military and some very much illegal things. We’ve been openly messing with those plans and they aren’t going to take that sitting down.”

Kara’s eyes flit over the papers, finding no real answers in them. “I don’t understand.”

“The government have been using a lot of companies to build technology that could hurt a lot of people and I believe that they have been testing it on people they shouldn’t be testing it on, innocent people.”

“Like, civilians?”

“Yes. I think the prisoner situation was their way of seeing if they could make their illegal operations above board, it didn’t work and we’re to blame. I think we need to be ready for retaliation.”

Kara’s lips press together tightly. “What would that likely look like?”

“If we’re lucky, maybe just a little intimidation, if we’re not so lucky, assassination.”

“What?” Kara practically yelps out. “They could try and kill us?”

Lena nods. “That’s the worst-case scenario but yes, it’s a possibility. I think we need to figure out how to protect ourselves and I think that there’s someone we need to talk to about that.”

“Cat?”

“Cat.”

“And maybe Alex.”

“Oh yeah, her too.”

Lena’s palm sits in Kara’s and she’s not sure if the sweat is from hers or from Kara’s nerves, or maybe it’s a mixture of both. She’s not sure but she has the files in her other hand so hopefully, it’s not her because it will be super embarrassing if she gets exposed by putting the files in front of Cat Grant and there being a sweaty handprint left on them.

“It’s going to be ok, darling.” She squeezes Kara’s hand.

“I second that,” Alex says, leaning against the opposite side of the elevator, breaking them out of their nice little moment as a couple, ever the third wheel. Lena frowns at her and Alex shoots a confused look at her after that. “Why the nasty glare?”

“Can’t you see we’re having a moment? I thought you were being nicer since you started talking to Kelly?” Lena flips into teasing mode, using it to distract herself from the upcoming storm.

Alex shrugs with a tiny smile. “Have your moment, don’t let me interrupt your obsessive behaviour towards each other and just for the record, Kelly and I have only been on one date so don’t hold your breath for me being nice to you any time soon.”

“You’ve been on a date and haven’t told me?” Kara whips her head around so fast that both Alex and Lena almost get whiplash just from watching her. “Alex!”

“I’ll tell you about it later.” Alex brushes her off, something Kara isn’t appreciative of but the elevator doors open with a ding and they have to get out. They have an important meeting with Ms Grant that they can’t miss.

Kara hums unhappily as Lena leads her out towards Ms Grant’s office, not bothering to knock before letting herself and the others in. “Good afternoon, Ms Grant. Thanks for seeing us on such short notice.”

“I only agreed to it because you people are terrible at keeping yourselves out of trouble.” Ms grant pins a glare onto them. “So, want to fill me in on what’s happening this time?”

Kara sighs and sits on one of the couches, pulling Lena down next to her and gesturing for Alex to do so too. “Lena, would you mind explaining?”

“Not at all,” Lena says before launching into her explanation, bringing Ms Grant up to date and also giving Alex more detail than she was given before because they didn’t have enough time for them to have a full explanation ready to go before.

Ma Grant just ends up sitting across from them completely dumbfounded for a minute, thinking the situation over in her mind as thoroughly as she can. “So, we want to make you less likely to be murdered. That’s our goal so let’s just focus on that for now, since there’s a lot of things for us to figure out.”

Kara looks to Lena for support, finding it immediately as she attempts to repay the favour in kind. As they share a look, they both have one shared thought, I wish we were still in the garden planting violas.

“How do we do that though?” Alex asks, “Send them into hiding?”

“No, just the opposite.” Ms Grants says, sliding her glasses off her nose and folding them neatly on her lap. “We make noise and a lot of it. I think we need to let the public know about every ounce of this information and we need to keep them updated on every little titbit we get our hands on because the only way we have protection is by having the public on our side. They won’t dare hurt us because if they do, nobody will ever believe it’s an accident.”

Lena bites her lip, “That’s the aim we had last time, are you sure it will work again? The stakes are a lot higher this time.”

“I know but I have been in this business for a long time and I know that the only way we all get out of this one alive is by making yourself so loud that you could trip over on your way to work and you’ll have conspiracy theorists saying that the government planted a kerb there to try and murder you.”

Alex rests her head on her hand. “Any chance we can up the security anyway?”

“Of course.” Ms Grant answers right away. “It’s already been done, I did it as soon as you called to schedule this meeting. My gut told me you people had gotten yourself into a mess you need help getting out of so I called reinforcements a while ago and I have properly vetted the team, there’s no corruption this time.” She sends a quick look to Lena, one so quick that Lena almost missed it but she does catch it and it sends a little pang of guilt into her chest.

She was the one to vet the last team of guards and they ended up corrupt. It’s probably a good thing that Cat has taken over that now because it would just be embarrassing if it happened a second time. “I think that’s a good idea but I think that we should just have the team at CatCo,” Lena says. “Our home is not going to be invaded with guards the way it was before.”

“You could be opening yourself up to a lot of danger if you don’t have guards.” Ms Grant warns.

“So, we’ll have a couple of guards just outside of the property and I’ll make sure we have the best security system money can buy, or build, I might just do it myself, it seems like the smartest option. That is unless you’d be more comfortable with having guards again, Kara?”

“Not in the slightest.” Kara is quick to answer. “I’m all for the security system at home, I wouldn’t mind the ramped-up security here though, especially in areas like the parking garage.”

They fall silent at that. The parking garage is a bit of a sore spot for everyone. Nobody is happy with what went down that day in the parking garage. Not at all. Kara should never have been in that position and there should never have been a chance for a bomb to be input into a car. It should have at least been difficult for the asshole that did it but instead, thanks to James and thanks to the lax security in the garage, it was an impeccably easy job.

“Of course.” Ms Grant says after a moment. “I’m going to assign you a couple of guards to escort you to your car every day, Kara. What happened to you before is never happening again. Not on our watch. Now, let’s organize those new files and get a new article written up, this time, I’m going to take the lead on it. Kara, you did great last time but this is very much a partnership, give me your input, I’ll probably ignore it but you’re welcome to give it anyway.”

Cat carefully puts her glasses back on, plucks the files off the table in front of her and rounds her desk, splaying the papers out across her desk before sitting down and getting right to working on the article as though the three other women aren’t even there.

Alex coughs, annoyed that they are being ignored and prompting everyone to look at her, including Ms Grant. “Oh, you’re still here. You might as well make yourself busy and go and photocopy these files, then you can highlight the most important parts. Chop chop.”

It’s not until Lena is helping Kara photocopy page after page of papers that she realizes that she just instinctively followed Ms Grant’s orders, she supposes that’s just because of the aura around that woman, there’s nobody quite like her.

“How are you holding up?” Kara asks, resting a hand over Lena’s, stopping her from grabbing the next sheet of paper.

“Me? You’re the one in danger.” Lena’s eyebrows raise in surprise and confusion.

Kara shakes her head. “No, at this point, I think they are probably after us both, especially since you bought out Lord Industries, baby. You have to up your security at L-Corp too. This isn’t just about me, not anymore, so, how are you holding up?”

Lena’s heart begins to pound again, panic and anxiety filling her chest painfully. “I think I need to sit down.”

Kara wheels a chair behind her, pushing her down into it once she has it positioned behind her. “It’s going to be alright, baby. We handled it before and we can handle it again. This time though, we won’t pull any punches, we have work to do and we’re going to do it so well they won’t know what hit them. We’re in this together, me and you, and we have got this.”

“Me and you,” Lena repeats as Kara leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Always.”

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