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luveline · 9 months

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Lovely Jade maybe you could write something about Roan finding a kitten on the street and hiding it in her backpack

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thank you so much for your request! eddie and roan —roan's acting suspicious. you and eddie investigate. stepmom!reader, 1.5k.

Roan comes in through the front door with a sweet smile. Living in your cul-de-sac has meant you don't mind too much if she wants to go out to play alone, where before Eddie would insist on sitting on the porch of the trailer, worried someone would come barrelling down the road seventy miles an hour.

"Hi, princess," you say, leaning down with your arms propped on the counter. You're putting the finishing touches on a drawing using the sunshine. Nothing special, just a sketch for fun.

"Hey, mommy."

You preen at the title. Being a stepmom is awesome, especially when she feels comfortable enough to call you mom. "Is it home time for Georgia?"

"Yeah, she's gone home for dinner."

"Are you hungry? Daddy's still at Uncle Gareth's, so I'm in charge of food."

You turn around when you get no answer, waving your pencil at an empty kitchen. "Roan?"

"I'm coming back!" She shouts from the top of the stairs.

You raise your eyebrows. "Okay!" you shout back. "I get to choose dinner, then? What's that, you want chicken pot pie?" You smile. Eddie loves chicken pot pie, especially when you make it.

You put your sketchbook and pencil case on the kitchen table and spray down the countertops. The motions of cooking are well worn now; you know how to make every recipe for two and a half people. You wash your hands, grab the canned puff pastry, and get to work.

Roan appears again as you're spreading a little bit of flour over the counter, running to the sink. She kicks her stepping stool to the counter and climbs up to wash her hands. She looks cagey.

"Anything I should know about?" you ask.

Roan squirts dish detergent into her palm, strawberry scented rivulets running between her little fingers before she's had time to rub it in. You set aside your rolling pin and pick up the soap to put a small dollop of it in her other hand.

"Say?" you ask, stroking her bedraggled hair away from her face.

"Nothing for you to know about."

You turn her head to yours, water spitting at your shirts as she washes her hands hurriedly. "Hey." You frown, gaze narrowing on a bloody scratch that's caught the bottom of her right cheek. "Aw, bubby, what happened?"

"It doesn't hurt," Roan says flippantly.

"You're gonna have to let me wipe it clean, still. Okay?"

"Yeah, mommy. Whatever you want."

You bite the inside of your bottom lip to tamp down an embarrassingly huge smile. "Okay. Good girl on the hand washing, you gonna help me make dinner, huh?" You kiss the top of her head. "I'm so lucky, my girl's so helpful."

"Can I go get changed first?" she asks.

"Yeah, bub. Want help?"

"No!" she shouts hopping down off of stool. She'll probably have to wash her hands again when she returns, but you're too happy to care. She's gorgeous, she's a sweetheart, and she loves you like a mom.

You turn back to the pastry and roll out the bottom of the pie. You'll refrigerate it while you make the chicken filling and the roux. Which one to make first? You might have done things in the wrong order.

"Ro, are you almost done?" you shout, blinking back to attention. "Let me look at that scratch, babe!"

Arms around your waist. You thought you heard the door.

"What scratch?" Eddie asks, dipping his face down to the juncture of your neck, where he plants a warm kiss.

"On her cheek. I let her go out with Georgia, I hope that's okay. Only in our street."

"That's okay," he assures you. He hugs you with kind arms, not squeezing like he tends to, completely and utterly loving. You can't hug him while your hands are covered in flour, leaning back instead to soak in all his affection. "What's the scratch from?"

"Yet to be determined."

Eddie hums and holds you. You cave in to dirtying him, painting his forearm with white fingerprints as you hug it to your ribs. You let your head flop back, tickled by his exhales where they kiss your neck.

You and Eddie stand there in quiet bliss. Then, from upstairs, you hear a strange sound.

"Is Roan back in her cat phase?"

Eddie tilts his head away from you. His hand retreats from your abdomen where it'd been resting, braced on your hips. "Ro…" He groans. "Not again."

"Eddie?"

He takes your hand. "She has a cat in her room."

The meows become clearer the further Eddie leads you up the stairs. You wipe as much of the flour on your hands onto your pyjama pants as you can, but it's a mess. Eddie can't complain —how often does he get car grease on you?

"Roan Ayla Munson," Eddie says through the closed door. "I better not find anything in there that I'm not supposed to."

You startle at the use of her middle name. You didn't even know Roan had a middle name until a couple of months ago; you always thought Eddie skipped giving her one. Apparently he thought Ayla was the same as Aella, an Amazonian fighter who wielded twin axes. Ayla, in contrast, means a few things. Bringer of light, in Finnish. Circle of light around the moon, in Turkish. Oak tree, in original Hebrew. You love all three definitions, but bringer of light feels most accurate.

Bringer of cats might be more astute at the moment.

"I don't have anything, daddy!"

Meow.

"I think you're lying to me. Last chance, bubby."

A vehement shushing noise, a meow, and a defeated sigh sound through the door. Weight hits the floor, footsteps creeping closer. You and Eddie wait in apparently very different moods for her to open the door.

Roan holds a wriggling kitten in her small hands. She's wearing a nightgown over her sweatpants like she'd started changing and forgotten. Her arms are covered in red scratches. The kitten yowls when it sees you and Eddie, likely finding you both to be more intimidating than your poor girl.

"Oh, babe," you fret breathlessly, "Eddie, take the cat."

"Dad–" Roan starts.

"Look at your arms," he interrupts with a tandem worry, taking the kitten from her.

You pick Roan up with ease, careful not to touch her pale arms. She tries to explain herself as you carry her down the stairs, "I found her behind Old Man Michael's house, she looked so sad and you said we should be nice to everything we meet, even if we don't like the way they look," she says.

"I meant about spiders and ants and stuff," Eddie says, holding the angry cat in front of his chest cautiously. "You know, we don't have to kill little creatures if we don't have to. I didn't mean you should kidnap kittens."

"She looked hungry."

You put Roan on the clean bit of counter between the stove and the sink and frown at her arms. "Sweetheart," you murmur sympathetically, "don't these hurt?"

"Well, I…"

You shoot Eddie a look. He stares the kitten in the eyes rather than meet your own, seemingly distracted. Fine, you'll try parent by yourself, even if you're no expert yet.

"What?" you ask patiently.

"I was hiding her in my backpack, but she didn't like it. She thinks it's too small."

"I bet so." You're thinking, Eddie, what are we gonna do? And, Ouch, these are going to hurt. "Ro, is this how you got the scratch on your cheek? You're lucky he didn't scratch you in the eye."

"I think he's a girl," Roan says.

This is less important to you than the scratches, but you amend yourself anyways. "She could've blinded you."

"I think you're in trouble, Ro. We already talked about this before, didn't we? No stray cats in the house," Eddie says.

"I already told you, dad! Rufus and Steve let themselves in, I didn't used to do that."

You wash your hands swiftly and grab the first aid kit from under the sink, pulling out the blue disinfectant spray that Roan hates. She winces at the sight of it as you expected, pulling her arms against her tummy.

"It won't hurt anymore than the scratches did when the kitten did them," you say gently.

Roan shakes her head.

You put the disinfectant between her knees and lean in. "I'll make daddy make cookies, yeah? You be brave and let me clean your scratches and we'll have warm cookies and ice cream."

Eddie breaks out of his stare off, taken aback. "It's her own fault," he says, though he's smiling.

"She was trying to do a good thing. And look at her little arms, Eds, hasn't she been punished enough?" you ask.

The kitten kicks its legs weakly. "What the heck are we gonna do with her?" Eddie asks.

"We could keep her," Roan says.

"Don't push your luck, Roro."

You lift the disinfectant spray. Roan seems apprehensive still, so you look her head on and wink. "I'll try my best," you whisper.

Roan holds out her arms with a grin.

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daydreaming-nerd · 1 month

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

AN: I wrote this hungover so you can just call me The Little Engine That Could

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexisim, trauma from under the mountain, alcohol, SA, blood

Word Count: 3,121

If Eris could see me right now he would surely detest my un-princess like behavior and call off our courtship promptly. In fact I might put ‘standing on a pile of books to reach the top of a bookshelf’ in my Eris repellent arsenal.

Normally I would ask The House of Wind for assistance but I suppose that today it wanted to use me as entertainment. The large stack below me wobbled causing my stomach to flip as my fingertips brushed the edge of the leatherbound book I was just dying to read. I almost had it in my hand when my book stack teetered again causing me to gasp.

“Woah there princess!” boomed a voice from the hall. “Get down, you're going to hurt yourself.”

I turned my head to find Cassian clad in casual clothes, most likely about to turn in for the night. Seeing him in fighting leathers was deadly, but seeing him so domestic? It made my cheeks heat. My makeshift step stool wobbled again and I would’ve toppled over if it wasn’t for the general's hands grasping my hips and placing me on the ground.

“Thanks,” I smile as my feet firmly hit the plush carpet. I can’t help but feel a little foolish.

“Which one did you want?” Cassian asked, scanning the shelf I was close to climbing.

“Uh the red one, with the rose on the spine,” I reply pointing to it.

He reached his arm up and plucked the book from the shelf with ease. Gods now I really did feel foolish.

“Here you go,” he smiles, handing me the book. I take it from his grasp and for a moment his hand brushes mine sending shivers down my spine. In the 5 seconds I feel his skin I try to soak up all the warmth that it holds. Try to remember the sensation so I can replay it over and over again in my head when I go to bed.

“Thank you,” I smile trying to avoid those hazel eyes.

“See now you’ve taught me to fetch too,” he jokes.

I roll my eyes, “You’re never going to let me live that dog comment down are you?” I laugh.

Cassian flashes me a smile that threatens to make my knees buckle before perusing the bookshelf himself. I take it as my queue to relax on the couch next to the roaring fire. Ever since that drunken night when I ran into him coming back from Rita’s I couldn’t shake the words he had said to me… I’d do anything for you y/n. I tried to forget the feeling of his hands on my hips, the warmth seeping through the silk of my nightgown. But no matter how hard I tried, the scene continued to replay in my head over and over again.

Even now it was hard to read with him in the room. I tried to keep my eyes on the book I was reading, but even just watching him scan all the shelves was erotic. I watched as his fingers grazed over a few titles until he finally plucked one from its spot. He began to walk towards the door and before I could even think my words betray me.

“Wait!” I call out and he stops in his tracks. I mentally curse myself. Now what’s your plan dipshit?

“Do you need another book?” Cassian asks and I realize I’ve let him sit in silence for longer than I ought to.

“Could you stay and read here? I know reading is typically an independent activity but…” My voice trails off and I try to decide whether or not to voice my next words. “I find it hard being alone as of late.”

It was true. Whenever I had a moment alone my mind would wander to that interaction in the hallway… don’t marry him…and then it would wander to thoughts of Eris, that damned dream I kept having.

“Of course I’ll stay,” he says, turning from the door.

As long as you’ll let me, I’ll do anything for you princess…

Cassian walks over to where I sit on the couch, picks up my outstretched legs and places them on his lap so that he can sit down. His forearms rest on my shins as he flips open his book and I nearly gawk at how natural the movement is for him.

“You don’t have to sit next to me, you know?” I laugh. “You can sit in one of the chairs over there if you want to.” I say nodding to a set of armchairs in the corner.

“Yeah but this is the only seat close to the fire,” he replies. “Besides, those chairs aren’t very wing friendly.”

My eyes look back to the chairs and realize that he’s right so I shrug my shoulders and turn my eyes to my book. It was hard to concentrate on reading with the feeling of my legs in his lap but as my eyes scan the page I can’t help but get lost in the story…

“So you have me alone, in your bedroom.” Sofie says. “Now what happens?”

Alexander stalks towards her, looking her up and down. “Now I kiss you, and touch you, and make you mine in every way I possibly can.”

I feel my blood heat up and I avidly try not to let my toes curl knowing they are currently in Cassian’s lap. The scene progresses and I try not to look like I’m reading something so filthy in the presence of my general, which is near impossible.

Cassian clears his throat and I yank my gaze up expecting to find him looking at me like a scorned parent. Instead I find him quietly reading his own book. His own very large, very heavy book.

“That book is huge,” I point out and his gaze snaps to me. “What is it about?”

“It’s about war strategies,” he replies cooly. “I’ve read it before, but I like to brush up on it every now and then.”

“That’s what you read in your spare time? War strategies?” I scoff.

“Knowledge is power princess,” he smiles flipping through the pages of the abnormally large book. “I’m your general, don’t you want me reading this kind of thing?”

“I want you to read what makes you happy, especially when it’s for pleasure.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Well then you’ll be glad to know that reading war books makes me happy,” he muses at me.

I shake my head and return to my own book, getting caught up in the heat of the scene once more.

“What are you reading princess?” Cassian chides knowingly.

“Oh nothing,” I say, pulling the book closer to my chest in a way that definitely could’ve been more subtle.

“Really because it looked like you were riveted a few moments ago,” he smirks, leaning over to try and see the title.

“Well it’s a good book!” I squeak, pulling the book back further so he can’t see it.

“Why are you hiding?” Cassian laughs. “Afraid I’ll judge your literary tastes?”

“Yes actually I am,” I laugh pulling the book away from his hand as he tries to pluck it from my fingers.

“Oh c’mon princess I showed you mine now show me yours,” he teases. One of his hands clamps down on my ankle so I can’t shift away anymore while the other snatches the book from my hands.

“Cassian!” I protest as he moves the novel to his other hand that’s hanging off the arm of the couch.

“As he kissed her feverishly his hands ran down her bare breasts, leaving goosebumps over the skin they touched.” Cassian read from the book. “This isn’t very lady like reading material princess!” he teases me.

In a panic I climb over his lap to try and get the book back but he pulls it even further away.

“Alexander's fingers traveled lower to her awaiting-” Cassian laughed before I finally grabbed the book from his hands.

“I’ll take that!” I said snapping the book closed.

It wasn’t until the book was safely in my possession once more that I realized the compromising position I was in… I was on his lap. I was sitting on my general's lap. I quickly scooted over to the side to sit next to him once more trying to hide the blush in my cheeks.

“Who knew you had a secret romantic side?” Cassian teases with a sly smirk.

“Yeah yeah, you found me out! Now go back to reading your book about stabbing people!” I brush him off with a laugh.

We spend the rest of the evening reading our respective books, this time without any interruptions. At first it’s nearly impossible to read while he’s right next to me, especially given the content of said book. But after a while I fall into a comfortable silence with the general, stealing glances at him whenever I can. At some point in the night, though I can’t pinpoint when, my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep, one of the most peaceful rests I’d had in a while.

Cassian:

I’d be lying if I didn’t say the content of the princess’ book didn’t both shock and intrigue me. So much so that I couldn’t help but glance her way every once in a while just to see her little hands gripping the pages like her life depended on it.

Even though she was just sitting there reading, she was so undeniably gorgeous. No wonder her beauty had been built up to the point where she was practically a character from mythology. I almost cursed myself for admiring her too much, clearly just becoming another wide eyed male desperately seeking the princess’ attention. I recalled how Helion practically begged Rhysand for her hand, not to mention the other lords. Gods I really was just one of many when, and even more depressing, the least worthy of her affections.

At one point I glanced over to find her fast asleep with her book resting on her chest. I thought about leaving to go to my room or carrying her to bed. But she was so peaceful. More peaceful in this moment than I had seen in the past few weeks. I would kill anyone who dared pull her from that peace, and that meant myself as well. So I set down my book and let myself sink further into the couch.

I had never slept in the library before, but there’s a first time for everything.

Cassian:

“You’re even slower today than you were yesterday brother,” Azriel barked, swinging his sword towards me. I blocked with my own, the sound of metal on metal reverberating throughout the air. “Let me guess, another bad night of sleep?”

“I slept fine!” I grumble going in for the attack, he blocks me with ease.

“Are you sure? When I saw you asleep on the couch with the princess this morning you didn’t look too comfortable.” he smirked. The words caught me so off guard I missed my block and his sword sliced the back of my shoulder.

“Ahh,” I hissed at the cut.

“Sorry I thought you were gonna block that,” Azriel laughs.

“I’m fine,” I say, shrugging off the small cut. “Let’s go again.”

“Actually let’s call it, Rhys needs me on the border to check on things with Hybern,” Az replies, putting his sword over with the others.

I do the same and go to take off the wraps around my hands. I can’t help but notice the scars and calluses all over them from years of battle and war. Clearly hands unfit to be anywhere near the princess.

“How does the autumn court fare?” Azriel asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Still full of the most pompous asses in Prythian,” I roll my eyes.

“Good to see things haven’t changed,” Az laughs. “Does y/n seem to be warming up to Eris?”

My head immediately goes to that dark hallway. How she screamed for him to get off her. I’ll never unsee the fear in her eyes.

“No, she can’t stand him. But he seems to be warming up to her just fine,” I say trying not to sound as bristled as I am.

“Uh oh,” Azriel said, catching my tone.

“He was going to rape her the other day, I had to intervine.” I huff tossing away what’s left of my wraps a little harsher than I normally would.

“Are you serious? Why haven’t you told Rhys?” Azriel asks, his tone changing.

“She won’t let me, she's determined to see this thing through, for us, for her people.” I explain trying to stay calm.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see this coming,” Azriel says. “When she became this almost mythical being I knew that she would be a conquest. Especially for males like Eris. If he chooses to marry her it won’t be because he loves her. He just wants to say that he owns The Jewel.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I scoff at my brother.

“She deserves someone who loves her for her. Someone who sees her as more than The Jewel. Someone who has a big heart. Someone who makes her laugh. Someone that teaches her how to play drinking games,” Azriel went on and I knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Nice try Az, but it’s never going to happen,” I huff walking towards the door

“You wouldn’t know, you haven’t asked her!” he shouts at me.

I shake my head at my brother's persistence as I make my way inside the House of Wind. For what it’s worth, I should be flattered that he think’s the princess could ever love someone like me. But I don’t feel flattered, I feel like a joke. The kind that might be passed around by other men at taverns for years to come.

“Have you ever heard the story of the bastard general and the beautiful princess?”

“The poor fool fell in love with her and she turned him down flat!”

Gods I could hear the crowds of drunken fools laughing at the tale right now.

The kitchen in the House of Wind always seemed like the most alive part of the house and the part of the house I had always ventured to least. Meals always seemed to appear whenever they were required, leaving no reason to darken the kitchen's doorstep. However, while the cut on the back of my shoulder didn’t hurt, the last thing I needed was an infection. Which is how I found myself rummaging through doors and cabinets for the first aid kit.

“You’re bleeding.” said that beautiful voice cutting through the air like a siren's song. I swore then and there I’d follow it to whatever end.

I turned to find the princess, standing in the doorway clutching that red leather book from last night. I don’t miss her eyes glancing over my half naked body and it takes everything in me not to bear a self satisfied smirk.

“It’s just a scratch from sparring with Az,” I reply, trying to look over my shoulder to see the state of the cut.

“Here, let me help you,” she said, turning to the drawer nearest to her and pulling out the first aid kit.

“Don’t worry I can do it,” I assure her, the idea of her dirtying her hands by touching me makes me cringe.

“It’s on your back you won’t be able to reach it,” she answers, laying out the things from the kit.

“Princess you really don’t have-”

“Shh, think of it as me repaying you for fetching that book for me last night,” she says with a playful glint in her eye.

I smile remembering everything from me teasing her about the dog comment to the sight of her reading that dirty book. I turn around so she can see the small cut.

“Do you think you could sit down? It’ll be easier for me to reach.” she asked me.

“Yes sorry,” I replied sitting down.

My skin practically buzzes from anticipation, knowing I’ll feel the gentleness of her hands at any moment. I suddenly feel like an adolescent male again, excited at the idea of having a female hug me. The second the warm washcloth is pulled away from the cut it’s replaced by her hands smoothing a healing balm over it. I flinch at the chill of her fingers on my bare skin.

“Sorry my hands are cold,” she apologizes. I almost laugh, her hands are nothing but perfect. All of her is.

“No it’s okay,” I say back trying to keep my voice even. I feel her smooth a bandage over the cut and the second she removes her hands from my skin I contemplate begging her to touch me once more.

“All patched up!” she cheers, already beginning to pick up the supplies.

“Thank gods I thought they were going to have to amputate,” I laugh standing up and flexing my shoulder back and forth to get used to the feeling of the wrapping.

“We can’t have that. How would you dance at the Vanserra’s ball tomorrow night?” she jokes putting the kit back in the drawer.

“Ah yes, I forgot that’s tomorrow,” I say. In truth I had been counting down the days leading up to the dreaded event.

“You are coming right?” she asks and I can sense a bit of worry behind her words.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” I assure her.

“Good, it’ll be nice to have a familiar face there,” she smiles. “Who knows, maybe they’ll bring out that wine they had at dinner.”

“They better, there’s no way I can stand being in a room full of pompous assholes that long sober!” I laugh.

“Tell me about it, I’ll have to dance with Eris all night,” she says, rolling her eyes. The image of her in his arms is enough to make my blood boil.

“Who knows princess, maybe you’ll be surprised at your surplus of dance partners,” I smirk knowingly.

“I’m sure Eris will beat them all off with a stick,” she huffs leaning against the table, picking at her nails.

“Then he should talk to Rhys first and get a few pointers,” I laughed leaning against the table next to her.

"Or better yet, maybe I'll bring a stick to fend them off myself," she quips, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

With a shared laugh, we lingered in the moment, finding solace in each other's company before the looming specter of tomorrow's ball cast its shadow over us once more.

Part 5

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sturn1olo-ffics · 6 months

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- HIDDEN (a series) -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

- Warnings: kissing, suggestive content?, profanity, use of y/n, enemies to lovers 😈, hidden love frfr, multiple parts; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Y/n and Matt aren’t very fond of each other on the outside, but on the inside, what really are they?

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(Y/N’s POV):

Finding myself alone on a Friday night, I walked down the stairs of my apartment and into my living room. Turning on the TV to my Spotify account, as it is way louder than my speaker, I started playing my rap playlist.

I had only really gotten into rap because of Chris, my best friend, playing it every time he got on aux in my car. But, I can’t complain. I’m always open to trying something new.

I set the remote down and headed to the kitchen to start making some pasta for dinner. After doing so, I sat down at my island on a stool and began eating.

I found myself scrolling through Instagram before I got a call from Madi.

“Hey girl. Some of the girls and I just got invited to a last minute party tonight. Wanna come with? It’s an excuse to dress uppp…!” She said, dragging the last word out musically.

“Yeah sure! Text me the addy and send a pic of what you’re wearing” I responded excitedly before we ended the call.

I sat my bowl in the sink, along with the pots I used, and headed up to my bedroom to start getting ready.

I searched through my closet, finding a red satin dress that hugged my curves perfectly, and some gold heels. I had been waiting to wear this outfit out.

I started on my hair, blow drying it to show off the layers I had gotten cut just days before. Then headed on to my makeup.

Upon finishing my makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror a bit, admiring the job I did on my eyeliner proudly. Then, I sprayed some cherry-smelling perfume and put on some gold jewelry that matched my shoes.

I grabbed my phone and searched through my saved audios on TikTok before finding the perfect one to lip sync to.

But, before I could hit record, I heard a knock at my bedroom window.

Immediately surprised due to my room being on the second floor, I was hesitant to open my curtains.

Before I could take a step toward the window, I heard a laugh come from the other side.

“Y/N I know you’re in there.” It was Matt.

I never got along with Matt, but really there was no reason behind why we hated each other so much.

Opening the curtain and then the window, I questioned him as he climbed in, soaked from the rain.

“Matt why the fuck are you at my apartment… let alone my bedroom window?” I backed away from him.

“I knocked on your front door, you just didn’t hear because of your loud ass music.” He sassed back.

“Okay but why are you here though…?” I asked, still very confused and knocked out of routine.

“I came to see if you had Chris’ hoodie… which is actually mine, but he stole it.” He said, stepping toward my closet.

“I think I do actually, but you could have just called me.” I opened my closet and grabbed the hoodie he was asking about.

“What’s the fun in that?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear before grabbing the hoodie out of my hand.

“Excuse me? Don’t fucking whisper in my ear like that-” I backed away from him before he cut me off.

“Oh please, pretty girl, you know you liked it.” He responded and turned toward my bedroom door.

“Ew. Go home Matt.” I stated, dramatically shaking my body to show how “icky” I felt. But really, my heart was racing.

“What are you all dressed up for?” He turned back around, walking back towards me.

“I’m going to a party with Madi.” I stated, setting my phone down on my vanity.

“Oh, I was hoping it was for me.” He lowered his voice and smirked at me.

“Wha-” I questioned before being cut off by Matt’s hands on my waist.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl Chris has ever been friends with. It’s a shame he doesn’t want you.” He smiled down at me, maintaining eye contact.

“I don’t want Chris like that-” I began before he cut me off once again.

“But that means I get to have you all to myself.” He said, pulling me closer by the waist.

I panicked, searching his eyes for anything that would help me understand what was going on, but I instead found my eyes landing on his lips.

Noticing this, he cupped my jaw with one hand and placed the other on the small of my back, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

I pulled back, searching his eyes before smiling and deepening the kiss.

He turned us around and backed up toward the bed before sitting down and pulling me on top to straddle his lap.

Pulling back, he moved the hair on my neck and placed sloppy, wet kisses down my jaw and onto my neck before marking me up.

“Matt-” was all I could murmur out, being engulfed by his cologne.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned before placing more kisses onto my chest, leaving more marks.

“We shouldn’t-” I started as my breath hitched at the feeling of his hips bucking up.

I pulled away from him and stood up, holding my hand out to pull him off my bed.

“We really shouldn’t.” I stated, running my fingers through my hair.

“You’re right, y/n.” He grabbed the hoodie he had thrown onto the bed and handed it back to me.

“Keep it. It’s not mine, it’s Chris’. I just knew you’d have a hoodie of his and used it as an excuse to come see you.” He laughed.

Giggling along with him, I led him down the stairs and to the front door.

“Do you wanna come to the party with me?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“Nah, I got a video to film with Nick and Chris. Keep your bedroom window unlocked for me later, though.” He turned the door knob and headed towards his car, winking before hopping in the drivers seat.

“Will do.” I responded with a smile before closing my front door.

I headed back up to my room, still in confusion, to freshen up my makeup before leaving for the party while still leaving my bedroom window unlocked.

Upon arriving to the party, I found Madi and the other girls before receiving a text from Chris.

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A/N: Y’all this has got to be one of my favorite fics I’ve written so far and I cannot wait to share the other parts with y’all 😍😍

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Kids In The Kitchen

Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.

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Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.

She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.

It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.

Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.

He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.

Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.

"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.

Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.

"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.

"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.

"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"

"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.

"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.

"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.

"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.

"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.

"Lil." She shared.

"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.

Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.

"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.

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The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.

She absolutely loves it!

Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.

But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!

Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.

"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."

"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.

It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.

Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.

"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.

"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.

She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.

"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"

"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"

"Of course." He assured her.

"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.

"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.

Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!

They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"

"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.

"That." She said, "Is she real?"

He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.

"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"

She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.

Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!

"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."

"You were small?" She looked surprised.

"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."

"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"

"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"

"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.

"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.

Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.

It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.

People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.

"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"

"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.

"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.

"Mhmm!"

"Can we go?" She gasped.

"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.

"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.

"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"

"Mhmm!"

"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.

The Princess gets what princess wants!

"Can Mummy go too?"

"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!

"When can we go?"

"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.

"You can dress up?"

"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."

Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.

She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.

He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.

She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.

With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.

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N O T E :

This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*

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blueariel3-blog · 10 months

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Together

Pairing: Poly!Dragonott x Reader

Summary: Draco is tasked with finishing the vanishing cabinet, but it's tearing him apart. You and Theo make a plan to help him.

You skipped down the hallway, your hand safely enclosed in Theo’s rather large one. Pansy made a joke about Trelawany’s outfit ahead of you and the group of Slytherins laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending some second years running. You nodded along and smiled, pretending as if you heard the joke and thought it was funny as you focused on getting to the great hall.

The smell of fresh roast and gravy hit your nose and you sighed as you happily took your seat. Theo sat next to you, helped you fix your plate, and poured you a drink, smiling as he did so. You brushed a tender kiss across his cheek in thanks. There were several minutes of silent eating and chattering before you realized Draco wasn’t at the table and likely wasn’t coming.

You gently placed a hand on Theo’s knee and gave a small squeeze. He gave you a quiet look of understanding and gestured for you to finish your meal. You did so quietly, nodding along to the conversation and trying not to let fear and worry consume you and ruin your appetite.

When dinner was almost over, you made your way around to the kitchens to find the elves. They all greeted you warmly as you passed through, rich smells filling your nose and washing some of your nerves away. You stopped at the counter in front of the head elf and gently laid your hands on the counter.

“Could I have a plate to go? Please?” It wasn’t unusual for you to often ask the elves for a plate to take, and you gathered they knew why.

“Of course, dear.” The elderly elf climbed down from her stool and you watched her toddle around the kitchen to collect the food. In a magically extended box, they shoved a double heaping of roast and gravy, rice, carrots, turnips, pumpkin pastries, and cheesecake. She set the box on the counter and patted it, handing her a small extended pitcher of pumpkin juice.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly. The elf placed her withered hand on your cheek gently and nodded, motioning for you to get going. You gently took the box and pitcher and pushed open the kitchen doors with your elbow, meeting Theo right outside.

“I’m worried about him,” you said as he took the box from you. You both started down the corridors, keeping track of the moving staircases in order to get to the room of requirement. You passed Snape in the hallway who nodded his head and continued on his way.

“I am too. Maybe he’ll let us help today.” He sighed as he stepped in front of the blank wall, waiting on you to step beside him. You gave him a sharp look.

“I doubt it. Show me the room of requirement.”

The stones began to chip away until a door appeared. Theo turned the handle and sighed. A blast of warm air hit you in the face and you sighed, shrugging your robes off as you weaved through the stacks of lost and forgotten objects. A clattering sound to your right had you sharply turning and coming to stand behind a head of platinum hair.

You placed a hand on his shoulder as you braced for an outburst. He turned to face both of you, dark circles around his eyes. You could see how tired he was and how stress had taken a toll on his body, but you had lost that fight more times than you cared to admit.

Theo placed the box on the table beside you and stepped towards you both, placing a hand on Draco’s other shoulder. He sagged into both of your touches before pulling away and rubbing a tired hand through his hair, the movement slow and sluggish. He dropped onto the worn quilted couch you and Theo spent much of your time on while watching him.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” he mumbled. He was a very closed-off person despite sharing a relationship with both of you and refused to accept help. You gently lowered yourself to the floor and sat against his legs as Theo took the open seat next to him.

“We know we didn’t have to, but we wanted to. Don’t want you to be alone,” You whispered. Despite knowing no one else occupied the room and you could talk as loud as you wanted, you always kept your voice quiet around your boys.

“Thanks,” he sighed.

Theo gently patted his thigh and motioned for him to turn his body, laying his head down in Theo’s lap. He stroked the blond and stringy hair away from his pale face, scratching gently at his scalp. The hand that dangled over the edge allowed for you to reach out and grasp his cold fingers in yours.

“How much have you gotten done?” Theo was always hesitant to ask but knew it was a conversation that needed to be had.

“Almost done, just need a few more days.” Theo exchanged a look with you and shook his head. He had been saying that for weeks.

“Why don’t you eat and rest a little while? Theo and I will wake you up in a few hours.”

“Can’t. Need to finish the cabinet.” His words slurred together and his eyes dropped as he struggled to stay awake. You brushed a tender kiss to his fingers and gently massaged the pressure point on his wrist, the dark mark almost touching it.

You sat there for a few minutes as you both waited for Draco to drift to sleep. When quiet snoring filled the room, you pried his hand out of yours and pulled up from the floor. You silently cast a charm to extend the couch to a bed big enough to fit the three of you and placed a silencing charm around the posters.

You helped Theo move his body and tug off his robes to make him more comfortable. He wore his white button-down and boxers when you were both done, curled under the silk green sheets and resting comfortably.

“Want me to help,” Theo whispered. You shook your head and bent to place a kiss on his forehead.

“No, stay with him. You both need some sleep.” Your lips hovered near his brow, pressing another kiss before standing upright and moving to the cabinet a few feet away.

You cast another silencing charm around you and opened the creaking door only to find a dead bird inside. You sighed and banished the creature, shutting the door again to think.

An hour later, you heard Theo’s snores join in with Draco’s. You turned to see Draco laying behind Theo, an arm wrapped around his waist as he buried his head in the curly chocolate locks. You smiled and turned back to the furniture.

In the next hour, you managed to accomplish a few things. You altered the spells along the outside and inside of the cabinet to cushion the entrance and exit of whoever stepped inside. You also added a muffling spell to keep the sound contained and fixed the squeaky hinges that plagued Draco’s nightmares.

It was another 3 hours and lots of charms and transfigurations before you decided to step inside. You knew if either of the boys saw you in the cabinet they would combust, but they were both happily sleeping. You took a deep breath and carefully shut the door behind you, trusting your spell work to be thorough enough to protect your life.

With a deep breath, you muttered the charm and braced your hands against the walls. There was a light humming and a quick flash of light before the furniture eased back into its quiet nature. You carefully cracked open the door and were met with a room quite different than the one you had just left. A large smile appeared on your face.

You cast a diagnostic and checked for injuries to make sure you weren’t looking over anything in your desperation for the cabinet to work. When you were sure you were fine, you closed the door once more and uttered the charm again. The same quiet rumbling and flash of light consumed you before it went still again.

On the other side of this door were your two boyfriends wrapped in one another arms and snoring. You grinned, hardly containing your squeal, and jumped out of the cabinet. Another diagnostic confirmed you were not injured.

You peeled off your uniform and transformed your dress shirt into a long t-shirt and slipped into bed behind Draco. The clock on the opposite wall read 4:55 am and you silently groaned as you set the alarm for 7 sharp. A few lost hours of sleep would be worth it for his well-being.

You slipped a hand around Draco’s abdomen and lightly kissed his head, nuzzling in deep to the comforting scent of apples and chestnut.

A few hours later, the sharp ringing of an alarm woke you from your sleep. You all three groaned as you moved around the bed, disentangling limbs. Draco suddenly shot from the bed and almost tripped on his trousers before stumbling to the cabinet.

“I wasn’t supposed to sleep! I have to finish this cabinet in time!” He pulled at the roots of his hair and you shot up from the bed, coming to grasp his hands and prevent him from hurting himself further.

“Draco, baby, I fixed the cabinet.” It was as if he was in his own world and couldn’t hear you.

“He’s going to kill me if I don’t get this done! I’ll have to skip classes again to make up for it,” He mumbled to himself. Theo joined you two and pulled Draco into his side who tried to push him away.

“Draco! Listen to her!”

Theo shoved his shoulders and turned him around to watch you. Draco lifted his eyebrows as if surprised to find you there and reached out a hand.

“Darling, I’m sorry. I have to finish the cabinet. Let Theo take you to get ready and I’ll try to get you for lunch.”

“Draco I fixed the cabinet.” His hand stilled mid-air and he blinked at you.

“That’s not funny.” He narrowed his eyes. You huffed and stomped towards the cabinet, pulling the door open and then sealing yourself inside. You heard Draco yelling from the other side.

“NO! Theo, let me go! She’s going to die!” There was a brief sound of struggling and then silence.

You opened the door to find a different room and sighed, closing it once again. When you opened the door a second time, both boys stood with their mouths hanging open as you stepped out.

“Now, no more worrying. It’s fixed. You will go to class and eat with us and sleep in our bed and you will not spend another moment worrying about this wretched furniture. Either of you.” You gave them both a pointed look.

“How did you…why?” Draco sounded astonished and his eyes began to glass over. You placed a hand on each side of his head and kissed him gently before resting your foreheads together.

“It was tearing you apart and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to do something. It’s fixed now and you don’t have to worry about it for a while.” You placed another kiss on his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then each cheek, and finally another one on his lips.

“Thank you. Both of you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He extended a hand behind him for Theo who gladly took it and joined the embrace. The dark-haired wizard placed a kiss on both of your heads.

“Now that that’s sorted, let's all go shower, together. Then we can eat, together. And then go to class, together. And when the day is done we’ll all take a nap, together.” You smiled and hummed, leaning into his side.

“That sounds lovely. I’ve missed both of you.” Draco gave each of you a short kiss and tugged on your hands, leading you to the pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed.

You each helped one another dress slowly, sharing small smiles and giggles. It wasn’t long before the three of you walked quietly through the halls together to the bathroom, desperate to be in each other's arms again.

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luvsellie · 2 years

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LITTLE RED DRESS [e. williams]

summary after initially surprising your girlfriend on tour, she decides some things can't wait until after her show

warnings smut, fingering (f! recieving), thigh riding, lowkey brat taming (not really), there's no after-care!!

wc 2.4k

note this woman consumes my thoughts to a point that is no longer mentally healthy. also, listen to cherry by lana del rey !

part 1

by the time your girlfriend and her bandmates had finished their dress rehearsal, you had changed out of your jeans and t-shirt.

“is that the dress i bought you?” ellie asked, watching closely as you climbed the steps to the stage. upon your arrival, she shoved her guitar behind her and walked toward you with a look of interest.

smiling, you let her drink in the article of clothing she had sent to you two months prior, your fingers brushing against the skirt of the little red dress.

“you look good,” she said a little quieter, her eyes lingering on your spilling cleavage and the lacy white thigh-high socks that dug into your supple skin. “really good.”

used to her flattery, you grabbed her hand earnestly and gave it a squeeze. “only for you, babe.”

ellie looked like she wanted to say more, but she could only clamp her mouth shut when jesse said your name, grinning from ear to ear as he half-walked half-jogged up to you. he didn’t take a second to greet you with words. instead, he pulled you in for a hug.

your fingers slipped from ellie’s as you wrapped your arms around the black-haired man, slightly taken back by his upfront attitude. “hey, jesse, long time no see, yeah?”

“yeah,” jesse agreed, pulling away so he could properly see you. “it’s been lonely without our number one fan here, hasn’t it, dina?”

“oh, definitely,” dina nodded from her stool at the drums, her signature ponytail swishing behind her. “it sucks not having a person to spark ellie’s creativity when she only has a couple of hours to finish writing a song she’s been putting off. it is absolutely tragic, i say.”

you huffed out a laugh as you looked at your girlfriend. she leaned against a wooden crate and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head at dina’s poke with an eye roll. “until you guys are the ones doing all the writing, i don’t want to hear shit. life’s boring around here, okay?”

jesse’s nose scrunched. “you think we’re boring? ouch, man.”

wetting her lips, ellie gave her bandmate a sharp look. “only when i’m with my girlfriend, ‘cause she is way more entertaining to be around.”

“you mean way more entertaining because you get to do her,” dina quipped, earning a frown from jesse and a blank stare from you.

ellie continued to slouch against the wooden box, her face unreadable.

“you’re not even going to argue with her?” jesse asked with raised brows, his hands resting on his hips as he looked from dina to ellie. he even side-eyed your dumbfounded figure a few feet away.

she puffed out the start of a chuckle as she shrugged. “i mean, she’s not wrong, so why would i try and deny it?”

you rubbed at your forehead as you groaned. “ellie, for the love of god…”

an amused smirk was shot your way, moss green eyes glinting with teasing delight. something about the way she looked at you was irking. ellie was never this outright. or an enjoyer of attention, for that matter. this was new, and there was no denying that even given the circumstances of the current conversation, you were enjoying it.

“what?” ellie started, pushing off the crate with ease. “don’t pretend that you-”

“i am not going to let you finish that sentence,” you interrupted with a raised hand, blinking a few times as you glanced at dina and jesse. your face was starting to grow hot, and the way dina tried—and failed—to hide her snicker set your embarrassment to well over a hundred percent.

pressing your lips into a thin line, you cleared your throat. “if you guys are finished talking about ellie doing me, then i suggest running a few songs some more. i could hear y’all as i walked over…was not the best.”

ellie’s eyebrows jumped to her hairline. something about her expression told you that she knew you were just trying to change the subject. “really? i thought we sounded fine.”

“better than fine, actually,” jesse jumped in, which prompted dina to nod.

you sighed heavily, waving them off and making your way to the edge of the stage. “suit yourselves then. give your fans a shitty experience, i don’t care.”

when you heard footsteps chase after you, there was no more hiding the shit-eating grin you were trying to conceal. ellie’s gait was too recognizable.

as you trotted down the set of stairs in a few quick motions, ellie jumped down from the stage, reaching out to grab your wrist. “hey. where are you going?”

her voice was curious yet demanding.

“back to the dressing room. thought i’d let you guys continue to focus on your music,” you said sweetly, watching ellie’s face contort from concern to recognition.

she hummed in acknowledgment before releasing her loose grip on you. “i’ll come with.” turning to jesse and dina’s confused persons, she gave them—and you—no time to argue as she wrapped an arm around your waist and said to them, “keep rehearsing, i’ll be back in a few.”

you let her guide you to a back hallway with no objection before you finally spoke up. “you’re unbelievable sometimes.”

“how so?” she asked with no real interest, though the hand on your hip pressed you closer to her side as she studied the surrounding corridor.

“well, for starters,” you said tightly, “you just, oh, i don’t know, talk about how fun it is to bone me in front of jesse and dina like it’s not fucking embarrassing.” you were staring at her now, growing irritated with how her eyes were on everything but you. “secondly, i can never tell when you’re going to- okay, what the hell is so much more interesting than this conversation right now?”

your abrupt question finally moved her line of sight your way, and ellie said without any hesitation, “i’m looking for a room to fuck you in.”

oh, you thought, heart leaping to your throat. swallowing the sudden thickness, you watched as her eyebrows flicked upwards, and it was then that you realized you might’ve not just thought up the word.

“oh,” she mocked, the same cocky smile from earlier making a return. taking your silence for compliance, the hand on your back continued to guide you forward, steering you toward the women’s bathroom just up ahead.

trying to calm the sudden flutter of nerves building in the pit of your stomach, you let out a shaky breath and pushed past the swinging door. you heard ellie flip the lock.

“ya know,” she said as you turned around, “i’ve wanted to fuck you the moment i saw you standing in my dressing room.”

her confession sent your cheeks aflame, and you suddenly found it hard to look her in the eye. leaning against the marble of one of the sinks, you crossed your arms, trying and failing to show that her words meant nothing. that there was no effect when she was so upfront with you. but she knew the facade was a lie and had always liked the fight of getting you to admit how much her choice of words drove you to insanity. even if it wasn’t necessarily with words.

she was silent as she approached you, nothing but confidence in her long strides. you watched eagerly as she licked her pink lips. her hands landed on either side of you, trapping you against the cold counter.

“kiss me,” you told her quietly, eyes glued to her mouth. “kiss me until i am sick of it.”

ellie let out a huff, smiling at you before moving her right hand to your back and pushing your body against hers, relishing the sound you made when her lips met yours.

cupping her face, you kissed her feverishly, squirming under her touch when her thigh slotted between your legs. “ellie…” you whimpered into her mouth, grinding down on the muscle she had offered you.

“fuck,” she muttered, pulling away just enough to watch you desperately hump her leg. she grew frustrated as she noticed the skirt of your dress hiding what she wanted to see most. so, with you still chasing for some sort of friction, she slid her hands along your thighs, up until she could feel the cotton of your panties, and pushed away the fabric, pinning the ruffles to your stomach with a hand.

clinging to the auburn-haired woman, you panted as the texture of her jeans grew even more euphoric with time. the way your clit brushed deliciously against her thigh with every move sent chills sprawling over your heated skin. but it still wasn’t enough. you wanted to feel ellie, specifically those long, calloused fingers of hers.

“ellie…” you repeated hazily, using a hand to force her eyes up to yours. “...touch me. please.”

fortunately, you didn’t have to tell her twice.

letting out a soft grunt, she lowered her thigh, earning a protesting grumble from you. “sh, sh, sh,” she hushed, gently turning you around to face the large bathroom mirror. “i got you.”

you gripped the hand that had found its way to your breast, wriggling against her chest. that same hand snaked to your chin, forearm still pushed up against your tits, steadying your movements. she made you meet her half-lidded stare through the mirror as she said, “look at you, all desperate and squirming…and i haven’t even properly touched you yet.”

“then hurry up and fuck me,” you snapped at her, pushing your ass against her front for emphasis. “or are you just gonna stand here and- oh!”

ellie grinned as the cusp of her palm grazed your clit, the hand not pinning you to her stuffed down your sodden panties. her amusement morphed into fake worry, her lips tugged down in a pitiful frown as she looked at you. her fingers ran from your entrance to your clit, your slick wetting her fingers. “what’s wrong?” she asked mockingly. “i thought this was what you wanted.”

“i said,” you hissed out, hands fisted into your bunched-up dress, “to hurry up and fuck me, not be a tease.”

dropping her taunting demeanor, she roughly twisted your face toward her, forcing you to look at her. “stop being a brat.”

you let out a shaky gasp as she thrusted two fingers into you, her thumb toying with your clit. she wasted no time easing you open, simply prying into your pussy with force.

eyes rolling toward the ceiling, you managed a whine, her name falling from your lips like a mantra. the way the pads of her fingers dragged against your walls, the tips brushing your g-spot with every drive up, nearly sent you to tears.

noticing the way your lids were slowly starting to close from pleasure, ellie moved your chin in the direction of the mirror again. “open up your eyes, sweetheart. look at me.”

you groaned in protest, but did as she commanded.

“if i see you close your eyes or look away, you’re not cumming. got it?” she said, earning a slight nod from your already fucked-out figure. “use your words, pretty girl.”

shuddering at the praise, and the way her fingers relentlessly continued to pump in and out, you found yourself struggling to muster up any words. after a few seconds of you just staring hopelessly at ellie through the mirror, her fingers stopped inside you. and just as she was about to remove them, you grabbed her wrist, babbling out, “yes, yes i understand…jus’ don’t stop. please.”

the corners of ellie’s mouth quirked upwards, her dilated pupils narrowing in on your face. “atta girl,” she cooed, her fingers continuing their languid motions in your cunt.

“‘m gonna cum,” you panted, watching her reflection. she peppered the side of your neck with kisses, only humming in response.

“ellie…” you tried again, “i’m gonna cum.”

“i know,” she said, smiling against your now-bruising skin. she loved how easy it was to make you finish.

the hand on your chin loosened its grip before sliding down and pushing past the hem of your dress. ellie had started on another hickey when she rolled one of your hardened nipples between her thumb and forefinger. she huffed out a laugh at the sound of you moaning breathlessly.

your hips had started moving on their own accord, too wrapped up in the pleasure ellie force-fed you, and your mind was so deep into cloud 9 that you barely heard when dina started calling for your girlfriend on the other side of the door.

ellie sighed heavily, though the pace at which her fingers moved didn’t stop their pace. in fact, you could’ve sworn they sped up.

“god dammit, dina” she cursed quietly, frustration evident in her voice. as she spoke, she added a third finger into your cunt, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. the hand playing with your tits pressed itself over your mouth. “don’t make a fucking sound,” she grounded out.

breathing heavily against her palm, your thrusts into her hand grew sloppy. you were close and ellie was well aware.

ignoring the calls from dina, she stared at you in the mirror, eyes lowering to where her fingers scissored inside of you. “come on, baby, you’re almost there.”

you gripped both of her wrists earnestly, ass pushing back against her pelvis with every jerking move. when she tweaked your right nipple a certain way, dina’s voice no longer present, you felt your hips sputter as you came on her fingers.

whining into her hand, ellie slowed her pace but didn’t stop right then, helping you ride out your high. “just like that. good girl,” she said quietly, watching you carefully. when your breath started to grow even again, she peeled her hand from your mouth and removed her fingers from your pussy. stepping back, she said, “take your panties off.”

she brought her cum-covered fingers to her lips as she observed you, sucking your wetness from her skin.

swallowing hard, you did as she said, shimmying your underwear down your shaking legs, over your thigh-high socks, and stepping out of them. you handed them to her hesitantly.

ellie wiped her hand on the bottom part of her shirt before taking them from you. “thank you,” she chirped, stuffing them into the back pocket of her jeans. she placed a hand on your hip, fixing a few strands of your hair with the other.

as you looked at her, lips red and eye makeup smudged, she smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “let’s go see what dina wants, shall we?”

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Friends Don’t | J.Seresin

Summary: Y/n L/n and Jake "Hangman" Seresin have been best friends since birth (their parents are life long friends and they were born exactly a month apart. They visited on and off for years after Jake left for the Naval Academy and Y/n went to UCSD. Late night calls, random week long vacations to cross off bucket list items, and even staying together if Jake was ever in San Diego. When Jake returns to San Diego for the Uranium mission, everyone points out the little things about Jake and Y/n’s relationship that are definitely something friends don't.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Warnings: oblivious childhood friends to lovers, mentions of possible death, reader loses it, uranium mission (Let me know if I should add any)

Note: This is my submission for @roosterforme ‘s #love is in the air TGM challenge. When I tell you it took me a month to wrote this! I’m so glad it’s finally out! Enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

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The morning after graduation, y/n l/n met her childhood best friend Jake Seresin out front of their neighboring houses. His truck is parked in front of the houses on their family’s shared ranch, his suitcase and duffel bag sat in the back seat. She watched as his mother hugged him with tears and her eyes along with his sisters. His father simply shook his hand and wished him luck. Y/n leaned against the front of his truck as he walked up to her.

“So….” He trails off, stopping before his best friend.

“So…”

“I guess this is good…” Jake doesn’t even get to finish the sentence before y/n is jumping into a bear hug, holding her best friend close. It takes a moment for Jake to realize what's happening before he’s returning the hug, holding y/n impossibly closer.

“I’m gonna miss you, Jakey.” Y/n cries softly into his chest.

“I’m gonna miss you too, sweets.”

“Don’t forget about me?”

“I could never forget about my best friend.” Jake chuckles, pulling back from the hug. They stood there for a few moments silent, Jake's keys in his hand swaying slightly. “So….”

“I love you.” Jake has to pause and think out what y/n just blurted out. It sounded different than the thousands of times they’ve said it but there's no way she meant it like that.

“I love you too.” He replies, he really means it.

“You should–” Y/n pauses, smiling softly as she steps away from Jake and his truck. “You should probably get on the road.”

Jake nods. He wishes she’d ask him to stay, he has an acceptance to UCSD too. If she asked, he’d give up the Navy in a heartbeat.

Y/n watches as Jake climbs up in his truck. She wants him to drag her with him. Take her all the way across the country and be with her but he’d never jeopardize her dreams, the same way she’d never ask him to give up his.

She holds back her tears as Jake drives down the long road away from the ranch. As soon as she knows he can’t see her, the tears fall. Jake’s mom comes up behind the girl to hold her.

“It's okay sweetheart, he’ll be back for you.” Adeline whispers as she rubs her hand up and down Y/n’s back. “He’d never leave you too far behind.”

15 years later……

“Miss l/n! Can you tell us about the planes again?” One of y/n’s students pleads as they come in from their afternoon recess.

“Didn’t we just talk about the planes this morning?” Y/n laughs as she guides the last couple of fourth graders onto the room.

“Come on Miss l/n!”

“Please?”

“Pretty please Miss l/n?”

Y/n chuckles at the pleads of her students. Teaching at a school close to a Naval Air Station leads to kids constantly seeing fighter jets flying over the playground and lots of questions. Fortunately for y/n, being best friends with a Naval Aviator means she knows way too much about a career she has nothing to do with.

“I think I can take a few more questions before we go home.” Y/n answers walking towards her stool at the front of class.

“And maybe someone who actually flies the planes can answer a few too?” Y/n looks towards the door to see someone she did not expect.

“It's Mr. Jake!”

“Hangman!”

“You came back!”

The students crowd around the aviator who stands just inside the classroom door, cheering at the return of the only aviator most of the kids know.

“Alright back to your seats, let's go!” Y/n directs as Jake makes his way to the front of the classroom.

When Jake was in San Diego for their birthday weekend this year, y/n convinced him to come assist with a science lesson pertaining to planes. The students loved getting a visit from Jake when he’s in the area, and being stationed in Lemoore means Jake visited at least once a month. But what confused y/n more was she didn’t plan for this visit, nor did she know that Jake was even in town.

The kids asked every question under the sun and when the final bell rang no one really wanted to leave. Y/n had to practically force the kids out with the promise that Jake would come visit soon.

“Bye! Have a good weekend!”

“Bye Miss l/n! Bye Mr. Jake!”

When the last kid leaves, Y/n turns to her best friend. “What are you doing here?” Y/n questions.

“Wow, good to see you too, sweets.” Jake laughs, standing from y/n’s office chair.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jakey, I love seeing you, but I just saw you last week for your birthday. Why are you here, and dropping by my work unannounced?”

“It's Navy stuff, sweets.” Jake sighs. “Top Gun called me back. I’ll be here for a few weeks.”

“Seriously?!” Y/n’s eyes light up. They have never spent more than a 3 day period once a year together in the last 10 years. “Do you have a place to stay? I just moved into that new house by the base with a spare bedroom. You won't have to crash on my couch anymore.” Y/n laughs softly.

“I’d stay with you even if I had to sleep in the backyard.” Jake smiles, picking up y/n’s purse as she packs up her cart with work for the weekend. “Missed my best girl.” Jake throws his arm over y/n’s shoulders as they walk to y/n’s car. “Speaking of missing you, few of the pilots are meeting at the Hard Deck, wanna come with?”

“I guess I could use a bit of a break.” Y/n answers as Jake opens the passenger door for her, loading her things into the back before climbing in the driver seat.

“Well look what we have here!”

“Hey Javy.” Y/n laughs, hugging him.

“How's the new place treating you?”

“Wonderfully! Thanks again for helping me move.”

“Hey Coyote. How have you been?”

“Hangman. I’ve been around, man.”

“I’m gonna get a drink, Jake. You want a beer? Javy, beer?”

“Yea, thanks y/n.”

“Thanks sweets.” Jake smiles, pulling his card out for her to open a tab.

“You know I can pay for drinks right?” Y/n tries to push the card away.

“What kind of best friend and gentleman would I be if I let a lady buy her own drinks?” Jake pushes the card towards her again. “Besides, you know our parents would have my head if I let you pay for me.”

“I need to stop letting you use the parent excuse. I know it's bullshit.” Y/n laughs as she makes her way to the bar counter, Jake’s credit card in hand. “Hey Penny can I get 2 beers and a…” y/n trails off. “You know what? Make me an old fashioned, I'm sure Jake’s gonna steal my drink anyways.” Y/n laughs.

“Oh? That pilot of yours back already?” Penny gives y/n a knowing look. There were one too many drunken nights that y/n sat at Penny’s bar complaining about an aviator she liked but didn’t like her back.

“He’s stationed nearby for a bit.” Y/n nods, handing Penny the credit card.

“Jacob Seresin? Y/n, don’t tell me you just handed me a stolen credit card.” Penny chuckles.

“You know me Pen, schools don’t pay enough.” Y/n laughs. “No, it's my best friend’s. He refuses to let me pay everywhere we go.”

“Sounds like a boyfriend thing.” Penny suggests the idea. She’s been watching the two all night and even on the many other occasions the two were around. “I’m just saying Y/n, I think he likes you more than a friend.” Penny points over to the pilot whose eyes are locked on the girl. Y/n turns around just as Jake turns away.

“He’s just looking out for me.” Y/n defends as Penny turns with the drinks.

“Whatever you say but I know that look and that boy is 100% in love with you.”

“Thanks Penny.” Y/n smiles as she walks back over to the boys. “Your beers, gentlemen.” Y/n sets the two bottles down as she takes a sip of her drink.

“Oh lemme see that!” Jake snatches the old fashioned from her hands.

“How did I know?” Y/n laughs as she grabs the second beer, taking a sip as Jake downs the glass.

“Honey I’m home!” Jake calls as he walks into y/n’s house.

“I'm upstairs!” Y/n laughs at his antics

“Hey! The team wants to know if we can have a barbeque the night before the mission here.” Jake asks jogging upstairs.

“Yea that's okay. It’d be Thanksgiving right?” She asks, walking out of the bathroom, a half folded towel in her hand.

“Actually, it's gonna be this saturday, they moved up the mission date.”

Y/n dropped the towel in her hands. “No.” She looks at her best friend with tears in her eyes. “A week early?”

“They told us today.”

“How long are you guys gonna be gone?”

“Three days.”

“Where?” Y/n questions. She’s been through this before but it never gets easier.

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Can you tell me anything?” Y/n walks up to Jake with tears in her eyes.

“I brought the file…”

“No. Jake, no.” Y/n stumbles back, the tears streaming now.

“Sweets…”

“No. We're not doing that.” She knew exactly where he was going with it. The first time Jake went on a life or death mission y/n helped him put together a file of everything that whoever needed to know in case something happened.

“Y/n, it's the reality of my job.” Jake tries to comfort her but she backs away.

“Then don’t go!” She shouts, crying. “Stay here, where it's safe! Where I can’t lose my best friend!” Where I can’t lose the love of my life.

“You know I would if I could.” Jake says softly.

“I… I…” Before y/n could get a word out she’s bolting to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

“Sweets?” Jake is hot on her heels. “Sweetheart, come on.” Jake knocks on her door. “Y/n?”

Y/n doesn’t know what time Jake went to bed but she didn’t leave her room until she knew he wasn’t in the hallway anymore and she dodged him like the plague leading up to the barbeque.

By the time Saturday rolled around Jake and Y/n still weren’t on speaking terms. And the team noticed.

“What's up with you and Hangman?” Phoenix was the first to question y/n.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Y/n walks past her with a couple bowls of chips to the dining room table.

“Y/n, he’s giving you puppy eyes and has been slacking at work all week. We’re worried about him and you!”

“Nothing happened, Nix.” Y/n sighs.

“It's about the mission isn’t it?” Bob asks, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

“Dude you’ve been moping for almost a week. What's up with you and Y/n?” Coyote questions.

“She freaked out on me the other day.” Jake sighs. “I told her the mission was moved up when we were talking about today.”

“Don’t tell me you brought the damn file.” Jake just looks down. “Jake, you know how she is about that.”

“You heard Mav and the admirals. We may not come back. I can’t leave her hanging.”

“Have you tried talking to her?” Coyote questions.

“She’s been avoiding me.” Jake sighs looking over to where y/n walks towards the table with Phoenix following her.

“You better do it tonight.”

“I know.”

“Thanks for letting us hang out here tonight.”

“Of course! You guys are welcome here anytime.” Y/n hugs each aviator as they exit the house. “Be careful tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nods as they leave and y/n immediately starts to clean up.

“Hey sweets?” Y/n ignores Jake as she walks past him to the kitchen. “Sweetheart, will you please talk to me?’

“There’s nothing to talk about Hangman.”

“Y/n, you’ve been ignoring me for days, please just talk to me!”

“What do you want me to say?!” Y/n shouts, turning to face him. “You can’t stay! You wanna hand me that fucking file and go off to your death and I’m just supposed to be okay with that?!”

“You could at least talk to me knowing I might not come back!” Jake shouts. “I don’t want to leave knowing my best friend can’t stand me because of my job.”

“I don’t hate you.” She says softly. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me sweets,” Jake takes a cautious step towards her. “I will do everything in my power to come home to you.”

“I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll clean this tomorrow.” She sighs, moving past Jake to go to her upstairs bedroom.

Jake, sighing, quietly cleans up everything before grabbing his duffle bag and loading up in his truck sending y/n a quick text.

I’m going to stay on base tonight so I don’t wake you up when I leave in the morning. I love you, sweets. J

That's what y/n woke up to the next morning when her 3AM alarm went off. That and a clean downstairs. She had set her alarm so she could drive Jake to his 4AM departure time but she must have missed the text while she was crying herself to sleep last night.

She could just send him a text. Wish him luck and go back to bed, but the manilla folder on the coffee table catches her attention and holds it. 3:30 rolls around and she can’t sit there anymore.

This was her best friend. The guy she grew up with. That she’d seriously been in love with since she was in high school but something about the last two weeks really set that thought in.

Jumping from the couch, she quickly changes and throws on shoes before running out the door to her car. She had exactly 15 minutes before she may very well miss her only chance to tell him the truth. She didn’t even bother correctly parking when she reached the docks. She recognized a few of Jake’s fellow aviators as she ran through the crowd.

“Where’s Jake?” She practically breathed, out of breath from how quickly she ran.

“I think he’s with Coyote by the ramp.” Bob barely gets out before y/n is running again. She scans the crowd as quickly as she can, hoping to catch even a glimpse of her best friend's blonde hair.

“Y/n?” Phoenix questions, seeing the girl run by.

“Jake?!” Y/n shouts when she finally sees him, walking towards the ramp. “Jake!”

Jake turns at the call of his name, when he doesn't recognise anyone he turns to continue his walk before he hears it again.

“Jake!” Looking down he sees y/n breaking through a group of people. Swiftly moving down the ramp, Jake meets y/n halfway, neither moving closer or further from the other. “Hey.” Y/n says softly.

“Hey, sweets.”

It was silent between the two. Neither knew how long they stood there before they were surging forward into a tight hug. Y/n cried into her best friend's neck as his arms held her close, wrapped around her waist.

“I love you, Jakey.” She mutters.

“I love you too, sweets.”

“No, Jake.” She pulls back to look into Jake’s eyes. “I… I keep telling myself this might be nothing, but one look in your eyes and God there's something.We can continuously lie and go around in circles but I love you, Jake Seresin. I’m in love with you and if you don’t come home from this mission I’ll kill you myself.”

“I love you too, sweets, so goddamn much.”

“Seresin! Time to go!”

Jake pulls away from y/n and picks up his abandoned duffle. He makes it 2 steps on the ramp before he’s dropping his bag and running back over to y/n.

“Jake, what…”

“Can’t leave without a proper goodbye.” Jake says before pulling y/n into a searing kiss.

The kiss was only interrupted by the cheers of the dagger squad.

“Finally!”

“Took you guys long enough!”

“Hangman, enough smooching! Let's go.” Mav shouts, pushing the rest of the team on.

“I gotta go.” Jake practically whispers as he moves a piece of y/n’s hair away from her face.

“I love you.” She says again. Jake smiles at the softness in her voice.

“I love you too.” He presses another kiss to your lips before a final kiss is planted on her forehead. Jake stumbles backwards smiling at his long time best friend. The feeling of the ramp railing on his hip is what breaks their eye contact. He only pauses on the ramp when he hears her call out.

“Lieutenant!” Looking down, Jake sees her small smile and bright eyes looking up at him. “Come home safe!” She shouts. “That's an order!”

“Yes ma’am!”

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 1 year

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Hi! If your requests are open for Pokemon Sword and Shield, could you please write something about Leon and Gordie with a short librarian reader? Maybe the reader works with Sonia by bringing her sources or something like that, and she introduces Leon or Gordie to the reader and they really hit it off. Bonus points if something cliche happens like the reader has to use a stool to stock books on higher shelves and they end up falling but are caught by one of them. Thanks so much, I hope you have a great week! ☺️

Leon's schedule is flooded with things he has to do, but you still manage to see him at the library at least once a week. He always asks your recommendations for what he should read next, making sure to mention his thoughts on the last couple of novels you convinced him to read. "You could've given me a heads up about that ending, Hop found me crying my eyes out." You felt bad after that one and made sure to recommend a feel good book with a happy ending after that incident.

It feels strange meeting you outside the library, handing a large pile of documents to Sonia, despite it being the way you were both introduced. But she doesn't help, wiggling her eyebrows at Leon when your back is turned after catching him staring at you. "So... have you asked them out yet?" She whispers upon you moving out of earshot to fetch something else for her.

"Not so loud." He murmurs back.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding her inquisitive stare. "Seriously, you've been going out of your way to visit the library for how long now? And you haven't asked them out yet?" Just as she opens her mouth to say something else you appear back from around the corner.

"Hey Sonia where's the stool? I need something from the top shelf." She grins.

"Don't worry Leon can help with that!" She pats him on the back and wiggles her brows at him one last time, mouthing 'you can do this,' as she waits for you both to go and fetch the document. It's a good thing Leon was already planning on asking you out because Sonia would not let him live it down if he didn't.

"You must hate it when people ask for books from the top shelf." Gordie joked after just meeting you, and you at the time had let out a loud huff.

"Don't get me started. It doesn't help that our book ladder at the library is a danger to society." He thought at the time you joking about the book ladder, and laughed. But now that he's at your library watching you make the climb up said ladder, he realises you were in fact, not joking.

"It can't be legal to make you use that." The ladder looks like it's holding on for dear life, wobbling with each step you take upwards. You have to stop less then halfway up, suddenly unnerved by how unstable it seems to be.

"I already told my boss if I fall, I will be suing but she thinks I'm being dramatic." You shoot a grin down at him, a gesture that he returns back to you.

"I can get you in touch with a pretty good lawyer if that happens." You're about to move up the ladder again, and it visibly shakes, making an unsettling groan as it does so. He grimaces. "But he can't help if you die." You laugh.

"I'll be fine." Your fate was sealed the moment the words left you mouth. Because less than thirty seconds later, you were in fact not fine. You'd lost your footing attempting to make the next step upwards. Gordie, who had been lingering around the bottom of the ladder was quick to catch you in his arms.

"See if I hadn't caught you, you'd have been in trouble."

"Or laughing with all my royalties. You never know." He rolls his eyes, placing you back onto the ground. "Thank you for catching me, I owe you one."

"You could come with me for lunch." While your lunch break was coming up, and a coffee shop around the corner, making it a tempting offer. You still look slightly confused.

"Not sure how that helps settle the favour?"

"I'll get some piece of mind knowing you're not attempting to climb up to your doom." You smile at his evident concern, completely won over by his offer.

"Deal."

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Chapter Eleven (Part 2)

The thunderstorm is in full power outside by the time the party reaches its crescendo. Rain beats violently against the windows, and lightning forks across the sky. The sounds of Creedence Clearwater and The Zombies drown out the thunder, but still, I could swear that I can feel it vibrate through my bones. I’ve never been so close to a storm in my life, and as I gaze out of the window, blurry with rain to the flashes in the sky, I have a wild desire to be alone with it. I take a cursory glance around and hope nobody is watching me as I dash up the metal staircase to the next floor.

The lights are off on the upper floor, and as I wander into a room off the hallway, which happens to be a bathroom, I find myself pausing at the window to stare out at the sky. It is magnificent. It’s terrifying. I want to run from it as much as I want to stand beneath it and let the rain soak my clothes to my skin. I climb into the bath just so that I can sit on the rim and watch the sky, and lose all sense of how long I sit for. Long enough to hear the muffled chorus of “Zum Geburtstag Viel Glueck” through the floor. Long enough for the edge of the tub to dig uncomfortably into my legs. Long enough to get the urge to look for this fabled painting studio. I leave the bathroom and make my way back down the hallway, peering into darkened rooms as I pass them, feeling as though I’m doing something against the law.

I crack open the door to Leon’s photography studio after trying several others, and walk inside. I glance around at the equipment, all of the cameras and their lenses. Tripods, different kinds of lighting, the large, white backdrop that’s hung against one wall. What a luxury it must be to have a space like this in your home. I hardly dare to touch any of it, only gently brushing my index finger over the cool metal of one lens, when a deep voice almost makes me rattle out of my skin.

“I’d a feeling I’d find you snooping around somewhere.” Jude stands in the doorway, and my heart kicks into high gear. “Fuck sake.” I wheeze. “You snuck up on me.”

“Sorry.” He says, and steps inside to wander slowly around and look at all of the same things I was looking at.

I brush invisible lint off my clothes, just to have something to do with my hands, and look him over briefly. “It’s very weird to see you in a suit like that.” I remark. “All cleaned up with your hair combed back.”

“Freaky, is it?”

“A bit.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you look very nice. At least one of us has managed to.”

“I look absolutely mad, it’s alright to say it.”

“She did look a bit mad though, didn’t she? I think you pulled it off fairly well.” He approaches the shelf of cameras and pulls one off, and I say with alarm, “You shouldn’t touch the cameras.”

“It’s fine.” He grins. “It’s my camera.”

“How’s it yours?”

“I come here to photograph my work. Leon has the best setup. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I swear.” He laughs. “I feel like you don’t believe me.”

“Well, I do.” I say hesitantly. I nod towards the Canon in his hands. “Are you going to take a photograph of me or something?”

“Would you like me to?”

“If you’d like to.”

“Okay, I’d like to.” With his free hand he hauls a wooden bench into the centre of the backdrop and motions for me to sit on it. Then he fiddles with a few of the studio lights to make sure he’s got it set up the way he likes it.

“What should I do?” I ask him.

“You can just relax.” He suggests. “Maybe rest your foot against the bar of the stool, yep, like that, and your hands in your lap. Okay, yeah, just look at me.”

“I’m looking at you.”

“I know, good job.” He snaps a series of photographs while I sit there, stiff as a board. I don’t really know how to relax in front of a camera, I never have. “Maybe a smile?” He proposes.

“Like this?” I tug the corners of my mouth upwards, and feel twice as awkward in doing so. He nods. “Kind of. You don’t need to grimace like that.”

“I’m not grimacing. This is my smile.”

“That’s not your smile, darling. You don’t smile like that.”

A giggle escapes my lips. “What did you just call me?”

He blinks. “I don’t know. What did I say?”

“Darling. As in, lil darlin’” I laugh again, mostly at my abysmal attempt at an American accent, and he rolls his eyes. “That’s not my accent.”

“It is! Ye Haw.”

“Get a grip.” He snickers from behind the lens. “I could easily do a horrible impression of you and see how you feel about it.”

“Do it then.”

His eyebrow quirks up and so does the corner of his mouth. “Jude!” He cries in an accent-perfect midlands soprano. “Did you eat all of the crisps? You’re so greedy. And get your horrible foot away from my back, you’re actually the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

My mouth drops open and I insist that it sounds nothing like me, even though it absolutely does.

“Yeah right.” He says.

“You’ve been practising that in the mirror or something, you creep. You’re obsessed with me.”

“You’re obsessed with me.” He mimics and I almost take off my chunky sandal to toss it at him, but I’m startled by a sudden clap of lighting that slashes across the sky right outside the window, so close that it hits a rod on the building across the street. I snap to look. “Oh my God, wow!”

“Yeah, holy shit, wow.” He says, “I got a photo of that.”

“Of the lightning?”

“No of you looking at it.” He lifts the camera to look at the last batch. “I think these are good.”

“Are they?”

“Yeah, look.” He comes over to show me a series of photos from that quick moment, a flash of white over my face as my mouth falls open in a gasp, eyes wide with wonder. I look stunned, and thrilled, and kind of pretty. Then he scrolls back and shows me more of myself, of me smiling and laughing and pulling faces at him, and they must be the most relaxed photographs of myself that I’ve ever seen.

“Oh.” I whisper. “I like those a lot.I wish I looked like that all of the time.”

“Yeah, I like them too.” He says, “And actually, you do. That’s just how you look to me.” and in that small moment his gaze feels weighted, so much so that goosebumps erupt on my arms as though there’s an electrical current moving beneath my skin. I feel him watching my face, but meeting his eyes feels risky, it’s always felt a bit risky, because I want him so badly that sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I fear that too much time spent looking at him might drive me to start doing the sorts of things I know I will spend time regretting.

I slide off the seat and wander out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He wants to know.

“To find the art studio.” I reply.

“It’s the next room.” He follows close behind me, and it’s impossible not to feel his presence, even when I can’t see him in the dark hallway. He opens the studio door and I slip in under his arm.

I don’t bother flipping the switch, because the light from outside is enough to allow a blue glow through the huge windows and over the floor. It’s so quiet that I can hear my heart in my neck and my ears. I walk over to the window and stare out over the place where his easel is facing, and through the wet and smears of the glass it’s difficult to see much but blurry lights, but still, I can make out the outline of a row of beautiful old buildings below. A cluster of trees, a castle, which I picture in the heat of summer sunshine, and a lump rises in my throat, because I want a place like more than almost anything. All my fantasies of my life and how it might turn out have included a studio just like this. With these canvases, these easels, these organised racks of paints, and brushes, halfway finished work, destined to be completed another day. I look at it all and I think I might start crying, because it feels like I’ve stepped into a fantasy that will never, never ever turn into reality.

“What are you thinking about?” Jude says softly after several moments, and his footsteps tread lightly behind me. I don’t look around at him. My voice is thick. “About how much I like this studio.”

“It’s pretty spectacular. And the view.”

“Yes, the view is nice. Although, I’m sure it’s nicer when it isn’t raining so much.”

“I like it like this too.” He comes to a stop next to me, and I feel him there, almost touching me, but not. I pat the corner of my eye with the pad of my finger and continue to look out at the sky. “I think that you could have something like this someday.” He says to me, “I think that if you want something really badly you can find a way to have it.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

“Hm.”

He waits for me to look at him, and I am afraid to. “Evie,” He says, voice soft.

“Yeah?”

“Can you-”

I look. “What?”

He doesn’t tell me what. He leans into me and brushes his nose gently against mine before kissing me. Once, so lightly, as if testing that I want it. Twice. He draws back and our gazes mesh, and the third time he angles his head and takes my lower lip between his, and my body goes weak. I forgot what it was like to kiss him, in all of his wildness, abandon, and overconfidence, how the stroke of his lips over mine makes me lose all sense of myself and forget who I am.

I wind my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to me, and he holds my head in his hands, and he is perfect and I am lucky, so lucky to be here with him now as the thunder rumbles and the rain pelts against the windows, and his body is warm and his mouth is hot and it feels somehow more dangerous to be in here with him than it would to stand in the path of lightning.

He deepens the kiss, just as I clutch onto him tighter, and the feeling inside me turns desperate. I deserve this, I’ve loved him forever, and I can have this selfish moment if I want it. Maybe I don’t have to tell anyone about it, maybe we’re the only ones that need to know. I let him touch my body and make promises with his mouth and his hands that he can give me all of the things that I want the most, the things I’m too afraid to admit to wanting, the things I shouldn’t. I let myself feel the terror of him taking those things away from me as easily as he can give them to me, and I chase those feelings away with my lips and my tongue as I press into him and tug his lip between my teeth.

He breaks away for a moment while his eyes travel over my face as if looking for a sign that he should stop but I’m not ready for him to. I’ve been waiting years for this, so when he draws my waiting mouth to his again I arch my body into him and encourage him with eager little sounds that seem to knock the air out of him. His hands are trembling yet insistent as they come to seize my hips tightly and pull me against his, hard, so that I can feel him wanting me, but then suddenly, as though I’ve remembered who I am again, my hands grab his wrists in a steel, reflexive grip, and I take a step away from him. He seems confused, and takes an instinctive step towards me as I move away, unable to compute that I have stopped kissing him. I place my hand on his chest to block him.

“We can’t.”

He looks hurt. “Why?”

I stare at him incredulously. “Because of Astrid, obviously.”

His eyes skate across my face, confusion turning to panic as he swallows convulsively. “But I’ve broken up with her now.” He says. “Didn’t you know that?”

“No, I didn’t know that. When?”

“After Christmas.”

My brain feels like it’s functioning at a fraction of its capacity. “So, like, six weeks ago.”

“Yes!”

“After you bled all over my house.”

“It’s the first thing I did when I got back, I thought-”

“And you didn’t think to mention it at any point?” I turn away from him and catch sight of myself in the black window, and I look wild, hair out of place, lipstick completely gone and a bright blush across my cheeks. How long were we kissing?

Jude’s reflection stares at mine. “We’ve been out of touch.” He says. “We could never find a moment to call one another, Evie, I wanted to tell you, but there just wasn’t the right time, you were always in a rush, or I was too busy, and then, I dunno, I suppose after a while I started assuming that you’d heard it through the grapevine.”

“The grapevine.” I repeat, glaring at him. “What’s the grapevine? Shane Healy’s mouth? What on earth would he tell me that for? He doesn’t even tell me how his mother is.”

He spears a hand into his hair. “I’m sorry, I should have tried harder to tell you about it, but I didn’t want to scare you off, or make you think that it was your fault or something. Maybe I was in my head too much, but sending a random text to you on a Tuesday being like ‘So I broke up with Astrid’ seemed a bit too purposeful, a bit like I expected something from you. I don’t know.”

Ripples of fear and longing travel over my skin. “Well, did you break up with her because of me?”

His expression is tortured. “We were doing badly for a long time. We broke up over a year ago, firstly, because I was being a shit, and I couldn’t give her what she needed, and then after a few months we got back together, but it was always rocky from there, it never felt right, we always fought, in the end it just felt inevitable, and, well…” He trails off.

“And?” I prompt.

“And I… yeah, I had feelings for someone else.”

“For me.” The words don’t come out, exactly. I end up just mouthing them.

“Come on, Evie, I’ve always liked you. You know that. I always wondered about you when we were apart, I always thought about what would’ve happened if I’d never left. When I saw you again and I still felt all those things, well, honestly it felt a bit insane to be with someone else. Even last year, when we weren’t talking, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All the time, like, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. Every time I saw someone who reminded me of you, or something that I knew that you’d laugh at, I knew that the things I felt about Astrid weren’t the same, it wasn’t right, nor was it fair, so I ended things.”

“But then you got back together?” I glare at him.

“Yeah, I had a bad year, stuff happened with Jen, I felt isolated, I felt like shit, and then I met Astrid again at a party and…” He shrugs. “She was familiar, and I still had feelings for her so it just felt like a normal thing to do. Our breakup seemed kind of stupid for a while. Honestly, I was wondering what had gotten into me when I did it, and then I saw you again, and…” he trails off. “Well, I thought that you felt the same way as I do.”

I take a deep breath, palms tingling. “This is a lot to take on.” I say.

“I know.”

“I can’t help but think about how I’m just another one of your single friends, and now that you’re lonely-”

“It’s not like that at all.”

“But this is just what you do, you kiss your friends just because you can.” I don’t know why I’m saying these things, because every word appears to have the same effect on him as if I were slapping him in the face, but I can’t stop them from pouring out. Perhaps I just want him to disprove them or to validate me, or convince him that only foolish men like girls like me. He’s too clever for this.

“That was when I was a teenager. I’m an adult man now and this isn’t just an experiment. I’m in love with you” He says. “and like, for some reason you think that nobody in their right mind could ever love you, but I do. I really do. I can’t ever get you out of my head, I just think about how much I want you every time I look at you, and how scared I am of what I feel about you, but I love you. Not in a friend way. In an ‘I want you to be my girlfriend’ kind of way, and I can’t imagine wanting that with another person, with, like, anybody but you, and it’s not because I’m single and I’m lonely or that you’re in some way convenient to me, I loved you when I had Astrid and when you had Dean, but the time was never right, and now I think that it could be, so why not just… see?”

He stands there, completely vulnerable, and waits for me to say something to him, but I can’t. My mind is swirling with ancient insecurities, ones buried deep in my psyche, the ones that I never let out of me because they batter my self-confidence, smash it to pieces and remind me that I’m not enough for him, even if he foolishly believes that I am. I will disappoint him. What happens if I tell him that I feel the same? Where do we go from there? How do I be his girlfriend, how do I do the things he wants me to do? What? Hold his hand in public and have all of his friends think about how he left a six foot tall goddess for someone like me, have them say amongst themselves that he really downgraded and wonder what it is that’s so special about Evie Kilbride when he could have anybody. They’ll all learn, as he will eventually, that I have nothing to offer but failed promises and unfulfilled expectations, and joke later about that big mistake he made once while he holds another beauty queen in his arms. I think of that summer day in Kelly’s mobile home, and how she stared at me with amused contempt, as though the idea of him ever wanting me was hilarious because I’ll never be able to impress him, or give him the things he wants and expects from a girl. I won’t know how to be. I will ruin this like I’ve ruined everything else, and I will be the biggest mistake he’s ever made.

“My God, Evie, please say something.” He says desperately.

“Did you tell Astrid that you broke up with her because of me?”

He stares at me like I’m crazed. “What?”

“Does she know about how you feel?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He drags a trembling hand through his hair and it all tumbles forward, free of the hold of the styling gel. “I’m not sure why that’s important to you at this moment.”

“She doesn’t seem to like me.”

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#lucky girl part 3 #this is the one #the most dramatic chapter #i love this moment so much

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lovekz · 1 year

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baby mama <3

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can’t get over her. it seems like she can’t get over him either

chubbyfem!reader x taiju shiba

beware of.. slight suggestive topics, taiju is a tease (nd he’s pussy whipped), the two of you talk about oral (fem receiving), anastasia is a brat and a daddy’s girl

chapter one

the house was silent, save for the small quiet footsteps venturing further into the house.

one of the hallway lights were on, helping the little girl find her way into the room she was looking for.

she pushed open the door with her small hands, pouting at the sight.

you were still dead asleep in your bed, blinds closed and phone resting on the night table.

“mommy wake up!” the little girl demanded, stomping her small feet on the ground to make a statement.

when you didn’t budge, the younger girl got angrier.

she stormed over to your bed and struggled to pull herself up next to you. when she finally succeeded, she picked up a pillow.

and swung.

you yelped in confusion, the pillow swinging and hitting your face multiple times. that could only mean one thing.

anastasia had woken up before you on a wednesday.

you caught the pillow, taking it from her much smaller hands and frowning at her.

“stasia we talked about this.” you complained, putting the pillow down and sitting up to look at the younger girl.

“if i’m not up on wednesdays before you, you nicely wake me up.” you say, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.

it was 7:30am.

“but if i do it nicely, you won’t wake up!” anastaisa groaned obnoxiously, crossing her arms and pouting.

“how would you know? you’ve never tried!” you chuckled, climbing out of bed and stretching.

maybe you should start getting ready before taiju got here.

after your morning routine with anastasia, the two of you headed downstairs and looked at the mess.

“ana...” you started, looking at the toys that were all out of her pretty yellow toybox.

the toybox was completely empty.

“wasn’t me! the uhm... uhh.. toy monster did it!” anastasia said, looking at you with her big doe eyes.

“oh yeah? then you’d better clean up while i find him.” you chuckled, heading off into the kitchen while stepping over all the toys.

you made a mental note to tell taiju to take some over to his place.

once you heard a bit of shuffling and plastic crashing together. you hooked up your phone to your alexa and began playing music.

“what should we make for breakfast?” you called, peeking over the island just a bit to look at your hard-working daughter.

her yellow eyes brightened almost instantly as she bounced up and down, dropping one of her plushies onto the couch.

“daddy loves pancakes!” anastasia giggled, holding another plushie to her chest as she grinned.

“breakfast for you. not him.” you sighed, grabbing a pan from in the cabinet and placing it on the stove.

“nuh uh! breakfast for us!” anastasia stomped, shoving one of her plushies in the air to emphasize her words.

you sighed, grabbing the butter and the pancake mix. there was no avoiding it when it came to her, and you learned that the hard way.

a small jingle of keys could be heard. once, twice, and then three times before one slid into the lock.

anastasia gasped loudly, realizing her mess wasn’t cleaned up yet.

so the minute taiju pushed the door open, she slammed it shut and stood on her tippy toes to lock it again.

“don’t come in.” she yelled in a panicked tone, making you look over at her and away from the pancakes.

“anastasia zara shiba you open that door for your father!” you yelled, flipping the pancake so it wouldnt burn.

“no!” anastasia shot back, pushing one of her stools up to the door in order to double lock it so he couldn’t get in.

you groaned in annoyance, plopping the pancake onto the plate and walking over, lifting the girl up and unlocking the door, heading over to the living room with anastasia.

“first you hit me with a pillow, then you make a mess, then you lock your father out! what’s going on?” you said, dropping the younger girl onto the red stool in the corner.

anastasia mutters something, crossing her arms and turning away from you with a scowl that matched her father’s.

“speak up.” you demanded, turning her head back towards you.

before she could speak, you felt taiju pull you away from the younger girl who was fuming.

“it’s okay. i got it.” taiju said to you, ushering you over to the kitchen.

“no taiju! you’re just-” before you could finish your sentence, he pushed your cheeks together to puff up your lips.

“you look good, alright? stop furrowing those brows or else you’re gonna get wrinkles.” taiju said, rubbing the middle of your forehead.

you frowned a bit, letting him pull his hand away from you. it was a common occurence that used to happen.

before you separated, he’d rub between your eyebrows and puff up your lips to get you to cool down a bit with those same lines he spoke.

the only thing different, was whenever he did that, he would kiss between your brows and on your lips.

you could tell things were different now, and that he’s held onto his word of ‘moving on’.

because the man lets you go altogether and walks over to his daughter, sitting on the floor in front of her.

you should probably get back to cooking.

the three of you sat at the table, eating breakfast. taiju had calmed his daugther down enough to decorate their pancakes with fruit and whipped cream.

you grabbed a bowl of yogurt and sat down with them, ignoring taiju’s curious eyes following you as you ate.

after a bit, all that could be heard was anastasia’s chewing and hums. you continued to feel taiju’s eyes on you.

“i think it’s your mouth that speaks. not your eyes.” you said softly, locking eyes with taiju.

“you don’t like yogurt.” taiju pointed with his fork, squinting at the bowl with yogurt in it.

you raised your eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.

“when you were pregnant with ana, you said yogurt sucks and it makes you nauseous.” taiju explained, leaning back in his seat.

had he actually remembered you saying that? you did recall saying it when you were around 6 months.

“well i like it now.” you said quickly, stuffing some of it into your mouth and swallowing.

taiju watched you for a second, before shaking his head and putting his fork down to watch you.

“eat some more then.” taiju taunted, crossing his arms and watching as you looked between him and the yogurt.

you paused, slowly dipping the spoon into the bowl and lifting it back up with some yogurt on it.

taiju watched as you pushed the spoon into your mouth, swallowing much slower than the last.

anastasia finished her pancake in the midst of it, deciding to excuse herself so she can wash her hands.

taiju clicked his tongue, taking the spoon out of your mouth and pulling your bowl closer to him, sliding his two panackes over to you.

“taiju-” “shh. don’t argue. just eat.” taiju cut you off, beginning to eat from your bowl of yogurt with your spoon.

you looked down at his pancakes, seeing that he’d already taken a piece out of the stack.

you lifted the fork, seeing some syrup on the fork still. yeah, he definitely ate with the metal utensil.

you continued to look between the fork and his lips, unsure if you should eat off him like he is you, or wash the fork.

“i haven’t eaten pussy since yours, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate.” taiju said calmy, looking at you and raising his brow.

your eyes widened, looking up to his eyes as you coughed. that was definitely not what you were trying to insinuate, but it was good to know.

your nerves were much more calmer now that he stated it though.

you took a bite out of the pancake, relaxing your posture and closing your eyes for a bit.

“that means it’s been at least two years. you must’ve lost your touch.” you partially joked, tilting your head back.

taiju was silent, which meant you had more than likely shut him up. that gave you more time to not acknowledge his existence.

well, until he came into view with one thick hand on your jaw softly to make you face him.

he leaned closer, wiping some of the syrup off your lip like he would to anastasia and licking it.

“why don’t you come find out?” he whispered, lips dangerously close to your own.

before they could touch, he pulled away and squeezed the fat of your thigh, picking up the empty bowl of yogurt and the cleared plates.

taiju walked into the kitchen and the faucet turned on a few seconds after.

you had to ignore the way his hand was dangerously close to your ass, and the small heartbeat that could be felt in your-

“mama!” anastasia called, suddenly shaking you out of the trance her father had put you in.

“yes stasia?” you asked, blinking quickly and turning to look at your daughter.

she held up her ipad with a smile, bouncing up and down on her feet and wiggling her fingers.

“it’s bluey time!” she giggled, tapping the ipad’s screen so that it would turn on.

the lock screen was a picture of her and her father sleeping on the couch after working hard on your birthday cake.

maybe they had flour all over them and cake batter on the corner of their lips, but it was still adorable.

“no not yet.” taiju said, taking the ipad away from her and placing it onto the table.

anastasia looked at her father bewildered, until he shot her a look. she frowned almost immediately and crossed her arms.

“no.” anastasia muttered, walking away from the both of you with haste.

taiju sighed, before lifting his daughter up and placing her into the red chair in the corner like she was earlier.

the two spoke for a while, before anastasia came walking back over to you and chewing on her lip.

“i’m really sorry for being mean to you today mommy.” anastasia muttered, her eyes beginning to (fake) water.

“anastasia.” taiju began, looking down at her as if to give her a warning.

she huffed quietly, wiping away the false tears and looking up at you once more.

“i’m sorry for not listening to you and being disrespectful.” anastasia said, taking a deep breath and looking at you.

“it’s okay. are you going to behave from now on?” you asked, fixing her hair and lifiting her chin up.

she nodded, hugging you tightly and closing her eyes.

although the young girl was probably lying, you know she would still try her best to behave.

but she’s a shiba. you don’t expect her to behave the best.

“good girl. i’ll put bluey on for you in the living room.” taiju complimented, lifting her up and walking to the living room.

you got up from the seat and followed, watching as taiju placed her on his lap and grabbed the remote, turning on the the tv.

after a few clicks, bluey was on the tv and anastasia was silent with the biggest smile on her face.

you took a seat next to them and pulled your feet up, resting your head on the side of the couch.

taiju gave you some of the blanket, rubbing your hip a little and resting his phone next to you so it could charge.

you looked at it, seeing a number almost immediately light up on his phone. it was unsaved and calling.

“can you text her i’m with my family for me?” taiju said, tapping your hip to get your attention.

and you did exactly that, seeing that most of their messages were of them speaking and planning things.

it was none of your business, but who said you still wouldn’t be nosy?

after you sent the message, his homescreen lit up.

it was still a picture of you and the rest of the shibas, smiling big at the camera during an event at taiju’s restaurant.

he hadn’t even edited out the hearts you two drew around yourself and anastasia, drawing a funny face on hakkai and putting cat ears on yuzuha.

there was no way he wasn’t still pussy whipped.

#taiju x reader #shiba taiju #taiju shiba #taiju shiba x reader #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers taiju #tr fluff #tokyorev x reader #dilf taiju

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Mini detectives / Chapter 1

Next chapter -> TBA Read on AO3 Rating: General audiences, no warnings apply Relationships: Levi/Erwin, Gabi & Falco Tags: Attack on titan spoilers, post-rumbling, Erwin is still dead, slice of life, mystery solving, a little bit of comedy.

Summary: There is an unsuspecting, wooden urn on Levi's shelf. Since it's incredibly rude to ask him about it, Gabi and Falco instead decide to investigate to find out who it belongs to, and why the flowers in the vase next to it change every week. First they stalk Levi, then they search his whole house, then finally go through all of his personal belongings. It's an ethical operation lead by detectives Gabi and Falco! Background that may be helpful: - This is set post-rumbling and Erwin is still dead. - I believe Erwin is the only body that Levi really had access to after they died, so this urn is incredibly special to him. - Gabi and Falco are around 14 - Levi's got his own little cottage and a tea shop.

Rest of the fic under the cut, it's 1600 words.

The wooden box on Levi’s bookshelf had always stood out to Gabi. The feathers of her duster brushed against it each week, tracing the chiselled lid and the space around it. On its own, it would easily be overlooked due to the lack of decorations and details - only naturally decorated with the wood's marbled pattern. What truly made it interesting were the constantly changing flowers in the vase next to it.

Every week, Gabi would come over to clean, and every week there was a new set of flowers. Her nimble hands turned the box left and right, tilted it back ever so slightly to check the bottom, and forward to see the top - but alas, there was no name, nothing engraved, and no indicator of what it was. After finishing his work elsewhere, Falco put a stool down in front of the shelf. He glanced at her.

“I think that’s an urn, Gabi,” he said, “you shouldn’t be touching it.” Gabi pouted.

“I'm just trying to find a name on it.” She put the urn back in its intended spot. “I wanna know who Levi’s lover was.”

“Lover?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, touching the vase. This week’s flowers had petals as deep and blue as the ocean.

“Well… flowers are used for anyone,” Falco said, “and Levi doesn’t seem to be very popular, to be honest.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she sighed. Falco climbed the stool to reach the top of the bookshelf to wipe it with the soaked towel in his hand.

“Why don’t you just ask him?” Gabi’s jaw dropped.

“You can’t just ask about dead people like that!” She exclaimed. “What if he, like, starts crying?” Falco shrugged.

“Maybe he’ll be happy to talk about them, since he clearly cares about them so much.”

“You go ask, then!”

“I could, but…” His mind drifted.

“Why are you asking about my dead friends, huh? You thought that would make me happy? Mind your own business, brat.”

Falco shivered. “B-Besides, you’re the one that’s curious.” Gabi glared at him. “Okay, maybe I am a little bit curious.” He stepped down from the stool. “But I don’t want to ask.”

“Let’s continue cleaning for now, and we’ll figure out a plan later, alright?”

“A …plan?” She nodded, gave him a thumbs-up, and brushed past him towards the kitchen where more cleaning duties awaited her.

Falco was nearly crushed into the dirt as Gabi leant over him, trying to get a better view between the leaves. The fedora that Jean had leant him for the day was already smudged with dirt and his coat threatened to rip from the thorns of the forest they had walked through. He would probably have to “lose” the suit and hope Jean forgets about it once the mission was over.

“The target has approached the destination!” Gabi bursted out. “We will observe closely before making our first move!” Falco crawled his way towards an opening in the bush. Just like Gabi had reported, Levi’s familiar figure was currently making its way down the plaza. They had done a thorough analysis on his schedule and deduced that he would be most likely to visit the flower shop on Fridays at 5 pm, one hour after closing his shop. A small miscalculation meant they had actually been waiting in the dirty bushes of a hill for 30 minutes too many, but otherwise, it was a perfectly executed plan.

The hill allowed them to have a great overview of the whole street, and the leafage surrounding them provided cover. Falco had expressed doubts that Levi would be on the lookout for small kids in bushes, but Gabi brushed him off. Her eyes shined as they fixated entirely on the target, suspensefully watching to continue the mission. Falco was happy to be living a normal life, but it seemed that Gabi almost missed the conflict of their old lives. She was always excited to put herself in danger, and maybe this was her new way of getting that kick of adrenaline. Well, as her best friend, he would never turn her down, even for something as trivial as-

“Falco, pay attention!” She grunted, suddenly staring straight back into his eyes. He gulped. “Are you ready?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“Ready…” His eyes shifted to Levi, who was now taking a moment to browse the array of colours set up on the porch of the flower shop. The lady working there must have noticed him coming, and was kind enough to hold the door open for him as he rolled up the ramp to the entrance.

“Set…” As soon as he disappeared behind the glass door, Gabi hit Falco’s back.

“Go!” she yelled.

Pressing the hat down on his head, Falco ran down the hill, doing his best not to trip as he made his way towards the building. Their predetermined route allowed him to move as swiftly as possible while avoiding any doors or windows due to the slight curve. With one last, clumsy jump over the edge of the street, Falco got as close as he could to the wall of the building and hunched down. His breathing had quickened somewhat, resulting in quiet pants as he collected himself. While the door to the shop had closed, the window was thankfully open, allowing him to listen in and analyse the situation.

Operation one: Gather information

“Do you need my recommendation today, Levi?”

“You should know I don’t have any knowledge on these things,” he grumbled, “I just need it to look nice.” Falco was able to make out a faint sigh. “Something happy, preferably.”

“Something happy,” the cashier echoed. “Would chrysanthemums do the trick?”

“Chrystanthe-what?” She chuckled.

“Bright, yellow flowers,” she said, picking a pot from the shelf. “Makes you smile, right? They make for a great addition to any home, and are used both for memorials and decoration.” Falco’s ears perked up at this. He determined that he would have to leave his position outside the shop in order to observe the flowers. The visuals could hold essential information, after all. He quickly glanced up to the hill where Gabi met his eyes with a thumbs up. With a deep breath, he gathered courage and pushed the door open, simultaneously pushing his fedora down over his face.

“Welcome!” The lady helping Levi greeted him. He opened his mouth to greet her back, before remembering that his voice would give him away. Awkward social situations were a necessary compromise for the operation to succeed. Instead, he slipped as far as he could into the opposite corner of the shop, turned around and pretended that the bags of soil in front of him were really interesting. Gabi acted like the disguise was perfect, but even with the fancy jacket and matching hat, Falco was unsure if he could pass as a random civilian with this behaviour.

The store was crammed to the max with as many plants that could possibly fit into such a small building. Everywhere possible, there were pots with flowers or boxes full of gardening equipment. If you were too reckless with your movement, there was a risk of bumping into obstacles everywhere you went. While it was difficult to stay far away from Levi in the cramped shop, it did instead provide many shelves to hide behind, as long as he was careful. Regardless, Falco was somewhat confident that he could execute the job flawlessly.

“Decided yet, Levi?” She continued. “Daffodils are also a great choice,” she tried again. “They reach high towards the sky with ambition and strength.”

“Quite on the nose.” She laughed.

“Well, you’re not a roses kinda guy, are you?”

“Definitely no roses.” Falco gazed over his shoulder as subtly as he could, catching the sight of the two. The lady dragged the pot of a yellow pair of flowers off the shelf and held it in front of Levi. They didn’t look very romantic, in Falco’s opinion.

“No matter what your choice of flower is, I assure you that your love will shine through.” Her smile beamed with light this time. “Because flowers are the best gifts.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he deflected. “Let’s do those daffodils this time.”

Falco frowned at the choice of flowers, but regardless, he had gathered the information he came there for. It meant almost absolutely nothing, but enough to potentially, maybe, sort of confirm Gabi’s theory that the flowers are meant for a lover. Feeling satisfied with the information, he walked towards the door, but the crowded room unfortunately included tons of things he was capable of knocking over. With a loud clang, an empty, metal watering can hit the floor, and Falco felt his mind scream in embarrassment.

“...Falco?”

“O-Oh, Levi!” He exclaimed, lifting his fedora and thus giving the disguise up. “Didn’t see ya there!” Levi’s expression turned sour. “I mean, I was so absorbed in the- uhh-” He looked at the shelf in front of him. “These new gardening gloves! I’ve been meaning to get some.”

“...Right. For your gardening.” Falco suddenly realised what Levi’s scowl was about and began a frantic attempt at brushing the dirt off of his coat.

“Me and Gabi are trying out this new idea of planting veggies for everyone!” After his failed attempt at cleaning himself, he walked over to the wall of seeds instead. “Maybe potatoes!”

“Oh honey,” the flower lady butted in, “potatoes won’t be in season until april.” Falco’s smile wavered. “Let me help you.”

Falco left the store with a bag of lettuce seeds, gardening gloves, and an empty wallet - without much of a clue to report back to Gabi.

//// That concludes chapter one! Next time, they'll have to try another approach. Comments, likes and reblogs appreciated. This is my first published fanfic, so please be kind lol!

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thebirdandthebee · 1 year

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Easy As

IDK WHY I CAN’T GET GD GIFS TO WORK HERE. will fix asap.

A/N: Okay ya’ll this is going to have a big time jump! We will be back tracking, but I’m so soft for Daddy Carm and I couldn’t resist a parenthood ask list. Curious if any of you were right about baby genders? I think this kind of scratches the itch below, but I’ve got a few more Daddy Carm requests to work through.

Should we do something special for 30 chapters? LMK!

Vanessa Monaghan is the great of fresh air Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 29: Mush

“And what do we do when we flush the toilet?” Vanessa asked, looming over Gabriel Silvio Berzatto.

“Wash hands,” he looked up at his mother with those same blue eyes as his father, completely disarming her. He hopped up onto his step-stool and hummed along as he washed his hands, itching to get back out to the kitchen where Carmen was cooking up some lunch for the Berzatto babies.

“Good job, Gabey baby,” she cheered, giving him a high-five. Potty training had been hell. Gabriel had no interest whatsoever in using the toilet and he was a real late bloomer in that way. He was walking, running, talking – hitting all the other milestones, but could not care less about potty training. But they’d been making headway and as long as he was fully potty trained in the next few months, everything would be okay. “Should we go see what Daddy has made the wrecking crew for lunch?” She asked.

Gabriel ran back to the kitchen, bare feet slapping agains the hardwood and climbing right up into his toddler tower to help Carmen.

“Okay, now that our sous is back, we can finish up with the accouterment,” Carmen said, looking down at the bundle that was cradled carefully to his chest. “What do we think, G? Peppers, mushrooms, onions?” He asked.

“No mush,” Gabriel countered, picking up his little Fisher Price set and chopping vegetables alongside his father.

“The sous has requested no mush, and while we don’t normally allow for substitutions, we will make an allowance just this once,” Carmen narrated, dropping a kiss to the fuzzy little head peeking out of the sling.

Vanessa could hear the giggles from the kitchen as she pulled on her boots, knowing she’d need to combat the slush on the sidewalks until she could get into the building for her wax appointment.

It would be the first time since baby Myles was born that Carmen would be alone with both the boys. But it’d been 12 weeks since Myles came home from the hospital and she was in desperate need of a brow wax, manicure and pedicure. Carmen would be just fine for a few hours.

She pulled her hair out of the collar of her sweater and tossed it over her shoulders, wiping her fingers under her eyes to catch any stray mascara before exiting the bedroom.

“Look at Mama, look how beautiful she is,” Carmen said, lifting his eyes from the cutting board to see his wife in the archway. “Tell Mama she’s beautiful,” he encouraged.

“Beautful Mama,” Gabriel repeated to the best of his ability, smacking his own vegetables around his blue, plastic cutting board.

“Thank you, my love,” Vanessa crossed the room to drop a kiss on Gabe’s head.

“No sugar for Daddy?” Carmen asked, scooping his peppers and onions across the board and dumping them into a prep container. Vanessa stepped into his personal space, her perfume swirling around him.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she grinned before kissing him gently. “How’s my little baby?” She asked,

“I’m doing okay,” Carmen replied, “slave driver of a chef,” he said, eyes flicking to Gabriel who’d been picking at his sandwich roll.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “How’s my littlest baby?” She gently pulled the fabric of the baby swing away from Carmen’s chest. Myles little cupid bow lips were pouted, long lashes resting against his cheeks as she slept soundly against Carmen’s chest.

“Still sleepin’,” Carmen supplied. “He’ll be up for a bottle in a bit,” he replied. “Go enjoy your Mama time,” He insisted. “The boys have it locked down here,” he added.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She asked.

“I won’t, but I will,” he replied, kissing her once more. “Go ahead,” He said, slipping his hand down her backside and squeezing her ass in his palm.

“Just me and you and Myles, G man,” Carmen said, firing up the range. “Okay, now we toast the buns,” he said, holding up two thick rolls from the Vietnamese bakery down the street. Gabriel giggled upon hearing his Daddy say buns, making Carmen laugh.

“Buns,” he repeated.

Carmen narrated all of his steps, sautéing veggies and reheating some of the meat he’d pre-prepared the week before. With Myles being so young and Gabriel being a bit of a handful, he’d been taking a few hours each week to prep some proteins and veggies they could easily slap into a dinner and make life easier.

He was tickled whenever Gabe would cook with him. For Christmas, he’d gotten Gabe a little apron with his name on it and he demanded to wear it whenever they were in the kitchen together, observing his Daddy move around the kitchen from the toddler tower Nat and Pete had gifted them for Gabe’s first birthday.

Not too much later, Gabe and Carmen were sitting at the kitchen table, both enjoying their sandwiches as Carmen also carefully fed baby Myles his bottle, still snug in his sling.

“What do we think Sous?” Carmen asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Could have used a little more… depth, some umami.” He explained.

“I Gabe,” the little boy giggled, still not always understanding the concept of a sous chef. Carmen watched his son’s curls bounce with his laughter as he swung his legs back and forth in his chair. His blue eyes, his dirty blonde curls. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume Vanessa had nothing to do with Gabe’s procreation.

Myles was different, he was sure of it. Her dark eyes had appeared behind his delicate little eyelids and though he was still very bald, he held out hope that he’d have Vanessa’s dark hair.

“Did you know you’re my best friend, Gabe?” Carmen asked, taking another bite of his sandwich, watching his son. “You and baby Myles,” he added.

“Baby Myles,” Gabriel agreed, “best friend, Daddy,” he replied.

“That’s right, baby Myles is going to be your best friend, too,” he nodded, swallowing a dry patch at the back of his throat. “He’s so lucky to have you as a big brother.”

“Lucky Myles,” Gabriel parroted.

About two and a half hours later, Vanessa closed the front door softly behind her. Myles should be down for a nap and maybe Gabe had joined him as well. She didn’t hear any alarming noises as she slid off her boots and padded into the house. The kitchen and front living room were empty, but she heard the low volume of the TV in the family room humming and quietly slid in.

There, Carmen laid shirtless on the couch, Myles in just a diaper on his chest and Gabriel wedged between his Dad and the back of the couch, out cold and drooling on Carmen’s shoulder.

“Hi,” Vanessa greeted with a whisper.

“Hi Mama,” Carmen said quietly.

“Look at this cuddle puddle,” she grinned.

“I laid out here with Myles for some skin to skin and Gabe also wanted to take his shirt off,” Carmen grinned. “He got jealous and wanted a bottle, too.”

“Sweet boy,” Vanessa cooed, pushing Gabriel’s curls back from his face. Neither of his parents could bring themselves to get his haircut.

“How was the salon?” Carmen asked.

“Refreshing,” Vanessa said, pouting as her husband blocked her attempt to pick Myles up.

“My baby,” he said pointedly.

“Carm,” Vanessa gaped.

“Join us,” he insisted, “there’s room for you, Mama.” He added.

“There’s no way I can get in there without waking up the tornado,” she said knowingly.

“The tornado has requested Mama’s pasta for dinner,” Carmen said, tucking his free hand behind his head.

“Of course,” Vanessa grinned. “Babies are having an early bedtime tonight,” she said, trailing a freshly manicured nail down Carmen’s bare chest, tweaking his nipple. Carmen adjusted on the couch, a pleased smile on his face.

They had decided they didn’t want to wait long between Myles and their next baby, but this would definitely be the last. Vanessa and Carmen would never say out loud they were trying for a girl, but they were trying for a girl.

With Vanessa transitioning, at least for a few years, to staying home full time, they didn’t want to put too much time between babies.

“Mommy and Daddy time?” Carmen asked.

“As long as this one allows it,” she said, placing a gently hand on Myles’ back.

As if on cue, the newest member of the Berzatto family let out a crackly whine.

“Myles,” Gabriel grumbled, twisting against Carmen’s torso and burying his face further into his father’s chest. Vanessa giggled, picking up Myles so Carmen could tend to Gabriel as she walked back to the nursery.

“Are you Mama’s baby?” She asked, nuzzling into Myles warmth, cradling him to her chest against her soft sweater.

“I’m your baby!” Carmen called out.

“Not a baby Daddy,” she could hear Gabriel counter knowingly.

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hugsandchaos · 7 months

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Chapter 2 of Caregiver N, everyone!

I think I did a pretty good job with this one!

“How dare you!!” James shouted. He stood up from his chair and angrily marched up to one of the guests attending the family dinner. J took a few steps back as her boss put himself between her and his very rude relative.”I’m kind enough to invite scum like you into this manor and you treat my worker drones like this?! J is doing her job wonderfully, unlike you, who just slacks off and snaps whenever someone points it out!” He yelled.

As the shouting grew, Tessa leaned over and put a hand on J’s shoulder as her father argued with his cousin.”Maybe you should go look for V? I’ll find you as soon as I can go.” She whispered, having noticed the pink blush on her friend’s screen. J nodded and did her best to hold back the tears that had formed while the rude guest was shouting at her. Tessa patted her head and smiled.”You’ll be okay.” She said in a hushed tone. J smiled a bit and began walking out of the room with the dishes.

She planned to clean the dishes already in her hands and then go find V. She wiped the tears away as she walked down the long halls. As she entered the kitchen, she saw V working on putting away the newly cleaned plates and eating utensils.”V?” She called out, although it was more of a mumble. V turned around almost instantly hearing her tone of voice, knowing what it could mean, and put the last mug in the cabinet.

“Here, let me take those off your hands, sweetie.” She said. She took the dishes from J’s arms and walked over to the sink to wash them for her. J knew she couldn’t win the argument even if she tried to say no, so she didn’t.“Thank you.” She said. She took a temporary seat on the nearby step stool and watched V rinse and was the dishes by hand.

V was always surprisingly good at cleaning the dishes and always managed to do it quickly and efficiently.“No problem. Do you wanna head to Tessa’s room after I’m done?” She asked. J usually said yes right away, but this time, she paused to think for a moment. She did want to go to Tessa’s room and calm down, but she also wanted something else.“...Actually, can we go see Cyn and N first? I want to be near them too.” She asked quietly. V smiled and washed her hands, already done with the dishes.”Of course, anything you need.” She replied with a soft smile.

The first place they looked was the library. It was right next to the entrance to the basement, which Cyn usually occupied as her living quarters. The two usually hid there when there were guests since Cyn might potentially get scrapped and N was terrified of adult humans. Surprisingly, they saw Cyn right as they turned the corner of the restricted area.

She was sitting on the floor and staring up at the higher shelves. Once she saw them, she waved at them.”Wave. Hello, J. Hello, V. What brings you here?” Cyn greeted. As the two walked closer, Cyn noticed the pink blush just as V and Tessa did.

“We were wondering if you and N would mind coming with us to hang out in Tessa’s room.” V asked. She looked around, but she didn’t see the other drone anywhere.”Where is N anyway?” She asked.

“He is behind you.” Cyn replied. V and J turned around to see N climb down from the bookshelves without the use of a ladder holding a book by wrapping his tail around it. He hopped down the last two shelves and walked over to them.”Need anything?” He asked, having overheard the short conversation. He moved the book to his arms and glanced at the pink blush on J’s screen. She looked at him and the book in his hands.

“Could you please read to us?” She asked. A smile quickly appeared on N’s face.“I’d love to!” He replied.

A few minutes later, the group was hanging out in Tessa’s room and listening to N read a children’s book about lizards. In front of him, J, V, and Cyn sat beside each other.

“The basilisk lizard, which unfortunately went extinct in 2051, was an incredible reptile. What made them so special? Their ability to run on water, of course!” He read aloud. V let out a small “Ooooo!” and J leaned in closer to listen.“The way they accomplished this unbelievable feat was thanks to their long toes on their rear feet with fringes of skin that unfurl in the water, increasing the water surface area. As they churn their legs, they slap their splayed feet hard against the water, creating a tiny air pocket that keeps the from sinking, provided they maintain their speed.” N continued.

Suddenly, he stopped reading and turned to face the door with a scared expression. He dropped the book and dove under Tessa’s bed just as someone grabbed the doorknob and twisted it from the other side.

The trio glanced at the door and saw Tessa walk in with her mother, Louisa, holding the door open. Louisa looked at J as Tessa rushed to her side.”J, are you alright, honey?” Louisa asked. Tessa sat next to J, who smiled and accepted the hug while still holding her whale plushie.“Yes, I’m feeling a little better.” She replied. Louisa smiled.“That’s good to hear. Would you like me to let you four know when the family leaves?” She asked. They hadn’t heard the arguing, but then again, they weren’t close to the dinning room. Unless the fight had died down and now things were just uncomfortable and tense.

“Yes, please.” V replied politely.

“Alright. I’ll leave you four to play now, but remember that bedtime is in an hour.” Louisa said before shutting the door. After a few seconds, V looked over at Tessa’s bed.

“You can come out, N.” She said. N lifted the large blanket that dangled over the bed frame a bit and peeked out. After seeing for himself that it was only Tessa who stayed, he came out and stared at the door nervously for a bit. Now that he was coming out more to see his new friends and not just Cyn, avoiding adult humans — specifically Tessa’s parents since they owned the place — had become slightly more difficult. N looked over at Tessa and walked over to pick up the book.”Hey, Tessa!” He said.

“Hey, N! Oooooo, are we listening to a story?” Tessa asked. She enjoyed listening to him read just as much as their other three friends. Except maybe Cyn, she often fell asleep hearing her big brother read children’s story books.“Not really, I’m reading about basilisk lizards to everyone in here. Wanna join?” N offered, sitting back down where he was earlier. Tessa nodded and sat down next to J.“Yes, please!” She replied. N flipped back to the page he was on and cleared his throat to continue.

“The common basilisk originally lived in what was once Central and South America, which were connected to North America at the time. They were found near rivers and streams in lush rainforests, where they could escape large birds by jumping onto the water and sprinting to safety...”

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Damon x reader - it’s you

Can u do a Damon Salvatore x Avenger!reader??? Cos that would be pretty cool!! - Anon💜

You hadn’t seen him for months, barely spoke to him and every time you called it felt like he was purposely ignoring you.

Eventually you gave up, staring at your phone, you sighed to yourself as you sent your final text.

You: this is clearly not working Damon. Sorry for everything and I hope you find the happiness you deserve.

With that, you pressed send and blocked his number, tossing your phone across your bed as you rested your head against the headboard.

“Everything alright?” Jarvis asked.

“Yeah… can you block my phone and order me a new sim of Tony’s card. Tell him I’ll pay him back for it when the new sim comes.”

“Of course, it will be here tomorrow. Clint as requested permission to come in.”

“Yeah, let him in.”

You heard the door unlocked and it was pushed open.

Clint came stumbling through with the rest of the team behind him, all of them holding either food or drinks and you laughed at them.

They set everything up, and all sat around your bed.

“Movie night and drinks.” Tony grinned.

“I won’t say no to free food or drinks, you know that.” You smirked back.

Taking the bottle from his hand, you took a sip and hummed, shuffling yourself a little so Natasha, Wanda and Pepper could all come sit on your bed with you.

“Jarvis told us you know, about the last text. Are you okay?” Steve asked gently.

“Jarvis you snitch.”

“Sorry.” The AI replied.

You laughed softly and shook your head, shooting Steve a warm smile as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ll live I suppose.”

You guys sat and watched films and drank the night away.

When you woke up, you groaned slightly and sat up, rolling Natasha from your side to the floor as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed.

“Really?” She groaned.

“I have to pee…” you mumbled.

Stepping over her, you made your way out the room and down the hallways to the restroom.

When you came back, the others were slowly waking up. Thor was cleaning the mess along with Steve and Bucky while the others grumbled to themselves.

“I’ve ordered breakfast.” Bruce smiled.

“My hero.”

Giving him a hug, you flopped yourself back on to the bed, shuffling uncomfortably.

“Malting?” Pepper asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“We’ll run you a bath and give you a hand.” Wanda smiled.

“Thanks guy, breakfast first though.”

You all made your way upstairs, enjoying some much needed coffee and food.

You and the girls went downstairs, you changed into some shorts and a vest too before climbing into the bath, turning your back to them.

Unfolded the black wings, you could feel some feathers falling loose.

“Jesus (Y/N), when was the last time you did them?” Natasha asked.

You could get her working her fingers through the feathers, trying her best to be gentle.

“Damon would do them for me…” you mumbled.

“So you haven’t tended to them in months?” Pepped asked gently.

“Yeah…”

“It must hurt.” Wanda sighed.

You nodded your head, focusing on trying to handle the pain.

After nearly an hour you guys were done and you got out from the bath, shooing the others away so you could shower all the dirt away.

Making your way upstairs again, you sat on a bar stool and looked at Tony fiddling with a phone.

“Authentic stark tech, no one can get your number and everyone already has it. So no random calls or texts, top notch security.”

“Thanks Tony.”

“Anything for my favourite mutant.”

You laughed, grinning at him as he handed the phone over, but your smile quickly fell when Jarvis called your name.

“Yes?” You asked.

“You ex appears to be outside and is demanding entry.”

You and Tony shared a look.

“He can’t come in without your permission.” You said.

“Do you want him to come in?” Tony asked.

You opened your mouth but quickly closed it.

You didn’t know if you wanted to let him in or not.

“No, I’ll go down.”

Heading to the lift you quickly pressed the button for the ground floor.

Your heart was pounding, you were confused, upset, angry.

As the doors opened your slowly made your way to the entrance, but you didn’t leave the building.

You stood there and watched Damon pace, running a when through his hair a few times as he looked around.

Finally he looked inside, and that’s when you made your way over, but you still never left the building.

“Jarvis open the doors please.”

“Of course.”

The doors slid open and Damon went to walk in, but he was quickly stopped and he sighed.

“No invite?” He asked.

“Not for you.” You replied.

“Come on, it’s boring out here. Let me in.”

“No Damon, this is privet property, so I suggest you leave.”

With that, you spun around and started to walk away.

“Wait!”

You stopped.

“Can we talk… please…?”

You sighed, turning around you walked back over.

“About what Damon? I’ve been trying to talk to you for months!”

“I know! And I can explain I swear!”

“You’ve got two minutes.”

Damon told you about everything that had been going on in mystic falls, about how he was trying to help Stefan keep Elena safe, about klaus and Elijah, and how he was worried about your safety.

“Damon, I’ve faced aliens, I’ve faced mad men with guns and science on their side, hell I’ve faced vampires too. I’m sorry but I don’t believe you.”

“(Y/N)!”

Damon tried to get in once again, even though he knew it was pointless.

You stood there watching him.

“Damon I didn’t even get so much as a text from you. But you know what I saw, you dancing with random women in clubs, and dancing with Elena at the ball.”

“Don’t do this…” he whispered.

“If you didn’t love me, you should have said. Unlike you, I don’t have years to wait for the right person.”

“I do love you! Don’t you get it! Everything I did I did to try and protect you! Dancing with those girls was part of the ploy to keep klaus away from you! Because if he killed you id have nothing!”

Damon took a deep breath.

“If I love you (Y/N) I would have nothing, literally nothing. You are my everything, I want you, no one aside from you. And if I have to stand here for weeks to prove that then fine. I will.”

You said nothing and you walked upstairs, telling Tony to just leave Damon to do his own thing and that he wasn’t a threat to anyone in the tower.

Just like he said, Damon never left the front of the tower. He slept in his car, and he would sit around waiting for you to come back out.

Finally you had enough and you left the tower, walking over to Damon, you held out a glass to him.

“(Y/N)…”

Damon scrambled from the car and rushed in front of you, completely ignoring the glass in front of him.

“Here. You haven’t fed in weeks.”

Damon looked at the glass before he turned back to you.

“No. Not until you forgive me.”

“You’ll starve Damon.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. Jesus Christ Damon I may be angry but I don’t want you to kill yourself off!”

You shoved the glass into his hand. He seemed conflicted before he finally down the contents, a little blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

Once he was done he set the glass on his car.

“Please. I’ll stay here if you want me to (Y/N) anything, life is so boring without you.”

You smiled softly, turning around to lean on the car with him as you looked up at the tower.

“And what about everything back in mystic falls?” You asked.

“They can handle it themselves. Right now I have to prove to a woman how much I care for her.”

He reached out, taking your hand in his as he brought up to, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

Then he walked in front of you, lifting your hand above your head, he trapped you between the car and himself, carefully not to hurt you.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against yours.

“One more chance (Y/N)… if not I’ll go. You’ll never see me again…”

You breathed in slowly before sighed, leaning up you gently kissed him, and he smiled into the kiss.

“One more chance Damon.”

“That’s all I need. Can I come in now?” He asked.

“Yeah, Tony have permission like last week.” You smirked.

Lacing your fingers with the vampires, you led him into the tower.

Maybe it was a mistake to give Damon another chance, but you wanted to believe he would do better this time around.

You loved Damon, and you didn’t want to loose him for good, because he was your world and you needed him

#the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #avengers #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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ninapi · 8 months

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Premise: A tale as old as time, a love as big as it can possibly exist. A traveling merchant gets lost and stumbles in Gyomei's mountain, a meeting that only destiny could make possible.

Word Count: 4044

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Winter was harsh this year, particularly harsh when you’re heading up a mountain.

Your parents didn’t leave much before departing from this world, but shared their profession with you, shaping you into what you were today, a fairly successful merchant of some sort. Your yard back home held all types of medicinal herbs, and you learned from the best how to turn them into powders and their respective doses depending on the symptoms.

You were by no means a doctor.

But you lived in an era where any help was better than none, and you could proudly say you’ve helped save more than one life in your time as a medicine provider. Or that’s what you like to call yourself, merchants make money, you didn’t really, just barely enough to survive. Most people who couldn’t afford a real doctor also couldn’t afford medicine, so most of your stuff always ended up being given away to the sick in exchange for something as little as a piece of bread.

People should help each other, that’s what your mother used to say, that’s what you lived by to this day.

You heard that an elderly woman lived up the mountain you were currently climbing, she had been badly wounded by a wild animal and was in need of assistance, yet the villagers were too afraid of the beast to do something, leaving you with no other choice than to go by yourself, to make it all worse, about an hour through your climb a snow storm began to form, the dark clouds worrying your uneasy self to great lengths.

As soon as the first snowflake managed to land on the tip of your nose, you noticed smoke coming out behind some trees about a mile away from where you were currently standing. If you hurried, you might be able to get there before the storm hits.

Though, snow was already pilled up from previous storms and walking fast was easier said than done.

By the time you reached the hut, the storm had been falling for a while, your skin now showing the constant attack of frost bite hunting your every inch.

The door to said hut was wide open, the fire burning and warming its insides to an alluring extent, though nobody could be seen around. It was a pretty small hut, it only had the bare minimums, yet it was warm and welcoming, just as the loaf of bread on the table was.

After calling in a few more times your feet just couldn’t stand the cold anymore, forcing your body to act on its own, going inside without the owner’s approval.

The stool in front of the fire was a bit too big for you, almost felt like a table, but in comparison with the actual table next to it, you were certain it was a seat of some sort. Taking your soaking wet footwear off by the entrance, you padded your way to the comforts of the cozy hut, making yourself comfortable on the ‘bench-stool’ and even if you felt horrible for doing so, you also took half of the loaf of bread, indulging in the fluffy treat with guilt. All you had to do was leave some medicine behind or some coins even, surely the owner would understand.

Not wanting to overstay, you were about to head back outside in search of the poor woman when a figure, too large for the door frame stood in front of you, confused.

“Who’s there-?” he was clearly looking in your direction, were you that small compared to him that he was not able to see you?

“Excuse me, good sir. My name is (L/N) (Y/N), I’m a medicine provider who happened to stumble upon your hut, the storm was taking a toll on my body, since there was no one home, I couldn’t resist and stepped inside to stay by the fire for just a bit, I hope you don’t mind.” he was honestly terrifyingly big, though, his stand was quiet and had a gentle look on his face, you also noticed his praying beads, certainly a man of faith wouldn’t kill a random stranger for half a loaf of bread, or so you hoped.

“Of course, don’t worry. You should wait a little longer before heading out, it’s getting worse, you could get lost in the forest and I wouldn’t recommend that on a night like this.” he stepped inside his own house, removing his haori and hanging it by the door.

That’s when you noticed his unfocused stare, he would do things without looking at them and seemed to be way too aware of the location of everything around his house, to the extent of nearly killing one of your boots as he stomped on it without intent.

“Sorry, were those your shoes? I hope I didn’t ruin them.” he was definitely and odd man, this was his house, there was an intruder in it and here he was worrying about stepping on your shoe.

“That’s fine, I’m the one who should be sorry for just leaving them out there, it’s only normal you wouldn’t know they were there.” he just nodded, facing your way, “A blind man has his own problems, there’s no need for you to apologize. I brought some bread earlier, should be on the table, please help yourself if you’re hungry, I will prepare some tea, it will help us both regain a normal body temperature."

The look of horror in your face was beyond description, you were just glad the man couldn’t see it, but oh god, you stole bread from a blind man…divine punishment certainly awaits…

“I…sort of…ate a bit of it already…I’m so sorry, I’m usually not like this but I was desperate, I was going to leave some coins on the table for it, I swear…” all you could hear coming his way were some low chuckles rumbling from the depths of his manly large chest, his face softening even more, if that was actually possible.

“I’m glad you did, I bet you were hungry. But what is a young helpless woman doing in such a dangerous mountain by herself?” your eyebrow twitched in annoyance, you were anything but helpless, of course, this was the first time you meet this man, there’s no way for him to know your back story, but you hated being tagged as useless just for being a woman.

“An elderly woman who lives in this mountain was attacked by a wild beast, she needs medical attention and everyone else in the village was too afraid to come help, so I came on my own.”

His facial expression changed constantly, from a surprised gasp, to an angry frown, to a somewhat proud looking smile. Just looking at him was entertaining.

“You’re a very brave woman, I see. But I must say, I’m the only person who lives on this mountain, did you perhaps make the wrong turn? There’s another mountain slightly more populated in the other direction. I’m coming from there in fact, the lady who was attacked had already died by the time I arrived, your medicine won’t be needed.”

Great, just great. The moment you heard his words a mental image of the sign pointing the other way came to your head, you saw it, read it, were about to follow it, but the smoke coming out of this very hut distracted you and the discomfort following it made your rational brain to seize working, instincts taking control of your body.

Now a life has been lost.

“You must think I’m pathetic…eating your bread, getting cozy by the fire, all when a poor woman was in need of my help…”

“I do not think such thing. She was beyond salvation, the beast had already eaten most of her intestines, even if you had arrived on time, you would have gotten killed as well. Thankfully, I managed to slay the beast before anyone else suffered her same fate.” just thinking about her painful death made tears go down your face, nobody should have to suffer such demise.

“You’re kind…” his hand was now reaching for your face, swiping a stray tear away. “Only kind people cry for others who have never met.” his face was pouring with salty liquid, crying twice as hard as you were, startling you, “Why are you crying? Did the beast hurt you perhaps?”

“Your kind heart made my own feel too full, the people I work with say I cry too much. Apologies if that startled you. And to answer your question, I don’t think I’ve been hurt, just a scratch.” he pulled one of his sleeves up to show you a deep cut on his forearm, bloody, covered in dirt, it was like if it was screaming at you angrily asking for an infection to grow in it within hours.

“Sir, we need to disinfect this right now, the tea can wait. I have the right medicine with me, please sit down, I’ll take care of it in appreciation for your kindness.” without arguing, he sat by the fire, new tears adorning his sorrowful face.

“You’re crying again, sir. Are you sure this is the only wound? You seem to be in a lot of pain…”

“Himejima Gyomei, at your service. Please don’t call me sir, I know people say I look older than I actually am, but I assure you I am not that old. Again, your kindness…makes my heart ache…” his cute little sniffs were making you smile, he was such a large tough looking man, yet he was crying over someone’s acts of kindness, it was amusing to say the least.

He remained quiet and steady as you cleaned his wound, applied some dried herbs to it and bandaged it tightly to make sure the wound would close properly and wouldn’t leave a scar. “Could you please remove the upper side of your garments? I would like to confirm there’s no further wounds scattered around. With all due respect, you can’t see them, and it worries me. You live too far away from a doctor, if something was to happen, you would most likely die here on your own. I can’t live with myself knowing that.” you managed to make the man tear up once more, his hands automatically disrobing himself without further questioning.

There was a tiny cut on his side, nothing to worry about, but you cleaned it up nicely for him and also got him one of your herbal tea concoctions to combat any sort of bacteria that might have creep its way into the wounds, from the inside.

He’s been crying a lot that evening, yet, as one of his tears reached his lips, he couldn’t help but notice how it tasted flowery, mimicking the smell in the air as you prepared his tea.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You ended up staying for the night, the storm kept getting worse and he was kind enough to share his roof with you, a stranger who stumbled upon him without notice.

He was a kind man, you witnessed him cry at least five times over the silliest of things, he seemed to have a big heart, worried about those in need and his physical abilities played in his favor, making him strong enough to kill a flesh-eating beast.

You felt oddly safe by his side, even if he could easily snap your neck with his thumb, he treated you with a softness you’ve never experienced before.

He was big, and he was aware of that, so he moved around you carefully, not wanting to step on you or hurt you by just being himself confined to a small space. His house is more than enough for him, but just for him, having someone else around wasn’t something he’s familiar with and had to get used to it without the gift of sight on his side.

He laid out his only futon for you to sleep comfily on it, while he slept sitting by the fire, not even a blanket covering his massive body.

Your worry only causing him to tear up once more.

“Himejima-san, before I leave, I would like to check your wound and clean it once more, if that’s ok with you.” he was preparing soup for breakfast, even if it was a bit odd, he didn’t think you’d leave this fast, it was still pretty dangerous outside, but you were indeed a brave woman, it just took him by surprise.

“Sure, let’s get you some food in first.” his soup was delightful, it was so admirable how well he managed to live on his own, it made you appreciate things you normally take for granted, feel grateful for everything you had, and also feel a bit bad for him, you wished he had someone to assist him just a bit, even if it wasn’t necessary, most men need a woman by their side and they can see perfectly, it must be even more lonely for such a kind hearted man.

“Himejima-san, do you live here on your own?”

“Yes, I train by the waterfall every day, also the boulders you see outside help me keep in shape, I quite like it actually. It’s very peaceful.” to that you had to agree, there was nobody else around, no neighbors, no kids running around outside, only the sounds of nature coming in from every window.

“Isn’t it a bit much to be on your own here?”

This made him think. Was he lonely? He probably was, he still thinks constantly of the children he used to share his life with, of how he wishes they would still be around, that he could share a meal with them, play with them as he used to. But he was a demon slayer now, having kids around wasn’t safe, this was probably for the better.

“I see the people that work for my organization often, it’s not that bad.” he nodded, his eyes trailing to the outside world where warmth was finally felt from the air.

“How about I stop by every now and then to check on you? I mean on your wound…gotta make sure it healed properly.” your shy mumble made him smile, a few tears going down his face, happy tears he reckoned, and they tasted floral just like they did the day before.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Every now and then ended up being every day.

Visiting the man became part of your daily rounds, once you finished visiting your regulars and selling your daily share of medicine you would climb the mountain and visit the stoic half naked man chanting from a waterfall.

The first time you saw it caught you off guard. He was literally half naked, his very nicely built body all in display for your eyes only, drops of water dripping down the heavy muscle. A sight to behold, mind you. But you’ve gotten used to it as he does it often enough.

His wound healed just fine, but the thought of him all alone up a mountain tightened your chest filling it with sadness.

You weren’t pitying him, you’d feel the same if he could see just fine, he was just such a kind lovely man, thinking he could be all alone and sad was heart breaking.

So your visits usually came with food, others with some fabric to fix his ragged uniform, then more wounds appeared and of course you had to take care of them as well.

By now, he would expect your visit every day, it became the highlight of his days and even if he knew he was putting you in danger by just having you there, he couldn’t stop his heart from soaring each time he heard your steps coming towards him.

He’s never felt this way before, he felt understood, well taken care of, and that was an odd feeling for someone like him. He rarely opens up to others, trust issues consume his heart, but with you around he feels like nothing bad could happen, like everything will be fine, another day would come, another day to hear your lovely voice, to have your company.

“So your boss is sick?”

“I wouldn’t say he’s my boss, more like my master, but yes, he’s sick. Unfortunately, not even your fantastic medicine could help him, it’s more like a curse, one that can’t be lifted easily, so his days are numbered.” the sadness lacing his voice moved you to tears, a common practice these days, his feelings are always so raw, somewhat contagious.

“Are you sure? I could always take a look at him, who knows, maybe those glowing mushrooms we found the other day could be the secret ingredient to get his health back!” your cheerful optimistic self was very much welcomed, he’s honestly under a lot of pressure being the strongest, not being able to protect his master was a terrifying thought, he also knew the rest of the pillars trusted him with their lives and that could be too much for just one person. Having your support had done wonders to his perspective in life itself, making him feel like a part of society lately and not like someone who’s always on the sidelines as he used to live as.

“Your kindness is appreciated, but he can’t be saved, not by medicine at least. The one who cursed him and his family must die for that to happen, but it’s a beast like no other, my job is to get rid of it, only then he will be saved.” your frown only grew, alarm bells ringing in your head. You knew he was stronger than anyone you’ve ever met before. But a bad feeling absorbed all your thoughts, one you couldn’t shake away easily.

Without thinking about it much, your tiny arms wrapped around his mid-section, your face buried in his rock-hard abdomen. “Do you really have to…get rid of that beast..? Can’t someone else do it? What if you…” your voice broke, it was obvious to him now that you were crying, he could taste the grief in his own tears, the floral taste of happiness wasn’t present today.

“I’m the strongest, I’ll be fine. It has to be done.” his large hand rested on your back, rubbing soft circles on it urging you to stop crying. “Even the strongest can die if the beast is just as strong…”

Your words were true, he knew this, but he’s always been prepared to die in the battlefield, he knows that’s his destiny, what he signed up for, he will give his life to protect the world from demons, that was known by many, but not by you, and somehow, he didn’t want you to know that much.

“How could I die when I have to be home by 3, otherwise I would miss your visit.” his silly statement made you laugh in between sobs, sometimes you forget how adorable this man is, especially when he is just as tough as he is sweet.

“Maybe I should build my own hut next door, that way you wouldn’t be able to die then, I’d have you under surveillance.” the thought made him smile, it’s funny how you think you’d be able to stop him, you’re less than half his size, even being as brave as you were, there’s limits for the human body, limits he didn’t have.

“Maybe you should just move in here with me then, that way you wouldn’t miss anything.” it was just a small joke, he wanted to continue hearing your lovely laughter, yet, silence was all he could hear, his hand moved away from your back to cup your face, tears were dry by now, but your face was pipping hot. “What is it, (Y/N)? Are you feeling unwell? It appears you have fever.” moving away from his touch, you covered your face away shyly, even if he couldn’t see you, he knows you were blushing now.

“What is it (Y/N)? Please, talk to me…it makes me…anxious…when you stay quiet, I can’t see your facial expression, I can’t figure out what’s going on if you don’t tell me…” you could feel how worried he was by just his tone of voice, he was a kind man, it wasn’t fair to keep him in the dark, quite literally.

“I just…what you just said…were those your true wishes or was it just a joke?” your cute stammering made him realize you weren’t under a fever spell but maybe under a lovesick one instead, making him unable to contain a grin forming on his handsome face.

“Well, I wanted to lift your mood up, but if I’m being honest, that’s something I think about every day. How it would be easier if you’d just stay here. Easier for you, you wouldn’t have to climb the mountain every day, even if that is good exercise. Easier for me as I wouldn't have to miss you every night when you leave. Easier for both I guess, as we would never be lonely again…as we would bring smiles to each other faces without a time limit...”

You were speechless, it would be a lie saying you didn’t wish to hear those very words for a while now, you’ve been visiting him for months, falling for the kind hearted man even more every day that goes by, but somehow, you thought he would never return your feelings. He’s always so focused on his job, on becoming stronger, on being ready for an imminent fight, he didn’t look like someone interested in a relationship, so naturally you wondered what made him change his heart.

“Is this what I think it is? Do you…”

“Yes, I like you. Romantically, not just as a friend. Or so I think, I’ve never been in love before, but Rengoku, one of my juniors, told me it appears I have been hunted by the goddess of love. He said even my aura has changed, it’s brighter now apparently. And I know it’s all thanks to you. I feel complete when you’re around, my heart can be at ease when you’re by my side, I don’t feel like I have to have my guard up 24/7.”

And you have definitely been visited by the goddess of love, every time you hear his husky deep voice, every time his rough calloused hands brush against your skin, every time he calls your name, your entire world collapses. It all started as a simple friendship, a far away living neighbor worrying for the other, but it was so much more now.

“I…you probably already know this, but I feel the same way…” this was the first time you hear him chuckle so earnestly. For once, there were no tears on his face.

“That embrace we just shared said many things, my dear.” no permission was needed, he grabbed you gently by your waist, pulling you back closer to him to lift you up in his arms, his nose searching and nuzzling your face until his lips finally found your own. The kiss was gentle, soft, way too short, yet, it was the best kiss you’ve ever had in your life. So full of love, so full of unshared feelings.

“So, you want to have a pretty lady sharing your space, huh?” chuckling, you kissed both of his cheeks, unwilling to let him go just yet.

“Oh, so you’re pretty? I didn’t know that.” your discomfort could be felt miles away, making him laugh, “Of course I know, I was joking, but I don’t want to share it with just some pretty lady, I want to share it with the woman who stole my heart, the only one who I can clearly see even when my eyes don’t function properly. My heart sees you. How about yours? Does it see me as I truly am? Does it see how much I love you?”

“It can only see you, my love…”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖—Bookstore boy

ft. [surprise] haikyuu setter x reader

genre: fluff, a sprinkle of angst

Part 2 here !

Love. Love is portrayed in many ways, whether it be love toward your family, love towards your friends, or love towards your fur baby.

Y/n had no problem with any of that, except for one, love with your special someone. That, Y/n had no clue of.

Most people her age have gone around and experienced love, but the case is different for her.

Despite being out in the world, free from the shackles of her parent's rules, she prefers to stay in her apartment watching romance movies to her heart's content.

Lots of people would question her, such as how her aunt would never fail to ask every Thanksgiving “If you love romance movies so much, why don't you experience it for yourself?”— it's not that easy Y/n thinks, after all the fairytales she's read, her standards seem to have skyrocketed to the point that no man can reach them, or so she believes.

[2: 11 pm, Public library]

The bells from the door chime as Y/n enters the quaint yet cozy library. She is welcomed with the scent of books old and new alike being turned over by the other frequent patrons.

Looking around you smile at the familiar faces you often see at the library.

Though one unfamiliar face caught your eye, a man sitting at the far corner of the reading space, he seemed completely absorbed in his book; his facial expression constantly changing as he proceeds to read.

You find yourself chuckling at how adorable this stranger was.

Suddenly his eyes met yours, and you both stare at each other for what felt like an eternity until you realize that the stranger had probably noticed you staring at him.

Embarrassed, you turn around and walk in the opposite direction, away from the stranger.

You went on with your afternoon, trying to shake off the embarrassment you experienced a couple of minutes ago.

Looking around for the perfect book to spend your afternoon with, so far none had caught your attention, then you see it up on the shelf— the perfect book.

Pleased with your find you climb the step stool in an attempt to reach the book.

The book was too high up and the step stool wasn’t enough, so you resort to tip-toeing, still no use.

Determined to get the book, you decided to use your final option, to jump. Still, on the step stool, you crouch down to make sure you could reach high enough. 3...2...1! You jumped and were able to grab the book in the process.

Too blinded with excitement you had forgotten the vital part of this plan, to land.

Now you were bracing yourself for impact, resigning your fate to the hard wooden floors of the library, but instead of harshly landing on the solid ground, you feel the arms of someone who had caught you just at the right time.

You let out a sigh of relief and slowly open your eyes when you’re met with blue eyes so beautiful that you feel as if you can drown in them if you looked long enough.

It was then that you realize that it was the cute stranger from the reading space.

The mystery guy held out his hand to help you get back on your feet; you brush off the imaginary dust on your shoulders.

The boy picked the book up from the ground, handing it back to you. You shyly accept the book from him.

“Thank you so much for um... Catching me, and I'm sorry about staring at you earlier, I just found your expressiveness rather charming”.

The mystery guy, probably startled by the sudden compliment, blushed.

“It's no problem, and thank you, I guess,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

You both stare at each other for a second, silence filling the atmosphere between both of you, until you hear a ring.

“Oh, excuse me my friend’s calling,” he explains as he moves away from you.

You think to yourself, isn't this maybe a bit too cliché? Maybe this was finally where your love story started.

Just the tiny thought that this man could be your special someone made your heart race.

I mean look at him, he was good-looking, obviously strong, I mean he caught you when you were falling, respectful, loves books, probably introverted.

He was her ideal guy, now all she needed to do was have the courage to ask for his number and keep in contact, and then-,

“Excuse me, I need to go and meet up with my friend, it was nice meeting you”

he said as bowed at you and quickly walks towards the exit.

“Bye,” you said, but it came out as a hushed whisper as you watch him slowly disappear into the city.

You'd be lying if you said you were fine, in all honesty, you were a little bit sad, yes you were delusional, but only because you were lonely and you needed a special someone to be there with you.

And you were stupid enough to think that the stranger might have been that someone for you, guess you were wrong.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

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