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following your lead | taylor sloane & fem!reader

Taylor Sloane is the kind of person who gets what she wants, and she wants to be your girlfriend. But during your first date together, she begins to wonder if she's good enough for you at all.

Word count: 5020

Tags: fluff, some angst, jealousy, taylor being a gigantic cutie who's obsessed with you

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The dim white light of Taylor’s laptop was cast on her face as she scrolled through the website directory of the museum her first date with you was to take place at. She took the nail of her thumb between her teeth as she leaned forward slightly, squinting at the museum layout and its floors.

When you asked her out, she had been so excited that she just had to blurt a bunch of stupid and untrue things in the heat of the moment.

‘I totally love museums!’ she had suddenly said out of nowhere right after quickly agreeing to go out with you. ‘Nicky and I love to visit any sort of museum when we travel together. Like, there’s this one in Paris, I think. The Louvre. Super pretty. Like, really pretty.’

She’d never even been to the Louvre, and actually made about a billion excuses to avoid going on the day the famous museum was set on the travel itinerary. But things just seemed so perfect at the time, she could hardly stop herself from making up lies just to make the night go even better.

Dan Pinto was holding a camping trip to film one of his movies, and on the day of wrapping he held a get-together to celebrate having finished filming his first official short film, written and produced by him and his close friends.

Taylor didn’t know Dan all that well aside from the fact that he was Ingrid’s boyfriend, so she was initially against going out and spending a night with his band of friends when Ingrid invited her to go, not to mention that Taylor hated camping.

To her, there was nothing enjoyable about sitting around a dirty field of grass in the middle of nowhere to get eaten alive by mosquitoes and have your hair filled with all sorts of flies and bugs that you wouldn’t ever be able to get out of there until you showered — and although she made a point to shower right after being outdoors for a period of time, the idea of having bugs in her hair at all was a complete turn-off.

But Ingrid begged for her to go because she’d only been with Dan for about two weeks by then and she too knew very little of his friends, and didn’t want to go to the celebration without a friend with her. She finally gave in, and both Taylor and Ingrid went to the mosquito-infested forest party.

Taylor had met you several times before, enough to have gotten your number; you were a mutual friend of one of Dan’s mutual friends, and Taylor first met you at a Christmas party. She hadn’t any clue you were going to be at the get-together and the moment she saw you, she knew she’d weather as many mosquitoes and hair-bugs as it took if it meant spending the whole night talking with you.

And she pulled it off perfectly. She was able to get you alone for most of the night, talking with you while sitting with each other at one of the camping park benches away from the celebration, around the fire when they started making s’mores, and anywhere it was quiet enough to have a conversation.

But she did like it especially when it was a bit louder, for that meant you had to step a bit closer to her in order to hear her when she spoke, and Taylor thought you smelled nice.

Because she had work in the morning, Ingrid ended up being the one to pull her away from the party, but not before you asked Taylor if she wanted to go out with you one afternoon when she was free. She was more than enthusiastic to set a date with you, which ended up being that weekend, and you suggested going to a museum you’d been wanting to visit.

She wanted to be completely prepared for her date with you and not come off as a liar so early into things, but most importantly, Taylor wanted to be able to impress you with all her knowledge on the things you loved. She spent about an hour and a half that night researching various things about what the museum was showcasing on different floors and exhibits so she had something interesting to say for just about everything.

Taylor went to bed feeling assured in her preparation, knowing that she’d come off as an intelligent and worldly person who was not as materialistic and shallow as she seemed from her social media, and someone you’d want to go out with for a second date, and a third, and all your dates from that point onwards.

In simpler terms, Taylor wanted to secure her chances at being your girlfriend.

The day of the date, she woke up extra early to make herself a fulfilling breakfast and to take some extra time on her makeup and to carefully plan out her outfit for that afternoon so by the time you picked her up at her place, she was completely ready.

She tried not to think much of it, especially as Taylor wasn’t typically a nervous person, but she also felt compelled to wake up early to prepare for the date because she was rather anxious for her day out with you.

You hadn’t ever spent that much time alone with her before. What if you realised that she wasn’t all that you thought she was? What if you regretted asking her out?

But Taylor was skilled at self-control and self-discipline, and she told herself that continuing to think about the possible negative outcomes of her date left less room for the positives. So she kept herself busy from the moment she awoke until the second she stepped foot outside her house to wait for you.

Her nerves began to fray again and she picked awkwardly at her pale pink nail polish. Her mind was soon filled with heaps of questions that only made her feel a lot more nervous.

Taylor had always been a straightforward type of girl with straightforward answers to straightforward questions; she wasn’t an overthinker, she wasn’t a worrier. But standing in front of her house waiting for you to come around and pick her up for your first date together made her feel uncharacteristically anxious.

She didn’t think you were the type, but Taylor worried that perhaps you might change your mind halfway to her house. She wasn’t very much the kind of person she seemed like online and she never minded how she seemed like on social media until now.

What if you changed your mind about her?

The soft hum of an approaching car came down the road and Taylor raised her head to see you driving towards her. Her worries were immediately done away with at the sight of you and she quickly raised her arm and waved excitedly.

You greeted her eagerly when she slipped into the passenger's side.

“Hi, Y/N,” Taylor said in return and reached over and hugged you. You smiled at the warm enthusiasm that was typical for her and Taylor felt reassured. She buckled herself in and smiled at you. “I’m really excited,” she confessed.

“Me too,” you replied honestly. “I’m glad we finally get to spend time together on our own.” You put the museum’s address into Google Maps then went on your way. “I mean, every other time was really nice too but…”

Taylor tucked her hands under her legs and leaned forward a little to get a look at your face. “But it’s nicer to get each other to ourselves,” she said.

You nodded in agreement and Taylor smiled. She felt good about the upcoming date and on the way to the museum, she briefly went over in her mind what she’d researched last night to be able to keep it fresh in her memory.

“This place is so pretty,” Taylor mused after the two of you parked and were now standing on the steps of the museum looking up at the front.

Beautiful sizable pillars stretched up into the never-ending sky, holding up the angled stone roof. The architecture looked Grecian though in the center of Los Angeles, a beautiful grand stone building that looked nearly like polished marble when it glistened in the summer sun.

“Do you wanna post this on your Instagram?” you asked then paused on the steps to allow Taylor to take a photo.

Hesitantly as if considering whether to finish her response though she’d already instantly began to reply, Taylor drawled out a nervously prolonged, “No.”

Then she quickly supplemented by asking, “Did you want me to?”

“No,” you answered and looked over at her with a bit of a grin.

Taylor ventured through your eyes with her own and found your implicit way of saying you wanted the date to be just for the two of you to be extremely endearing — especially your sincerity.

You were genuine and kind-hearted and Taylor felt so trusting of you, and she was glad to feel that way too.

After watching her cheeks flush slightly, you walked forward up the stairs and looked back at Taylor who quickly caught up with you, her shoulder brushing against yours.

Her eyes darted around the exterior of the museum as it grew larger and taller with each step towards it, green irises filled with childish fascination and what you assumed to be liberated vulnerability as you’d never seen Taylor look so comfortable.

The two of you always had good conversations when you’ve spoken with each other and to some extent, being with a stranger you feel comfortable with nearly always warranted one’s guard to be let down, but this felt different.

It felt like Taylor didn’t feel as if she needed to be alert and on her toes, always ready to have conversations with one person to the next, seemingly always being able to read those in front of her with charming ease.

But today she looked relaxed with her guard let down, and you wondered if this was how it felt to be someone who was close with Taylor Sloane, the influencer with a beloved and infamous social presence.

Taylor felt you staring at her and looked over at you when the both of you joined the line to pay for the museum tickets, and she felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of how intrigued you seemed just looking at her.

She felt a little nervous having your undivided attention, which was uncharacteristic for her as someone who normally always had eyes on her.

But it was different when it was you.

For a good while, things went perfectly; Taylor could recall all the things she’d researched from last night and felt proud of how she could contribute even a little to how excited you were talking about the museum as you walked through it together.

She felt that you thought she was intelligent and worldly, and that you were seeing how different she could be outside of social media.

You seemed to be in awe of the museum entirely, and she couldn’t help but feel weak at the knees every time you went on terribly dorky spiels about things like the Roman Empire and the Italian Renaissance.

She was never into the kinds of things you were impassioned by, and in fact, Taylor was sure that if you’d met during any point of time before when she first met you at the Christmas party last year, the two of you wouldn’t have ever interacted — you were just so different in interests and friends and hobbies.

Even so, Taylor knew that she’d listen to lectures upon lectures on things she’d never even think twice about like the agriculture in the era of Ancient Rome or painting techniques used during the Renaissance so long as you were the one speaking.

She wondered if her cheeks flushed as much as she felt they did every time you looked over at her with the sweetest grin while you were talking about things you liked, and how it widened each time she expressed interest in them.

Last night’s research took a few hours away from her sleep but she was repaid tenfold at the sight of your excitement when she mentioned things you loved.

Taylor didn’t often care about her impressions on people away from her life as an influencer as most times socialising was just business — promoting herself, making connections to better her interactions and reach, and encouraging brands to sponsor her.

But she felt herself caring a lot about things with you that she couldn’t recall even considering with others, like proving to you that she wasn’t as shallow as she might’ve initially seemed online and ensuring you’d enjoy spending time with her.

It felt like things would go just as Taylor had meticulously planned the night before, and if she was as charming as she hoped, she’d even get a kiss or at the very least the opportunity to hold your hand.

She didn’t anticipate in any of her preparations, however, to have her date with you interrupted.

Taylor had only ever talked with Elliot a handful of times and only within a group of people — and she wanted it that way. She considered him to be pompous and self-obsessed.

He was the kind of vegan to blurt out much louder than necessary that he couldn’t eat a type of food offered to him because he was vegan, to have negative opinions on every infamous classical philosopher and writer to show that he was the intelligent black sheep, who abhorred every form of self-promotion and platform of social media because they were ‘part of a intricate labyrinth that supplied vanity to those who lacked true confidence in themselves.’

In every way, he and Taylor were complete opposites, and to put it frankly, she couldn’t stand him.

He approached you and asked what you were doing at the museum, to which you said you were on a date with Taylor for the afternoon.

She swooned at your willingness to call it a ‘date’ to other people.

Elliot looked over at Taylor at the mention of her. His height made it seem to her that he was regarding her from a position of superiority and Taylor bristled defensively at the sight. He seemed perplexed at the idea of her and you being out on a date and his eyebrows furrowed together then arched up as if he was humoured at something.

But a moment of silence passed wherein no laughter was exchanged and Elliot then knew that no joke had been told.

“Oh,” he said.

To be cordial or perhaps to mock, he asked, “Are you enjoying yourselves?”

“We are,” Taylor quipped.

Elliot’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit and he looked as if he was picking apart her response. It was a subtle tell, but Taylor could see the way he scrutinised her.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a friendly tone.

Taylor refused to look at him lest it give him the hint that she did want him around and saw him as anything more than an irritating intruder.

As the two of you spoke, she looked around at the museum floor and at all the things she had yet to say about a particular porcelain vase that was in a glass case a few metres away, a history in which she’d researched in detail last night because of how pretty it looked.

She thought you’d be pleased with how much she knew about it.

From what Taylor was forced to hear, Elliot was waiting for his family to arrive at the museum for he was planning on giving them a tour; they were visiting him and they’d only just landed from Paris this week.

“Would you mind if I followed the both of you around until they arrive?” Elliot then asked, and Taylor could swear that she wouldn’t have felt worse if suddenly the museum ceiling crumbled down and crushed her under its debris and broke her ankle.

In spite of having just been told that you were on a date together, he had the gall to suggest that he intrude on your time together. He very evidently did not take the date seriously, nor did he respect Taylor as a serious prospective partner of yours.

She knew you’d say yes for although she was assured that you were certainly not as close with him as she was with you, you were friendly and warm — Taylor liked this about you a lot, so she couldn’t entirely complain about your resolve — and because she’d never told you how she felt about him.

But you turned to her anyways, much to her surprise, searching her expression for an answer.

Taylor felt so warmed by your gesture, seeking her approval for a decision you easily could’ve made on your own and in doing so only further defining the time you were spending together as a date.

It wouldn’t be for long, could it, if he was just waiting for his family? And what could possibly happen if you already seemed so interested in spending time with her?

So Taylor finally said, “That’s totally fine with me.”

Aside from the discomfort of having Elliot walking alongside you while she followed along the other side, things seemed to be going alright; there weren’t any disputes between Taylor and Elliot, and you still kept trying to make sure that she was comfortable with him tagging along.

It was only because of how you pulled her to the side at one point when Elliot was on the phone and quietly asked her if she was really okay with him tagging along that Taylor was able to subdue the bitterness she felt towards him.

Hearing you apologise for his intrusion and seeing how much you had in common with him — talking to him about old college friends and some interests you shared with him that Taylor didn’t share with you — encouraged her to bear his presence.

As the long minutes passed, Taylor began to feel increasingly different from you.

Initially, she’d believed that she and you were closer than you were with Elliot by a long shot, and yet there were references to jokes and memories that Taylor didn’t know about and discussions of shared interests that she couldn’t even begin to pretend she knew anything about.

For a few moments she felt as if she was only someone passing the two of you, no different from all the other people walking by who’d happen to brush your shoulder and who’d come with their own families and friends, people you’d never even met nor spared even a passing glance to — strangers.

You always made sure to include her in your conversations, always brushing the back of your hand against hers to get her attention so you could meet her eyes and silently check in on her to make sure she felt alright, so it wasn’t that you treated her like a stranger in any respect.

In fact, you were attentive to her and so considerate, and that only made Taylor want to try harder in earning your favour. So she decided she’d try her hand at befriending Elliot, to bridge that distance she felt laid between the two of you and win a better chance at becoming your girlfriend.

You excused yourself to quickly dash out of the museum and pay for an extra hour of parking that you initially didn’t think you needed but ended up having to go out and get lest you leave the date with Taylor with a parking ticket under your windshield wiper.

So Taylor thought it was the perfect time to try and get closer with Elliot, who she was left with beside the museum’s food court.

Feigning a sudden realisation to ease into a natural conversation, Taylor said, “I think Ingrid told me that you met Y/N in college. How long were you in Miami for?”

“Miami?” he asked with a slightly humoured expression then looked over at her.

Taylor uncrossed her arms and replied, “Y/N went there for college, didn’t she?”

“Oh,” Elliot said and chuckled a little. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in Miami, chérie. We met in Paris; she studied there for a year.”

Taylor didn’t know you’d ever been to Paris. It wasn’t a major detail of your life, but a bout of uncertainty settled within her anyway.

In the midst of the blanket of self-doubt that started to come over her, heavy and downcast, Elliot spoke. “I hope you don’t take offence to this, but I never expected Y/N to take up company with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Taylor repeated, evidently feeling a bit insulted as she looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“I only mean that I would’ve never predicted for Y/N to take a social media influencer such as yourself on a date,” he replied. His words were condescending and belittling of Taylor’s occupation, but she found herself wanting to know more about what he was saying. “The type of partner I always imagined she was interested in was… understated, in a way. And you have a lot of presence. That is all that I mean.”

Perhaps she should’ve brushed him off and made peace with not befriending him, but all Taylor could run through her mind was how much she’d been enjoying her date with you, and how all she wanted to do was have you like her.

So she asked, “What do you mean by understated?”

“The partners she had in college were the kinds of people you wouldn’t realise were attending a party until someone brought their name up by chance,” Elliot tried to explain. His accent made his recollection sound allegorical. “And yet, you are someone who everyone knows of, or if not you’d be easy to spot in a very crowded room, easy to get to know through word of mouth.”

Taylor bristled. How could he possibly know anything about her, having only had a handful of conversations with her and hearing more about her through others rather than from herself?

“I am only saying that I am surprised you get along so well,” he concluded.

It was clear that he thought little of her, and that he was being outwardly friendly with her as one would treat someone they pitied. He regarded Taylor from a position of superiority, seeing her as nothing but something to brush off with his twisted version of kindness whose bitter arrogance was guised as goodwill.

But in spite of all that, Taylor couldn’t help but think that perhaps he was right, in a way. She started thinking about all the things she had yet to know about you, and here she was envisioning being your girlfriend.

She’d spent all day trying to convince you that she wasn’t what she seemed like at first glance, but Taylor considered that she was exactly what she seemed — vain, uneducated, and shallow.

And… you didn’t deserve someone like that.

“I’m back, sorry!” you huffed when you jogged back over to Taylor and Elliot. “Okay, I paid for another hour so there’s no rush.”

Taylor avoided meeting your eyes and she looked over to the side while Elliot told you that his family would be about half an hour, so he’d leave before your parking spot expired.

The three of you walked forward, picking up from where you’d left off when you had to quickly run out to the car.

You stepped back and let Elliot carry on before you circled your fingers around Taylor’s wrist carefully and kept her back with you.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked in a hushed tone, and it felt like it was just the two of you again.

“I’m feeling okay,” Taylor reassured with a smile that didn’t look convincing. She looked up from the floor when you didn’t respond right away.

She saw the way you regarded her with suspicion and she insisted, “I’m okay. I’m just a bit tired from all the walking.”

Your hand raised and the back of your index finger ran down against the slope of Taylor’s jaw. It was so gentle and, oh, you looked at her with so much kindness in your soft eyes.

For a moment Taylor considered letting the overwhelming feelings from the day catch up to her so she could cry and have you comfort her.

“I’m gonna get rid of Elliot, okay?” you told her. “And we can just be on our own like we planned. Is that alright?”

Taylor let the warmth in her chest settle before she nodded happily. Then you wrapped your hand around hers and squeezed it before leaving her and catching back up to Elliot ahead.

She watched as you exchanged a few words with him. He seemed shocked and even perplexed at being left, and that almost brought a sense of joy in Taylor.

The bastard.

You came back and took her hand, interlacing your fingers and leading her away. She stepped close to you so your arms brushed against each other every time either of you swung them in the slightest.

“I’m glad we left,” you breathed out when you got down to the floor below together. “I’m sorry that he stuck around for that long. I had no idea how to get rid of him.”

“I thought you liked him,” said Taylor, surprised.

You shrugged and looked over your shoulder a little to make sure he wasn’t still around. “I’ve known him for a while,” you told her. “We’re friendly, but not friends.”

You stopped walking and looked at Taylor, running your thumb against the back of her fingers. “Besides, I wanted to be alone with you today. It was supposed to be a day for just us.”

Taylor all but melted at your words, then felt a heavy pang of guilt spread through her stomach. She looked away.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, following her eyes as she looked over at a group of people coming off the elevator.

The concern you’d shown for her countless times today made Taylor feel like the worst person ever. She didn’t deserve your consideration.

She took a breath before finally saying, “We’re so different.”

“So? I like that. You’re so outgoing and open and nice. I’m not as out there as you are, but there’s also a reason why everyone knows you. You’re… sort of magnetic,” you confessed, feeling a little bashful and awkwardly scratching at your cheek.

“Plus, we’re not that different,” you told her with a smile. “I like you exactly as you are. I like you even more because of how you pretended to love museums and miraculously came to the date with all this knowledge about the most niche things ever.”

Taylor’s lips parted and she looked surprised. “You knew that I just… searched it up?” she asked.

When you looked at her with a lighthearted smile, she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment and she redirected her gaze away from you. But you cupped her cheek and made her meet your eyes.

“But I like that about you, you know? I don’t know if you know, but you’re really just as nerdy as I am. What kind of person does all that for a first date?” you said with a laugh, and Taylor looked into your eyes to find you staring at her with so much admiration and warmth.

“So… You actually like me?” Taylor asked, perking up.

You giggled a little — you couldn’t help it looking at her perk up like an excited puppy — and she hit your arm before looking away. “S-Stop… I’m being serious.”

With your warm hand still on her cheek, you made her look at you again before saying, “Taylor, I really like you. I think you’re so smart and really cute. I love how creative and outgoing you are, and I’ve really been liking spending time with you. But we’re always with other people, and I think it’d be better if we had time to ourselves. Don’t you agree?”

Taylor felt so much more hopeful now and she nodded excitedly. She couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten going on a date with you.

“Have you ever been to the zoo here?” you suddenly asked.

She smiled. “No.”

“Me neither,” you replied. “Do you wanna go?”

She nodded and stepped towards you. She raised her hand to yours that was cupping your cheek and wrapped her fingers around your wrist gently. “Yes, please,” she answered.

The two of you left the museum together after taking her hand with yours again.

When you stepped down from the museum steps, you stopped for a moment and Taylor felt the tug of your hand. She turned around and you pulled her against you.

You rounded your fingers to the back of her head, pulling her close and kissing her. You really did feel like doing it; maybe it was feeling how soft her hand was or watching how pretty her hair looked when she walked ahead of you or seeing the smile on her face.

Her lips were so soft. She tasted like mint and grapefruit.

You pulled away and Taylor was blushing, eyes locked on yours and taking in how you looked at her. She eventually looked away from you when the wind blew a bit of her hair in her eyes and tore her away from her enamoured stupor.

“Is that how you kiss all your friends…?” she asked with the intention of teasing though you knew her words had more meaning.

After a moment of admiring how adorable she looked, slightly pouty and jealous, you softly ran the pad of your thumb against her cheek and whispered, “No. Just you.”

Taylor looked back over at you and smiled. She got to hold your hand and got a kiss; she was the luckiest girl in the whole world. She couldn’t help the way she started laughing. She was just so happy.

#taylor sloane #taylor sloane fanfiction #taylor sloane x reader #ingrid goes west #ingrid goes west fanfiction #elizabeth olsen

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thegayestmferintown · 18 days

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For @nisobird!

Almost made it a bit angsty at the dinner part, because there's food and this fic is about Azul

Also got a bit excited with this one 💀

Warnings ;; None, just some run-on sentences? If that's even a warning 💀

Relationship ;; Romantic (Azul), Platonic (Mama Ashengrotto)

Type ;; One-Shot

Azul Ashengrotto ;; Octavinelle Housewarden ;; Second Year

You watched the fish and merfolk swim past the two of you as Azul held your hand and led you to his mother's house. He was in his human form, given that he was terrified you wouldn't like him if you knew what he actually looked like.

As the two of you made your way there, he explained to you what a lot of the things were. Places he would go to relax, places he would go when things were rough with other kids, places he would go to study grimoires, et cetera. He stepped up to his mother's door, hesitating before knocking.

The door swung open before Mama Ashengrotto wrapped all eight of her tentacles, and both of her human arms, around her son. Azul, not entirely shocked by his mother's antics, hugged her back, letting go of your hand in the process. She soon pulled her tentacles away, her hands resting on Azul's shoulders.

"My baby!" She smiled, so happy to see Azul again. She turned her head and happened to notice you, "Oo! My love, who might this be?" She cooed, giving you a firm look-at as she swam around you. You gave a soft laugh and introduced yourself, before Azul chimed in, adding a "My partner" once you were finished.

Mama Ashengrotto froze in place, her smile growing even wider, if that were possible. She immediately swept you into her arms. "Oh, oh, oh! I'm so excited to have a daughter-in-law!" She soon set you down, "I've always wanted a daughter!" You looked over at Azul to see his face absolute beet-red.

You gave a soft giggle as Azul hesitantly spoke up, "Mama.. this isn't my fianc(é/ée. Just my partner." Mama Ashengrotto froze once again for just a moment. "Yes, and.. the difference is?" You let out another soft laugh at her response.

"Well, whatever. Now, come on! I must show you around!" She said, her smile never fading as she took your hand and swam into the house, Azul following close behind with his blush-ridden face.

She showed you around the house, stopping at every door to explain what was behind each and every door. Eventually, she led you to the kitchen and dining room.

"you'll be able to stay for dinner, won't you?" She asked the two of you enthusiastically. Azul looked over to you before you gave a chuckle and nodded. "Well, we don't have any plans." You responded.

"Oh, wonderful!" Her smile grew even wider. "Dinner should be done in just a few minutes. Please, sit!" You and Azul did as she asked, before Azul looked over at you and whispered a light apology at his mother's enthusiasm.

You shook your head and told him it was alright before his mother came back with the food. She handed both Azul and you a plate, before allowing you both to eat.

You ate the food happily as she asked how it was, you nodded happily and told her it was fantastic. "I'm so glad you like it!" Mama Ashengrotto told you, before eating her own food.

Mama Ashengrotto showed you some of the games they had in the Coral Sea, playing them with both you and her son. Hours later, she bid the two of you off, seeing as it was getting late.

On the way back, you smiled, entangling your fingers with Azul's. "You know, your mom is.. really sweet." You laughed, causing Azul to give a laugh in response. "Yeah, she's just happy to see me happy. She's always been that way, especially after dad left." Azul paused, "but despite her... overwhelming enthusiasm, she's a great mom, and a wonderful cook." You gave another laugh, "well, I would hope so, if she owns a restaurant."

Azul shook his head with a smile, "Yeah, you've got a point." He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #romantic x reader #asks #twistedwonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #mama ashengrotto #nisobird #had fun with this one

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 15 days

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Dress Up: Part 3 - Second Preview

Thank you all for yelling at me last night! I got some more story for ya! I want to finish this chapter within the next few days, but I hope you enjoy this :)

Italic lines - 2nd Lucifer is speaking

Bold and Italic lines - Both Lucifers are speaking

Warnings: Oral (f receiving) but not a lot because I gotta leave you wanting more hehe~

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

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over again, chapter 1

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Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: you fell in love with Joel Miller in Austin, Texas, in 2001, but you thought you lost him and your whole family in 2003 when the world turned upside down. now it's 2024, and you find the surprise of your life waiting for you in Jackson, Wyoming. or, five times you and Joel fell deeper in love, on both sides of the apocalypse (and one time you did something about it) 18+ minors DNI chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, light angst, cursing, no use of y/n, no description of reader (see note below), smallish age difference (reader is 26, Joel is 32/almost 33 when they meet in 2000) (small for this fandom, anyway) (the smut comes later, y'all, we're just getting started here) a/n: Well, here we go! This is part 1. This fic is completely finished. It’s a 5+1 and for some of the 5 parts I’ll post them together (on Sundays) and for some I’ll post them separately (on Sundays and Wednesdays) just due to length. Obviously I'm posting this one early (lol). I’ll tell you whatever the schedule is for the different parts. I've paid a lot of attention to the reader's description in this fic. I've avoided skin color, hair type, body shape/size descriptions, and even clothing (except for one or two spots where you are specifically wearing jeans and boots). You are vaguely shorter than Joel. He does not run his fingers through your hair, and you feel the blood rush to your face or your face heat, but you don't turn red or pink. Please tell me if you notice anything I missed - I want this to be as inclusive as possible. word count: 1724 (for this part) series main post & chapter list | series playlist (w/ plot-related mix) ao3 | chapter 2

Chapter 1: Meet Cute

Jackson, Early Winter, 2023

You’ve been heading northwest from somewhere in Kansas, thinking you’ve never bothered going out this way, even Before, so why not? It’s been months since you saw another person. You’re not even sure the last time you spoke out loud.

You blame the lengthy isolation for how easily they get the jump on you.

It's just after dawn when you're rudely awakened - at first, you’re not sure why, but a second kick to your hip sends you scrambling to sit up in your sleeping bag, which is tangled around your legs. Looking around as you struggle, you realize you’re surrounded by people on foot and on horseback. Every single one of them is pointing a gun at you. You glance to the side and realize your backpack along with anything possibly useful inside of it has been kicked away from you. The woman who kicked you has a steely look in her eye that reminds you, in your half awake state, of the last boss you had Before.

“State your business.” As she speaks you notice the two men closest to her start to fan out a bit, but you don’t dare look away from her.

“I’m just passing through, I’ve been looking for a good place to spend the winter.”

Or, that’s what you would have said, if not for the voice from your past shouting your name in shock just as you open your mouth. “No goddamn way, is that really you?”

You think you must be hallucinating, because everyone you knew Before is dead, but then Tommy fucking Miller pushes his way in front of the woman who spoke. For a moment you can’t do more than stare at each other — him with his gun hanging limply in his right hand, you with your legs still tangled in your godforsaken sleeping bag. Then you launch into motion and start to kick it away as you find your voice. It comes out shaky. Or maybe you’re shaking all over.

“Tommy? But — you’re alive? Where the hell have you been? Wait, are Joel and—“

Tommy cuts you off as he pulls you to your feet and into a tight hug. “Holy shit, we thought you were dead. Holy fucking shit.”

“We? Tommy wait, are they—“

Tommy pulls back, keeping hold of your shoulders as he looks you in the eye. He’s grinning, his eyes wandering all over your face. “He’s alive, sunshine. Or he was when he came through here about a month ago. We’re expecting them back in the spring.”

You can feel your heart racing and your whole body feels hot and tingly. You’re overwhelmed. You didn’t think you could still feel hope like this. It’s terrifying, but you have to know. “He’s- Them? They’re both alive? Sarah?”

You know the answer before he even says anything. Tommy’s face falls, his eyes drop from yours, and you feel it like a sucker punch, as bad as it was the first time around. Your knees give out even though this is what you’ve known, or tried to convince yourself must be true, for 20 years. Tommy falls gently with you to the ground.

Your baby girl. “Oh god, Sarah. And Joel, he must have been—“

“Yeah, sunshine. He thought he lost you both. It wasn’t… well. It wasn’t good.”

You’re starting to feel numb. You have no idea what your face is doing right now, but judging by Tommy’s, it isn’t pretty. 10 minutes ago you were alone in the apocalypse, and suddenly you’re face-to-face with your almost-brother-in-law and you know, without a doubt, that your fiancé hasn’t been dead this whole time. Is this shock? It’s been 20 years since you felt a shock like this. Since you felt anything like this.

“Tommy, I… I need to sit down.”

“Well, you are sitting down, sunshine. But get up, gather your stuff. You can come to town with us. Stay as long as you’d like.” You nod, unsteady, and Tommy guides you carefully towards what must be his horse.

The day passes in a daze. You think you might actually be hallucinating, or still back in your sleeping bag, dreaming, because a whole, functional town? A commune, and a house they’re just going to let you have as your own? A real community? With your only remaining family, miraculously alive? It’s impossible. You float through the rest of the day and find yourself sitting on a bed in a house with indoor plumbing that somehow belongs to you, having just eaten real food in the company of the family you thought you lost 20 years ago.

You give up and go to sleep. (What else are you going to do?)

...

As you settle into life in Jackson, the knowledge that you might see Joel — your Joel, any day now — never leaves your thoughts. It’s like a drum beat at the back of your mind that only repeats his name, marking time every hour of every day. You don’t know how you’ll prepare yourself for it. How could you? You haven’t seen him in 20 years. Anything could be different. You can so easily picture him with a daughter, but it’s Sarah in your mind, not Ellie, who Tommy has told you a bit about. Every time you open those old wounds that you’ve done your best to bury it hurts like the first time. Would he still want you? Still know you? Do you still know him? Would Ellie like you? You can’t imagine not knowing Joel, or Joel not knowing you, but it’s been 20 years and people change. You’ve changed, after all. Some days you barely recognize yourself.

You express these fears to Tommy once, but he only laughs and says his brother may be stupid but he’s not stupid enough not to want you. It’s reassuring and rude, so, exactly like Tommy. At least some things never change.

The day Joel Miller walks back into Jackson you happen to be standing on the road near the gates, talking to Tommy, and you swear he spots you in less than 5 seconds. It’s like you can’t help but look to each other first, even when you don’t know the other is alive, even when you haven’t seen each other in 20 years. You’d know the shape of him anywhere and your eyes have never stopped looking for it, never stopped catching on a set of shoulders, a cocked hip, a tilted head, only to be disappointed when it faded like a mirage. When the person in front of you didn’t fit the hole he left behind. It hurt every time. Maybe it’s been the same for him.

Joel looks like he’s seen a ghost, and you have no idea what expression is on your face, but the moment you lock eyes all you see is the moment you first met, almost 24 years ago, like a film negative laid on top of what’s really in front of you. He’s older, of course, but so are you, and he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

He steps towards you and whispers your name like a prayer.

Joel fucking Miller.

Austin, Summer 2000

It was a Saturday morning in late summer, so not yet the hottest part of the day, but not comfortable, either. Your belongings were steadily moving from the truck to your new rental house under your somewhat careful supervision when movement from the house next door caught your eye. You looked up just as one of the guys from the moving company almost dropped your nightstand off the back of the truck, distracting you from the sight of a young girl, maybe about 10, rocketing out of the house next door and down her front steps. She was wearing a bright green soccer uniform.

By the time your nightstand had been righted and you looked back towards your neighbors’ house, she’d made her way to the bushes between your driveways, standing on her tiptoes and taking in all of the commotion. She met your eye and grinned. You grinned back as she called, “Hi, new neighbor!”

You walked over, stopping on the other side of the bush to introduce yourself. “Hi there, neighbor.”

It didn’t seem possible, but she grinned even wider. “I’m Sarah, that’s my dad.”

You looked up, realizing there was a man coming down their steps towards the two of you — the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. He was tall, with broad shoulders and the look of a man who spent a lot of time in the sun, tan lines peeking out of his shirt sleeves. His brown curls were a bit messy and his shoulders and strong arms drew your eye like a magnet. You caught yourself giving him a quick once over and felt your face start to warm, embarrassed, but when you met his eyes again you caught him doing the same to you. You realized you were both caught and you smiled, introducing yourself.

“Nice to meet you, darlin’. Joel Miller, and I think you’ve met Sarah.” You felt your face turn hot at the endearment but you knew he probably didn’t mean anything by it. Southern hospitality and all. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You’d opened your mouth to respond when you were rudely interrupted by a crashing noise from the moving truck behind you, and you whirled around to see a box on its side on the ground that definitely should not have been. You glanced back at your neighbors as you excused yourself. “It’s great to meet you! Sorry, I need to see what that was.”

They shooed you along before you could even finish your sentence, reassuring you that they understood. “Let me know if anything broke, darlin,’ I’m pretty handy, could probably fix it. It’d be my pleasure.” He smiled at you a bit, just on one side, edging towards a smirk, and you did your best not to stare at his mouth. “Deal,” you agreed, grinning. Both you and Joel seemed unable to draw your eyes away from each other. You were stuck, pinned in place under his gaze until Sarah tugged on his arm and dragged him towards their truck. “Dad, we’re gonna be late!”

The view from the back was just as nice as the front.

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a/n: ch 2 is up!

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The Lost Sister - Part 4

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time. Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: We all know I couldn't not throw some Imogen tension in there. I do apologise if the fighting stuff isn’t good, I found it hard to convey what I wanted but I think I got there in the end. I also went on a binge write yesterday and have a few parts written up. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list at all. The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

I squint into the early morning sun with the rest of the quadrant, listening to the names of the seventy one people who did not make it across the parapet yesterday. Violet and Rhiannon who are next to me as they read out the name ‘Dylan’. He must have been someone they had met before crossing the parapet.

Today we are all dressed in riders black, with a single silver star and fourth wing patch signalling my year and wing. As I look around, us first years did not waste any time in altering our uniforms to suit us. I don’t think I see a single stock uniform in the crowd.

As the sun shifts in the sky I am able to see properly. I feel a familiar feeling and look up to see Garrick staring at me from his place atop the stairs of the rotunda next to Xaden. Despite what they said last night, I had not seen either of them again that night. Clearly whatever they spoke about took longer than they thought. When our eyes meet he smiles at me but it quickly disappears as I feel a different feeling wash over me. I turn my head to see Imogen glaring at me. A second year in my squad. I had met her a few times during the rebellion, but I never knew her well.

“Why does it look like she wants to kill you already?” Violet whispers to me as she looks between Imogen and I.

Imgoen glances over at Violet before turning her head back to the front of the Rotunda as they finish reading out the death roll for the day.

”I wish I knew.” I whisper back as Dain starts telling us to head to our class and something about remembering our schedule.

She nods her head before leading the way to our first class of the day which is somewhere on the fourth floor of the academic wing. I really should have taken better note of my schedule.

By the time we get to the gym after lunch, I feel like my brain is about to explode with the amount of information I’ve taken in today. But I am thankful for the training Melgren had given me over the years. Most of it was in the books I had already read. I just had to apply it in a different scenario. His training really had prepared me for the riders quadrant. Almost as if he was setting me up for success. As we walk into the gym, most of the second and third years are already here and waiting for us. I immediately meet Garrick and Xadens eyes across the room, as if they were waiting for me to walk in. I follow my squad and stand around one of the mats as Professor Emetterio walks onto the mat. As he turns to face the crowd his eyes meet me and widen, almost as if he was shocked to see me here despite having been a part of some of my training with Melgren. Obviously Melgren had not mentioned his intentions with my training or who I really was. His eyes wander to the mark on my neck and now exposed arm with a questioning look. This doesnt go unnoticed by Garrick or Xaden either who look concerned at the brief interaction between us.

As each match ends, Emetterio calls up the next pair. Randomly selecting people from different years and wings. The only ones we are truly safe from are our own squad mates. Squad mates are not allowed to kill each other. A sickening crack rings around the room as Jack Barlowe snaps the next of a first year whose name I have not yet learnt. The only reason I know Jack’s is due to Violet and Battle Brief earlier today. A class where I had felt Garrick’s eyes constantly on me, but had refused to meet. Emetterio points a finger at Imogen, and my heart drops thinking I will be picked next. Her eyes had also been on me all day, and not in a good way. This girl had it out for me. Lucky for me but unlucky for Violet, I am not picked. But Violet is no match for her. Not even a minute later Imogen has broken her arm. Dain is at her side and taking her to the Healers Quadrant before I can even move.

I look up to see Emetterio pointing to me and his other finger at Xaden. “Lets see what you Riorson siblings can do.”

The gym goes quiet at his words. For the second time since I’ve arrived here Garrick goes to start forward and is stopped by Xaden’s arm. He immediately whips his head towards Xaden with a glare. A glare Xaden returns without skipping a beat. I can tell the words he gives to Garrick are stern. Garrick just nods his head and steps back. Xaden and I take our spots on opposite sides of the mat, the whole gym going quiet in anticipation.

I don’t need to look around to know all eyes are on us. The Riorson siblings. The commanding wing leader, and the one thought to be dead. Behind Xaden, Garrick’s eyes are on me but I don’t raise my gaze from Xaden’s. I do notice Imogen make her way around the edge to stand next to him.

Xaden and I start to circle each other. I know Xaden’s fighting style. I watched him train with our father, as well as Garrick and Bodhi. But he has no idea how I fight. To his knowledge I had no combat training other than run and hide. All he knows is I’m quick with some daggers after last night. Xaden makes the first move, rushing forward to make a grab for me, but I duck and roll to side while landing a kick to the back of his knee causing him to stumble before he turns back to me. This time I’m the first to move. He goes to block my attack but I duck to side again and land a punch to his ribs. I use the small window I have to place another stronger kick to his knee knocking him to the ground in a kneeling stance. As he goes to the ground I bring up my other foot and place a kick to the side of his head. I should probably go easier on my brother, but he’s underestimated me and I want, no need to prove what I have learnt. I can’t let him, Bodhi and Garrick treat me like the little girl they once knew.

Xaden is now kneeling with his hands on the mat trying to right himself. I raise my leg again to push him down by his back but he swings an arm out knocking my legs out from me. Sending me down down to the mat, my back hitting it with a loud smack. He goes to make a move I’ve seen him do many times in the past. As he leans down to put me into a hold I hook my legs around his neck and flip him so he’s face down on the mat. I twist and put pressure on his neck. He might be stronger than me, but the way I have twisted makes it hard for him to breathe if he moves too much. But he still his best to get out of the hold. I shift my stance as best I can to make an arch in his back, making him look towards to roof. 30 seconds later he taps the mat. He yields.

As soon as I release him from the hold the gym comes back to life with chatter and fights starting up. It appears the whole gym stopped to watch our match. As Xaden stands he holds his hand out to help me up which I happily take.

”You’re definitely not the little sister I use to know.” He says with a smile as he looks down at me. “I might even need to thank Melgren for the training he gave you.”

”That guy does not need his ego inflated more than it is. Please don’t.” Causing Xaden to laugh.

Foot steps to my left pull me from the moment with Xaden and we both look to see Emetterio looking at us.

”Definitely not how I expected that to go. I expect good things out of you Ophelia.” He says before walking off to observe the other matches.

As the next pairing for our mat makes their way over Xaden and I make our way off the mat towards Garrick and Imogen, and Bodhi who must have made his way over during our match. Bodhi and Garrick are beaming at me. Obviously happy I had just kicked Xaden’s butt on the mat. Imgoen on the other hand looks even more pissed than she has all day at me. As we get to them she huffs and storms off back to our squad.

”What’s her problem?” I ask the boys as I watch her pink hair disappear into the crowd.

The boys all share a knowing look which has me raising an eyebrow at them. Clearly all in on something I’m not.

”Probably just feels threatened by you. You’ve clearly shown you’re a fighter to contend with. She’s always boasted about being one of the better female fighters here.” Bodhi states.

”Right.” I am not even remotely convinced by his words. The glares she’s been sending me all day suggest other wise.

I turn to face the mats and watch the other matches, Garrick moving to stand next to me. Almost as if pulled to my by gravity. He’s presence is comforting and I look up and see him smiling down at me.

”Not gonna lie, was kinda hot watching you take you’re brother down like that.” He says to me as he winks at me making my heart skip a beat as he stares intently into my eyes.

”You did not just call my sister hot!” Xaden nearly shouts from the other side of me at Garrick, causing Garrick and Bodhi to burst into fits of laughter as I turn bright red.

I feel the all too familiar set of eyes on me and look over to see Imogen glaring at me. As Garrick places his hand on my shoulder as he responds to Xaden, it almost looks as if she starts shaking with anger. Something tells me in the next few weeks her and I are going to end up on that mat together. And it won’t be pretty.

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starsomens · 7 months

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okay we talk about jealous Noah a lot, but jealous wife. Like some girl at the bar is just non stop hitting on him, he’s pointed out his ring a couple times. Trying to be polite and it just isn’t sinking in. The way I would climb that man to prove a point about not touching what doesn’t belong to you

A/N: OH MY GOD AAANNOOONNNNN YWS

Warnings: language.

Cheers and drinks we’re going all around after another successful tour. You had tagged along this time around and it was amazing! But now all you wanted to do was go home with your husband and get some well deserved rest

“Y/N I think you should come on every tour with us, you gave us some really good luck” jolly pointed out

“As fun as that sounds I rlly miss my bed. You know one that isn’t constantly moving” you smile

“Our bed” Noah chimes in wrapping his arm around you

“Hehehe yes our bed baby” you peck his lips. You hear the guys whine like a bunch of little kids telling you both to get a room.

“Oh shut up” you fire back with a smile knowing neither of you would stop soon “if it wasn’t for me kissing your singer here, he wouldn’t have such great shows” you bragged

Which in some ways were true, getting kisses before, between and after the shows honestly gave Noah a lot of energy. Speaking of energy you for some reason felt eyes on you? Looking around you see some girl on the opposite end of the bar. She was looking at Noah but would glare at you from time to time.

Well that’s weird, you thought to yourself. You were never the jealous or worried type knowing Noah like the back of your hand. But the staring made you a hit uncomfortable . Feeling the need to use the bathroom and gather yourself.

“Ima go to the bathroom real quick guys I’ll be back” you said getting out of the booth

“Need me to walk you princess?” Noah offered but you shook your head

“I got it, stay here and enjoy”

“Oh Y/N, we’ll be moving to the pool table in case we aren’t here when you get back” Folio filled you in. You gave him a thumbs up and walked into the rest room. You take the empty stall and as sit to take care of business the other two stall empty. As they wash their hands you couldn’t help but hear the conversation

“Oh my god that guy with all the tattoos is so hot”

“The really tall one right?!” The other asked “Their show was really good tonight too”

“Mhm! I’ve been looking at him all night, but their like assistant or whatever keeps getting in the way” he groaned

“Oh well, I’m gonna go and get his number” the first one spoke as she dried her hands. Your eyebrows furrowed as you figured out she was talking about Noah. Didn’t she know he was married ?? You though to yourself, Ugh, great...you've dealt with some head over heels fans but never to this extent. Were they even fans or did they just find him hot?? Maybe you were over thinking it, Noah wouldn't let that slide....he wouldn't....right? oh shit that was the door!

You finish up in the bathroom and open the door quickly. You round the bend. Your booth was empty aside from Jolly and Matt, which meant the rest were at the pool table. You spin around and follow the sound of pool balls striking each other and laughter. You see your very tall husband take his shot and come up to stand straight, he jumps a bit surprised by the girl standing there, seeming to have appeared out of thin air.

Her smile was big, almost looked too forced, she had even adjusted her shirt to show off more cleavage. Noah had given her a nod and stood next to her while her friend snapped a picture.

okay, maybe they just wanted a picture and you were overthinning it. Now that would be the case if she just left afterwards but next thing you know she turns to him and continues with her exaggerated smile. Your heart was racing and you could feel yourself becoming uncomfortable. He continues with the game seeming very uninterested with what she was saying. She leans on the pool table flutters her eyes and you roll yours.

She then makes a move to touch his arm and come closer to her and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. You felt something in your throat as if you wanted to throw up, cry and scream. Why was she touching him??

Noah pulls back and raises his hand between him and the girl. He points to the silver hoop around his finger, clearly stating

"I'm married"

You start walking before your head could think, as you get closer you can hear her whining like a teenager

"She doesn't have to know" she crosses her arms "besides I don't see her around, come on." you felt your blood boil, you wanted to punch her and yank at her hair

"Well I don't care, I have my wife I wouldn't hook up with you even if I wasn't married to her," he shrugged her shoulder, he was already fed up at this point

"What's one night going to do?" she attempts to reach for his arm again but before she could you slide under his arm and cling to his side.

"Babe, who is this?" you ask looking up at your husband making sure to rest your hand on his chest to showcase your ring.

"Oh just a fan," he answers coming down to kiss your head but you move to capture his lips instead. His hands wrap around you to grab at your ass as he kissed you. Your eye opens to look the girl up and down and smirk into the kiss. You hear her huff and practically stomp away.

"Even at the bar you two? At least wait until we leave" Nick groans as he stood there waiting for Noah to finish with you.

"Sorry guys," you smile at nick, still stay close to Noah, he then bends down slightly to ask

"Are you perhaps" he leans in closer "Jealous princess?" He asked

"What?! No I'm Not!" you defend "I saw you needed help so I stepped in as your wife" he pointed out. Which was actually true but...were you? You were married, he loved you and you him, and you saw how he clearly told her she was married. But looking at him you knew he could have anyone he wanted easily ....you felt a pang in your heart knowing that it was true, maybe you were jealous. Jealous of her speaking with him, touching him, and just pushing for him to go with her.....

Noah saw how you were deep in thought and held your chin in his hand gently and kissed your forehead

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Part 3A Fluffy

Part 3B Smutty

Eddie couldn't believe his life right now. Steve. His Steve. Could he say his Steve? Part of him felt like he could. But mostly that he could not. Because he only got this far thanks to Kas.

"You're welcome."

"I didn't say thank you."

"You're welcome anyway. Thanks to me, we can call Steve ours."

Eddie covered his face in his hands. "No, no we can't."

Kas frowned but didn't argue. He already knew Eddie's mind. Knew why he was still hesitating. Even when they could still taste Steve on their lips. Speaking of...

"Hey, what's cookin' good lookin'."

"Uh, cereal and milk", Dustin replied from next to Steve. He even shook the box. "Plenty more if you're hungry."

"I can't believe he's really alive", El said, setting eyes on him for the first time ever. She had heard what happened, the whole story.

"You can feel it too, right?", Will asked.

Her eyes narrowed as she took Kas in. "I do. There's a connection."

"So could you break it?", Mike asked. "Because if he's like how Will was a few years ago, then Vecna can see everything."

"Which means the flayer can too", Dustin added.

"Have you contacted them at all?", Robin asked, her gaze suspicious.

"As per our agreement, I have not." Kas slid into the seat next to Steve at the table. "Wouldn't wanna spoil our deal."

"I don't know what breaking the connection would do", El finally spoke up again. "You said Henry brought you back. That he put you together."

Lucas immediately put it together. "If Vecna is the glue then when he's gone-"

"You won't be", Steve finished, eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it darlin'." Kas curled some of Steve's hair around his finger.

"Don't tell me not to worry about something this serious. I just-we just got you back."

Robin cleared her throat and Steve remembered there were other people in the room.

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"Are we gonna talk about you and Kas?", Lucas asked.

"There's really not much to say", Steve replied.

"Except how he's being super nice to you. Nicer than Eddie ever was", Dustin pointed out.

The three of them were doing some much needed grocery shopping. Jonathan, Robin, and Argyle were keeping watch over Kas at the moment.

"He's...different, for sure." Steve pushed ahead with the cart, trying to keep the kids from seeing his face. He couldn't just say 'oh yeah, we have the hots for each other but are trying to keep it under wraps because we've already got other things to worry about'.

Dustin and Lucas shared a look. While Steve was gathering essentials, they made the excuse of going to get snacks to get away from him.

"I think we need to consider the possibility of Kas trying to trick Steve", Dustin said.

"I mean it only makes sense. He's basically flirting with him all the time. I bet he's trying to weaken us one by one. And he's starting with Steve cause he thinks he's an easy target."

"I mean he is. He knows Eddie the least. And let's be honest, not a lot goin' on up here", Dustin tapped his temple.

"But we're not gonna be fooled", Lucas said.

They returned to the house, two of them on a mission but already caught off guard when Kas jumped up at Steve, book in hand.

"You like this book!?"

"The Phantom Tollbooth? Yeah. I like the word play."

"Stevie you are a man after my unbeating heart."

"Never thought a vampire from the Upside Down would be into reading", Lucas said.

Steve made a face. "That was more Eddie than Kas."

"That was what?"

"How can you tell?", Robin asked.

Steve shrugged. "I mean they're both still the same person it's just.... it's hard to explain. But sometimes they switch."

"We're reading this tonight", Eddie said, holding the novel to his chest.

"And only reading", Robin warned him.

Eddie followed behind Steve to help put the groceries away. But it only took one pun about canned corn and Steve was being pressed against the fridge. Eddie had made the joke and had even pushed Steve toward the appliance but he could tell he was being kissed by Kas right now.

It wasn't hard to understand why. Doing something like this with people just on the other side of the wall was quite daring, even for Eddie. He could also tell because Kas bit him more. He nibbled at his lips and his neck and while he didn't complain about the restricted diet, Steve wondered if he seriously needed blood and guts to survive.

"Bite me", he whispered.

"What?", they heard Argyle's confused voice and quickly jumped away from each other.

Thinking quick, Steve rolled up his sleeves and presented his arm just in time for the rest of them to pile into the kitchen.

"I think he needs actual blood", Steve said.

He could tell he wasn't fooling Robin or Jon. Maybe not even Argyle. Not with how flushed he looked. But Dustin and Lucas seemed to fall for it. If only because the thought of the two of them making out was so far out of left field. Kas sniffed at Steve's wrist before grabbing it in both hands and bringing it to his lips.

"This still counts as watching what he eats", Steve reasoned as Kas bit in. "As long as he's not eating people, it should be okay." He thought he did a very good job not buckling under the unexpected pleasure of Kas sucking on his wrist.

"I kinda feel like we shouldn't be watchin' this, dude", Argyle commented.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Dustin took note of this moment. They were determined to catch Kas slipping and save Eddie.

But as days passed and they waited for proof, they came up with nothing. Even when they enlisted the help of Will and Mike.

"What the fuck is this?", Mike demanded to know when he barged into Steve's house.

Steve had been sitting on the couch, watching tv, totally normal. What wasn't normal was Kas sitting on the floor at his feet, getting his hair pet like a dog.

"Well we were watching The Twilight Zone", Kas said.

"I know knocking is out of your skill set, but could you at least not slam my door open", Steve said, his hand still stroking those long curls.

"I think you two owe us an explanation", Lucas said.

"Yeah, clearly something is going on here that you're not telling us", Dustin added.

El and Will were both silent while the others shot the two older boys accusatory looks.

"They're in love", El said in the silence.

"Don't joke about that", Mike said, which must've set something off in Will.

"Don't be an asshole. You guys are idiots if you haven't been seeing it."

"Steve and Eddie hate each other", Dustin gestured to them as if their position would prove so, like they were wrapped up in each other.

Kas grinned and pressed his chin into Steve's thigh. "You hear that? Apparently I can't stand your guts."

Steve rolled his eyes. "My guts, maybe. But you sure are able to stand my face alright."

"Your face, your hands, your legs", Kas started to gnaw at Steve through his jeans.

"Hey! Kids!", Steve warned with a gentle push as well as pulling his legs away.

"I think...I might be able to help", El said. "But it won't be easy. And I'll need your help, Steve."

"Me?" He probably had the least experience here when it came to El and her powers. "Why?"

She grinned at that. "Because you're his favorite."

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A bonus cuz i can't help myself

Steve never thought in a million years he'd be here. Not ever. Fresh out the shower, that was normal. Fresh out the shower with a hottie in his bed, that was also normal. Said hottie kissing up and down his arm, not to much.

Kas pressed his lips so softly it was like he was planning on making love to just his arm.

"I think you might be obsessed", Steve teased.

"I spent a good few minutes sucking off the other arm. Don't want this one to get jealous."

Steve turned pink. "Don't say 'sucking off', that's not what you did."

Kas hummed against his bicep. "I swallowed you down? I drank you up? Milked you to the last drop?"

Steve rolled his eyes but continued to smile. "Can I speak to Eddie now?"

"You know it's kinda unfair you get two boyfriends and I only have one", Eddie said, moving to rest his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"I think I'm more than enough for the both of you", Steve said, turning his head in to peck his lips.

Part 5 FINAL

A/N: the next part will most likely be the last part unless I come up with any other ideas for this. Tune in for the next one!

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #kas!eddie #i think in the future i'll do more of those #choose your own path fics #having 2 versions was kinda fun #i only did it a little this time but still

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sleephyuns · 3 months

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A sharp scream awakes her, nearly sending her toppling off the couch. There’s echoing screams and metallic scrapes that follow, and while she fumbles for anything to hold her upright, two things happen:

First, her hand finally finds purchase on her desk. Second, she realizes the commotion was from the TV.

With a roll of her eyes, she grabs for the remote on the floor and clicks it off, ignoring the way her heart had practically rumbled out of her chest.

On again. Then off. On again. Then off. Just to make sure it won’t happen again.

It’s well after midnight, she also realizes, looking at her phone’s screen. She must’ve fallen asleep while journaling and… yes, her notebook’s currently supine on the floor.

She heaves herself off the couch to retrieve her empty wine glass, and thinks about how messy the rest of the end table is. She should probably clean it… but the thought of having to interact with mess makes her brain feel septic. At least for the moment.

She’ll do one thing, though, and it’s to carefully remove the half-written page of her notebook.

It’s one of her irrational thoughts, the need to start fresh and finish an entry in one go, lest something horrible happen to her come morning.

She’s been having a bit of a spike in thoughts like that lately, not that she lets them get the best of her. That’s mostly because she knows where they come from, the root cause of her stress. Of course it’s…

Jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon reminds her of Mina.

Quiet. Very to herself, even if she doesn’t mean to be.

Well, isn’t she kind of like Mina too? In a way. It’s part of why they hit it off so well in the first place. They both have a habit of observation. Though it’s a mystery whether Jeongyeon is the same.

It’s likely. Jeongyeon wasn’t sly in hiding her wandering eyes, her intensity. She just hadn’t realized someone else was watching her too. And maybe she never would.

Another blatancy about her: she was comically bad at acting with any sort of normalcy. With a plastered smile on her face, actions bordering on robotic. She must’ve thought everything was going fine. And well… she’d tried to make the woman feel like things were going fine, in response. So it’s not completely Jeongyeon’s fault.

But what she can do, is notice this line of behavior isn’t Jeongyeon’s usual.

Jihyo always spoke about Jeongyeon like she’d created the universe itself, told her about her days with the other woman as if they were some kind of great tale. And for the most part, they were. She loved to hear about what made her happy, what got on her nerves. Even-

—

“So, Jeongyeon has this idea that if you put a song on loop during sex, you can use it as an instant switch when you want to get in the mood.”

“…”

“You do psych work so… is it true , you think?”

—

So surely there’s more to Jeongyeon than just a few one worded answers.

One worded answers are the devil. Just the thought of them frustrates her to no end. If she makes tea, though, that’ll fix it. That way she can detox and destress as the inevitable happens.

Her inevitable thoughts about Mina.

She rises from the couch and takes her few steps towards the kitchen. It’s there she resumes her thoughts.

They’re amicable, the two of them, when the situation calls for it. Only two other people knew of their history, and there was no point in making a big fuss during group gatherings.

So they chose to let things be, not bothering to contact each other unless they absolutely needed to.

Of course, she has no real ill will towards Mina. Even at her most upset, she always wanted what was best for her. For the both of them.

Though that doesn’t make the memory torment her any less.

—

“I’m alone, waiting for just a text from you with the very little time I have off that we agreed to spend together and you’re either hanging out with your coworkers or begging to spend time with Momo. Where do I fit in?”

—

She laughs, thinking about the quiver in her voice. It might’ve been a little pathetic, in hindsight. Words said in a desperate need to get her point across.

But “you don’t get to do that analyzing stuff with me,” was what Mina had said. And she couldn’t help it-

—

“Well what else should I do when you won’t tell me what’s going on or how you feel? What am I left with if you don’t give me anything aside from ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’?”

“What is it you want Mina? Answer me honestly. And I promise I won’t get mad.”

—

Her voice had been soft, as she begged. Pleaded. Because maybe, just maybe, she’d hoped that Mina wouldn’t come to the obvious conclusion. The one that stared them both in the face. She hoped that maybe, for once, her perception wasn’t as spot on as it usually was.

But Mina gave her that look. That damned awful look that told her the next few words weren’t going to be ones she wanted to hear.

And that was that.

No she isn’t carrying a torch for Mina anymore, but the memory still stings, nags at her insides. She even considers journaling about it for a fifth time. But she won’t, not tonight. Instead, she clicks the burner of the stove on and off and on again. Four times until she’s satisfied.

But being around the stove like this… she feels the embarrassment of yesterday creep it’s way up her spine.

“Whyyy did I walk into the kitchen like that?,” she asks her reflection in the kettle.

One more click and it’s gone.

She knows she’s going to have to address this soon, if Jeongyeon won’t.

Their current situation isn’t working for anyone. For as much as Jeongyeon’s been walking on eggshells, she, herself, seems to be completely crushing them under her feet. Which, excuse her therapy brain, means it’s time for a new approach.

Because the thing is? Minatozaki Sana no longer gives up on a challenge. Even if she fumbles her way through it, she won’t give up on happiness so easily. There’s probably something to be said about that, but she resists the urge to analyze herself. It’s better not to make herself go mad.

Right now, she’ll take the kettle off the burner and pour herself a mug of hot tea.

The mug she chooses tonight is one of her recent favorites, simply because Jihyo had commented on how pretty it was when she was over days ago. It’s nice to have a reminder of her on nights where she thinks too deeply.

But it also reminds her of Jihyo’s story in response. How Jeongyeon had bought her a beautiful blue-glazed mug in Jeju, just so Jihyo could have one that better suited her grip.

So yes, Sana concludes, Jeongyeon must be the observant type. And thoughtful, at that. Her gaze is as intense as it is tender. She’d known that all along, really. But her brain, per usual, had to work through the evidence to find the answer.

Even when the evidence was presented to her from the start.

—

“Are you cold?”

“Hm?”

“Your legs are shaking. Here-”

“You can use my jacket if you want. I have a sweater on underneath, so it’s all good.”

—

She remembers the beginnings of protest bubbling up in her throat, when the jacket was draped on her, overcome with the need to convince the other woman things were fine. She didn’t need to sacrifice her own warmth in the chilly outdoor air.

She did so anyway.

An insignificant moment to Jeongyeon, perhaps, for several reasons.

Sana was still fairly new to everyone… except Mina and Momo (and Nayeon by proxy) really. And that particular event had gone beyond their usual group of friends, extending to a few people from campus, maybe some coworkers. Lastly? Sana was still in what she had aptly dubbed her “Mina mourning period.”

Sana had been an outwardly happy person for years, wearing her joyousness like a knight’s armor. It worked well to protect her. Harsh words, snide remarks, testy glares. All of it just bounced right off of her.

It still works well for her, as someone who wants people to adore her, to have people know her as one who was “always happy,” rather than one whose despondency made others uncomfortable.

It worked very well… until her heart was broken. When her armor had temporarily cracked.

She’d been on week 2 of stewing in her own misery. Nothing but nights of tears, scribbled journal entries and enough cups of tea to have her running to the bathroom every hour.

That night had been no different, in terms of Sana’s mood. She was quiet and reserved, nursing her second or third beer in her own little section of the circle. She’d forgone her usual flashy colors and habits in order to simply enjoy bask in the night and maybe feel like herself again.

That one simple gesture, that warmth from the fabric, was bright enough to combat the dull drab of everything else.

But then Jeongyeon left early, not even bothering to take the jacket from Sana.

“Fate’s funny that way,” she mumbles, watching the tea leaves dye her water dark. It really is funny. If Jeongyeon had never left her jacket, there would’ve been no need to approach her “best friend” later.

—

“That friend of yours… is she your roommate?”

“Roommate? You mean Jeongyeon?”

“Yes! I think so. She left this with me.”

“Uh, but also… is she seeing anyone?”

—

It’s a memory she thinks on quite fondly. Sana went in expecting the pretty woman with the sharp eyes to mend her broken heart for a just a while. Months later, she’s blessed with the love and affection of said woman’s girlfriend.

And only a fraction of a hair closer to the woman she’d been initially after.

Sana’s going to change that, though. It’s certain. She taps her tea strainer four times against the mug’s rim to insure it.

Of course she has doubts, because what would be worse: Forcing a relationship that leaves all three people broken, or leaving the remaining two behind to salvage the remains of what they have?

Neither is acceptable. So-

“I’ll just have to walk it back.”

She raises the mug to her lips, basking in its warmth while she ruminates on a potential plan.

Minutes later, when she finds herself properly settled for bed, she’s sure of what she’ll do. Now, she’s left to see how Jeongyeon responds.

#lmk your thoughts #tied together au #sana #sahyo #jeongsa #230

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boba-beom · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡⋆｡˚⊹ I Like U (sorry, I never meant to) | part 1 — 'don't drop her!'

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romance | non-idol au, strangers to friends to ???

synopsis: after meeting one of your best friend’s friends, you initially found him attractive and thought he’d be a careless crush that would soon dissipate into nothing. that is, until a series of events proved you wrong and perhaps those feelings lingered longer than they should have. would something become of it?

warning(s): slice of life, slow burn(ish), mentions of food, physical affection, bickering, more mentions of star signs, I will try my best to make it as gender neutral as possible as some parts are based off from my perspective. if there's anything I've missed, let me know!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: this celebration I am referring to is very big in the filipino culture. it's called a philippine 'debut' (deh-boo). it's to celebrate one who is coming of age, entering adulthood as a young woman.

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5 months have passed since your first interaction with Beomgyu. however, it was not the last time you had interacted. after you accepted his follow request and followed him back on instagram, you've been going back and forth liking each other's stories, recommending songs and sharing playlists with each other after you found out he also listens to the same niche artist as you. you may have overreacted, but none of your friends knew the artist until you saw his story with your favourite song posted to it.

to think that this happened over the course of the summer vacation, you were almost unfazed that you would be meeting him again for Tara's birthday. almost. you were extremely excited to visit the island again, after discussing Tara's 18th birthday celebrations, along with receiving her invitations through the post. you told yourself that all thoughts unrelated to Tara's birthday were to be pushed to the back of your head, making sure that this was going to be unforgettable and you wanted to prioritise that.

Tara has always been one to be interested in star-gazing, knowing things about star signs; whether she can guess people's star signs based off of their personality traits, or even upon first or second meeting.

you recall the facetime call you had with your best friend just a couple of days before your trip to the island. she had asked a huge favour from you — which was to help with the decorations. after knowing Tara for more than half of your life you know that they will go above and beyond when it comes to celebrations. be it weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, seasonal holidays; her and her family will do the most and it's their branding at this point.

now that you're back on the island again, you've missed everything about it. the greenery of the fields, trees arching over roads creating beautiful tunnels by nature, the fact that your best friend lives by the beach and how beautiful it would be to watch the sunrise and set with the sound of the waves rolling over the shell beach.

"hey, we've got guests coming over just after lunch. we can decorate later this evening, is that okay with you?" Tara wraps her arms around your shoulders, interrupting your gaze on your phone from the pictures of the sunrise you took earlier that morning.

"yeah that's no problem, need me to help you with anything?" you tilt your head to nudge her temple, responding to her affectionate gesture.

"actually, could you just finish the rest of those centre pieces, please?" you hum in response, "oh, and I heard Beomgyu's going to be on his way soon." she shrugs, walking out of the living room to call her other friends to discuss the time for cotillion practice.

Beomgyu. it's been a while since you've seen the name, let alone hear it. you wonder if it'll be a little awkward seeming as the last time you spoke was mid summer. there's not a lot you know about this guy, really, other than the fact that his texts are completely opposite to how he is in person; pretty dry.

pushing those thoughts aside, you pick up the glue gun and start gluing a small assortment of three to four blue and yellow roses in the small glass, cylindrical centre pieces. each centre piece had table numbers handwritten in pretty cursive handwriting, remembering that it must have been by one of Tara's friends.

each cylinder had mini battery-operated fairy lights, pulling the vision together. though there were several elements left for the remaining decorations. the completed ones were starting to look really pretty altogether.

you gather the completed centre pieces and place them in a brown cardboard box, ready for the next batch until you hear the familiar tone of Tara's voice greeting someone by the front door.

"hey Beomgyu, you're super early." you hear her laugh, "y/n's inside, you remember them, right?"

"of course." he says, walking in and making brief eye contact with you sitting on the carpeted floor.

your eyes widen slightly, brows raised and unexpected to meet him again. his hair has started to grow a little longer compared to the last time you saw him. the front pieces of his hair just about grazing his brows, and the back just touching the bottom of his nape.

"y/n?" he calls out, snapping you out of whatever it was that you were stuck in momentarily, "I asked if you need any help?" now he's sitting in the armchair by the window.

"oh. no I'm good, almost done anyway. Thank you though." you politely smile up at him, watching him take his phone out of his pocket and turning it on.

"suit it yourself." he shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes leaving yours and onto his phone's screen. you scoff a little, ignoring his response.

it was silent in the living room for almost an hour, just the occasional mini conversations between you and Tara, or Tara and Beomgyu talking about certain points of the cotillion. they were partners after all.

once you've finished with the remaining smaller decorations, you stand up to stretch before walking over to start the final decoration — Tara's name decor — which was to be placed by the display near the front inside the venue. it was her first name along with her middle name, and although they weren't long, you were aware that the process would be. having to sketch out her name in cursive, then to paint it in gold and to glue gold glitter all over it.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, started the large '18' cardboard cutout with collage photos of Tara from the photoshoot that she took a couple of months back. the pictures were beautiful, especially the few from the beach. she was standing where the mini waves were just touching her feet while she was wearing a long, black chiffon-layered dress with a spaghetti-strap. the sunset in the background created a pretty silhouette with the layers of the chiffon dress blown in the wind, and you were then starting to realise that your best friend is about to be a young woman. the thought of that was almost enough to make you emotional. almost. there's still two more days until the big day.

you start on the sketching, outlining the letters on the A1 styrofoam board, until you hear Beomgyu playing some songs from what you thought was the playlist he recommended to you. you pause for a second or two, trying to figure out which song it was and it was one of the first songs that you recommended to him months ago. smiling to yourself, you assume he compiled songs from both playlists and created a new one after listening further in the playlist.

"Beomgyu, y/n, I need you here." Tara calls after you both, her brows are scrunched up and eyes narrowed at the screen of her laptop as she watches a cotillion choreography that she's inspired from.

the sandy, blonde-haired male looks over at you, his head tilting towards Tara, essentially letting you get up and go to her first. he follows after, trailing a little behind you as you take the seat beside Tara while Beomgyu stays standing behind the both of you, just about leaning over your head.

"okay so," she starts, "I'm thinking of adding an extra move, but it's just at the very end." you watch the video as she presses play and observe the way the debutant's partner gave her a few twirls before preparing to lift her by the hip, then doing half a turn while the debutant was lifted.

you notice the way Tara pouts as she pauses the video and looks over to you and Beomgyu. your brows almost knit together, thinking that it would add a nice touch to the end of the cotillion, but realistically this was all in Beomgyu's hands. literally.

"personally, I think it would look really nice. and I know for a fact that your dress is going to look beautiful during that turn." you replay the video as the three of you rewatch it and notice the way the debutant's dress flows slightly in the air, almost in slow motion. it also reminds you of that one picture from the photoshoot and you were so sure that they'd regret it if they don't try it out.

"I don't know. the debut is in two days and tomorrow we're literally going to be spending the day to decorate the venue, and then—"

"Beomgyu, calm down, you haven't even tried it yet." you turn around and look up at him rolling his eyes at you. "try it out before the rest arrives for practice."

"y/n, are you being for real right now?" his lips twist, he's not convinced just yet, you think.

"come onnnn, Beomgyu try it out~" you sing song, "for Tara." you put your arm over your best friend's shoulders, bringing her in closer while she pouts at him.

it's always hard for Beomgyu to turn Tara down for anything. you'd think their relationship is pretty tight, but as they grew up together and being only two years apart they have that sibling energy about them. Tara is Beomgyu's weak spot, and this is the first time you've witnessed it.

"okay, fine." he sighs, defeated, but you see him smile over to Tara while ruffling the top of her head. you had no clue that you had been staring at the interaction between them for a second too long until Beomgyu calls out your name again. "you need to make sure I do it properly, I'm doing this for Tara." his voice was a little stern towards you, but it didn't bother you too much. he sounded quite defensive over the fact that he isn't doing this because you convinced him to, but you knew that that was exactly the reason why.

Tara makes her way out the back door into the garden, it was big enough to fit six pairings for the cotillion. to your surprise, she's only just told you that they have been practicing for three weeks and they only managed to remember everything the week that had just passed.

you sit on the stool by the door, facing the garden as you wait for the two to get into position for the ending of the cotillion. the pair face each other for a couple of seconds before Beomgyu twirls Tara twice, preparing for the lift. he lifts her hip onto the side of his leg, attempting to pivot in place for the turn with the other leg, but they stumble a little and Beomgyu lets go of Tara. you stand up as quick as you can to catch Tara from tripping forward and falling over.

"don't drop her!" you shout at Beomgyu. he looks at you with bland eyes, deadpan towards you.

"well, this was your idea, right?" he huffs. "I'd like to see you try."

"am I her partner?" you retort, your hands still holding onto Tara's forearm while she stands properly.

"guys, it's fine. Beomgyu, let's try again." Tara looks directly into your eyes and then Beomgyu after, her way of getting the both of you to stop arguing.

after a few attempts of the ending routine, it eventually got better to the point Tara wanted to try it out along with the music to make sure they get the timing right. you also suggest to take a video so they can review it after and they both agree. your index finger hovers over the space bar, patiently waiting for Tara to indicate when to press play.

you watch them do the routine once more until the crucial part came about, "okay, and now!" you shout as soon as the music reaches the part where the lift starts.

you watch beomgyu lift Tara steadily with a clean landing — no stumbling over or minor trips in sight. the music fades as it ends and you end the video before applauding them while you make your way toward them.

"see, I knew you could do it." you nudge Beomgyu, passing him the phone and notice the corners of his lips twitch upwards as he watches the successful move.

Tara's pleased to say the least, looking over at the phone at the same time and giving you the biggest smile.

"I know I'm terrible at thinking of things and adding things last minute, but I think that was one of my best ideas." she crosses her arms, proud of the decision she made regardless of the trouble it caused, especially between you and Beomgyu.

"yeah, you're lucky your partner was eventually convinced to do it." you tease.

"okay, okay. I get it. at least we've got that sorted out now." Beomgyu sighs, not amused with you repeating how you were right.

after heading back inside the house, you check the time and it's still early for the rest of Tara's friends to arrive for the practice. thinking of getting food before they arrive was the best idea, but Tara was called to have a dress rehearsal in case of any more altering. so it was down to you and Beomgyu to go and get food.

༺ ༻

you were grateful that the weather was good for a nice walk; the air was mildly warm with the smallest bit of breeze blown through your hair every now and then.

following Beomgyu in silence wasn't as bad as you thought. he walks in front of you, and you notice the wire of his white earphones dangling out of his pocket while he had the other in his ear.

"what song are you listening to?" you spoke up a little quieter than you expected. luckily you were just around the corner to the pizza shop, so you both stop once you cross the narrow, one way road.

"over eighty-five." he glances at you, holding eye contact for what felt like a minute to you and turns around to walk into the pizza shop.

he left you dumbfounded, remembering that that was the song that started the whole exchanging songs ordeal. you mindlessly blink at the shop front a couple of times before following suit, waiting behind him as he orders four boxes of pizzas for the group later on.

his voice is gentle when he talks to the owner of the shop. there's a lot of people in this part of the island, and everyone knows each other, if not, know of each other.

the way they exchange in conversation seems like he comes here often, the middle-aged man laughs at a bit and you see how endearing it was to see the interaction.

nevertheless, you had to set aside that it could potentially be the fact that the leo in Beomgyu is loving the attention, or it could even just be the big heart in him. either way, quietly observing them kept you entertained until he walked toward you, waiting beside you.

"Beomgyu?" your voice a little louder this time compared to earlier. he turns his head towards you, raising his brow with a hum. he isn't as firm as he was earlier, and he could physically see your shoulders relax in the smallest way possible. "can we go see that coffee shop that we walked past on the way here?"

to his surprise, that was not what he was expecting. he can sense that you've been tip-toeing around him since he arrived at Tara's house, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you.

"yeah, we can do. we'll take the shortcut there, it'll be quicker on the way back too." he flashes you the same gentle smile he gave you the first time you met, and you notice a small dimple that disappeared not even in a fraction of a second. kinda cute.

༺ ༻

as soon as the pizzas were ready, the shop owner bids the both of you goodbye with a polite smile. you and Beomgyu split the pizza boxes to carry them back while you take up a different route, again, leaving it up to the island boy.

"how long are you staying this time anyway?" he asks you, half turning his head to face you but also making sure he watches where he's walking.

"oh, we're leaving the day after Tara's birthday. so not long, really." you reply with a shrug that he wasn't able to see anyway. you had hoped to stay longer than last time, but it was just about the same amount of days.

"I see." you almost miss his response with his quiet voice, along with a car that had driven past the both of you. but you wonder why he asked, though you knew he was probably curious like the others.

"is Soobin coming for the cotillion practice?" you remembered Soobin abruptly, he was more approachable compared to Beomgyu from the first time you met, and you remember everything clearly.

"yeah." there he is with the short responses again. you almost thought you had somewhat managed to get through to him, but it's going to be tricky with someone like him. you can't read him just yet and you're curious whether it's the same for everyone or it's just a 'you thing'.

after walking for a few more silent minutes, you see the cute, rustic coffee shop that caught your eye from earlier. this time, you were able to scan through the menu that's hung up outside on a brown clip board, reading out the set menu and the coffee of the day.

you balance the piled pizza boxes on your hip as you take your phone out to take a quick photo. Beomgyu doesn't hesitate to take the boxes from your hold and pile it on top of his.

your brows raise from the action, looking up at him with a smile followed after. "oh, thanks."

"just so the pizza won't fall. we have people to feed." his response was blunt but you still thanked him for the gesture. he faces to the side while he waits for you to finish taking your pictures, but you couldn't ignore the way the sun shines over him and some shadows from the lamppost lay over him.

you love taking photos in general. some say you're talented and you should be a photographer, but you just find it as a hobby and you don't want to take that fun aspect away.

finding a photogenic subject with a beautiful background was not easy to find, until you turn around to see exactly that. you had no second thoughts to take a picture or two of Beomgyu's side profile — to which you were extremely fascinated by — only capturing from his shoulders and up.

"let's go? I think they'll be there soon." Beomgyu speaks up, eyes meeting the sight of you holding your phone up and facing him, causing you to swiftly tuck your phone back into your pocket and reach out for the two boxes that Beomgyu took from you.

he turns quickly, so you miss and briefly grab nothing but the air where you were initially reaching out for.

"it's okay. I got it." is all he says before he continues walking in the direction of a different shortcut. a smile is twitching upon his lips as he senses you trailing behind him in confusion. if there's something you didn't know about him, it's that he's extremely observant, and his peripheral vision never fails him.

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Love

Chapter 1

Prince Aemond hasn't been at the castle due to his brother's, the king, orders. Will it be worth lives?

“My prince”, a maid knocked on the doors of Aemond’s chambers at Harrenhal early one morning. Aemond placed his hand on Alys’s head to have her keep going. “What”, he grumbled out after a quiet moan. “You’ve been summoned to King’s Landing by the queen mother”, the small voice quivering and almost quiet. Aemond sighs, looking down at Alys smile after licking the underside of his cock. Smiling back at her with a quiet laugh, Aemond grabs her cheeks to bring her in for a kiss. “Must you go?”, Alys asks. “Mother summoned me, I am her son and the prince”, he stands and begins to redress himself, “I must follow when duty calls for me.”

She stands bare before him, rubbing his chest, “Or you could stay here with me and finish what we started?” He grabs her wrists, kissing her forehead, and leaves the room. The air seems thicker, like a man could choke if a breath was taken. No one spoke to the prince as he made his way to Vhagar, only bows. The sun barely shown as dark clouds form in the sky above, Vhagar roars, shaking the earth below his feet.

Upon landing in King’s Landing, Aemond is greeted by his mother in the Dragon Pit with tear stained cheeks. “My son”, she sobs while grasping at him. “What is wrong mother?”, Aemond confused, attempts to give the support she is looking for. “Your family”, she chokes back, “Rhaenyra has killed your boys. They told your wife a son for a son after killing Rhagar and then killed Aemon to ensure you understood. Thank the gods they were unable to kill y/n” Aemond’s head started to spin as he goes stiff in his mother’s arms. Those boys are his world, how dare Rhaenyra take their lives. His own blood. The blood of the dragon. The blood of two children who have nothing to do with this war. They were only of the ages 4 and 1, still babes to the world. A world they will now never see.

In the Red Keep, everything was quiet except for in the nursery. Rhagar tossing and turning, having his same nightmare as the night before. A dragon atop the iron throne, a stag, lion, and direwolf stood in the court amongst the people. The dragon roars green flame above the crowd, only to be suddenly stabbed in the heart by the stag from behind. The people always solemn with no faces. Taking the dragon’s place on the throne, the lion and direwolf circle each other in front of the throne, waiting to strike. The stag moves to command them but is cut by the throne and bleeds out onto the steps. The lion beats the direwolf to the throne, only to have the ceiling collapse upon it, burying it and the throne. The direwolf sits atop the rubble, staring at Rhagar and commanding the death of the dragon. The people of the court then have weapons of every kind pointed at Aemon. The direwolf howls and Rhagar is stabbed through his back.

Upon waking, he wails for his mother and father, causing little Aemon to begin crying as well. His mother is the only one to show, with the exception of the wet nurse. “What is wrong, my little dragon? Did you have the same dream?”, his mother soothing him by holding him close, rubbing his back. He nods, clinging to her neck for comfort. She smiles softly at her son, “It is only a dream, but some say it could be a vision and only special people have visions.” He looked up at his mother, “What if, just this once, you and Aemon come sleep in my bed? Then you will have me beside you.” “And kepa?” (father) “And possibly your kepa in the morning”, y/n knew Rhagar loved his father more than Aemond loved him, why else would he be the whispers of the Red Keep and Harrenhal.

She scooped up Aemon, dismissed the wet nurse, and brought her two boys to her chambers for a quiet night. Humming a lullaby learned from her wet nurse as a child, she places Rhagar on the bed and Aemon in the cradle at the end of the bed, already hearing Rhagar’s snores from Aemond’s side. “How can these two come from him?”, she questioned the mother. A small rustling caught y/n’s attention. Turning her head, she saw two men with swords and went to scream for the guards but was gagged and bound by another man behind her, seemingly having come from the wall. The largest of the three quietly steps over to Rhagar beheading him. As she screamed and cried, the man holding her whispered in her ear, “Your husband killed prince Lucerys in cold blood. Queen Rhaenyra said a son for a son.”

One of the other men looked at the babe asleep in the cradle and gestured towards him, “Might as well kill them all. Send that one eyed freak a message.” The larger man looked at the babe then back at y/n shaking her head, pleading with anyone that would listen. He takes his blade and cuts Aemon from throat to stomach, turning to the distressed woman with her son’s blood dripping from the blade. Walking towards her, ready to stab her heart, the man is interrupted by guards entering the chambers ready to protect who they could. Two of the men ran through the secret passageway, dropping the princess in the process. With her hands no longer bound, she reaches for her son Aemon and holds him close to her, covering herself in his blood. She walks over to Rhagar and sits at his feet, caressing his cold cheek with her thumb. “The man has been taken to the dungeons, your grace.”

Upon arriving at the Red Keep, Aemond ran to their shared chambers hoping and praying it wasn’t true. Opening the doors, he found two maids cleaning the blood from the floors and straightening the room. “Where is she?”, Aemond asked. “She is with the silent sisters. She insisted on dressing the boys herself”, Alicent said, having followed him in worry. Aemond turned and ran to where the silent sisters did their work. Freezing at the door, he saw his wife covered in their boys’ blood, wrapping Aemon with the same delicacy she had when he arrived in the world, and she held him for the first time. She looked up at Aemond after covering her son’s face and broke the man. Looking back at her sons, she stated, “I don’t want him near them. They are my sons”, Aemond opened his mouth only for no words to come, “I don’t want him near me either.” Y/n stepped back from the table, signaling to the silent sisters she was finished and left, passing Aemond on her way. He grasped her arm, causing her to stop but not look up at him. She heard him take in a breath and let her go.

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darkenedreaper · 8 months

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Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: Headcannons that include arguing with Ellen but then making up with one another

A/N: We need more Ripley content. And imma give it to you. Oh and I’ve seen my inbox 😏

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We’ll Fight But We Make Up

It’s very rare that you and Ripley argue, sure you’ll disagree but you’ll work on it so you can both agree or be satisfied with the situation at hand

You’re both very open and certainly honest with one another; which is why you rarely argue

When you do argue it has to be serious because as said before you never argue

But you always always manage to make up, that’s what makes you such a strong couple

The argument started between the both of you like this:

Tensions were already rising in the ship on the way back home as Hicks and Hudson were arguing… again

As now Team Captain for what was left of the Marines after the attack and ambush on LV-426, you tried to maintain some routine for them, after all they still had the mindset of Marines

But Hicks and Hudson kept bickering and bickering to the point where it was affecting everyone, even Bishop found it hard to control his temper

You were sat at your desk in the ship furiously scribbling and typing as you had work due for Weyland Yutani about the Xenomorph and you were running late on it

Ripley and Newt walked hand in hand up to your desk, Newt carrying her new teddy bear Ripley gave her

Ellen slowly walked up to your chair, not wanting to frighten you. She gently placed her hands on your back that was hunched over the desk and dragged her fingers up to your tense shoulder blades and lightly squeezed them

“Honey, they’re fighting again”, Ripley said with a soft and and soothing voice. You took a deep breath and choose not to respond, you really didn’t want to hear anything about the two of them again, and Ripley knew you were tense about it. She spoke up again, “I was wondering if you could sort them, they refuse to listen to anybody these days”.

She was still rubbing your shoulders but quickly withdrew her hands and clasped them together when you stood up with clear anger and stomped off to see to the ‘men’. Ripley looked down at Newt and shrugged her shoulders to Newts questioning face. They both followed you.

In the crew living quarters/room they were almost in each others face and you walked up to them, towering over the both of them. They were arguing over nothing; about who got to take charge of the control rooms. “Will the both of you step away before you bite each others heads off and shut up!?”

Both men stopped their bickering after you raising your voice to a tone they hadn’t heard before. Hicks went to open his mouth to speak but you were too quick, “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it! Do you Marines realise the stress you’ve put ok everybody? You’ve even got Bishop feeling like he’s walking around on eggshells!” You shouted at the top of your voice. Making them both turn to face you and put their heads down.

As you had finally finished your rant you were still angry and unfortunately your anger had made you snap at someone you wouldn’t ever want to.

Newt lightly tugged your arm and called your name, “What do you want!?” As soon as the words and tone left your voice you immediately regretted it. Newt looked at you, shocked, and ran off to jump into Ripley arms.

Ripley was standing in one of the doorways and picked up Newt before turning to you with disappointment, hurt, and upset written all over her face. She shook her head at you and walked off, with a trembling Newt in her arms.

You sighed and put your head down, spotting Newts teddy that she had dropped. You turned back to Hicks and Hudson who wouldn’t dare look at you or anyone else who saw the show. You walked to pick up Newts teddy and went to ran to find them both but not before saying, “If I hear one more word from either one of you you’ll go back into hyper sleep before you can say sorry”. They both replied, “Yes ma’am”.

It was getting close to bedtime anyway and you finally found Ripley tucking an upset Newt into bed. Ellen was brushing her head with her fingers and kissing her cheek whispering to the girl. You watched the interaction between the two people that you loved most before knocking lightly on the doorway.

A huge wave of guilt came over you when Newts teary little eyes locked with yours before turning back to Ripley. And Ripley simply acknowledged you with a look before turning back to Newt to kiss her, then standing up to walk towards you.

You were in big trouble. You were still holding Newts teddy but as Ripley began to walk towards you you walked backwards. As you, Ellen, Newt and even Jonesy lived in the same sleeping quarters. As you and Ellen were together you slept in the same bed and had a shared simply decorated bedroom.

Ripley only closed Newts door over a little and backed you up over to the couch in the room you called the living room, “Ellen I-”, “How could you?” She cut in, still talking with the softest voice, but you knew she was disappointed. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake, I was caught up in the moment of trying to sort the two of them” you tried, “That isn’t an excuse y/n and you know that”. You lowered your arms in defeat and tried to peak into Newts room, but your eyes quickly landed back on Ripley began again who was stood, dressing gown tied, hair slightly messy and arms crossed; “I understand you’ve been stressed, even anxious but you can’t take it out on our little girl, it isn’t fair”

You felt even more guilty. Ripley always said the good in you and took your side no matter what. She made you feel valid as she knew you were stressed but she pointed out how it was wrong to take it out on your little girl, your little family. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping at Newt, I would never and will never do it again. And I’m sorry for disappointing you, and causing upset to my two favourite girls”

She gave you a half smile and let you know that she accepted her apology. You knew you were just off the hook with Ellen but you needed and wanted to see Newt. “Go and see her”. Your face almost lit up as Ripley granted you permission to apologise to Newt, but before you could get to her room Ripley grabbed your arm, “I know you didn’t mean it. And I know how much you love us. And if you love us so much you’ll come to me when you feel stressed or angry”. You nodded your head and wrapped an arm around her waist to give her lips a quick kiss to which she relished in and she held your arm as you did

As you approached the girls room you knocked on the door before pushing it open, “Newt?” You said looking at the girl who was rolled on her side and had her back to you. “Newt honey, I’m sorry. I never meant to shout at you and I never would. I have no excuse or rational reason for my behaviour. And I’m sorry”

Ripley smirked as she leaned against the doorway, knowing Newt would be playing games

You looked at her, arms still crossed and on her side. You heard her mumble a little ‘Okay’. But that wasn’t enough. You walked a little closer to her and gently tapped her shoulder, “I think you dropped something”. She definitely took her time in turning around to face you and when she saw you were holding her teddy her face lit up and she sat up to take it from you

You took her smiling moment as an opportunity to sit yourself next to her and grab her attention, “I’m sorry Newt. It won’t ever happen again”. She looked up at you smiling, “I know y/n/n”. You turned around to look at Ripley smiling at the both of you and you had an idea. You turned back to Newt, “Let me and Mommy go get ready for bed and how about I come back in and read you your favourite bedtime story?”. She shook her head eagerly at your suggestion before laying back down all snug with her teddy, “I’ll be right back Newt”, you kissed her forehead.

You followed Ripley into your shared room and as she started getting the bed ready for the both of you she said, “if it wasn’t for your heroic apology you’d be sleeping on the couch tonight”. After you’d changed into your sleepwear you walked round to the bed and helped your girlfriend into bed, handing her her book, a glass of water and anything else she needed. “I guess I’m just lucky” you said back. She put her hand around your neck and cupped your face bringing you down for a kiss before letting you go back to Newt. Before you left the room you turned round to her, “I’m sorry Ellen”.

She knew how guilty you felt but assured you it was all old news and was settled now. You didn’t actually believe her until she pulled the bedsheet covers down slightly, rubbing her thighs seductively, “Oh and hurry back, I’ll be waiting”

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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Save me

Created: 15.02.2022

Finished: 16.02.2022

Edited: 11.09.2023

Age: 17

Word count: 2,224

Warnings: Blood, Kidney failure, Surgery, Sucicidal thoughts, Failed suicide attempt, Explosion, Guns, Fainting

Request: No

Summary: When you suddenly become ill, Natasha is ready to do anything to save you.

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You have always been a healthy person. You would rarely get sick and besides the common cold, you never had any other type of health issues.

So when you started to suddenly feel sick, you didn't question it too much and you also didn't tell your mom because you didn't wanted to worry her.

It started with fatigue and shortness of breath, but with each day that passed it started to get worse.

You started to feel confused, and wouldn't pay much attention to what happens around you because the chest pain and the nausea were killing you.

Natasha had tried a few times to ask you what was wrong but you always waved her off, saying you were okay.

But today you woke up and felt like a train hit you. You hardly made your way toward the common room where Nat, Steve, Clint, Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda were talking.

You barely took two steps inside the room when your mom turned her attention to you.

"Hey, baby! What are you doing here?" Natasha asked softly

You didn't manage to give her an answer.

"Kid?" Tony asked "What's up?"

"Y/N?" Wanda also called you

You felt the world spinning around you and in a blink of an eye, you collapsed to the ground.

Your mom jumped from her seat and in a second was by your side.

"Y/N? Baby?" She worriedly asked, as she lightly shook you "Wake up! Please, wake up..."

"We need to get her to Bruce." Steve said, lifting you and sprinting to the lab

—

When they got there, Bruce asked Steve to lay you down on a table and Natasha took her place by your side, stroking your hair.

"Nat, I need you to step aside, please. I have to check her." Bruce softly spoke to her

"I'm not going to leave her." The woman said without taking her eyes off of you "Don't worry, baby. Mama is not going anywhere." Tears started streaming down her face.

"Nat, please." Bruce asked again

When he saw that Natasha paid no attention to him, the doctor signaled to Steve and Clint to take her out of the room.

Steve quickly lifted Natasha and took her out, with a fight from the redhead that screamed and kicked Steve, refusing to leave your side.

At this point, everyone was gathered and spread all across the waiting room, trying to be patient.

Natasha was on the floor, her back supported by a wall, crying. With Clint to her right and Wanda to her left doing their best to be strong for your mom and you.

Thor, Tony, and Steve were sitting in the chairs that were placed in the waiting room.

Bucky and Sam were leaning against the wall.

Pepper, Peter, Fury, and Maria were also there.

—

After the longest hour in everyone's life, Bruce came out from his lab with an unreadable face.

Natasha bolted up to her feet and everyone circled Bruce, asking a hundred questions per second.

"Calm down!" Bruce shouted, waiting for the room to fall silent "I ran some tests on her, and turns out she suffered a kidney failure."

"She was okay a few days ago." Bucky commented

"The illness progressed very quickly." Bruce explained

"But she's okay now? Isn't she? She's okay?" Natasha tried to keep her tears at bay, failing miserably

"I'm sorry, Nat. But she's in a coma now. She needs a kidney transplant and at this rate, if we don't find a donor in the next 24 hours, she might never wake up."

"Take mine!" Your mother said without a second thought

"I need to see if you are compatible first. There is a huge chance for her body to reject the new kidney." Bruce put his hand on the handle of the door "If anyone else wants to help her, I can run the tests."

"I want!" Everyone present in the room said at the same time

"Okay then. I'm going to prepare what I need. Until then you can go and see her." He opened the door

Natasha was the first one to pass by Bruce and enter inside, followed by the rest.

She saw you lying on a bed with different machines all over you and countless wires connected to your body.

The woman let out a cry of pain and quickly reached you, taking your hand in hers.

"You're going to be alright, my love. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I can't lose you, baby girl. I can't..." Natasha sobbed kissing your hand

Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as they waited for the results, to see if any of them were a match to you.

"I need to save her. I need her. She saved me so many times before. I have to save her now. I can't live without my baby." Natasha whispered from beside you

"What do you mean she saved you, Miss Romanoff?" Peter asked confused

"Oh, my boy..." Tony sighed putting his hand on Peter's back "You are too young."

~~~~~

It's been some time since Natasha was an Avenger and started to save the world and save people instead of complaying orders and kill them.

And for a while everything was good. She was happy. Or at least she tried to be.

She knows that she never can have the thing she wants the most, so she tries to be happy with all she has now.

She has the chance to save the world, to be a part of a team, and to wipe her ledger clean.

But that's not what she wished for the most.

The only thing she wanted, she couldn't have.

A baby.

Her own baby. Her own little family.

Natasha tried to not think about it. She really tried but was hard.

One morning she woke up feeling sick.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, but when she felt sick for 8 days in a row, she decided to go and ask Bruce to check her up.

After he took some blood samples from her, Natasha came back to her room and sat on the floor.

Her past started to come back to her. Her painful memories made their way to the front of her mind, making her relive all that pain.

Reaching into her back pocket, Nat took out a knife and held it to her wrist.

"I'm of no use." She cried out "No one needs me. And now I'm sick. I'll be a burden."

She thought that it was time to finally end her suffering and cut open her wrists.

As she was about to do it when Clint came in the room with a big smile on his face, that quickly faded when he saw her.

Clint gently approached her, with his hands up, in order to show her that he was no threat.

"Hey Nat. Why don't you calm down a little? Huh?" He gently spoke to her "Put that knife aside and we could talk a little because Bruce just found out what is happening to you."

"No, Clint!" She sobbed "I want to end everything. I can't do this anymore..."

"Look, Nat. I don't know what happened or how it happened, but Bruce just told me that all his tests came back with the same result." Clint smiled a little

"What?" She sniffled

"You're pregnant."

The knife from Natasha's hand fell to the ground with a loud bang and she stared mouth open at her best friend, not believing what she just heard.

"Impossible." That was all she said

"No, Natasha. I don't know how, but it's not impossible. You're going to be a mom. Think about it."

Natasha brought the same shakey hand, that held the knife a few moments ago, to her stomach and rubbed it with her thumb.

"A baby? My baby?" She said in disbelief

"Yeah, Nat. A baby. A baby is growing inside you right now. They depend on you. You're their only source of life. Do you really want to end their life before it even began?" Clint reasoned

"No..." Natasha shook her head, starting to cry again "I promise you, my baby, that I'll always take care of you. I'll do anything for you."

~~~~~

The silence grew as Clint finished his story, making Peter regret that he asked about it. The only thing that could be heard, were Natasha's sobs.

"Remember when she made Natasha come back from her mission?" Maria broke the silence

~~~~~

"Your kid is going to have a heart attack from so much screaming and crying for you, Romanoff." Fury said throwing the phone annoyed "Just come back. I give you the permission to leave everything and come back to your child."

It wasn't that Natasha didn't want to come back to her 5-year-old daughter, who suddenly started crying for her mama, but she was so close to finishing the mission and she wasn't sure how Fury would react to her failing her mission because her daughter is more important to her than any mission.

"But sir-" She was interrupted by a loud cry

"MAMA!" You yelled

"C'mon kid, breathe." Was the next thing she heard

"Nat, she can't breathe, come home. NOW!" Maria yelled through the speaker

That was it.

Natasha dropped everything she was doing at that moment and ran as fast as she could out of the building she was in and to the car.

But as soon as she was out, the building exploded behind her, leaving no survivors.

~~~~~

"I don't know how she knew it, but I remember that Y/N calmed down before Natasha called us back and told us what happened." Fury honestly confessed

"She felt it, Nick." Maria softly looked at you "She felt that her mama was in danger and wanted to protect her in the best way a 5-year-old could."

Natasha was silently staring at your pale face, tracing your features with her fingers, listening to every word the others were saying.

"I do remember that time when Y/N saved Miss Romanoff on a mission." Peter spoke again

~~~~~

"Mama, watch out!" You shouted, seeing an agent pointing a gun at her

You ran as fast as you could and jumped in front of your mother just in time.

A loud bang was heard, followed by another one.

The first one, hit you in your stomach. The second one, hit the other agent in the head.

He shot you and Natasha shot him.

You dropped to your knees and your mom was by your side, taking you in her arms, in no time.

"Y/N, hey, stay awake. Can you do this for me, baby? Can you do it for Mama?" She asked, supporting all of your weight

You weakly nodded, but your eyes were dropping.

"No! Y/N Romanoff! Look at me! Just don't close your eyes, angel. C'mon, you can do it. Stay with me, my love." Natasha shook you

"I-I love y-y-you, M-Mama." You said before going limp in her arms

"NO!" Natasha screamed in pain

That was one of the worst days in her life for Natasha.

She had to wait 3 hours for news about you when they took you into surgery in order to remove the bullet.

It's safe to say that Natasha was a mess, from the moment you went unconscious until the moment you opened your eyes in the medbay, two days after the surgery.

You had never seen your mom like this.

Crying like a baby, holding you in her arms, whispering things like: 'I thought I lost you' or ' Never scare me like that again'.

Then she took care of you really intently, she didn't even let you eat by yourself as if you were a baby once again.

~~~~~

"That was, what? Two years ago? How fast the time flies. She'll be 18 next week. Isn't she?" Tony laughed trying to lift everyone's spirits, but he was the only one laughing

You were running out of time.

Just then Bruce burst through the door, holding a bunch of papers in his hands.

All the heads turned to him.

"I found a match." He breathed out

"Who?" Natasha asked

"You." Bruce breathed out

Natasha turned her head towards you and kissed your forehead "I told you, my little angel. I told you that I'll do anything for you. I'm going to save you as you saved me. You are going to be okay."

From that moment on, everything went smoothly. Natasha gave you one of her kidneys. Your body accepted it and you woke up a few days after the surgery.

Your mom was already beside you because she refused to spend more time in bed.

—

You slowly opened your eyes, being hit by a bright light.

"Hey, angel." Natasha kissed your head "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better." You answered, making her smile "What happened?"

And she told you everything that happened in the past 3 days.

Maybe you are not as safe as Natasha would like you to be, but you know that she is going to save you every time you need her.

And she knew that you were her little guardian angel, that saved her life even before you were born.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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hi:) making a request for a henrietta x goth lesbian reader!! they’re all hanging out and the boys are silently fighting over the reader, but the moment henrietta makes a move, the reader like IMMEDIATELY shows interest.

I LOVE HENRIETTA SO MUCH IF SHE WERE REAL ID MARRY HER

This was so funny. It kinda gives a little more backstory of my headcanons of them and being grown up.

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It had been too long since the goths had actually been around each other. Everyone dispersed after highschool, and with the parting of ways came the familiar drifting of friendships. Not that they didn’t speak with each other, but they only spoke once or twice a month, usually to inform each other of how adult life was going and how their careers were. Michael was the lead singer in a band, Henrietta was an indie model/aspiring clothes designer and Pete was a semi-popular painter with a healthy sized following, and each of them hardly had anytime to follow through with their plans on being close until the end. Which was okay, because they’ve settled on monthly meetings back in their hometown just to catch up.

Pete was the first to arrive seeing as he stayed in South Park. He shared a house with his uncle and saw no point in moving away. Too nervous for big cities and too lazy to go to college, he stayed in his quaint little town, going about his daily life as usual and never complaining, happy to stay where he’s comfortable.

Michael was second, seeing as he moved just a few cities away. He ended up in Denver, Colorado, a large but humble town. There is where he found a few people who needed a singer for their band, and he applied and forgot about it. After getting the job and releasing an album or 2, their band, The Velvet Pulse, began to rise up the chart, and Michael was satisfied with his future.

Henrietta was the last to arrive. After graduating, she moved to Los Angeles, California to pursue a career in fashion design. There was never a large variety of gothic clothes that she could wear comfortably, so she decided to start her own brand. She picked up modeling for some indie clothes brand on the side, finally content with her life.

They met at the Benny’s, as they always did. Everything still looked the same, the wall behind their normal booth still stained yellow from their underage smoking habits, remnants of the times they were the closest with each other. The lights were still obnoxiously bright, the menus were sticky, the coffee burnt. It was disgusting to outsiders, but to the Goths who had come back after so many years away, it was home. Michael sat beside Pete, Henrietta in the bench across from them. The trio were happy to finally be back together, even if they only had 5 days to visit.

“And then we went to New York, and kinda traveled down the east coast.” Michael was telling the two others of how his current tour was going. “The only reason I’m here is because after our show in Atlanta, I kind of maybe snuck away and got on a flight over here. The bus is on its way back, but I wanted to go ahead so I could spend a few days back home before it got here.” he finished, taking a swig of his black coffee. Pete and Henrietta smiled, greatful that the tall goth was still humble. “So when you said you were joining a band, did you expect for it to take off?” Pete asked, lifting his own mug to his lips. Michael shook his head, brows furrowed in thought.

“Not really, but I didn’t care for the fame. I was honestly just bored and sent in an application. Don’t get me wrong, I’m appreciative for where we are now, but I do hate not being able to go in public anymore.” Michael lamented, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s the price you pay, though.” he added, looking down at his cup. “Well, I’m very proud of you,” Henrietta said, shooting a smile at the man, “And Pete, I’m proud of you. Your art is amazing. I’ve been keeping up with your posts on instagram and I’m always blown away.” she turned towards the red and black headed goth. Pete grinned shyly, his cheeks turning red over the compliment. “Thanks, Henri. That means a lot. How are things going with your business?” Pete asked in return. “It’s going, that’s for sure. I started selling some of my finished clothing to some boutiques in LA, and that’s really taken off. Overall, I’m pretty happy about how things are going.” the woman replied, tracing patterns on the table infront of her.

The three continued chatting, not stopping even with the bustling of people around them. Every now and then, the old waitress, Betty, would come and refill their mugs. She had become timid in her older years, no longer fussing at the trio and acting cold to them for just drinking coffee anymore. Instead, she welcomed them warmly, seemingly happy to see her once annoying customers. “How are you kids?” she asked, stopping by their table for the 3rd or 4th time. They struck up conversation, reminiscing on how they used to act hostile towards each other, laughing about the good old days. “Well, I’m glad that you’re all back in town again. My niece is coming to work in a few minutes, she just started and I’m still training her. I hope you don’t mind if she stops by with me.” the waitress informed, before walking over to another table.

Michael, Pete and Henrietta dived back into their own conversation, once again not paying mind to anyone around them. They were absorbed in each other’s lives, wanting to know everything that one another was doing. They could have stayed like that for hours, drinking their bean water all day and all night. Well, that is, until they heard a timid voice that pulled them from their conversation. “Would you like some more coffee?”

The voice wasn’t the same as the old lady’s, and they all turned their attention to the person it came from. At the end of the table stood a young woman, no older than 22. Her (h/c) was pulled up away from her face, a few strands of loose hair falling against her forehead. Her eyes, warm and inviting, were a beautiful (e/c) hue, complimenting her (skin tone) skin. She wore the same blue waitress outfit, complete with a pair of white shoes. In her hand, she held a freshly brewed pot of coffee, a soft smile playing on her lips. Michael couldn’t take his eyes from her, and red began to creep over Pete’s cheeks. The pair stared at her, unable to find the words to talk, stricken by her beauty. Henrietta glared at the duo, a silent way of telling them that they looked like idiots and they needed to get it together.

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind.” the woman finally piped up, drawing her friends out of their love dazed states. The new waitress happily refilled their mugs, turning away from them and moving to the next table. Henrietta grabbed her coffee cup, bringing it up to her mouth. “You guys looked like complete idiots.” she noted, taking a sip of her drink. Now boths men were blushing, looking down at the table while mentally beating themselves up. “Dude, she was beautiful.” Michael finally said, coming to his senses. Pete could only nod, not being able to get her eyes out of his mind. Henrietta rolled her eyes, shaking her head at them.

“Would it be weird to ask for her number?” Michael asked, a grin crossing his face. Pete’s head snapped up at that, his eyes casting a glare to his taller friend. “I don’t think you should. She probably wouldn’t be interested in you.” the shorter male noted, drinking from his cup. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael asked defensively, his attention turning to Pete. The man shrugged in response, setting his cup down. “Well, you’re out on tour for months on end, you barely answer your phone as it is, I just don’t see how that would work out.” Pete replied, casting a glance to Michael. The curly haired ravenette raised his eyebrows incredulously, scoffing at his friend’s words. “Listen, you can be jealous or whatever, but I think I have a better chance with her than you do.” he noted, playing the same game Pete was. Michael’s retaliation only added fuel to the fire that was already forming, and soon, the two men were bickering quietly with each other, giving reasons as to why they would be better and reasons the other didn’t have the chance.

Henrietta sighed, her eyes rolling once again. While Michael and Pete were distracted with each other, the goth woman scanned the room, looking for the new waitress. Her eyes landed on the young woman behind the bar, washing dishes as she listened to the older waitress training her. Quietly, Henrietta slid out of the booth, not gaining attention of the two men who were still quietly arguing, and made her way to the bar. Perching herself on the seat infront of the two waitresses, she waited until they took notice of her at the bar.

It was only then that Michael and Pete had turned to Henrietta, wanting to see who she thought the waitress would pick, and noticing that the goth woman was gone. They looked to each other, brows furrowed before scanning the room. Hearing the familiar laughter of their friend, they both turned towards to the bar in time to see the young waitress writing something on a napkin, passing it to Henrietta before giving her a shy smile. The goth woman stood from the bar, walking back over to the booth where she was previously sat. The two males attentions were on her, watching as she nonchalantly picked up her cup, raising it to her lips. “The answer is neither of you. She’s a lesbian.” Henrietta smirked behind her cup, flashing the napkin the waitress had given her, a name and a phone number written in pink on the white paper. The men could only gawk, their cheeks turning red in embarrassment at the fact they acted like stray dogs fighting over a piece of meant. At the end of the night, they left, Michael and Pete having apologized to each other and now playfully giving the silent treatment to their female friend, who turned and shot the waitress a wink before leaving the building.

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #south park headcanons #sp fanfiction #south park michael #sp michael #south park pete #sp pete #south park henrietta #sp henrietta #sp henrietta biggle #sp pete x reader #sp henrietta x reader #sp michael x reader

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My mother was a teacher's assistant. After school, while waiting for her to finish her after-school responsibilities, I'd hear her and the other teachers gossip about teachers, students, news, and pop culture. The thought occurred to me the other day. I wondered what the other teachers thought of her?

I know my parent's religion is a cult, but I always find myself going it's not a "CULT" cult. I know being raised in it did some damage to me, but my days of analyzing it have thinned out.

They don't do holidays. Easter is the only holiday that gets any acknowledgment, and it's strictly viewed through a biblical lens. No Easter Bunny, no egg hunts, we are celebrating the rise of Christ.

No, they don't acknowledge Christmas, and you don't celebrate your own birthday. 30 was my first and only birthday cake.

There are many different examples of this that can come up, but I'm going to choose the one I remember the most.

Because we don't celebrate holidays or celebrate them in the same way as those who are not, "in the truth," we do not participate in "worldly" celebrations.

So, when a holiday came up, I was not allowed to do class work that used the holiday to educate. I had to be given alternative work.

Now I must be honest, part of me also enjoys this. I see the holidays as the capitalistic bullshit they are, but that's not the point.

The two exclusions I remember most were not being able to give or receive valentines on Valentine's Day and not being able to join in dancing to The Monster Mash around Halloween. I couldn't learn Christmas songs on the recorder, but I never really cared about that.

These ideas were also enforced at home, of course. I've talked on here about my fight to watch Pokemon as a kid, and so on. My parents still believe TV can infect you with demons.

I was thinking about it this morning. There's a post on the blog somewhere that talks about how cults operate. One of the main talking points is separating your followers from identifying with people outside the cult.

Did you notice how I spoke about those who aren't in it? They aren't "in the truth." They're considered, "worldly." You don't want to associate with the world. Associating with the world will bar you from reaching god's paradise.

I've talked on here for years about how I've always felt "outside."

I'm beginning to realize this is the intentional result of being raised in a cult.

My rejection of the cult has left me in no man's land. An outsider everywhere. I enjoy being an outsider of the cult, but the feeling following everywhere has taken its toll.

I've hated myself for so long. Intentionally destroyed myself for so long because of how paralyzed I've felt by this. I've hated how it feels like I'm the only person dealing with these feelings. I know it isn't true. I read y'all blogs. But I am chained to this. The white hot anger I've felt through the years when people dismissed my inability to overcome this mountain.

More and more, I feel like recovery from this is unattainable at this point in the world. There are too many external struggles occurring to truly deal with internal struggles in their full scope.

As I read this back, I realized this may come off as a suicide note. It is not! I'm just going through a reappraisal.

Thinking about how my mother couldn't stand the first noticeably gay male teacher the school got. She blocked me from being instructed by him. I doubt I knew what gay was at that time. I do remember finding the way his masculinity contrasted with the other male teachers fascinating.

Looking back, my fifth grade language arts teacher was most likely a lesbian. I loved her. She'd die before putting on makeup. Each wrinkle was hard fought for. She had to be in her late sixties or early seventies.

She was able to get me placed in an advanced reading program. They read us the first Harry Potter book in the class. She made sure my parents didn't find out what we were reading, and I had the best school attendance in my life.

I never became a Harry Potter fan beyond that class. My one high school friend took me to see Half-Blood Prince. I think I pissed him off. I guessed the "twist" five minutes in and criticized it for being juvenile. 🫠

(Looked it up, 2009, I was 20. I was already a snob by then.)

It's going on thirty years now, and that little act of indulging a child's imagination in the face of massive repression is the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me.

Love how the queer people my mother hated actually recognized my humanity.

Also, I wouldn't put a suicide note under a read more. I'm a vain bitch. I'm pinning that mother fucker.

#I feel like I'm thinking too much.#But if I don't I'll die.#It's exhausting.

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The Sixth Course

The diners were led out to a beautiful al fresco dining setup. The evening air was indeed beautiful, and a series of torches lent an almost primaeval atmosphere to the proceedings. The patrons murmured to each other and while Adele didn't grasp some of it, she didn't care anymore.

Fuck the mission and fuck Winston for sending her into this.

Last mission, yeah, sure.

The hitman had other plans than to die on this stupid island to this fucking cult. Even if the chef had his reasons, they didn't involve her. What else did you expect from a hitman? That she would save the day? Like a hero or something?

Other than Margot, these weren't the type of people she would regret not saving. A bunch of assholes, the lot.

They were huddled together when Chef Slowik spoke again, "Ladies and gentlemen, our next course will be presented by sous-chef Katherine Keller."

Nobody except for Tyler clapped, that kid was sick in the head.

Katherine stepped out of the darkness. She smiled amidst the exquisite silence, her face lit by torchlight, "Good evening, everyone. Three years ago, Julian Slowik tried to fuck me."

What a way to start a conversation.

Chef Slowik nodded slightly but remained impassive. Elsa looked longingly at chef.

His staff wasn't devoted to him. No, they were competing for his acknowledgement.

"I refused his advances. A week later he tried again. And again, I refused. But he didn't fire me. He kept me in his kitchen and refused to look me in the eye or speak directly to me for eight months. He can do that. Because he's the star. He's the man.

Chef Slowik looked away, a bit pained.

"Our next course is called 'Man's Folly'.

Katherine was approached by Chef and stood very close, looking him right in the eyes. She pulled a small pair of scissors from her apron and stabbed him in the thigh. He accepted it with a wince and a nod.

Katherine and Chef Slowik shared a long, meaningful hug. Theirs was a deep understanding that we'll never know. Elsa glowered at the two, jealousy burning behind her eyelids.

"I am sorry," he whispered.

They parted, and a few seconds later a veiny hand grabbed the sharp instrument by the base and pulled it from his tight without much of a flinch. A bloodstain was already forming and it appeared he would walk the rest of the evening with a limp.

"To our male diners. We now offer you the chance to escape. You will be given a 45-second head start, at which point members of my staff will try and catch you. If they do catch you..."

Soren immediately made a break for it and didn't wait for the chef to finish his statement.

"Okay," said Slowik, unbothered, "45 seconds starts now."

At this point, all the other male diners make a break for it too. Readily abandoning the female patrons to their fates with half-assed promises to send help. Slowik laughed to himself as he watched Richard's nearly 70-year-old body approximate a run.

Adele herself bit the inside of her cheek to avoid breaking character, that was funny as hell.

As if any of them truly had a chance to escape their captors.

Tyler was the last to leave the group (thank god for small miracles), but only after Slowik ordered him to. He would fit well into the cult if the chef didn't have such ardent disdain for the young man. The darker corners of Adele's psyche hoped he would have any sort of incident, as long as the hitman wouldn't suffer any moment longer in his grating presence.

"Now, ladies, if you would please follow Katherine back into the restaurant."

The group reluctantly followed the jolly woman back to the restaurant until, "Not you, Miss Cole."

The hitman froze. The other ladies stopped as well, Slowik was quick to placate their worry, "Miss Cole hasn't been feeling well lately, so she will not be joining you for this course."

Her client's eyes darted repeatedly to Adele as he spoke of her absence, which the assassin purposefully avoided. Slowik knew of their connection, no need to give him reasons to suspect more. But out of all of them, it was Margot's worried gaze that got to her the most. The redhead feared for the only person she could consider an ally.

The women knew better than to challenge Slowik's dismissal, even at the cost of another patron, and they finally did something rational. Their continued presence would only hinder the hitman from confronting what Chef truly had in store for her.

The Sommelier held up the timer, the servers got ready to hunt the men on escape. It was only a matter of time and eight servers ran as if they would be getting a reward by the end of it. The only ones standing outside were Adele and Chef with his Sommelier. A single man was kept guarding the door, her chances appeared to have tilted for the better.

The only thing unexpected happened when the chef addressed his Sommelier instead of her, and excused himself with an 'I'll leave you to it.'

As a professional, you would learn to discern the minuscule tell-tale signs someone was about to kill you.

Slowik's meaningful glance was one of those signs.

She watched him walk away before the cheery Sommelier offered her a stroll through the dark forest. Hoping the fresh air would calm her tumultuous stomach. It was eerily quiet around them, not even the wildlife was active as they walked side by side deeper into the thick trees, the canopy hiding away the very stars.

They were a fair distance away from any lights, and Adele's eyes adjusted quickly to the change of contrast. She was home in such darkness and blended in seamlessly with the environment. But the scheming Sommelier wouldn't know that as he marched on, not even recognizing when Adele threw a stone from behind him.

Other senses were heightened in the dark, the Sommelier was no different as he suddenly jerked in the direction of the unexpected sound. Momentarily distracted, Adele struck. She had him fall right into her chokehold as she kicked his knee in. Quickly covering his mouth, she fiercely pulled him back so he couldn't help himself with his feet. His body thrashed, fighting to get air into his lungs, but the hitman had him in an inescapable hold.

The Sommelier lay dead seconds later.

Spitting the gum out, she rummaged through the corpse's pockets, finding nothing but a pocket corkscrew. Huh, might come in handy.

What to do now?

Now that she was free, nothing stood between her and the exit. Nothing but her own conscience - Margot was still at Hawthorne AND her client was there as well. Leaving them to inevitably die wouldn't look good on her resume.

Adele decided that she would take that risk, and venture once again into the lion's den, but this time, on her own terms.

Fearing she had stayed in one place too long, the assassin moved throughout the pitch-black forest like a ghost. Hiding behind thicker tree stumps if there were speedy footsteps in the distance, she had taken out a couple of servers that ventured too far from the group on their search.

Maaan... Charlie was going to have a lot of work to do searching for all those bodies. She would lose a whole stack of coins because of this stupid mission. Checking her small Nokia 3310, there was enough connection to send for all the services she would need later.

Don't judge her. The phone might have been severely outdated, but it was the safest option, and all that she needed to stay connected to the underworld community. Hell, she had even killed a man with it at some point! She would always choose that brick of a phone over any smartphone with a touchscreen so brittle it might shatter at any given inconvenience.

And believe her, there were a lot of inconveniences to look out for in her field of expertise!

Now that all of the male patrons were found and dragged back to the restaurant, the assassin moved at greater speed towards her objective. It wasn't difficult to navigate back to the smokehouse, following the large trail of white gravel. The wooden door was locked, but not chained. Adele used the Nokia's flashlight sparsely as she picked the lock with the corkscrew, but it opened eventually, with a satisfying click.

The door swung open, Adele had to wave away the smoke that infiltrated her nose, looking out for something sharp. There were many unused hooks that would have done, but the assassin looked for something not quite so crude. This was a mission where she was severely outnumbered and open confrontation would not work in her favour.

Aha! This one would do!

Adele spotted a scaling knife and held it against the light of her flashlight, running the tips of her fingers against the edge.

Incredibly sharp. Relatively good in hand.

Armed and lethal, the assassin took off confidently towards the beach, passing Slowik's cottage illuminated perfectly by the moonlight in the distance. The sounds of waves and the salty air were comforting. There should have been a small boathouse here somewhere, but despite knowing the island's layout from photographic memory, it had taken her a good trek further to the east to actually get to it.

It hadn't been locked fortunately, but the small victory turned irrelevant when she discovered there was no boat inside. Somebody from the escaping men must have taken it, because the fisherman left his gear behind.

Fuck!

Plan B then: housebreaking.

Slowik's house was a mere two minutes away, she had already lost ten at the beach. Time trickled by terribly slowly on a mission, but every second counted in a life-or-death situation. Her bug channel had gone dark, even though that could mean she was just too far away, it worried her still. Margot seemed like a decent young woman. Adele liked her.

The lights were off. Seemed, at first glance, like no one was home, but the assassin kept her feet light and movements slow. One crucial thing to notice was that the front door wasn't even locked, so no kicking in then.

A shame, the assassin always felt such a rush coming in with a bang, a penchant of her past life. Inviting herself into the cottage, she waited for a second or two if her ear would pick up something, then proceeded to vaguely reach for the light switch.

"Motherfucker."

Chucked the phrase: 'Don't take work home' right off the window. That man had his kitchen replicated down to the last detail. Even the tables looked the same! Just like in that devilish restaurant. To top it all off, on the far side of the dining room sat a cot. A small table with a lamp and a Bible stood right next to it.

Please don't tell me this was actually where he slept.

In the DINING ROOM of all places! This dude had no chill, as the teens would say.

But it was so quiet here, so clean. Pristine.

Processing, Adele realized something. Sure enough, she found an exact replica of the silver door she had glimpsed earlier in the evening. She tried to open it, but this time, it was locked. No problem for a child from the streets.

You know, for someone this rich his security measures were rather lackluster.

Stepping inside, a lovely room greeted her. A private haven. Warmly lit and beautiful. An actual life. A desk. Leather chair. Stacks of recipe books. Framed photos all along the wall. The assassin couldn't help her intrigue and glimpse at a few of them.

They seemed to be from different points in his life:

A preppy, affluent, young Slowik in a school uniform.

A photo of Slowik, his mom, and a meek-looking man that bored semblance of the recently drowned Doug Verrick.

But there! Adele's attention was on one framed photo in particular. She walked closer and closer to the photo, refusing the urge to take it off the wall by hand and gaze at it for a long beat.

Hamburger Howie's

EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH - AUGUST 1987

- JULIAN SLOWIK -

The raved-haired woman smiled as the zealous Slowik did in it, his cute smile was addictive as he flipped those burgers in that 'Kiss the Cook' apron. He looked so different among the normal folk, so down-to-earth... so... it suited him. Joy, she meant. Impassioned by his craft. The assassin couldn't imagine finding something so worthwhile.

After all, there were many facets in her life that she didn't get to choose.

She didn't choose to be a street rat.

She didn't choose to be abducted and sold into slavery.

She didn't choose to be bought by a crime family.

She didn't choose to become a trained assassin.

She didn't... the past should stay in the past.

Adele Cole was her own person now, pragmatic and far too young to be this cynical but she was what she was.

She was by no means a psychological Sherlock Holmes, gifted with a complex understanding of the human psyche. But those pictures did offer her some clarity or rather an insight into the esteemed Chef's deepest parts. The man behind the icon.

And even if she couldn't comprehend the full spectrum of Julian Slowik's complex nature. Adele understood now that he had been a good man at some point in his life.

Let a criminal be the judge of that.

He belonged to the many men and women who had lost their way, being extremely driven to what they do or what it took to get it done, with no way to escape.

Her old self had only found her way through John Wick.

If only Julian Slowik would have had such a person in his life.

#romance #horror #the menu #julian slowik #chef slowik #julian slowik x ofc #margot mills #john wick #john wick chapter 4 #keanu reeves #john wick 4 #winston scott #eventual happy ending #eventual romance #eventual comfort #eventual relationship #enemies to lovers

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