#woah editing tags for the first time. forgot that was a thing you could do on desktop.

[hijack711]

CHAPTER 2:

Tag(s): fluff, story building, daily life, wholesome moments

After Unity arrived at their home, their leader and his girlfriend were still engrossed in their little world, the lovebirds' conversation continued for nearly three hours, something that was nothing new to his brothers and sisters. Although both Rehn and Rosé kept talking that night, Rehn and the members still proceeded with their housework as usual. When the housework was completed, the group had a family meal together in front of the TV and reviewed their memorable moments.

"Man, I'm so burned out, it's hard to believe that five years have passed since our debut. Wow, now that I think back, back then I couldn't even imagine how far we could go. Back in the old days as trainees, we only focused on practicing to the point we almost forgot everything." - Damian

"For real for real, bro, there were times when I really felt teary. The trainees who had gone through trials with us and shared the ups and downs with us, I don't know how they are doing now?" - Sirene

"That's right, I thought the same as Si-young, those times when we received periodic assessments and then we had to bid goodbye to a lot of trainees we were very close to." - Yuki

"Do you still remember the lyrics of my first rap song with Ivy? Yeah, I've always wondered if everything that ever happened in my life, my achievements, were they happened because of my choice, fate, or both. I wanted to share, but then I realized that this ain't got a Redo button in our real-life game, unlike cat mythology, we only have one life, therefore we have to seize every opportunity we get. Bottom line, we can feel sorry for them, but we also have to take care of ourselves. Cruel but true." - Rehn

"Well, that is life, if we hadn't gone through those things, we wouldn't be able to survive and thrive to where we are now. Furthermore, it's not just you guys who have to experience sadness. Interns have to experience overwhelming sensations of disappointment when they find out they have been eliminated, there are also those who have to endure academic pressure, those who are rejected when applying for jobs, etc. The position that we have worked so hard to achieve to become who we are now is not meant for everyone, I think the same is applied to us. We were just trainees who had to go through competency assessments and requirements and hope that we would be chosen." - Ivy

“Woah, those words of you two hit harder than Mike Tyson.”- Baekgi

“But still can't beat Chuck Norris even when he is not in his prime.”- Rehn

“Hahh.”- Damian

“These kids still have a lot to learn.” - Rehn whispered into Ivy's ear

“Yeah.” - Ivy

The next morning, most of Unity's members went out for different recreational purposes, and only their leader chose to stay home to review his work. Rehn was not only the leader or rapper of the group, he and Ivy also had to take care of crucial tasks such as composing music, writing lyrics, and sometimes even charting the future direction of the group.

Before starting the main work, Rehn had to get his workout done. One thing that many of Unity's friends in the industry knew well was that all six members usually work out with high intensity. Although morning was not the ideal time to exercise for many people, for Rehn, "If an unconventional approach can help you work well, why don't you do it?".

The clock struck nine in the morning and it was time for Rehn to start carrying out the tasks he had set for today. Rehn poured himself a cup of iced coffee and started with one of the typical things a music producer had to do which was listen to your composition over and over again and make edits until you are satisfied. Because he was so engrossed in his work, Rehn did not realize that someone was closely observing him from behind. That person slowly walked towards him while he was staring at the laptop screen. That person gently patted Rehn's right shoulder and then the left one while trying to avoid his sight. After being teased like that for a while, Rehn finally stood up and saw his girlfriend who had just returned from a busy schedule.

“Babe, wow, when did you get here? Have you eaten anything yet?” - Rehn immediately checked on Rosé's health

“Hihihi, after landing I came here as fast as I could. I asked the other three to go home first because I miss you so much.” - Rosé pouted and said

It was that expression again, that aegyo that every time it appeared made Rehn feel extremely lucky to have a woman like Rosé in his life.

“Eat? Can you make banh mi for me? Oh, and an egg coffee, please. While I was working, I kept thinking about the dishes you made.” - Rosé

“Oh my gawddd, lucky for you we still have some in stock enough to make it. Wait a damn minute, don't you need to avoid that?” - Rehn

“Come on, make me a cup, I had to cut coffee out of my diet during the schedule, do it, please. It's your fault for making me so addicted to that delicious beverage” - Rosé

“It's not just the coffee but the eggs too, babe. There are raw egg yolks in it. Except for the eggs in between my legs, the eggs we often use are unpasteurized.” - Rehn

“Yahhhhh! Hahaha. Iced milk coffee then!"” - Rosé

“Haizzzz, ok, follow me.” - Rehn

“Yay, love you, honey!” - Rosé

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#fluff #kpop #character building #blackpink rosé #blackpink

[sarah-sandwich]

Top 5 Creative Works of 2021

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2021. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by @playboyphilanthro-pissed

1) Peaches Ain't Pretty - Gen, Harley Keener-centric - 17k

Harley Keener and his sister Abbie have never had an easy life, but they've always had each other and that's enough. They'll make it be enough.

my beloved ❤ tbh I surprised the hell out of myself with this one. First of all, I was inspired to write it by Devil Town by Cavetown (specifically the version linked--the kid's got like 4 versions now lol). I actually had the idea for this when I first heard the song wwaaaaayyyyy back when I was posting Don't Freak Out in 2020 and working on the sequel, but at that time I was SO overwhelmed (with covid and posting fic for the first time in nearly 2 years, and writing that freaking sequel (haha see what i did?), and covid) so I just ignored the plot bunny and forgot about it. Fast forward to a year later, I started listening to the song again and the idea came back to me and I was like, okay okay I don't have anything better to do rn, I'll just jot down some ideas... Then like 3 days later I had a completed fic lol

BUT before I started, I knew I wanted it to have a certain tone (serious and at times heavy, but not depressing--i wanted those spots of light) and I wanted it to follow the Keeners from childhood to their coming of age into adulthood. Honestly I didn't know if I could pull that off. Writing from a child's perspective is hard. Writing an accent I don't have without making it obnoxious is hard. I'm so stinkin' happy with it though! It turned out as perfect as I could have asked for. It still blows me away when i reread it. Like woah I made that.

When I started writing it I was iffy about working towards a parkner ending bc I really wanted it to be only about the Keeners but I'm weak so that's where it ended up lol And now I'm posting the parkner sequel! Check out A Peach Like You (which technically I wrote in 2021 even though I'm only just now posting it, so it counts)

2) The Distance Between (You and Me) - parkner - 29k

When Pepper offered to begin training him to become CEO of Stark Industries, she warned Harley it would put a target on his back. He didn't take her seriously until after he'd been left chained and shivering in a dark hole for three days.

Rescued but with his kidnappers still at large, Tony recruits a bodyguard to shadow his every step and keep him safe until Tasha can hunt down his kidnappers. Harley isn't impressed. If he wasn't already at his wit's end muscling through nightmares, dissociative episodes, and pretending like he's handling everything like a champ then maybe he'd be able to figure out what exactly makes Peter Parker so special.

Ah the bodyguard AU. This one was so hard to write. Not bc of the fic, but bc of my head space. Real life took a nose dive and let's just say I had a pretty shitty time starting in May last year and it didn't really let up until, uh, November?? Writing felt impossible. I had all these big awful feelings and I couldn't set them aside in order to write. I've never been a vent writer and quite frankly idk how to be honest enough with myself to do that on purpose...

All that to say, it took A LOT to get this one down. Major thank you to everyone--@michellejones-stacy I'm looking at you in particular ily ❤--who cheered me on and shared their enthusiasm with me. It literally wouldn't have happened if I didn't know you guys were looking forward to it. Some days the only reason I pushed myself to write was bc of you so 🙌🎉✨🥰😭 thank you

But then when I finished it, it felt hollow, like I'd gone through the steps of writing but there was no soul in it. I didn't believe the feedback I got telling me it was good. It took until like... last month? When I finally read it fresh that I realized actually yeah, everyone was right and it is good! So I'm super proud of myself that this fic exists at all, but also I'm proud of how it turned out despite my challenges while writing it.

3) The Human Kind - parkner - 3.7k

“Your game of tag made the news again,” Miles says with a frown. “I don’t get why you won’t talk to him.”

“It’s more like hide-and-seek,” he says, not bothering to address the second statement as he pulls off his mask. They’ve been through that song and dance enough times they both know it by heart and it’s lost its spark.

“That’s not how it looks on TV. Looks like a lot of chasing and not a lot of counting.”

“Yet it always ends with me hiding and him giving up on seeking so—,” He waves his hand in a ‘there you have it’ fashion then hits the spider symbol on his suit.

Or: Spider-Man has a stalker but it's not what you think

This one. This one I tried to write angst lol and I hurt myself! So mission accomplished? I re-read this one recently and I'm really happy with it. It starts out light and there are questions laid out that you don't get immediate answers too, but you don't really worry about it bc it's Peter and he's quipping and making jokes and it's fun, right? Then it gets serious and that's when my feelings get hurt.

4) No Need to Rush - parkner - 5.3k

5 times Peter almost says I Love You (but Harley does instead) + 1 time they both say it

(Yes, it's a needlessly complicated take on this trope but it's my needlessly complicated take on this trope)

There's a comment on this fic that essentially calls this the perfect spiderlad fic and that's what pops into my head every time I think of it lmao it makes me realize that this is p much the only fic where I wrote established Iron Lad rather than the beginnings of Harley becoming Iron Lad. I adore this fic in it's own right, but that comment + this fic makes me really really really want to go all out with a spiderlad fic. Harley and Peter fighting side-by-side, the quips and banter, the hurt/comfort, the intrinsic understanding between them that no one else can touch because only they know exactly what they're facing day-in and day-out, partners in every sense of the word--I just *wistful sigh* I'm gonna write one for real, a full-sized fic, and that's that on that.

5) Undercover? I thought you said undercovers... - parkner - 3.7k

Peter and Harley are undercover at a black-tie event and get into a sticky situation

Not that kind of sticky! Get your head out of the gutter you dirty bird

This one is pure fun. I had a blast writing it and I adored all of the squeeing comments I got for it and I get a good laugh out of it every time I re-read it. It's the embodiment of bickering as a love language.

Tagging (with no pressure/if you're busy you're busy): @theoceanismyinkwell @queenofmoons @michellejones-stacy (will it let me tag you twice?? we'll find out) @writingamongther0ses @joyful-soul-collector and anyone else who wants to share their most special babies of 2021! Tag me so I can see 😊

#'long post' #sorry im a rambler #and not in a sexy cowboy way 😔🤟 #'mine' #2021 writing wrap up #sort of #tag games #is that one still allowed apple?? huh? hUH??? #if i tagged you and you've already done something like this feel free to ignore #also if i tagged you and you're low on spoons feel free to ignore or save for later #the world is your oyster #you do you #parkner #harley keener #peter parker #sswrites

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 15: YUU NISHINOYA

prompt: museums (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 840 words | themes: gen!reader. pure fluff i swear

tags: @liliannyah (hi honey here ya go) @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa (send a dm/ask to be added!)

rv: this is kinda cute and sweet i actually liked how this turned out. i actually forgot to edit this and now it’s 4am and it’s a good thing i’m awake or i wouldn’t have posted this in time jxjdjdj. oh and wow i can’t believe i’m already halfway there before i finish fluffvember jdjdjd

✒︎ loud

your eyes glanced up, shifting your gaze from one statue to another as they twinkle upon the aesthetics of the architecture. you yourself had been to a couple of museums before but it sure is your first time to ever appreciate it now that you are not just obligated to be here on a field trip with your classmates and teachers, with an awaiting reflection form by the time you all finish the trip.

now, you were with someone whom you're truly wanted to come here with—but he's not really that unfamiliar at all.

"hey remember when we had that trip in the museum—i just don't remember what that museum was called—but we pranked tanaka-san and he was dragged down the staircase? i mean, i'm sure it hurt but it was so funny, he was so relieved he won't go inside the museum because we all know it's so boring." nishinoya laughs out loud, and it was you who had gotten anxious of the people around you whether they had truly heard the words he said and are now sending weird glances to the two of you.

"but hey it's not like it is boring now that we're together—i mean, now that i'm with you—or did the other sounded better?" he began to stutter before you can even take a look around, your eyes catching the little bit of blush that accumulated on his ears as he scratched the back of his neck shyly. you had the sudden urge to tease him for his bashfulness but you decided to spare the other for that torture and merely smiled, silently walking side by side as you head on to the building.

you had the same thought anyway. the memories from before could easily fade away due to the loss of memorable moments that you could keep, but now you doubt that you would even forget the feeling of naturality and freshness that radiates from your aura as you entered the beautifully constructed doors and lay your eyes on the insides of the entrance.

"woah!" nishinoya says loudly and you whip your head at him, gesturing him to stay quiet or else the guards will probably take the both of you out—which would be embarrassing but it sounds fun too. however, maybe taking a good look around first would be the best considering that you two took the liberty of planning about this outing, or date, or whatever it's called.

"we should lower our voices, noya. we'll get kicked out if we're noisy." you say in a hushed voice and he nods enthusiastically while gesturing as if he was zipping his mouth, making you giggle on the back of your hand.

he laces his fingers back to yours and you let him be, guiding you through the hallways and doors of the museum, as if he knew where he was going. for a moment there, you were thinking that nishinoya has a map of the museum on his mind but that would be impossible... right?

"you sure do know your way around here." you remarked, your eyes scanning on a beautiful painting painted in your favorite colour, its hue instantly catching your eyes, making you halt in front of it, pulling nishinoya to do the same in the process.

“i just remembered my way around here. this is where we first met, right?" he halts and just when you looked at your surroundings, it all felt so familiar yet new at the same time. everything is still kept intact but a few paintings were replaced, however you could still remember that one painting from before and you immediately knew what nishinoya was talking about.

"this... you still remember?" you kept your voice down but you couldn't help but let out a scoff of unbelief, locking eyes at nishinoya who nodded enthusiastically with a huge grin on his face.

"of course. how could i possibly forget? you're the one who called me out for sneezing loud!" he didn't seem like he was complaining but you somehow felt bad that it was how your first meeting was like to your current boyfriend, whom you only had developed feelings with years after the said meeting.

"you really like museums, don't you, (y/n)? that's why i wanted to take you here for our first ever anniversary." he says as he was looking straight at one of the paintings, his eyes glued there but there was a soft smile on his face that you had no idea if it was because of you or the artwork.

but either way, it's still enticing to watch the glimmer of adoration in nishinoya's eyes, sparkling as if he was a star inside a museum. and for you, he was.

squeezing his hand, you leaned close to his side and turned to admire at the same painting he was looking at. and you found that despite being inside the peacefulness of the museum, nishinoya's presence is still loud, along with the drumming of your heart that is now beating for him.

#yuu nishinoya #yū nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu x reader #nishinoya fluff #haikyuu fluff #fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember #roze.fluffvember #roze.hq #roze.daydream

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 9

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU!Detective Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - None, Fluff-ish

Word Count - 1.5k

Square Filled - Clothes Sharing ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - Surprise, this series lives! So, it has been a loooong time. I wasn't originally planning to post this part today but my college is killing me and I am hardly getting any writing (and reading) done. This was already done and edited so I finally decided to post this today.

A/N 2 - This may seem like a filler chapter but it's not, trust me. It's a very important chapter which plays a crucial part in the next chapters. ENJOY!

Beta'd by the absolute sweetheart @deanwanddamons <3<3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist

Groaning loudly, Dean dropped his head as you paced around the room, complaining for the hundredth time that night.

“Will you stop?” He grumbled. You came to a halt when you heard his words and turned to look towards him. Throwing a glare his way you continued your pacing .

“Y/N/N, stop it. This isn't going to solve our problem - it'll only annoy the tenants downstairs,” he said and got up from his chair.

“What are we supposed to do? My pacing around is definitely not helping neither is your what, fourth glass of whiskey,” you retorted.

“Third,” Dean said, “this is my third glass and I'm tryin’ to get drunk.”

“We ended up in this situation because we were slacking and this is exactly what we are doing again,” you raised your voice, regretting your decision to stay at Dean’s house with him, “if you won't even try to get out of this situation, I'll be going back to my house tomorrow.”

“You won't stay alone in that house until we catch that son of a bitch,” he said, setting his glass and walking over to you, “it's dangerous.”

You knew it was dangerous considering how the house you had rented in Kansas was destroyed when you had gone back to get your belongings - furniture was thrashed, utensils were broken and clothes were torn, but nothing was stolen. It was clear that Crowley's men were trying to send you a sign to leave their boss alone.

It was Bobby who suggested that staying alone and travelling a few kilometres everyday to discuss the proceedings of the case would be a bad idea since Crowley and Co. were waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause disruption in the case. And knowing how ruthless Crowley could be, murder and kidnapping didn't seem like a far-fetched option for him.

Dean had piped up saying it would be better to stay at his house since he had noticed your house had a weak security system. His other reason was that he had a car, unlike you.

Needless to say, you had reluctantly agreed to stay with the green eyed detective, but deep down inside, you knew that staying with Dean gave you a sense of security and you didn't want to let that go.

“We will figure a way out,” he said, standing a little too close to you.

“How?” You asked the obvious question.

“I have contacted my brother. He will be working as our lawyer to get them to drop the charges. Sammy will be here early morning tomorrow,” he said, removing a stray piece of hair from your face, “but you gotta cool down, sweetheart. Give that pretty little head of yours a little rest.”

“I-I can't. I am freaking out Dean,” you said.

“I know. You have almost bore a hole in the ground by your pacing,” you hit his arm lightly, making him chuckle, “I'm thinkin’ about the case too.”

“Is Sam-will he be able to….this is a critical one,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I have faith in my brother and he can go to hell and back to save me just like I can. Sammy will do anything to help us. Trust me,” he said, putting a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. This simple act worked like a sedative and you calmed down a bit.

“Join me for a drink,” Dean said and strolled his way back to the couch. You followed him and took a seat beside him. Pouring a drink, he handed you the glass.

“One drink. Only.” You said.

“Alright.”

“Who do you think might be the mole?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink

“It can be anyone. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Rufus-”

“Ruby, you,” he nodded, “me.”

“Like I said, it could be anyone,” Dean said.

“Motive?”

“Depends.”

“Do you think we can prove our innocence?” You asked, “the cops kinda caught us red handed and-”

“It's….tough.” Dean said and jumped out of his seat, knocking over the tumbler of ice.

You tilted your head in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” You insisted.

“A few years back, when we were only fledglings in the bureau, Rufus Turner was working Crowley’s case. This information was in the case file that Bobby gave to us. He had arrested two men in his gang but by the time they had got to know about that dick, they had already lost him. He had escaped the feds again,” he explained, flailing his arms all around in excitement.

“Maybe we can find out who those two men were and interrogate them about Crowley,” you said, smiling a little for the first time that night, knowing you had a lead.

“Now all we need is access to those two men's files. FBI is not gonna help us so we have to take matters in our own hands. I’ll call Ash and ask him to find those,” Dean said and ran back to his room to get his phone.

“Ash? What about Charlie?” You asked, when he came back to the room, “And shouldn't you tell Sam first? He is our lawyer and he should be informed about this.”

“It's not like we are gonna interrogate a witness and Ash is a good friend of mine. He is not a fed whereas Charlie works at the bureau and right now we can't trust anyone who works there because we don't know who might be working as a two-faced devil and ratting us out to the God of the Underworld,” Dean said, dialing Ash’s number.

“Ash,” he said when the said man picked up the phone after a few rings.

“Listen, we are kind of in a tricky situation here-oh you heard….not really, we got one week….no it won't….I know you're a busy man, Ash,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, “but we need your help….yeah….the thing is we need access to the old case files related to the drug mafia Crowley….yeah I know that genius….can't you-fine….I owe you one.”

“So?” You asked, hoping for good news.

“Ash will let us know by morning,” he said.

“Can we trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“What do you think you're doing?” Dean asked, raising his brow.

“Relaxin’,” you shrugged, “you should try to relax sometimes.”

“You think you're such a smartass, huh?” He said and plopped down on the couch beside you, making you giggle.

“Thanks for tonight, Winchester,” you turned towards your friend.

“For what? For helping you calm down when you were running around like a headless chicken?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “you know what I mean.”

“I'm here for you. We're in this shit together and I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said as you moved closer to him.

“And I have faith in you.” He pulled you closer and kept your head on his shoulder. He hummed in response. You closed your eyes, sighing loudly, but the sweet moment of coziness was interrupted quickly.

Your eyes flew open, “You son of a bitch, Winchester! Way to ruin a moment! How dare you put ice in my sweatshirt?” Dean laughed out loud.

“First of all, that's my sweatshirt you are wearing and you were looking too peaceful with your head on my shoulder,” he laughed.

“Fuck you!” You growled, and hit his arm hard.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arms. Dean effectively dodged your second attack, “woah, easy there tiger.” By now you were laughing too. As your laughter died down, you looked at Dean and saw him smiling softly at you. You blushed furiously under his strong gaze.

“You hungry?” Dean asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh-huh. Kinda forgot about food today until now.” You said, diverting your eyes.

“I'm thinking about ordering pizza. You okay with that?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said.

Half an hour later, as you were enjoying the delicious pizza and watching some crappy tv trying to put a break on the racing thoughts, you heard Dean speak.

“About earlier,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah. You better be sorry Winchester,” you gave him an annoyed look.

“No, I'm not sorry for that. It was fun,” he laughed.

“No it wasn't,” you said, but failed to hide the smile threatening to take over your face.

“It made you smile,” he pointed out.

“Fine, you're forgiven,” you said as Dean gave you a cheeky grin.

“In all seriousness, what I said earlier, I meant it. I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your skin tingling with an unknown sensation.

“I know,” you said, “I think I should go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us.” Dean nodded as you got up and made your way over to his guest room.

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[lumini-317]

Okay, my first time posting any type of fic to be seen by the public. I have no idea if my writing is any good or not but I do enjoy it as a past-time so if anybody else enjoys reading it then that’s good enough for me. Also, this fic just sort of starts and ends abruptly, so I apologize. I’m bad at making longer fics, I just end up losing interest and it’s such as waste of (my idea of) a good prompt. Plus I spend so much time writing them only to just stop and leave it at a random spot. It’s very frustrating. So I decided to just make short-ish ones, at least for now.

Title: None

Characters: My OCs; Felix, Cameron, Parker, and Kyle.

Tags: Whump, hybrids, hybrid whump, mentions of blood, airsoft gun injuries, violence against hybrids? Is that a good tag? I have no idea.

Notes: I don’t really have many details about the make-believe world this takes place in. The hybrids are pretty stereotypical, humanoids with animal features such as cat/dog ears, antlers/horns, fangs, and tails. They’re mostly put on the same level as animals such as deer, horses, dogs, cats, etc. Some can talk, others can’t. Some can shift into more animalistic forms, others can’t. Stuff like that. I might change some stuff and make a more detailed post about it in the future, and maybe write fics based on it. Maybe. Edited Note: I forgot to mention that I decided that it would be cool if every type of hybrid had its own species name. I used a generator to come up with some like Lasera = Wolf, Duano = Deer, Komo = Mix, etc.

I hope you enjoy!

-Start-

Cameron and Parker jumped out of the jeep as soon as it had come to a stop. “What happened?” The older of the two panted as he ran up to Kyle, Parker hot on his heels.

“Some brats started shooting at Felix with their airsoft guns while I was checking his water,” Kyle recalled hastily. “He panicked and ran into the wire fence and got his antlers stuck. I scared the brats off but you need to hurry, Felix is gonna seriously hurt himself with the way he was struggling. He’s on the south side.”

Cameron nodded curtly and collected some supplies before entering the enclosure, waving for Parker to follow.

They reached the hybrid within a few minutes. The poor thing had tired himself out struggling. His shirt was damp with sweat and his quick raspy breaths could be heard yards away; he looked like he would fall over the second he came loose.

“Poor guy’s exhausted,” Cameron spoke sympathetically. “Even after we get him loose, we’ll have to keep a close eye on him. That kind of stress could kill a hybrid.”

Parker hummed in agreement. “That’s gonna be a lot of work,” he murmured, eyeing the wire that had become severely entangled in the hybrid’s antlers.

“Let’s just be careful.”

With that, they slowly approached the Komo, who was facing away from them and didn’t acknowledge them; though Cameron knew he was aware of their presence.

“Hey, Felix,” Cameron called when he saw the hybrid’s eyes were trained on him. “We’re going to help you, alright?” The hybrid only growled a warning and pinned his ears back in reply.

They got closer, and at first it seemed as if Felix was simply too exhausted to try and fight them.

That was, of course, until Cameron reached his hand out to grab onto an antler. The Komo flipped out, once again kicking and pulling against the fence with great desperation.

“Woah, boy!” Cameron yelped and jumped back in surprise. “Stay back, Parker! Watch his arms and legs.”

The younger handler listened and took a few steps back, concern written all over his face. “Can’t you tranq him? He’s going to hurt himself!”

“I used the last I had on hand on a sick Lasera just before I came over here. We don’t have enough time to get more.” Cameron was starting to feel a bit panicked, as well. But he stayed focused and went through his options.

After a few seconds, a plan came to his mind. It was risky but it was all they had. He reached into his supply bag and found a blindfold and some rope. Just what he needed.

He handed the blindfold to a confused-looking Parker and kept the rope for himself.

“What-“

“Once he runs out of steam again, go up behind him and tie that over his eyes,” Cameron ordered simply, untangling the rope. “Then, I’ll come in with the rope, tie him up, and then we should be able to help him without getting killed.”

Parker nodded obediently.

“Once we get him out of the fence, we’ll need to hold him down on the ground to get the rest of the wire out and look for any serious injuries,” Cameron finished explaining the plan a few moments before Felix exhausted himself again. The hybrid’s bangs stuck to his forehead and sweat was dripping off of his nose and chin; his breathing was on the verge of being hyperventilation.

Seeing this, the older boy was worried that he would die if they didn’t hurry up. The concerns became even greater when Felix’ legs momentarily gave out. The Komo nearly hung himself before quickly and clumsily getting back on his feet again.

Cameron prepared to leap into action, “Get ready, Parker.” Parker nodded and got into place, waiting for the signal. It came in the form of a short, “Go!” and he rushed forward, wrapping the material around the hybrid’s head and covering his eyes. Felix panicked for a second, kicking out and nearly hitting Parker before freezing up.

Cameron came up beside them and carefully wrapped a loop around Felix’ right hand, moving it over Parker’s head and then doing the same with the left. He pulled the rope which brought the hybrid’s hands together behind his back.

Felix didn’t put up too much of a fight, he just pulled on it a little and whimpered.

“It’s okay, Lix,” Cameron assured softly. That’s when the hybrid’s legs gave out, and he made no move to get back up again. It caused his neck to bend in an angle that put pressure on his windpipe. “Felix! Shit. Shit! Hurry and hold him up so I can cut the wire.”

Cameron was never more grateful that Felix wasn’t full grown, and wouldn’t even reach the size that most hybrids did as adults. It meant that it was relatively easy for Parker to hold him up as the older boy cut the wire surrounding the antlers.

He made the final cut and grabbed onto Felix’ antlers before telling Parker, “Okay. Let him down.”

They slowly lowered him to the ground and onto his back. Cameron loosened the ropes around his hands so that they rested by his sides instead of being smashed under his back. “I’ll check him over. Hold onto his antlers, just to be safe,” he told the younger handler, who did as he was told.

The first thing Cameron did was check the Komo’s pulse. It was unsurprisingly too fast, and putting his ear to Felix’ chest told him the same about his breathing.

Then he lifted Felix’ shirt, and cursed under his breath at the sight of multiple ugly welts littering his chest and stomach.

“What is it?” Parker asked worriedly.

“Those bastards actually hit him. They weren’t even just trying to scare him, they actually hit him.” Cameron was seething. The second they were done treating Felix, he was going to go and demand that better security measures be taken to protect the hybrids from scum like that.

He pulled out some medical cream from his bag and started liberally applying it, a terrifying scenario playing out in the back of his mind as he went from one welt to another.

What if it had been real bullets? What if Kyle didn’t see it happen and didn’t find him until tonight? He would’ve probably been dead by then.

He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

Soon, he was done with the front, so he and Parker worked together to flip him onto his stomach and Cameron worked on the welts on his back.

When he was done with that, and they had flipped Felix onto his back again, Cameron returned his attention to the wire still wrapped in the Komo’s antlers.

Felix’ breathing had slowed down, leading Cameron to believe that he was unconscious. He certainly wouldn’t be calming down if he was aware of the hands on his body. But, as luck would have it, that’s when the hybrid’s breathing hitched, before speeding up yet again. He whimpered and struggled to free his hand.

“I guess he’s awake,” Parker said, holding on tighter to Felix’ antlers in case he started trying to move around more.

“It’s okay, Felix. I’ll finish this as quick as I can,” Cameron grunted as he cut the first wire with a “Clip”.

The hybrid flinched every time he heard the sound of the clippers cutting through the wire, but other than that and the occasional whimper, he didn’t struggle against them. The older boy was grateful for that, though he was worried about it as well. It only meant Felix was just too tired to fight back.

He did his best to speed up the process without endangering his own fingers and clipped the last wire a few minutes later. He pulled the mess off and tossed it to the side and began inspecting the antlers and the top of the hybrid’s head. Felix yelped when he ran his finger around the base of the antler and he pulled his hand back to find a little blood. It wasn’t much, and definitely not life threatening, but he still needed to add some cream to maybe give him some relief.

“He okay?” Parker asked, loosening his grip on the antler that was bleeding.

“Yeah, probably just a little sore,” Cameron answered as he applied the cream. “It’s not as bad as when he sheds and grows them back. That’s hell for him. Poor guy.” He gave a sympathetic pat to the hybrid’s shoulder, being mindful of the welts. Then he got up and got a hold of the blindfold off, “Alright, he’s good, let him go. Run back as soon as he’s free.”

Parker let Felix’ antlers go and ran a few feet away. Cameron quickly pulled the blindfold off of the hybrid’s eyes before running over to join the handler-in-training.

At first, Felix didn’t move, he just laid there and blinked. Cameron was beginning to worry again until the Komo finally got up to his feet. He stood there for a second—his legs shaking slightly, looked at his rescuers, and began walking to the tree line. A little ways there, he started running. It was slow, clumsy, and he stumbled a few times, but a weight was lifted off Cameron’s shoulders. Felix was gonna be okay.

He went over and picked up the supply bag and the wire he had cut off of Felix’ antlers. He gave the wire to Parker and threw his arm over the younger’s shoulder, “How was that for your first encounter with Felix?”

“Exciting, to say the least,” Parker sighed. “And tiring. Will he really be okay?”

Cameron nodded, “Yep, Felix is one of the toughest hybrids I’ve ever met. We’ll just need to check on him every so often, make sure that he’s not too scared to get food and water.”

“Why would someone even want to do that to a hybrid?”

Cameron shrugged, “Don’t ask me. I don’t find any fun in harassing innocent beings. Some people are just messed up.”

The younger of the two kicked a rock and hummed in agreement. “I’m just glad the hybrids here have people like you looking out for them.”

“I enjoy doing it, too. They deserve that protection. You’re really helping us out, too, ya know that?”

Parker ducked his head but Cameron could still see the hints of a blush. “Thanks, I- I love working with the hybrids,” he said shyly.

Cameron chuckled fondly and ruffled the boy’s hair.

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

Once they reached the gate, they met Kyle, and Cameron made sure to tell him to have the repair workers fix the fence, and that he would check on Felix himself every few hours so Kyle wouldn’t have to.

-End-

#my first attempt #my first OCs #hybrids #hybrid whump #blood #my first fic #i tried #but it was also mostly just for fun #and to experiment #and to practice #whump #i dont know how to tag #field medicine #? #i think? #writing whump has helped me deal #with the death of my dog #so even if people dont like it #it is very cathartic for me #and like i said #im new to this #please go easy on me #though constructive criticism is very much appreciated

[serena-hart-09]

A Story’s Analyzation Chapter 2 : A New Morning, for Old Evenings...

It seems I completely forgot to add notes (and one more tag) to the last chapter.... *slowly runs away embarrassed* Please excuse me of my mistakes, this is my very first work..... And yes, I don’t have an editor. All the typing and editing is done by me..... so expect some (maybe a lot of mistakes) in my works. As it is, I am posting all the other chapters from ao3 and finally post the new chapter by tomorrow..... I hope you enjoy this chapter! Have a great day ahead! (P.s. I would really like some fic writing advices/suggestions!)

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“What is this a set for a horror film?” Mc says looking at the mansion in front of them. It was a big mansion but it felt cold, creepy and too much eerie. “Mc, this the House of Lamentation.” Satan says while looking at them with curiosity. Mc lets out a small “oh”.  Mc looks at Lucifer and asks him, “Hey, what about my stuff? You know like clothes, etc. etc.?”

“They are already transported in your room.” He replies as he unlocks the door.

“Eh? Really?”

“Yes.”

After entering all the other brothers except Lucifer and Mammon retreat back to their rooms. “We’ll meet each other tomorrow, sweetie!” Asmodeus looks at them with the same sparkling eyes from before. “Yes, we will if you stop trying to get in my pants for a damn second.” They say uninterested not even looking at him. “My how cold!” he continues with very concerning face as if saying ‘Challenge Accepted’. He gives them a flying kiss before finally going back in his room.

“Be very careful with that one, human.” Mammon says while looking at them seriously. Mc looks at with shock, “Aww, it seems u care for me!”

“Wha- I don’t!”

“You do!”

“Shut up, you crazy human!”

Lucifer coughs loudly to get our attention, “We shall now show your room, come follow me.”

“Alright!” They say with a cute face. Lucifer looks at Mammon who is blushing and mumbling how cute were right now.

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“This is your room.” Lucifer looks at them with a smile who is ignored by the said human who is excited as a child on Christmas. “Woah! This is so cool!”

Lucifer doesn’t know if to feel offended or to smile at their cute excitement. While being lost at his current confusion, Mc’s voice draws him back to reality, “Hey, is there anything else I need to know?”

“A-ah yes, your RAD uniform and other clothes are kept in the closet.” ‘Di-did I just stuttered?!’ Lucifer thinks to himself. “Tch” he looks at the wall of vines as if to will them on fire for this embarrassment. He then looks at Mammon who was behind him was trying his best not to laugh at his brother. Lucifer glares at him which makes Mammon feel as if he lost 100 years of his life. All while this is happening the human looks around the room. They finally look at the RAD uniform in the closet. “What in the hell is this, monstrosity of a cloth?”

“That is the uniform, stupid human.” Mammon looks at them snickering.

“If this is a uniform, why is it so……” Mc drifts off as they don’t have words to describe the uniform. “Seriously, whose design is this? Most importantly, who approved of it?”

“Stop complaining about the uniform. You will wear it even if you don’t like it.” Lucifer says with ‘oh scary and commanding voice’. Mc sighs, putting the uniform back in the closet. The look at them.

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“Uh, guys?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going back in your rooms? Because I am gonna change out these clothes.”

Both of them look at them with shock as if they remembered something very important, they forgot. Lucifer says nothing but a small goodnight. Mammon stutters out how it’s the human’s fault he forgot.

“They are quite cute!” Mc thinks aloud after finally searching for their clothes and changing into them. ‘Well let’s see what happens tomorrow……’ they think as finally slumber takes over them.

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“Good morning…” Mc says finally coming down in the dinning room from their room and also from finally wearing the disaster of an outfit that is called as the uniform in this place.

“Good morning Mc, Darling!” Asmodeus calls them across the table. “Good morning and please leave me alone if you are still trying to get me on your bed, cause I’m not in the mood.” They say as they take their seat. “Well, good morning to you too, Mc” Satan speaks as he enters the room, they nod at him with a smile. “Good morning, Beel.” they say as the said man in eating his breakfast with a lot of speed. Beel too, nods at them as if say ‘yeah good morning’.

“Good morning, Mc.” Lucifer greets them across the table sitting on the chair like a king drinking his coffee, “the one thing I forgot to mention was that we take turns in the kitchen to cook for our daily meals. Now that you are also a resident of this house it’s only fair for you to take a turn as well.”

“Ah, yes I will.” They say with a tired smile.

“Hm? Did you not have a good sleep?” he looks at them.

“Do you want to hear me complain about the uniform, again?” Mc dead pans at him. Some small snickers and laughs could be heard from the residents sitting the room.

“…..No”

“Alright.”

Lucifer looks around the table as if something is missing, “brothers, where is Levi-”

Just then the door opened with a loud bang. ‘Seriously, they should stop entering dramatically with a bang. Does this family have drama in their veins instead of blood?’

“MAMMON!” the new male with indigo coloured-hair is angrily walking towards Mammon who is flustered. “Ah, here comes the tax collector” he says while trying to run. But before he could he the man is already at Mammon’s throat; he goes on about saying how he wanted his money back from Mammon so he could buy a figurine.

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, what have you done now?” Lucifer asks pinching his nose bridge.

“Avatar of Greed?” Mc asks.

“Yes, Mammon’s the Avatar of Greed and the second eldest.” Satan fills the blank in Mc’s question.

“Second eldest?”

“Yes, we are seven brothers in total. Lucifer the eldest of us, Mammon the second eldest, the guy who is trying get his money from Mammon is Leviathan third eldest Avatar of Envy, me the fourth brother, Asmodeus the fifth brother and Beelzebub the sixth brother……” Satan says with a hushed voice while looking at them with a serious face.

“Wait, but you just said there are seven of you-”

“GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SCUM!” Leviathan….?..... screams at the top of his lungs. This makes Lucifer angry and lash at them “BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET! I’VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES NOT TO FIGHT DURING MEALS. IF YOU CONTINUE THIS BEHAVIOUR, I’LL HANG BOTH OF YOU FROM THE CHANDELIER FOR REST OF THE WEEK!”  this seems to quieten down both of them and they sit down.

After a moment of silence……

“Aaaah! Lucifer a stranger! Why is a stranger here?!” Leviathan screams yet once again while pointing a finger at Mc. Lucifer holds his head in his hands as if contemplating his life decisions.

This time, Asmodeus decides to fill in Leviathan with the information and explain it to Leviathan in a very excitable tone even talking about how they did not got seduced by him and how ‘he will change that’. Leviathan looks at Mc as if looking at a tiger in a zoo for the first time and trying to ask ‘this one doesn’t bite right?’

After eating his breakfast, he goes back to his room it seems, while the others gather near the front door. Mc asks Mammon if Leviathan doesn’t go to RAD. “……He doesn’t like crowds.” Mammon answers as he looks at Leviathan’s room door with a frown.

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“So, how was your rest of the first day here?” Diavolo asks with an excited tone and a giant smile. Currently Lucifer, Mc, Diavolo and his green-haired butler Barbatos who Diavolo finally introduced to Mc are sitting in the gazebo- like place in a garden between the RAD building and the Royal Palace.

“It was good. I am excited for the days to come.” They say as they sip the tea that Barbatos made. ‘I should probably ask him the name of the tea. It’s really nice.’ Regardless, of the first impression that Barbatos had it seemed that he was polite if not a little friendly with Mc.

“Great! Anyways, what do you in Human World Mc?” you can literally see the stars of excitement in his eyes, “Pardon my excitement, its just this is my first time talking to a human!”

Mc chuckles at this, “I don’t do much, I am scientist, I create some magical implements for the officers at the place I work at.”

“Oh? What is this place you work at?” Lucifer asks curious at the mention of magic.

“Was it not mentioned in my file? The student file, I mean.” they look at him with a question mark on their face.

“Ah, no. It wasn't there for some reason.”

“Lucifer that is dangerous you know. I mean what would happen if it wasn’t me but a mob boss or someone dangerous?” Mc tells Lucifer in a slight teasing tone.

“…..”

“But anyways, what place do you work in?” Diavolo with a bright voice trying to change the subject.

“Hmm….. Let’s say a police force or the Organization but instead of arresting those without magic they arrest the ones that misuse magic for their own good by destroying people’s life in the process. I help them by creating new useful implements and providing with said implements.” They finish as the bring the cup to their lips to drink their tea.

Diavolo looked like he was over the moon after hearing the new information. While Barbatos’s expression was unreadable. Lucifer was between curious and doubtful.

“I do write Novels under an alias as well.”

“Really?! What type of novel? What is your alias?”

Mc smiles at this, “That’s a secret!”

“Aww….”

“At what position do you stand in the Organization?” Barbatos asks with a knowing smile.

“Ah, one of the Founders.”

“Founder? You created the Organization?” Diavolo asked excitedly.

“Yes, with my friends to be exact. After graduation my friends and I used to work for another police force until we revolted and things went a little out of control. When things became normal, we created said police force or rather the Organization.”

“Why did you revolt?” Lucifer asks them with an unreadable expression.

“….. Many people died even some my family-like friends too………. that place….. abandoned us to die…..not only that the killed a lot their own officers……we didn’t want more people to die that’s why………” they answer with sad and longing voice.

“Mc…. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, no don’t be you just asked it out of curiosity.” They give him a small smile. He continues to look at them, at their eyes to find an answer if they were really alright. They too look at him with concern in their eyes.

“Ahem.”  Diavolo’s voice removes both of them from their trance. “I truly apologize if we resurfaced some not so good memories.” He gives them an apologetic smile.

After that, they talk about everything else to change the topic from the past.

Mc happily talks about their favourite cuisine form the human world, and promises The Fantastic Three, that they will make it for everyone to taste. They also talk about their favourite cake and pastries all while Lucifer looks at them with softness in his eyes. Diavolo of course notices this and smirks at Barbatos.

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Barbatos can feel the literal excitement of his Young Master. He sighs internally knowing of what’s to come…

Just then a pair of new people enter in the room. One them speaks “Greetings Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer.” While the other one is hiding behind him  

“Yes, Good Afternoon Simeon. Mc, this is Simeon one of the exchange students from the Celestial Realm.” Mc extends their hand, “I am Mc, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Simeon.”

“Likewise.” Simeon shakes hands with them and smiles.

“Ah, it has been while, Chihuahua.” Lucifer’s smug voice is heard

‘Chihuahua?’ they think themselves.

“I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES I’M NOT A CHIHUAHUA YOU DAMN DEMON!” a childlike voice screams at him as a new person comes in Mc’s view. ‘Wait, a child?’

“Ah, this is Luke the Chihuahua, Mc. He’s the other exchange student from the Celestial Realm.” Lucifer says with a smug expression.

Mc looks at Luke. Luke looks at Mc. Mc walks over to Lucifer-

“Do Not Insult My Child.”

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‘Seriously, did they lost all sense by bringing a cute harmless child in such a dangerous game?

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*Sigh*

Well, this story is quite chaotic….. it seems none them even realize that the Organization’s name wasn’t even mentioned. Well, I shouldn’t complain after all it does gives me an advantage for cutting some slack……

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Huh? Who are you?

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Oh, I see its you.

Tell me of your day, how was it?

…. Hm? Confused, are we?

It’s alright, I know who you are……….

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Reader~. hehehe’    

#shall we date obey me #obey me fic #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #book of observation series

[lord-of-the-queers]

Bastard Bilbo: a thread (in no particular linear order)

((Based off this post @bag-my-oak-hole, feel free to add on as u see fit))

[Note: a fantastic example of Bastard Bilbo that’s in the book is in Chapter 10: A Warm Welcome, where Thorin is grumbling abt the barrel ride, and Bilbo basically says “r u dead from it? No? Ok then. Get over urself so u can help me get the others out and we can continue this quest that U wanted to do” and Thorin is basically like “yeah ok, gimme a sec. thanks bb<3”. It’s fucking hilarious and if u have a chance to read the actual passage pls do i was cryingg]

Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire, aka when they escaped from the goblins and everyone’s shitting on Bilbo bc they think he left or got lost again lmao. First words out of his mouth are “exCUSE me—“ as he just kinda reappears out of thin fucking air. Everyone’s like “woah how’d u escape” and he just responds with “oh no no, that can wait until after we set some things right” and he’s just so pissed it’s fucking hilarious. Thorin asks him why he came back and Bilbo says “well, i was going to say something meaningful and heartfelt, but since you decided to run your mouth it is purely out of spite. I’m going with you, and we are making it to that damned mountain if i have to drag all thirteen of you there by myself; and when this silly quest is finally done and over with, Thorin Oakenshield, I will never have more satisfaction in saying the words ‘i told you so’ to another person in my entire life.” The rest of the dwarves are trying so hard not to start howling with laughter, and Thorin is just standing there like 🥰

Bilbo has saved their collective asses a few times and when anyone but especially Thorin says something along the lines of “thanks we owe you one” he just snaps. “One. One?! You owe me a lot more than one. For as small and incapable as i am, as all of you love to point out, it seems like i’m the one doing all the heavy lifting.” Someone says, “don’t worry, we’ll see to it that your deeds are heavily rewarded” and Bilbo responds, “ohho, it had better be. I don’t care much for gold, but the things i would do for the smallest amount of recognition are nearing unparalleled.”

Idk i just need Bilbo to say fuck, shit and jesus christ over and over as he’s killing the spiders in Mirkwood. Like pls.

U know that part in the movie where they’re nearing Rivendell and Gandalf disappears, and Dwalin says “he’s abandoned us.” Bilbo says “i could never imagine why”

Mentioning to Thorin that maybe his idea to kill Smaug, a fire breathing gold obsessed dragon, by encasing him in molten gold was probably not the smartest idea, and was more likely to just piss him off than anything else, and Thorin being like “hush Bilbo i know what I’m doing”. Smaug gets out and makes his way to Esgaroth. Bilbo says, “well i suppose I’m going to have to say it twice now.” And Thorin’s like “say what twice?” Bilbo: “i told you so. You stupid bastard.”

In Esgaroth when the dwarves are being rude to Bard: “i would remind you all to mind your manners, but throughout this entire venture it has been made abundantly clear that you have none whatsoever to speak of.”

On Ravenhill, Bilbo blowing up on Thorin while taking out orcs and goblins left and right like an absolute madman (“of all the incompetent *stab* overzealous *swipe*, egotistical *chop*” , etc.) and you can practically see Thorin’s eyes form into little hearts.

Uhhh to be continued.

Edit: forgot to tag @bagginshieldoferebor

#incorrect hobbit quotes #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin #bagginshield #thilbo #bastard bilbo #martin freeman

[ladynestaarcheron]

Like Pristine Glass - Chapter Eighteen

ao3 - ff.net - masterpost

(tagging these cuties: @humanexile @skychild29 @rhysandsdarlingfeyre @candid-confetti  @rhysandsrightknee @missing-merlin @azriels-forgotten-shadow @books-and-cocos @sezkins79 @city-of-fae @someonemagical @dusty-lightbulb @messyhairday-me @rinad307 @superspiritfestival )

so, i recalled earlier this week that in canon, showers don't exist. you might be thinking, hey lior zoë, what are you talking about? allow me to refresh your memory. in acowar, nesta confesses to feyre in front of the inner circle that her ptsd is triggered by taking baths, because of the cauldron. so she has to bathe in buckets. feyre assures her that they will come up with some contraption that will allow her to clean herself some other way. in the snippet from the end of acofas (which we now know is called A Court of Silver Flames, btw!!), nesta mentions her ability to slip into a bath is huge progress. so presumably, feyre has not given her this contraption. i think about this all the time, because the idea of a superior race with all the magic in the world not having ever invented showers is so supremely stupid to me. however, it has come to my attention that on two occasions I have forgotten this, and mentioned showers in previous chapters of lpg. i have elected to continue ignoring this and in the future will continue to reference showers. but in accordance with the rules of the game, I can no longer call this fic canon compliant AU. henceforth, this fic is a showers exits!AU and nothing more.

enjoy.

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February 9 - 4 years after

The last of Sugar Valley's snow melts in early February, and as mid-month nears, the weather almost looks warm outside. Of course, it is still plenty cold, so every morning brings a new argument on whether or not Avery has to wear her coat, which sparks an identical one with Nicky.

Nesta takes a deep breath. "All right, Avery," she says. "Stand outside for one whole minute without your coat. Just on the porch. Yes, you too, Nicky."

"I want Ollie to come too," Avery demands.

"No, Ollie doesn't want to stand in the cold without a coat. There you go. Your minute starts...now."

Nesta watches the two of them stand on the front porch, Nicky enjoying himself like it is a game and Avery, cross and stubborn, glaring at her.

Ollie sits on the floor next to the door, working on putting his boots on by himself. He's quiet except for slight whispers as he coaches himself on how to tie his laces.

"Had enough?" Nesta calls.

"I'm cold, Mummy."

"Well, come inside and put on your coat, then," Nesta says, doing her absolute best to keep her voice even.

Nicky does, but Avery remains outside, scowling.

Nesta takes a deep, shaky breath. "Avery," she says. "I can see you're shivering."

Avery stomps her foot. "I am not."

Nesta closes her eyes. "All right," she says. It's far too early in the day to choose a hill to die on. "Let's just walk to nursery, then."

Nesta wraps Avery's coat inside hers—she can't hold it normally, for if Avery sees it, she'll throw a fit. She fastens her buckle tightly, so the smaller coat won't slip down her body and she can still use both her hands to hold onto her children.

But Avery doesn't want to hold hands today.

Eventually, she manages to get all three of them to nursery, with Avery in her sour mood the whole way, Ollie keeping to himself as much as possible, and Nicky blissfully unaware of both his sister's and his mother's irritation.

She sneaks the coat into their teacher's hands and leaves after only two quick kisses goodbye—Avery has joined her friend Emilia in a game and refuses to pay Nesta any mind at all.

So Nesta scowls on her way to start her day, too. Perhaps even more than usual, for Maz ducks behind a bookshelf as soon as he sees her.

"How have you scared him off already?" Zeyn asks, laughingly, from behind her.

Nesta whips around. "All I did was walk in here!" She can't help her outburst. She doesn't have many outlets. She'll take what she can get.

But Zeyn is rather used to this, and his easy-going personality never falters. "Woah," he says, holding his hands up. "Coffee's in the back room. Come with me."

She'd like to stew in her misery for a bit longer, actually, but Zeyn doesn't let her, pushing her along and sitting her down in a chair.

"Is it the workload?" he asks her. "I know you've been taking the brunt of those Prythian writers..."

"It's all of it, Zeyn," Nesta says, dejected. "It's the writers and my regular workload and Avery's going through this phase...and Ollie's being quieter than usual and I think his lungs are part of the reason, really..."

And she doesn't say it to him, but it's Cassian, too. Not that he's done anything wrong, it's just...he's been in the Night Court all week, and she has grown so used to having him around. And now it feels like everything has been dumped upon her alone. Pairing this with that "paperwork" that Amorette had started doing, which is shaping up to be a huge opportunity for her in Ciyaluck...Nesta's never felt more burdened in her life.

"At least Nicky's still singing to himself," she says miserably.

"Ava's not exactly depressed, Nesta," Zeyn says, teasing slightly.

"I think she hates me now."

"She doesn't! Like you said, it's just a phase."

"It's not..." Nesta swallows. "It's just a lot."

And now she can't even share with him, because...well...it feels too weird. She and Cassian have been co-parenting for months now. She's been slowly easing Zeyn out of conversations like this, and to suddenly talk about something as intimate as her relationship with her daughter with such brazenness...it feels wrong to be talking to anyone else this way.

But that isn't right. She still loves Zeyn. He still helped her with the children so much when they were born, when she was pregnant.

"It feels a lot to handle sometimes," she says finally.

Zeyn cups her face with his hand. His eyes, warm as ever, twinkle at her. "You don't have to handle it alone," he promises, voice sweet.

She summons a smile. "Is that an offer to edit these short stories I just got?"

Her ill attempt at humor works. He laughs and breaks apart. "Count on it."

---

February 3 - 1 year after

It was a good thing Adil had found her a house when he did, because the deals with the bank and with Erest, the councilhead, were finalized just as Nesta grew to be too big to fit through the door of her room at the inn.

Nesta had actually been looking forward to her second trimester, because of the promise of not greeting every morning with violent illness, and then crumpling up in a heap on the bathroom floor.

But it seemed that the first day she had awoken to find all she had eaten before going to bed yesterday had successfully stayed down, was also the day she thought she would not be able to get out of bed on her own. While it was true—in her case, at least—that the fourth month of pregnancy brought with it the energy that had all but disappeared completely these past few months, it wasn't much use if she was too heavy to handle herself.

Amorette, her healer, was pleased to note every pound Nesta gained. She had been worried, at first, having heard tell of females unable to produce enough space and nutrition for multiples and losing all of them, one after the other, but Nesta was having no such troubles. She—and Miri—had assured her that she did not look to be the same size as her new two-story house, though.

(There was some concern about the size of one of the triplets, a male, significantly smaller than the other two, but Amorette said as long as they were keeping an eye on it all, they should be fine.)

"Right, then," Adil said, coming down the stairs of the house. "You should be set for now. Placeholders," he added, nodding towards the blue couch in the living room and other items that graced Nesta's sparse new home. "Until we can...get some..." he trailed off, looking around, perhaps doing more measuring in his head.

"You've done more than enough," Nesta said firmly. While pregnancy had not been kind to her over the last month, Adil certainly had, helping her with everything she could possibly think to need. Miri as well. And Zeyn...well, Nesta could never really tell if he was more irritating than helpful, but he was there, too.

"Got the cribs set up, room next to yours. Didn't paint the room, though..."

Nesta could hardly believe it. "What?"

Adil looked as startled as she felt. "Well, Miri said it was important for you to paint it. Nesta...?"

"Nesting," Miri called from the kitchen.

"Right."

"No, no, it's not that. I just..."

I just forgot I'd need cribs.

"...didn't realize you had bought me cribs. That's—that's too kind."

"Gift from the shop," he grunted, looking away. That was fine. Nesta didn't want to make eye contact either. "Well, we'll be on our way."

Miri came out of the kitchen. "I've got some meals ready for you in there, dear."

"Oh, thank you, Miri. You didn't have to do that."

"Oh, please. We'll see you tomorrow, dear."

"Thank you," she said again, to them both, as she walked them out.

The sound she made when she shut the door was between a sigh and a groan. Endless relief and gratitude that she finally—finally, for the first time in her life, had her own home. And the dawning realization that it would not be hers alone in a few short months.

Or would it? Nesta didn't remember deciding she was going to keep the triplets, only that she wasn't terminating the pregnancy. Were those her children stretching out her insides, she wondered, running her hands over her belly as she stared in the mirror? Or was she just holding them for someone?

That was something she needed to figure out. Before Cassian wrote back, at least.

She tried not to think about how he hadn't written back yet. Perhaps he was still...upset. But he would, eventually, and then she...they would...what?

Less than five months to go...and with the average duration of a triplet pregnancy being far less than the typical nine months, probably not even that. Whatever decision she was going to make, she had to make it soon.

---

February 18 - Year of

Nesta never thought the sight of Cassian's house in their camp would bring her so much relief. But it meant that trip was finally over.

"I've got to shower," she said, as soon as she walked in the door. "I have to get all of that place off of me."

"What was so bad about it?" he called after her, but she didn't stop to answer.

That camp wasn't so terribly different from this one, true. In fact, it was uncannily similar, as she had noted when they first arrived there. But the people were different. There was no love lost between all the townspeople here (save Cassian and Emerie) and Nesta, but she had not missed being looked at that way. Hated...feared.

She hadn't minded really, in that room. And she could admit to herself here, alone in the shower, that she even...enjoyed some of it. The parts where she spent all her waking hours with Cassian, and even when there were other people in the room, she wasn't sharing him.

Nesta had never been someone's first choice. No one had ever placed her at the height of their priorities, given themselves to her first and foremost. And that still wasn't what was happening. They had only gone because Cassian was General Commander—sworn to her sister and Rhysand and the people of the Night Court first.

But all that had seemed far away on this trip. It was so easy to pretend like none of that was real.

Even then, she knew the illusion couldn't last that long.

---

February 26 - 1 year after

Days seemed to go by quicker now. What with her new house, Nesta felt she had more freedom to go about the town as she pleased. She was so taken with living life as she saw fit, she didn't even mind that Sugar Valley really didn't have much to do. She thought she might prefer it that way.

In the mornings, she would walk to the bookstore, and someone would be waiting with a coffee for her. Zeyn or Miri or sometimes Leyla. Perhaps they worked in shifts.

She'd read and repair all day, and stop to eat lunch with everyone at half past noon. There hadn't been a collective lunch break when she had started, but one day she sat down with a large container of chicken salad, and Zeyn had sat himself next to her, and then Leyla had joined, and Maz followed her, along with Xeyale and Amir, and Miri had come to see what the gathering was about, and then Adil had wandered in after her. Sometimes their publishing agent, Hazar, stopped by and joined them.

Sometimes she'd leave in the afternoon for a visit with Amorette. In the evenings, she'd go home and fix herself dinner, which she liked to do alone.

But after that, she'd go for a walk about the town, and inexplicably, someone would be there. Most often Zeyn.

"So, you think of any names yet?" he said to her one night, as they walked.

Nesta popped a sugarberry into her mouth. "Names?"

"For the babies."

Nesta flinched. "No."

"Oh, do you think it's bad luck to talk about it? Some people do. My mother's that way."

"I don't believe in luck," she said. Luck was so faerie, like their pantheon of gods and fate and mates. None of that was real. Not real enough to matter, anyway.

Zeyn laughed. "That must be nice."

She didn't think it was. He laughed at everything, didn't he? Nesta would never be that way.

"So, do you need any help? With the names?"

"Did you have some you wanted to share?" she asked drily.

"ZJ," he said immediately.

"ZJ? Zeyn Junior?"

He grinned at her. "Got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

She summoned a weak smile. Where she was from, someone was only a Junior if they had taken their parent's name.

"Zahra's pretty popular for a girl," he continued, unaware of her thoughts. "I think it's pretty."

"I don't think I want a Gilameyvan name, though," she mused. And she certainly shouldn't choose a name if she wasn't sure she wanted to keep the children.

"What's popular in Prythian, then?"

"I don't know," she said shortly. Then, after considering it for a few moments, "I'm from south of Prythian."

"What's popular there? Is Nesta a common name?"

"Hardly," she scoffed. Feyre wasn't, either. They did know their fair share of Elains, though. "I guess...Heather? Joyly? Analynn?"

"Joyly's nice."

"Well, I didn't like any of the Joylys I knew."

"What about boy names?"

Nesta thought. "Well...Caleb, I guess. Elias." She didn't remember many boys she had known. Tomas, of course, but she wasn't going to name anyone after him. "Actually," she said, softly, "I did always like my father's name."

He touched her elbow gently. "What was his name?"

"Ollison," she said. She hurried to find something else to say. She certainly didn't want to talk about her father. "I like Avery for a girl. A book I liked when I was younger...the heroine was called Avery."

"Human-authored?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we can find it," he said. "How do you know so many human-authored books anyway?"

So Adil hadn't mentioned her slight stretch of truth. "I lived among them for many years," she said.

"Wow, really? What were they like?"

"They were normal," she answered, irritated by the question.

"Really, even to a High Fae?"

Oh. That was why he asked. How to answer?

"Friendships and love can transcend race," she said, thinking of her sister and her new family. Herself and...

"You loved some of them."

After a lengthy pause, Nesta said, "I did. Very much."

---

February 11 - 4 years after

Avery's poor attitude does not transfer towards her behavior at nursery, according to her teacher, and while Nesta supposes she should be glad of this, she finds she's only upset that it seems to be just her Avery has a problem with.

This is further worsened by her shrieks of delight when Cassian accompanies her to pick them up that afternoon.

Avery races towards him like she hasn't seen him in months—even though Cassian had arrived last night, and they had all eaten breakfast together.

Cassian doesn't seem to notice Nesta's disgruntlement, and laughs as he picks Avery up into his arms. Nicky and Ollie clamber at his legs, and he scoops them up too.

Nesta keeps her eye roll to herself as she takes their bags. Not Avery's coat, though—because at Cassian's request, she had elected to wear hers today.

At least Nicky says, "Mummy, I missed you so much today!" and Ollie nods along eagerly.

"Can we go to the park?" Avery asks.

"You know the rules, Ava," Cassian says sternly, as they leave. "We go home and eat first."

Avery pouts some, and Nesta's blood rushes to her cheeks—is she going to throw a tantrum? Oddly, the idea of a public fit doesn't faze Nesta at all, as the three of them have each had their fair share, but having Cassian see how incompetent she can be mortifies her beyond belief.

But he coaxes her out of it by promising they're going to go to the park later, and actually, they're going to cook something together to eat, and won't that be fun?

Nesta has been hiding her bitterness from her children their whole lives, so this one afternoon is hardly the one that kills her. But she takes extra care to keep up cheery pretenses because of Cassian's presence, and she's convinced she's done a good job of it, because he doesn't seem to notice anything's the matter at all.

At least, she doesn't think he does, but right after they shut the door to the children's room, he puts his arm over her shoulder, and—when they are safely out of earshot, in the kitchen—says, "Nesta, what's wrong? You've been miserable all day."

"I have not been miserable all day," she scoffs, trying to hide her flush with a glare.

"Come on, Nesta. What is it? Is it Ava? Kids act like that all the time."

"I know how children act," she snaps.

"I didn't mean to imply you don't," he says. "Just...trying to reassure you." He hesitates. "Nesta...Rhys and Az and Mor each told me that you're a wonderful mother."

"What a surprise that must have been."

"To them, maybe, but not to me," he says seriously. "I always knew. But it's okay if this is hard for you to do on your own. With Ava and with everything you've had to take on at work...and, you know, if anything else has been pressuring you..." he trails off, and when she doesn't show any sign she knows what he's talking about, his lips tug upwards slightly, and he adds, "If I've been pressuring you."

"You have not been pressuring me," she says automatically.

"Well, I hope you're lying," he says, "because I've certainly tried to."

Nesta rolls her eyes.

"You really haven't thought about my telling you I want us to be a family?" he asks, skeptical. "I don't believe you. Come on, Nesta, it's just me. You can tell me."

Nesta gives a short, irritated sigh. "Well, of course I've thought about it."

"And what?" He takes a step closer to her. "You haven't come up with an answer yet?" He puts his hands on her shoulders, smirking slightly.

He's...he's much closer now. And his wings aren't spread wide, but inching closer to her as well. Blocking out everything in her periphery, so he is all she can see. "I have."

He raises an eyebrow. This is unnatural, isn't it, being this close without actually touching? "And?"

His eyes—like Avery's, like Ollie's, like a dark honey disappearing into the black of his pupils. It takes her a minute to remember what he's talking about. "Oh," she says, slightly surprised to remember. "Well. Of course I want us to be a family." She doesn't get a chance to say anything else.

Because then he is kissing her, and it's like no time has passed. His hands circling her waist and hers taking their place in his hair. He tastes the same—that vague lemon and mint. His hair is a bit longer, but the growling sound from the back of his throat when she pulls it is just as she remembers. It's what spurs him onward, downward. His lips move to the side of her mouth, and he kisses down her neck, but she pulls him back upwards. It's been too long. She has waited so long for this.

And it appears she'll have to wait a while longer, because just as their hands start to roam, a small voice from the stairwell calls, "Mummy, my throat is really hurting a lot."

They rip apart. Cassian's eyes are wide, and he snaps his wings backwards to be tucked against his back.

Nesta whips around, hands furiously smothering her hair—just in time to see Ollie wobble into the kitchen.

He hasn't seen.

The pair of them breathe a sigh of relief together.

Then Nesta remembers what he said. "Your throat hurts, angel? Come here." She picks him up and holds him against her. He lays his head on her shoulder and coughs, wet and deep.

"It's been back," Nesta whispers to Cassian. To Ollie she says, "Do you feel like you need to take the purple medicine we got from the healer?"

Ollie nods, yawning.

"It's in that cabinet there," she says to Cassian. She takes a deep breath to calm herself so she can calm him. "We're going to take a little bit of medicine. We're going to practice our deep breaths over the steaming bowl, and first thing tomorrow we are going to see our friend Healer Nazrin. All right, angel?" She looks at Cassian when she speaks, and he nods along with Ollie.

After she directs Cassian on how much of the tonic to give Ollie, she says, "Now, why don't you go with Appa and sit on the couch, and Mummy will bring the steaming bowl?"

This is not the first time Ollie has woken up in the middle of the night complaining of throat or chest pains and a cough. Nesta's not overly terrified; in fact, she's even pleased to see he is old enough to tell her exactly what hurts and that he wants medicine. But she knows that for Cassian, this is the first time, and he is probably as scared as she was. So sitting with him for a moment alone on the couch while she takes care of the treatment will probably calm him down.

And give her just a few seconds to collect herself. There is far too much on her plate. She doesn't need anything extra to deal with now.

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hope you enjoyed that!!

also, did you know, i started a booktube? also also did you know, june 21st as this week and it’s the triplets’ birthday? also also also did you know, june 25th is tomorrow and that’s my birthday!!

thank you all so much for the overwhelming support. i just love you guys so much. i also love @thestarwhowishes, my beta.

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Chapter Nineteen

#acotar #acotar fic #nessian fic #nesta archeron #every time i start tagging this i'm not really sure what to tag it as? #also i feel like at this point everyone who wants to read this is reading it lol #if you're scrolling through the nesta tags and you're like who is this girl who keeps posting this fic that she doesn't even post a summary #it's in the masterpost i promise

[sherrybaby14]

Just a Touch

Prompt:  A short fic where Steve Rogers gropes the reader repeatedly and at first she starts to ignore it but then one time she confronts him and asks him to stop and then he gets angry and it turns into non con.

A/N:  I took some liberties and changed it a little.

Warnings:  NONCON/RAPE.  Please do not read if this offends you.  (But it turns into Dubcon)

Pairing:  Steve x female reader

Words: 3k (longest drabble ever, but not edited so probably has errors). 

You never thought you’d wear an evening gown after your prom, but here you were in a red and white show stopper at the Stark Christmas gala.  It was like a dream come true.  

“Y/N.”  Pepper grabbed your arms. “I’m so glad you made it you look great.”

“Thank you for inviting me Ms. Potts.”  You leaned in and greeted your boss with a quick kiss on the cheek. “This is amazing.”  

“For the millionth time, it’s Pepper now.  You don’t work for me anymore.”  She backed up and held your hands.  “You deserved that promotion, but I hope we still keep in touch.  As friends.”

“Only if it means you keep inviting me to fancy balls.”  You both broke out laughing. “But really, I respect you so much.  You were the best boss I ever had.  I owe you my career.”  

“Well stick with me tonight and I’ll make sure your star keeps rising.”  Pepper tucked your arm under hers and led you into the party.

The night was a whirlwind.  You’d met Avengers, politicians, philanthropists, even movie stars.  You felt like you were drunk, but hadn’t gotten the chance to touch any alcohol.  

“It’s overwhelming isn’t it?”  Pepper flagged down a waiter and took two glasses of champagne, handing you one.  “You seem to be handling it well though.  I’m not surprised.”

“Hey Pepper, come on.”  Tony appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his girlfriend’s hand. “I need you for a second.”  

“I promised I wouldn’t leave Y/N alone.”  Pepper reached out with her free hand and grabbed yours.  

“I’ll keep her company.”  Steve’s voice startled you.  

You smiled up at the blond and turned back towards your friend/former boss.

“It’s fine.  Go.”  You’d met Captain Rogers a few times and even though you’d never exchanged more than pleasantries the awkwardness of being around the famous man had long faded.

“Five, ten minutes tops.”  Pepper smiled and disappeared into the crowd with Tony.

“Having fun?”  Steve took a sip of his beer.

“It’s amazing.”  You put the champagne to your lips.  “You don’t have to babysit me.  I can survive on my own.”  

“I like watching over you.”  Steve lowered his drink. “Cheers.”

He clanked his glass to yours, but with too much force.  Your champagne went down the front of your dress along with some of his beer.  

“Shoot.”  You grabbed at the fabric.  

“Sorry.”  Steve reached behind you and grabbed a napkin. “What a klutz.”  

He pressed the cloth to your chest, but instead of dabbing at the wetness he squeezed your entire breast in his hand.  No bra would go with the dress and you felt everything.  

“Uh.”  You tried to back away, but you were against a post.  

His hand loosened, but then squeezed down harder again, groping you through the fabric.  

Your reaction was to twist away.  

“Almost got it.”  His hand relaxed, but then went to the tip of your breast and squeezed down hard on your nipple.  “There.”  

You squealed and jerked away.   Your hand covered your top and you bit back the urge to slap him.  But he looked down at you with a lazy grin and took another sip of his beer.  

“Mmmm.” He winked at you.

“Excuse me. I should head to the restroom and wash up.”  You darted your gaze.

Was that intentional?  No way.  Captain America was the definition of a gentlemen.  He would never.

“These hands.”  He held up a huge palm. “Sometimes I’m all thumbs.”

His fingers rolled and you nodded and brushed past him.  You would clean yourself up and enjoy the rest of your evening.  This wouldn’t get to you.  It was a mistake. That was all.  Steve meant spilling the beer, not grabbing you.  Either way the exchange had left you with a rock hard pebble and a decision to steer clear of Captain America.

~~

“Pepper!”  You saw your friend in the lobby of Stark Tower.  

“Y/N.”  She ran up and gave you a hug.  “Are you just getting in?”

“Nope.  I forgot my phone in the car.”  The lobby was packed.

You always got to work at least thirty minutes early to avoid the massive crowds.  A trick you picked up from your former boss.  

“I’m on my way to a meeting, but we have to get together for drinks soon.”  Pepper squeezed your arm. “I haven’t seen you in a month!”

“It’s been two weeks.” You laughed.  “I’ll call your assistant.  Get something on your calendar.”  

“Promise?”  Pepper let go.  

You nodded.

“Go!”  You shooed her off and headed toward the elevator banks.  

She waved as she walked through the lobby.  You loved how she was the most powerful person in the building but people treated her like she was normal.  That was the sort of leader she was.  Even though everyone was below her, she acted like an equal.  It was inspirational.  

An elevator opened up and you slid your way inside the mass of people reporting for work.  You didn’t pay much attention as you took out your phone and started scrolling through the e-mails.  

At least Spring finally hit New York and you were able to wear a skirt and blouse instead of a jacket, since you knew the crowd was going to make it hot.  

Once as many people squeezed in as possible the door shut and the slow climb of constant stops began.  At the first stop you felt something brush against your ass.  

You couldn’t wait until more people got off and you wouldn’t be so cramped.  The following three you felt the same brush.  When the elevator stopped a fourth time you started to think it was intentional.  

You glanced behind you ready to give a nasty look when you saw the blond super soldier grinning down at you.

“Hi Y/N.  Haven’t seen you in awhile.  How are things?”  Steve licked his lips.  “I think the las time was the Christmas party right?”  

All looks from your face faded.  You didn’t know how to respond.  

“Yeah.”  You nodded and turned back around, wanting the conversation to end.  

The elevator continued to climb and when the fifth stop came your ass was met with a hard pinch, making you jump.  

“Woah.”  Steve reached forward and steadied you, dragging his left hand over your ass while his right one stood you up again.  “Don’t fall now.”  

He didn’t let go.  His fingers were on your ribs to the side of your breast while his other hand was cupping your ass.

You didn’t know what to do.  If you smacked him you were going to draw attention in the still very crowded car.  There wasn’t room to step away.  

“I’ll keep you upright.”  He put his mouth right next to your ear.  “Go back to looking at your phone.”  

Did he think he was being nice?  He was from the past and you did almost fall.  Still the touching made you uncomfortable.  It was so uncomfortable and you didn’t know what to do, so you listened and acted like nothing was wrong as you went back to your e-mail.  

“Good girl,” Steve whispered before standing up straight behind you.  

The word made you cringe.  Who the hell did he think he was?  But telling off a superhero in front of all these people wouldn’t earn you any brownie points at work.  

His fingers would randomly move lightly.  You felt like he was getting closer to you as well and swore you randomly felt an erection brush against your back.  It was tempting to twist away as the elevator began to empty, but nobody was paying you any attention.  

“This is my stop.”  Both of Steve’s hands slid.  

He grabbed your breast and your ass fully at the same time and squeezed.  You dropped your phone, but before you could push him away he was gone.  

You stood bug-eyed as he stepped off of the elevator, giving you a wave and a wink as the doors shut.  

There was no misinterpreting that.  It was intentional.  He was messing with you.  Why?  You didn’t want to know.  It gave you the creeps, but not as much as the small wetness you felt between your legs.  Shame washed over you as you picked up your phone.  Why did that turn you on?

You didn’t want the answer and hoped you never ran into Captain America again.  

~~ “Hi.”  You adjusted the straps on your summer dress.  “I’m meeting a friend for dinner.  I think she’s here already?”

“Y/N!”  Tony stood up from a booth in the back.  

“Oh. I guess a few friends?”  You smiled at the hostess before walking back to the table.  

You thought it was a ladies night, but maybe Tony wanted to tag along too.  You almost stopped dead in your tracks when a third person stood up from the booth.  Steve Rogers turned around, giving you that million dollar smile, with wicked eyes focused on you.

“Y/N.”  Pepper stood up and came to give you a kiss on the cheek.  She whispered in your ear.  “This is not a set-up I swear.  Tony ambushed me.”  

“You know Steve right?”  Tony greeted you with the same kiss on the cheek.

“We’ve met.”  You cringed, regretting your decision to never mention Steve’s hands to anyone.

He stepped out of the way and signaled for you to slide into the booth.  All you saw was the wall though and as you sat down realized you were trapping yourself.  

“Pepper said you were going out for dinner and I thought we would tag along since the baseball game got rained out.”  Tony stood for Pepper to slide back inside before joining her.

“It’s not raining.”  It was one of the driest Julys on record.  

“It is in Chicago.”  Steve grinned at you.  “We were going to watch it on TV. Do you like baseball?”  

“Not really.” You smiled, trying to divert the danger flashing in your brain.  

“I love it.”  Steve cracked his knuckles. “Especially the thrill of getting off first base.  My favorite is stopping at second and then getting a double and going straight for a home.”

“I don’t know what any of that means.”  You took a sip of the water on the table.  

“I’ll show you sometime.” Steve winked. “You’ll love it.”  

You gave a half smile.

“So, did you hear about Lenny in HR?”  Pepper ended the awkward exchange.  

To your surprise dinner wasn’t going bad.  The four of you were having a decent conversation.  But then you felt it: a hand on your knee.  

You tried to jerk your leg away, but the booth was too tight and you didn’t want Pepper to notice.  So instead you squeezed your legs shut and put your hands in your lap to block him.  

“Have you seen Tony’s car collection?”  Steve ran his hand up your thigh.

“You can’t see it in person.”  Pepper topped off your glass of wine.  “Only digital since they’re scattered all over the country.”  

“It is impressive.”  Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it in front of your face.  “Give it a glance.”

You wanted to slap Steve’s hand away, but didn’t know how without ruining the night, so you took Tony’s phone.  Mistake.  

He was strong and went straight for your apex, sliding his fingers over your panties as he leaned closer under the guise of looking at the cars as well.  

“Wow.”  You tried to give the phone back, needing your hands free.

“Scroll through.”  Tony took another sip of his wine.  

“Scroll.”  Steve dragged out the llll, as his fingers started rubbing you.  “Some of those babies really purr.”  

You gulped as his fingers found your clit and started pressing down.  You looked up at Tony and Pepper, neither of them noticed.  Then you looked over at Steve who grinned down at you as he pushed harder.  

You tried to cross your legs, but that only gave him a moment to get better access as he cupped your entire pussy, pressing his palm into your clit.  

Shit. It felt good.  You dropped the phone and turned to shove his shoulders.  

“Woah!” Steve lifted his hands.

“Y/N is everything okay?” Pepper looked at you like you were the one being inappropriate.  

“Sorry.”  You dropped your hands.  “I have to use the restroom.”  

“You could’ve just asked.”  Steve laughed and looked at Pepper and Tony with a shrug.  

He stood up from the booth and you practically crawled out.  

“What was that about?” Tony asked. “I thought you two were getting along?”

You walked fast, not wanting to hear the rest of the table’s conversation.  When you got to the bathroom you went straight to the sink.  

What the hell was going on?  Why did he keep touching you?  Why did he think that was OKAY?  You had to tell Pepper.  Clear this all up.  Let her know she was trying to hook you up with a creep since this was obviously a set up.  

If you had your phone you would text her to join you in the bathroom.  But you took a breath and decided if you hung out here long enough she would join you.  It was girl code. No way were you going back to that table.  

The bathroom door opened and your heart jumped, hoping it was Pepper.  Instead a tall blond man came inside and slammed the door behind him.  

“What are you doing in here?”  You started for the door, but he locked it.  

“You’re such a tease Y/N.”  Steve darted forward and cupped your cheek, pressing his lips to yours while his hand groped at your breast.

“Mmmff!”  You tried to push away.

His hands went to your hips and he spun you around.  

“Stop!”  You grabbed onto the sink to stop yourself from falling.  

“I know you’re soaked.  You got wet as soon as you saw me didn’t you?”  His hand went under your dress.  

“What?”  You tried to stop him, but your panties were pushed down.  “NO!”

His hand reached back up and found your hole.  To your shock his finger slipped right inside.  

“I knew it.”  He stood behind you. “So ready for me baby.  Have you been thinking about this since Christmas?”  

“I..stop.”  This was happening too fast.  

You didn’t know what to do, how to respond.  Zippppp.  The sound of his fly coming down made your eyes go wide.  

“I knew you were kinky, but sex in a bathroom?  With Tony and Pepper out there?”  Steve stood right behind you.  “I love it.”  

It finally dawned on you what was about to happen and you tried to move away, but Steve had you by the hips.

“Here we go.”  He pushed inside of you and you gasped.  “Look how beautiful you are.”  

Your eyes went straight ahead to the mirror and you got the view.  You were bent over the sink with Steve behind you, stretching you with his cock.  

“Oh you take me so well.”  He pushed in further.  “Most woman can’t handle it.”  

How were you this turned on?  Memories of your hard nipple at Christmas and the wetness from the elevator seemed to excite you at the moment.  Was he right?  Were you a tease?  Were you into this?  

“That’s it baby.”  Steve’s pelvis pushed against your ass.  “Enjoy it.”  

He must have sensed you relax and his hands left your hips.  One went under your skirt and found your clit while the other played with your breast over your dress.  

“This is just a taste.”  He started thrusting.  “You’re coming home with me tonight.”  

It wasn’t a question, but a big part of you wanted to say yes.  You found yourself arching your back to give him easier access.  

“Quick and dirty.”  He snarled. “I don’t want anyone to come looking for us. Brace yourself.”

Again, you did as you were told and gripped the sink.  He started plowing into you, rubbing your clit and using you breast to hold you steady as you bounced into him.  

You spiraled, tightening up and contracting around him as waves of pleasure left your body.  Your eyes rolled back in your head as you shook from the most intense orgasm of your life.  

Steve pulled out and you almost collapsed as he finished in his hand.  

“Guess you don’t need these anymore.”  He leaned on the sink next to you and held up your panties, now covered in his jizz. “Take a minute and meet me at the table.”  

He slapped your ass before letting your dress fall back over you, unlocked the door and left.  You looked up in the mirror at yourself wide-eyed.  What the fuck just happened?  

#steve x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve fanfic

[y-not-loki]

“What do you think? Is purple my color?” Loki (can have a ship or no ships, I just wanna see Loki going clothes shopping lol)

HEEEEEELL YEEAAAAAAHHHHH. SOMEONE FREAKIN’ ASKED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT’S OUT OF A WRITING CHALLENGE, EVEN THO I GOT SHIT I NEED TO WORK ON FOR WRITING CHALLENGES.

This is gonna be as short, sweet and sassy as I can make it, because I’m gonna go a mix of platonic/romantic and make Loki and Reader be those two people you think would make a great couple, but refuse to say anything on that matter.

Made a moodboard as well (in case it was for a moodboard not an imagine).

Anyway, I’m not going to use my usual layout for one-shots, but I will have warnings.

Warnings: Some swearing??? That’s about it. Maybe Loki getting pissed off enough to think up some nice bodily harm for a few store clerks who try to help.

“What do you think? Is purple my colour?” (Y/N) whirled around to see Loki in a purple suit, with a black tie and white under-shirt. Or whatever those things were. It fit perfectly, outlining that perfect, slim triangular form of Loki’s midsection and his toned legs.

Which was not good for (Y/N). She couldn’t have him out-shining him.

“Yeah, it looks good.” She responded, distractedly. before pulling out a matching purple dress that she grabbed before Loki (the diva he truly was when clothes shopping) dragged her off to find the changing rooms - “Surely, even if it is inferior to the Asgardian market places, it has changing stalls for privacy” “Lokiiiiiiiiii, at least let me-” “I’ll have none of that, this shopping trip is about me, and it will remain about me.” - and it may be true that it was about Loki, because Stark decided that it would be good for publicity if Loki made an appearance and actually behaved, so (Y/N) was tasked with the job of keeping him on track as they had been inseparable from day one.

Luckily, Loki liked to appear smart and well-dressed, so it wasn’t that difficult for him to get side-tracked with the suits.

Even if it was meant to be about him, (Y/N) needed new dresses, and she would definitely not have Loki of all people outshine her on the red carpet and at whatever gala or party Tony decided to throw.

It was a common, unsaid, competition between Loki and (Y/N), both wanting to outshine the other in the most mocking and ridiculous ways.

But that didn’t stop Loki’s looks taking her breath away. “(Y/N).” He whined, dragging out her name so she’d pay attention to him, and only him, not the current saleswoman approaching them.

“May I help you with anything? Are you just trying out clothes?” She asked politely, a blatantly fake smile on her lips as disapproving eyes fell on Loki’s face. He stiffened and shook his head.

“No, we are fine, mortal. Now leave before you are dismembered.” He hissed, obviously sensing her hatred.

(Y/N) leapt to do her job; damage control. “Loki, Loki, Loki, don’t say that. She’s just being polite and doing her job.” She pushed his chest lightly, stepping between Loki and the unfortunate woman. Neither noticed the paling of the lady’s face, or her hurried goodbye as she got out of there as fast as she could, Loki just stared down at her hand.

They didn’t often come into contact, and usually when it was, it was when (Y/N) was braiding Loki’s hair, or painting his nails when he came for Girls’ Night. He was the only male (or when he’s in male form) they refused to kick out (occasionally Stark could join them because he had gossip as well and didn’t mind getting his nails painted). Other than that, it was usually play-wrestling, pranking or sparring. They were close, but not the closest. It had only been a few weeks since Loki came to Earth - or Midgard as he and Thor put it.

“If you would kindly unhand me and let me know of your true feelings towards this suit, I would be grateful.” Loki spoke cautiously, eyes narrowed, and (Y/N) cleared her throat, taking her hand away and brushing imaginary dirt off. The light-hearted air came back as she faked offence.

“Well, I think it suits you, your hair really matches the shade of purple and it’s cut to your frame.”

Loki smirked, “Yes, I had to alter the frame a little, because it was slightly too wide.” He told her off-handedly, before turning around and admiring himself in the mirror that was next to (Y/N), at the end of the hallway that the cubicles were placed in.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re a magical dude who can and will do as they want. My turn!” (Y/N) almost leapt into the cubicle, and closed the curtain with a wide sweep of her arm.

Which unfortunately opened the other side. Sighing, she got onto her tip toes and closed the other side properly and changed.

Stepping out, (Y/N) looked at Loki, who had stopped preening himself as soon as he saw her in the mirror. His face was wiped carefully blank before (Y/N) could register what emotion he was feeling as he turned around in a smooth motion. He glanced up and down her and frowned.

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes, “Really, it’s that bad? It’s bad enough that you won’t even tell me what you think to my face?”

“Oh, I think it suits you, your body shape was made for such a colour and cut, but let me make a few adjustments….” His voice trailed off as green tendrils of magic swirled out of his hand and his eyes narrowed into an assessing glare.

She felt the fabric loosen, shift, then tighten and rearrange itself. The material wasn’t all too comfortable, and the seams rubbed painfully against her skin around her midsection, but she didn’t complain. If she complained, then Loki would just smirk and say nothing.

He always did that.

He was annoying like that.

And she often got him back for being so… Loki. Well, not Loki exactly, just seemingly unimpressable, yes that’s a made up word, but she often felt like nothing could surprise Loki, and nothing could impress him either.

The magic stopped, and he stepped back to stare at his work. Nodding, he smirked. “You look like a goddess.”

“I thought I do all the time.” (Y/N) returned, raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying I don’t?”

“No, I’m saying you look twice as alluring as you usually do.”

(Y/N)’s thought process immediately dampened, confidence was something that she was often still working on, with today’s society using weak, vulnerable women as the desired type, and everyone wanted to be desired in some way or form. “Two times zero is still zero.”

Loki frowned. “I hate humanity.” Before (Y/N) could defend herself, he continued. “Humanity is so stupid, they pride women as being less than human and simply breeding stock, and men as the capable ones, when it is the women that are keeping the world together. It was the women who created the clothing, fed the people, and raised the children. Why are they treated less when they should be treated more?”

“Woah, Loki, we’re clothes shopping, not good to burst out with humanity-hatred. But it’s only for the more dominant culture. I’m all for hating the social hierarchy, but please can we not do it in a clothes shop?” (Y/N) reminded him where he was, and he visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping imperceptibly, and she relaxed too, glancing down to see what Loki had changed.

He had changed the entire freakin’ colour of the dress, and she saw that it now had a sweetheart neckline, which was actually the horns of his helmet.

“Loki!” She exclaimed, punching his arm lightly as he cackled at her reaction and waved a hand to change it back to how it was originally.

“Well, I do like seeing you in my colours, but I guess that dress shall do. At least it matches my suit.” Loki grinned at her, and she turned bright red. Thor and Loki were in an endless bid to claim the little mortal that they deemed so breakable, and Loki having her dress in his colours was not the first time, but it was the first time that he had outright said that he liked it. “Now, we best get changed back into our normal clothing so we can blow all of Stark’s money on these garments.” Loki’s strange mixture of his own lilting speech pattern, mixed in with what seemed to be her speech pattern sounded strange. Especially with his voice.

“Of course, you don’t need to change, you can just magic it away.” (Y/N) grumbled, and got into the change room. As she suspected, Loki was staring impatiently at the curtain when she finally stepped out, in her normal clothing.

They paid, uneventfully, but Loki remained suspiciously quiet. He was never this quiet and had his head stuck in the metaphorical clouds unless he was planning a big prank.

It was all (Y/N) could do but pray that she wasn’t the target.

Edit bc I forgot the tag list (again, I’m a freakin’ mess and really have no excuse because school doesn’t start for a bit) and you can’t access tags on PC Tumblr, so I always edit in tags when answering asks on PC.

Taglist: @drakesfiance

#ASK #ANSWERED #anon #loki imagine #loki imagines #uselesspileofstressandsadness writes #cat-can-moodboard-sorta #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x you #loki odinson x you #loki x me #loki odinson x me #loki laufeyson x me #loki x yn #loki odinson x yn #loki laufeyson x yn #mcu #marvel #loki x y/n #loki odinson x y/n #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki x (y/n) #loki laufeyson x (y/n) #loki odinson x (y/n)

[tracle0]

OC Interview Tag

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag ‘15′ people!

Tagged by @joyful-soul-collector (Thank you! Big thank! Appreciate! I didn’t know Jace was 23! Holy heck!)

1-What is your full name?

Atlas Barnabus! You heard it here first, folks! Barnabus. Barn-a-bus.

2-What does your full name mean?

It means I’m a cool kid with a name no-one else has.

3-What are your other names/nicknames?

With a name as great as mine, who needs a nickname? 

4-What’s your gender?

I’d pay you if you could tell me.

5-What’s your sexuality?

/anxious stuttering and panicked laughter/

6-Where are you from? 

Sonder! A tiny island in the middle of a lake in the middle of another island in the middle of another lake in the middle of England. Here, I drew an illustration to help, with my ~extreme~ drawing abilities!

7-How old are you?

17 turning 500.

8-What is your magic form/what species are you?

What

9-What does your human form look like?

I’m tall and that’s the best thing. All you midgets cower in fear. I also have ginger hair which is also the best thing! All you people who... don’t... get... sunburn... all the time... cower in fear!!!

10- What’s your aesthetic?  

Anything radio related. If that’s an aesthetic. HEY OLLY I HAVE A QUESTION-

11-Who’s your best friend?

Olly. Followed by Avory and Molly I guess but who cares about them, I mean Olly is just so cool man. He knows literally everything! He can speak so many languages and he leaves me little notes whenever I fall asleep and I don’t know what they say because who knows German here, but Olly does and he leaves me notes and he’s great. 

12- Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

If they didn’t have such a strong presence underground, then yes - but with it having such a strong presence underground? Probably not. 

13-When are you happiest?

Around Olly I like being on the radio! It’s a lot of fun and no-one can tell me what to do because it’s my station and if anyone tries I’ll get the interns to eat them. 

14-What’s your biggest secret?

Secrets? I can’t keep secrets to save my life. When you’re the only one talking, you tend to talk about anything that’s on your mind.

ᴬᵖᵒˡˡᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʲᵉʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ⁻ᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵒʷ

No secrets here!

15-What was your first impression of [Sam? What about Andy]?

Sam seemed like a bit of a jerk when I first met her. I was wrong! She’s so nice! Too nice! Stop being so nice, Sam! Andy seemed like a really funny guy when I first met him - fun to annoy. I was mostly wrong! He’s a huge jerk who is really fun to annoy!

Now I’m missing Sonder again I hope you’re happy. Twenty-three days. You can do twenty-three days, Trade. You did it last time, you can do it again.

Tagging! Probably some kids who have already been tagged! @kaatiba (I know you’ve already done it but consider yourself officially tagged now and also please do it again I’d love to hear more about kids) @timetravelingpigeon (I don’t know if you’ve done it but if not then please do) @imaghostwriter (WELCOME BACK TO TUMBLR AGAIN IT’S GREAT TO SEE YOU) @nymph-of-diana (writing blog this time, nice job me) @writing-and-nutmeg (I just noticed I don’t follow you? Bad me. Here’s a tag) and uhhhh @albatris (WOAH NO WAY hi hello it’s not a tag game if I don’t tag you, take your time and please tell me if/when you do it because I WANT TO READ IT YOU HECK)

tiny edit @thatfizzyyyy (I FORGOT YOU WERE A WRITERBLR FOR SOME REASON I’M SO SORRY NOT FORGETTING THAT AGAIN IN A RUSH YOU ARE NOW TAGGED SO FIGHT ME)

Feel free to ignore though haha. Or tag yourself! And then tag me in what you do because I like reading stuff! Cool cool!

#tagged in #am writing #my writing #original writing #writerblr #sonder #atlas #mmmmmmm I really wanna be writing this #like REALLY want to be writing this #as in would pay cash to write this now #but I have exams and I don't want to fail them

[thorne93]

Old Flame, New Problems (Part 3)

Prompt: You’re in a serious relationship with Sebastian Stan, when news from your first love informs you that he’s now single and in need of a friend. Will your old flame burn out or will the flames get fanned and consume you?

Word Count: 4427 (I’m not even sorry)

Warning: language, angst, fighting (verbal), cheating, drama

Notes: This idea came to me when news hit about Hayden and Rachel splitting. Of course I’m sad that a long time relationship such as theirs is ending, but it also means he’s single sooo…Also, no hate towards Rachel. I don’t know her, don’t know what really happened between them, etc. It’s a fic and in no way reflects what I think of either of them or their precious daughter ^.^

Beta’d by my #1 gal @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejemersoninferno @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr​ @kaeling

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @memory-of-a-goldfish @mellsstark

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“I don’t think this is working,” Hayden said as he hung his head, his voice incredibly quiet.

“What?”

“Us. You’re always here, I’m always in LA…” he tried, explaining that the distance was the issue.

“Yeah, but that never stopped us before,” you responded, feeling your heart already splintering in your chest. He wanted to break up…

“But it’s getting harder, Y/N. You’re not in college any more. You’re working full time, putting on Broadway shows, selling screenplays to directors, editing, and you’re halfway through your first novel. I’m busy with filming, we hardly see each other any more. I don’t want us to be reduced to a few phone calls here and there and seeing each other every few months.”

You nodded, seeing as the lump in your throat kept you from speaking.

He leaned forward and took your hand over the small table in your apartment. “I love you. I do. But...long distance relationships never work, you and I both know that.”

Again, you nodded.

“We just need some time off from each other. No pressure on trying to make a relationship work. Maybe in a few years when we aren’t married to our careers we can try again,” he offered with a sorrowful, yet hopeful voice. “But for now, I think we need a break.”

A soft voice was filling your ears, and you stirred awake, jumping back when you saw Hayden sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Woah, didn’t mean to startle you,” he said with a chuckle.

Groaning, you put your hands over your eyes. “Ugh. You didn’t. I just...forgot where I was. What time is it?” you asked groggily. You noticed this morning he was in a black shirt and black jeans. One of your favorite combinations on him.

“It’s about 6:30,” he casually stated as he stood up. “Get dressed, we have rounds to make.”

“Ugh. No,” you groaned, rolling over and hugging your pillow. “Why are we up this early?” you demanded in a grouchy tone, your voice muffled by the pillow.

He laughed and walked back over to you. “Because I have animals that need fed and I told you I’d give you a tour of the grounds. So come on, princess,” he teased.

Removing your face from the pillow, you glared at him. He knew you didn’t like when he insinuated you weren’t cut out for heavy work. He responded to your glare with a grin.

“You coming?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Once he left the room, you jumped up, grabbed a pair of light blue jeans from your suitcase, a white tank top, and a tan sweater and pulled them all on, zipping up your boots last. Ready for the day, you whipped your hair into a messy bun and walked out of your room.

“Ready?” Hayden asked as you approached him while he leaned on the eat-in part of the kitchen.

“As I’ll ever be after getting less than four hours of sleep...yeah,” you stated sarcastically.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he said, gesturing with his head toward the door. You followed him as he walked out to a utility vehicle with a small trunk. The sun was just coming up, giving everything a warm yellow glow but it hadn’t quite warmed up yet. He hopped on the driver’s side and patted the seat. You sat down and he started the vehicle and took off.

“Do you always have to come out this early?” you questioned as you glanced over to him. There was a cool morning mist surrounding the property, it wasn’t very thick, as you could still see a great distance ahead of you, but it gave it a more isolated feeling.

“No, usually I’m up around five,” he informed with a smirk, his eyes flashing over to you without turning his head. The little vehicle was moving quickly over tall grass, hitting a  bump here or there.

“Oh, well that’s much better,” you sarcastically replied with a smile.

Finally, you reached the barn and hopped out of the vehicle. The two of you walked inside the impressive structure. Inside were five horses, one in each stall.

“We need to give them their feed for the day,” Hayden informed as he walked forward before sliding open a door to a tack room. “You wanna do the honors?” he asked once he was inside.

“Sure.”

He gave you the right amounts and you reached in their stalls and dumped the food in their buckets.

“What are their names?” you asked as you peered at the range of horses. There was a black one, a tan and white one, a deep brown one, a gray and black one, and a white one.

“The white one is Phillip, he’s Briar’s horse,” he stated while pointing and getting closer to you.

You turned your head to him and said, “Of course,” you remarked matter-of-factly.

“The black one is midnight, this one here is Allistair, this one is Braxton, and that one is Patty.”

“Very cute. And which one is yours?” you asked as your eyes began tracing his face.

“Midnight,” he replied before looking down at you, his eyes filling with a questionable emotion. He cleared his throat. “Alright, now that that’s done, we need to go feed the pigs and chickens and sheep.”

“Joy,” you said with heavy sarcasm.

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It took a long time to get all of the animals fed and get the cows corralled to a different pasture. By the time you were done, it was lunch time. You had checked your phone several times and there were no messages or calls from Sebastian. You decided to send him a couple of quick texts and there was still no response.

“Alright, we’re done for the day, the farmhands can handle the rest. Want to head back to the house for lunch?” he asked with a happy glow in his eyes and voice.

“Yes, please, I’m starving.”

The two of you hopped back into the vehicle and he took off.

“Want to see how fast this can go?” Hayden asked before looking over to you and giving you a smirk.

“Uh, sure,” you said, not expecting it to exceed 15 mph. But as soon as he hit the gas, you were thrown backwards with a small shriek, causing him to laugh, but he kept on the gas. You straightened up and held onto a handlebar as the speed increased, the field around you escaping underneath your UTV. “How fast are we going?” you loudly asked, loose strands of your hair whipping all around your face.

He looked down then back up at the path in front of him. “About fifty-five miles per hour,” he informed nonchalantly.

“Jesus, Hayden, slow down!” you instructed in a panic. “What if we hit something!”

“It’s an open field, Y/N, calm down.”

“What about a hole?”

“That’s what the roll cage is for,” he stated, tapping it with two fingers and a coy grin.

“You’re insane, you know that?!” you huffed as you held onto the UTV, trying not to fly out from all the bumps and ridges and speed that was making you bounce around.

“And you used to love fast cars. If I remember right, I bought a Ferrari and who was the one that got it up to 180?” he reminded.

“I was young, and stupid, and reckless,” you retorted with a coquettish expression.

Finally, you arrived back at the front door.

“You tried to kill me,” you accused playfully as you got off the UTV and headed inside.

He smiled down at you as he moved behind you while you went inside. “Don’t be silly, if I wanted to kill you, I’d smother you in your sleep.”

You laughed as you rounded the corner to get into the kitchen. “As if. I could kick your ass in my sleep.”

He laughed, the sound so beautiful, you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to hear it. “You wouldn’t wake up if someone dropped a nuke next to you.”

“You’re right, because I’d be dead,” you said before sticking your tongue out.

“Real mature. You okay with sandwiches?”

“When am I not?” you asked with a smile.

The two of you assembled your sandwiches, loaded up on potato chips on the side, grabbed drinks and ventured to the living room where he turned on the TV.

You two were long done eating, about two movies in when it went to commercial and Hayden got up to clear the plates.

“You want a drink or a cookie or anything?” he asked once he was in the kitchen.

“A water and a cookie, please, thanks!” you called back from the couch. You had ended up going from a sitting position to nearly laying down. Sitting up, you straightened yourself and looked around again at all the pictures and memories. You couldn’t help but wonder how many times they’d watched family movies in this very room, colored with Briar, spent romantic evenings here….

Hayden returned with the snacks and was about to start playing the movie again when you stopped him.

“Doesn’t it...bother you? Being here? Surrounded by all of this? Doesn’t it sort of...rub salt in the wound?” you questioned, a deep frown on your face, your eyes pointing to the things you were referring to.

Hayden glanced up. “No. I mean, I built this house in my image and Rach and I shared a lot of happy memories here. This is where Briar Rose grew up for the first three years of her life so...I can’t imagine leaving it.”

In a sense, you could understand that.

“So...who initiated the breakup?” you questioned with trepidation, worried this was a sore subject.

His eyes went down, he bit his lip and slightly nodded before answering, “She did. It was only a matter of time. She was always the one to sacrifice her time for me. She gave up going out, being in the spotlight, being around her friends for me. It’s not like I could ask her do that too much longer.”

“So she’s the one who said it first?” you confirmed.

“Yeah...She came to me, calmly, and said she thought it was time for us to move on and part ways.”

“Did you object?” you wondered.

“At first, I sort of did,” he answered, shrugging, sounding more tired than anything. “I asked her if she was sure that’s what she wanted. I asked her if she had thought it through. When she told me she had and why she felt this way, I understood. I can’t change, and she tried to change for years but...it just wasn’t working.”

You slowly nodded, your stomach in knots. This was hard to hear for a myriad of reasons.

“Well,” you sighed, picking up the remote, “I just wondered.” You played the movie as you nestled back down into your spot on the couch.

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“I can’t go, Hayden,” you argued adamantly. “I’m needed here. I have a job for the biggest publishing house in the city.”

“I know that, but you can write anywhere, right?” he countered, stress taking over his features.

“I thought I could, but they want me here. I can’t just give this up. I’m the only student at NYU with a job and opportunity this amazing in the English Department. You do realize they want to make my play into a Broadway show, right?” you asked, your emotions starting to run rampant.

“Yes, Y/N, I know that. You realize me starring in Star Wars is a big deal too, right? And I need to be out there, working on it, promoting it, looking for my next job.”

“Then go! Who’s stopping you?!” you shouted, tears threatening to escape as your heart became torn. You had had this argument several times: Who gives up their dreams for the other one?

“You are! I love you! I want you!” he yelled back.

The next morning, inspiration struck, and it struck hard. It was one of those ideas you had to write out or you’d never get it out of your head. You jumped up, got your laptop and charging cable and notebook and pens out, got them all sat up on a little desk opposite of your bed, and sat to work. You outlined and drafted like a maniac. There was so much chicken scratch on the paper it was hardly legible, but you knew.

Hayden assumed you were sleeping in a little, like always, so he made breakfast and went to check on you, to maybe tell you food was ready. Much to his surprise, you were awake and typing and writing with fury. He leaned against the doorjamb, admiring the sight of you with messy hair, pajamas, and all of your writing material around you. He missed seeing this, seeing the muses whisk you away to another land. He remembered how much he loved watching you work your magic. You had two best sellers in novels, three sold out Broadway plays, and an Oscar award winning screenplay. Those were just the big awards, not to mention the numerous smaller accolades you’d achieved in the past fifteen years.

“Inspiration strike?” he asked finally, an adoring smile on his face.

Your eyes never left your screen as you typed and answered him, “Yes, finally.” You finished writing the paragraph and turned to him. “I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind. I have a deadline and--”

“Y/N, this is your job. You do whatever you need to do. Breakfast is ready if you want some.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I can leave this. I’ve had writer’s block for so long, I can’t leave this now,” you explained desperately, gesturing back to your computer with a half-frown, half-pout.

He smiled in response. “Not a problem. I’ll bring it to you.”

“What?” is all you got out before Hayden disappeared down the hall. “Hayden! Hayden!” you shouted after him before rolling your eyes and smiling. You turned back to your work and five minutes later, he was rolling a cart into your room with toast, jams, butter, biscuits, bacon, eggs, and juice.

You laughed and glanced up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing breakfast to you. This way you can write and keep your mind fueled,” he informed as he grabbed a chair and pulled it next to the cart, opposite of you.

You shook your head. “Alright.” You grabbed toast and began to put butter on it. “Don’t you have to go milk cows or something?” you inquired innocently.

Smirking, he gently shook his head. “Not today, I asked the farm hands to take on a few more responsibilities today,” he informed.

“Why?”

“I wanted to spend time with you. I did call you up for that reason,” he reminded.

“Ah, right, and here I am investing the time in writing,” you commented, feeling guilty. Your oldest friend needed you and you were busy capitalizing on the sensation and sights of his farm. “I’m an awful friend. Okay, I’ll put my writing away and we’ll do whatever you want.”

He shook his head in rejection. “Nonsense. No, you keep writing. I’m happy to sit here and watch and eat.”

“Creepy,” you teased with a goofy smile before turning back to your work.

After an hour of writing, your hands were cramping up and you needed a break before you would go cross eyed. You got up and laid on the bed and Hayden followed suit, falling beside you.

“Care if we just watch TV for a second? I need to sort of drain,” you informed.

“It won’t mess with your flow?”

You shrugged. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ve got the outline written out,” you stated.

“What’s this story even about?” he questioned, his flawless face turned to yours.

“A boy who moves to the country for a fresh start,” you stated, your nose crinkling at him.

“Oh, so it’s about me?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up, a knowing smile on his face.

“Maybe,” you informed with a playful grin as your eyes drifted to the ceiling. “He falls in love with his neighbor.”

“You better put me down as a source,” he warned.

You scoffed. “You’re merely the inspiration, not a source.”

“Is that so?” he challenged as he turned to you. “I beg to differ.” He reached over and began to tickle your side.

“What are you doing?” you asked just as he started to tickle you.

“Put me down as a source,” he said.

“Hayden, stop it. Stop!” you squealed as he continued to tickle you.

“Put me as a source,” he demanded with a grin.

“Never,” you countered, a playful glare.

“Then you’re asking for it,” he stated as both of his hands now found both of your sides and your underarms and he was straddling you, tickling you mercilessly.

“Hayden! Hay! I can’t breathe!” you tried through so much laughter you were crying. “Okay! You win! Uncle! I call Uncle!” you shrieked.

His assault stopped and his hands rested on either side of you, his body hovering above you, his deep eyes searching yours. The morning glow looked heavenly on his skin and his blonde hair, making him light up like an angel. For a brief moment, you thought you were back when you were twenty-two, when all was perfect between you two. The tension between you two was rising quickly, and it was getting thicker.

A phone rang, yours, and Hayden’s face went from gentle joy to depression as he rolled off of you and you reached over to grab your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Seb? Why didn’t you call yesterday?”

“Oh, sorry. I got up late and had to run to an interview, then the table read, and by the time I was home it was late. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, biting your lip, and closed your eyes. Again, you weren’t the first thing on his mind. “No, yeah, that’s fine.”

“So how’s it going?”

“Great. I’m actually inspired, so I’ve been writing all morning,” you informed happily.

“That’s great, Y/N. What’s it about?” he asked with much enthusiasm.

Your gut dropped. You knew how this was going to sound to him. “A young man that moves to the country...who falls in love with his neighbor.”

Silence.

“Seb? You still there?”

“Yeah...Well that’s good, Y/N. When are you coming home?”

You glanced to Hayden beside you who was playing with his sleeve. “I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I’m finally motivated to write, so I’m probably going to finish the project here and come home.”

“So...You’re going to stay up there indefinitely?” he questioned, sounding confused.

“I’m not sure, Seb. I just want to ride this wave out. You do want me to get my work done, right?”

He sighed. “Yeah of course...I just...I miss you. I’d like you home.”

“I know. I miss you too. I’ll be home as soon as possible. I promise.”

“Okay...I love you. Talk to you later.”

“I love you too.”

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Later that night, you were so entranced with your work you didn’t realize it was late evening. Hayden had excused himself a couple hours earlier to go wrap up some farm work before bed and now you were missing him and needing a break. You got up, pulled on your boots, and went outside.

You didn’t have the UTV so you had to walk all the way to the barn, and in the cool air of the night, it seemed a lot farther than normal. But after checking the tack rooms, loft, and stalls and calling for him, you realized the barn was sans-Hayden.

Just as you were about to follow the road from the barn the opposite way of the house, your eye caught an orange glow on the horizon. Like a moth to the flame, your feet carried you there without much thought on your own.

Finally, you reached the orange glow and it turned out to be a very large brush fire, Hayden standing next to it, watching it burn, his black trench coat looking incredibly dapper on him, his hands in his pockets. The glow from the fire complimented his tanned skin and blonde hair, making him look almost golden all over. Even doing farm work he looked like he needed to be on the cover of GQ.

“Whatcha doin’?” you asked as you walked up through the overgrown grass.

“Burning some brush, had to clear it away from the pond in lot five so the cattle could get to the water. Figured I might as well burn it all.”

“To hell with it all!” you joked and he laughed, the sound warming you from the inside. “This reminds me of--”

“Please, for the love of God, don’t say the scene in Return of the Jedi,’ he begged with a smile in his voice.

You grinned and tried to keep from laughing, but instead both of you began laughing a lot.

“Not my fault your character died on a giant bonfire,” you retorted.

“I’ll have you know, I haunted my own death, so there,” he responded.

You rolled your eyes. “Wooh, Mr. Scary Force Ghost. Oooh.”

He bumped your shoulder with his and grinned, looking down. “This reminds me of that time we got stuck in the snow--”

“And had to walk two miles up the road to rent that cabin?” you finished, peering up at him sideways.

“Yes. Oh my god, that night was so…” he trailed off. That night was a lot of things. Hot, steamy, cold, wet, miserable, and magical.

“I know. That damned car wouldn’t start and it was brand new!” you reminded. It was Hayden’s car, he had just bought it that week. The two of you were heading upstate for a weekend getaway, when the car had suddenly died in the middle of a snowy, icy road. No one drove past you for an hour and cell phones were still pretty spotty at the time.

“I remember. I was pissed.”

“At least it gave us something to do,” you noted, recalling some salacious memories.

“Yeah,” he said, turning to you. “Jesus, Y/N, what are you doing out here without a coat?”

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down, Dad,” you teased. “We’re next to a fire.”

He started to shrug off his coat. “Your front is, but your back is positively cold. Wear this.”

“Hay, I’m fine,” you assured, holding up your hand.

“I’m not letting you get pneumonia on my watch because you’re a stubborn ass,” he retorted. “Put on the god damn coat.”

Rolling your eyes, and grunting, you appeased him and slid on the warm coat, the scent of Hayden hitting you and making your head spin slightly.

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A few days later, you were relaxing after finishing your fourth story. You’d been typing and writing up a storm for the past several days and now you just wanted to watch mindless TV for a bit. Trying to get Hayden to open up was proving to be a difficult task, but you eventually backed off. You were here as a friend, to be whatever he needed. In the meantime, you talked to Seb about once a day, typically first thing in the morning or last at night.

You were laid against the giant, fluffy back pillow of the couch, Hayden beside you, his arm thrown behind the couch, landing behind your head.

“This movie is so terrible,” you commented suddenly. The two of you were watching some B-horror movie on the Chiller channel.

“Are you kidding me? This is quality film right here. Just look at the way that guy acts,” he offered, his other hand gesturing to the TV.

“You’re a dork,” you replied with a small laugh.

“I want to thank you for being here,” he quietly said as he tapped your shoulder once with two fingers to grab your attention.

You turned to him. “It’s no big deal, Hay. You’re my friend. You need someone and I’m happy to be there for you.” You smiled at him, a light reaching your eyes that seemed to mesmerize him.

“You’re such a good person. I am so lucky to have you in my life,” he stated in a deep voice, his eyes piercing yours. A familiar heat started to rise in your cheeks.

“And I you. Really, it’s nothing. You’d do it for me,” you stated, a small nod.

“Yeah...I would. I’d do anything for you.” His eyes were on yours and yours on his, the air around you suddenly tense.

Static.

That’s all you felt between you two suddenly. His eyes were on yours, dancing between your lips and your face. Your breath was halted in your throat as you sat there, unable to move. Your pulse was racing.

Slowly, his hand came up to cup your neck, the sensation of his touch making you shiver. Hooded eyes found his face as he ever so slowly got closer and closer. While you didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t want to betray Seb, you also didn’t want to stop it either. He was actually giving you attention, something Sebastian hadn’t done in eight months. It felt nice to be wanted, to be looked at the way Hayden had been looking at you for the past several days.

He got to your mouth, his lips just a hair away from yours. He stalled there, waiting for permission. Like a fool, you granted it. You closed the small gap and tasted his lips on yours, the faint taste of cigarettes on his lips from the nights he went out to have a smoke or two before bed.

An explosion erupted inside you and you found your hands nearly clawing at him, pulling him ever closer to you. His lips molded with yours perfectly. You grabbed at his sweater as he moaned into your mouth and began to push you onto the couch, into a laying position. Now, he was wedged between your legs, nearly panting as you laid kiss after kiss on each other. Your hand found its way under his sweater to his chest and he began kissing along your jawline, to your ear.

Finally, your conscience woke up from its nap and snapped you out of it.

“Wait, Hayden, stop,” you instructed and he immediately sat up. “We can’t do this,” you softly said, peering at him. “I’m with Sebastian. I love him...You’re still hurting from Rachel...This isn’t right.”

He nodded and sat back on the end of the couch, giving you room to sit up yourself.

“You’re right. I’m sorry...I just….I guess old habits die hard,” he joked half-heartedly.

You gave a sad smile and nodded.

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