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blackbirdie1234 · 2 months
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Hey!! I love your fic's so much!
Can I request a Jacob x Fem!reader where they are friends but reader has a crush on Jacob. When he shifts he leaves and does what he did to Bella like ignoring her and Billy won't answer the door.
Mutual pinning but neither knows. He imprints on reader.
Thank you so much keep up the great writing :)
Also, I was wondering if you are going to be doing the vampires as well?
Hi!, Thank you so much for the request! I appreciate the kind words <3
I will be doing fanfics for the vampires as well! As of right now I only have the wolves, but I am planning on making a master list for the vamps and Bella. If you want to make a request for them I can definitely do that! I am planning on making a fic for Jasper soon!
A/N: Not proofread! I aged Jacob up a bit, you both are seventeen here. I didn't know exactly how to end this but I think I might do a spin-off series off of this fic so if you are interested in that let me know. Also, sorry for the late posting I am currently sick and going through it lmao. Hope you enjoy <3
Warnings: Jacob being an ass, cursing, angst, Y/N with a backbone.
Wolf’s Out Of The Bag
Jacob Black x Fem!reader
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You were staring blankly down at your phone. Ten phone calls, ten phone calls sent to voicemail. Ten desperate, pleading voicemails. No callback, no text, nothing received. You snapped your phone closed and threw it down on the bed.
It had been two weeks since Jacob stormed off from your house after getting into a small disagreement, at least it started off that way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"It's nothing you need to worry about, Jacob," You grumbled with a slight roll of your eyes. Hoping he would drop the subject.
He was giving you an irritated look. You lightly pushed him with your shoulder giving him a small smile.
"I didn't think you'd care that much, it was one date and it's never happening again," you noted with a light-hearted laugh to ease the tension.
He turned to face you, irritation turning to anger. You could actually feel the heat radiating off of his body next to yours.
"Wow you must be really dumb, I mean how could you even think about going on a date with that pig. He's not good enough for you, but then again if you were desperate enough to give him a chance maybe I'm wrong" He barked getting more bitter with each word.
You look at him in shock.
"Why would you say that to me" You said not believing what you were hearing. "It's really none of your business who I go out with, you aren't my bodyguard, you don't have to 'protect' me. When did you get the right to decide who is 'good enough' for me? Huh? You're being a dick and I don't know why but it better change right now." You say sternly. He has never acted like this before and this sudden behavior change is not sitting well with you.
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Jacob left shortly after that. He had gotten so angry he was shaking, you can't even remember the words that were thrown after that. Now, he wasn't answering the phone. Billy said he came down with mono, you didn't know how much you believed it but decided to trust that Billy wouldn't lie to you.
Jacob was your best friend, you loved him a lot. You had never had such an intense fight, you never thought he would react the way he did. You only went on the stupid date to get Jacob out of your head, you thought that maybe you would get over Jacob if you found someone else to pay attention to. You were wrong, no one made you feel the way that Jacob did. Jacob made you feel at home, you couldn't explain why but it was like he was the person you were meant to be with. He was the one who understood you fully and would never judge you for anything you said or did. Until now......
You were deeply hurt by what Jacob said to you, and if he thought that you would get over it he was surely mistaken. He had never said anything more hurtful to you in your entire friendship. You had thought about just letting it go, letting life run its course even if it meant Jacob being out of your life, but you couldn't just sit and let him speak to you that way. You wanted answers. Sitting in your room waiting for him to call and explain was becoming too stressful. You sat there for hours overthinking and no matter what you were doing you were replaying the moment in your mind.
You must be going crazy. At least that's what you were trying to convince yourself after seeing Jacob cliff-jumping with Sam Uley and his gang. You had decided that you would go to La Push, and relax your body and mind on one of the only partly cloudy days in Forks. The skies were pretty clear but there was a storm coming soon, so you decided to do it now. Never in your life did you think you would see what you were seeing now. Are you fucking serious? was all you could think as you drove your car straight to Billy Black's house. You wanted to make sure it was really Jacob, so you went to the man who had told you how 'serious' his condition was in the first place.
As you pulled into the driveway the clouds began covering the sky in a dark grey mass. You hopped out of the car and began walking to the front door, Billy had opened the door as soon as you stepped onto the wood. His face had a mix of concern and confusion as he noticed your agitated expression and the way your chest was slightly heaving from anger.
"Where is he" you say with a grumble.
"He's not here, he went out," He says seriously but looking down a bit not wanting to make eye contact. Billy didn't like lying to you and to your face it was even worse.
Just as you were about to speak you looked to the side and saw that far away down the hill, Jacob stood playfully nudging another man as a few more came out of the woods.
"Don't Y/N" Billy said in warning.
You started stomping down the hill, ignoring Billy's yells. Billy calling your name caught the attention of Jacob, as his face shifted from laughing to completely still. You continued to walk towards Jacob as the rain started, it quickly went from a drizzle to full pouring as you finally reached him.
To say you were fuming would be an understatement.
"What the actual fuck Jacob!" you say basically screaming at the shirtless man, who was now staring directly into your eyes with what looked like pure amazement but you ignored it the best you could, whatever love for him you felt in that moment may have been strong but you were too angry to care so you continued.
"So we have one fight and you ignore me for two weeks?! I called you ten times, ten times Jacob. You couldn't bother picking up the phone at least once, you could've told me you didn't want to be friends but no! You had your daddy lie to me" You say with an angry laugh.
"I thought you were sick Jacob! Too sick to pick up the damn phone and text me! Come to find out you were just having too much fun cliff jumping with the guys we used to make fun of! You know what you can have them, If you want to throw away seventeen years of friendship then be my guest." You say finally taking a breath.
The weight off of your chest feels amazing, but as you finish Jacob falls to his knees. The boys behind him look between you two with pure shock on their faces before they start laughing and smiling. You look up at them shocked and confused thinking they were making fun of you. They start walking away but not before patting Jake on the back. Sam leans down and whispers something to him as he sits there still on his knees staring at you.
"Do you even care about a word I just said to you? You know what never mind if you think this is a joke I might as well leave," You say turning around and starting to walk away.
Jacob suddenly found his voice as he quickly got to his feet and stumbled trying to reach you.
"WAIT! Wait, wait, Y/N please hold on!" He spoke hurriedly. Grasping for your hand and pulling you around. Hand now resting on your waist.
"I am so, so sorry. Please let me explain everything, I promise I won't lie to you anymore. I can explain everything now, just come inside and dry off." He said pleadingly, trying his best to get you to listen to him.
You thought for a moment, you didn't trust him at all but the way he was speaking you knew he was telling the truth to some extent. It was hard for him to lie to you, you know how Jacob works, you know the subtle mannerisms he has when he's not telling the truth. Considering all of this you finally speak.
"Fine, but if things don't add up or I find out you are still lying, I am gone," You say sternly, pulling his hands away from you and walking up the hill.
When you get to the house, Jacob gives you warm tea and a blanket which you take from him without a word. He comes over and sits across from you. He almost reaches for your hand but stops himself.
"The day that I left your house, something changed, I changed...." He claimed, looking at your reaction with a hint of fear but continued "This is going to sound crazy, but you have to believe me on this..... I am a werewolf"
You stared at him for a moment before throwing the blanket off and standing up, Jacob followed suit immediately. You threw him a glare before starting to walk out.
"No, No, Y/N wait!" he shouted after you, reaching out and grabbing your hand. "I am telling the truth let me show you" He spoke as he continued outside your hand still in his.
" I swear Jacob if this is a pra....."
You went dead silent as he began taking his boots, and then his shorts off. Now standing in just his underwear. He gave you a curt nod and then started bending and shaking profusely. You could barely blink before your best friend stood in front of you only he wasn't human anymore, he was a massive wolf.
You jumped back a bit as the wolf started coming towards you, noticing your fear he slowly laid down on the ground and gave out a small whine to signal he would not hurt you. You were in complete shock, how was this possible? Everything you ever heard about the stories of the Quileute tribe growing up was true, and your best friend was living proof. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but they were silenced by the wolf standing up and trotting to the back of the house. Jacob then emerged in different clothes than before.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you Y/N" Jacob expressed, grabbing your hands hesitantly until you leaned into the touch slightly.
"Why couldn't you tell me, you know I would never judge you, nor would I ever tell anyone " You pressed before giving him a confused stare "Wait why are you telling me now?"
He looked at you a gave you a crooked smile.
"It's one of the rules that came with the gig" He laughs a bit before pulling you a bit closer. "The reason I can tell you now is because you are my soulmate," He says beaming down at you.
You stare up at him with a bewildered expression.
"I'm your what?" you say breathing out.
"You are my imprint, Y/N. It's a wolf's soulmate, it is the reason for their existence, you feel like it isn't gravity holding you to the ground anymore, it's them. You can be anything the imprint wants you to be, a friend, a protector, a lover, all that matters is that the two are connected. Like vines on trees overlapping each other both on the same path, interlocked." He pauses, putting his hand on your face and caressing your cheek gently.
"I know this might be overwhelming and a lot to handle. I really want you to know how deeply sorry I am for everything that I said. I'm not going to sit here and blame it all on the wolf because it wasn't, I was jealous. I was jealous that you went on that date with someone that wasn't me and I didn't mean a word that I said about you. I'm going to be fully honest with you from now on, starting with the fact that I have been in love with you since the second grade. I know that trusting me will take time, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I understand that I have hurt you, so it might take a very long time but I will always be there for you. Everything is up to you, I understand if you want to reject the connection. The connection can be anything you want it to be, but I really truly do not want to lose you and the past two weeks without you have been hell on earth for me. I'm just really sorry Y/N." He pleads letting go of your hands and allowing you to process.
"I... I love you too Jacob. I have for a while now. I'm not going to forgive you easily but I am glad you understand how much you have hurt me. I am willing to give this a shot, mainly because I can feel the connection and would be an idiot if I said that I didn't." You laugh a bit as he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face.
"But if you ever say or do that to me again I will put you in a dog house and leave you there," You say with an evil smile laughing at the way his face drops before he joins in.
You two get out of the rain and drive separately to Emily's house where you meet the pack and they explain in much more detail what being a wolf really entails. You and Emily become quick friends, and as the days go on you slowly fall into a routine that is pure chaos but you wouldn't have it any other way. You and Jacob work on your relationship, slowly building back trust and falling deeper and deeper into love with each other. You have fully accepted your place in a world filled with wolves and life seems to be going great, that is until they tell you exactly why they turn into the big ferocious beasts....... there are vampires in Forks.
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nebula-wing · 3 months
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Romantic | Hiccup x the "Perfect" Viking
TW/CW: No third-person pronouns used (used you/your). One (1) use of minor profanity.
Summary: Hiccup idolises his crush. He did during the human-dragon conflict, and now he does after. But she just doesn't seem to understand any of his hints.
Author's Note: Hello! Thank you for being my first requester! I'm going to set this during the beginning of RTTE sort of since they're 18 in that. Sorry, I forgot to say to tell me when it's set! But I've added that to the pinned post now. Also, is the heart emoji an emoji anon? Because if so I'll add it to the pinned post (no pressure ofc).
Request: Look you have the request box open, so I was encouraged to request; it can be one of Hiccup with a crush on Reader (Fem, Gn as is more comfortable for you) who is a "perfect" Viking but only because she found a way to fight on her own terms and not bend, and is very nice to Hiccup but never realizes how Hiccup lets on that he is in love with her and she is just like "You are so cute and nice" until Hiccup confesses to her and Reader feels the same. 💕
From: Anonymous
Hiccup always idolised you. He did when you fought dragons; watching as you charged into battle with your axe. Whenever you came by Gobber's for help with your weaponry, he'd quickly take his place as the guy to help you. While he had liked Astrid before, it was much nicer to like you. For once, he had someone his age listening to him and actually engaging in conversation with him that wasn't plain sarcasm or pity.
Of course, you two were only fifteen then, and there wasn't much time to worry about romance. After Hiccup brought the peace between people and dragons, life changed a lot. Soon, you had a dragon of your own and were joining Hiccup and his new friends in their adventures. It was a lot, going from hating these things to being best buds. But he was always by your side. How nice of him.
Obviously, you were blissfully unaware of his massive crush on you. From day one, it had been, "wow, Hiccup is so nice," and, "I'm really glad to have him as a friend." Never did you stop to consider why he was being so nice, or how different he was to everyone else.
Of course, he was nice to everyone. Even with the likes of Snotlout, who had been mean to him since the beginning, he still treated them with respect. And he tried to help others see people in a good light, too, like with his, "the twins have a purpose," speech he gave Astrid.
It was just different with you. With you he joked more, laughed more, smiled more--was nervous more--and all-in-all was able to loosen up a bit. To you, this was how he always was. How could you notice how he was different if you were never there to see it? But it was obvious to everyone else. At some point or another they had all pestered him to hurry up and confess, either on their own or in groups. But he didn't budge.
You were a good fighter among the group. Though your bond with your dragon was nigh unbreakable, you preferred person-on-person combat. You didn't want to let all that training go to waste, even if it was on a different target. Together, you and your axe would go swinging at whatever target you picked. It was 50% unhinged, 50% calculated, and 100% terrifying. Never did you bend to the other's instructions, even on the off-chance it got you in major trouble. It was a rule you had set yourself: to fight on your own terms, not somebody else's.
Yes, Hiccup was annoyed that you'd never listen to his plan and he'd have to do a backup just in case. And yes, he was head-over-heels in love with your badass attitude. Truth be told, you liked him too. He was thoughtful and kind and brave; all things you'd love to have in a partner. But then again, you didn't see any sign to make a move.
Only was it during the end of a mission when the two of you were making heart eyes at each other did someone speak up. It was Snotlout, going on in a frustrated tone.
"Gods, will you--" he stammered, before getting on Hookfang and flying off.
It wasn't long before you were staring at Hiccup, confused. He chuckled nervously before making an announcement about getting back to the Edge before it got too dark. Before you could say anything, he was up in the sky and gone.
By the time you got back to the Edge, it was dusk. The fires were lit as everyone crowded around the food. People talked as if nothing had happened earlier. Every now and then you'd glance at him, trying to make sense of what Snotlout had meant. But every time you'd look his way, he'd be too busy talking to someone else.
So, by the time dinner was over, you'd mostly forgotten about the little incident. You'd pushed it to the back of your brain. By the end of it, when everyone else had gone to bed and you were soon to follow, you were surprised to hear Hiccup say your name.
You turned around to look at him.
"Listen, uh, I know you're probably wondering what Snotlout meant earlier," he started. "And I probably should have told you..."
You raised an eyebrow, asking, "is something wrong? You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah, well, it's not really an easy thing to say."
"Hiccup, what's wrong?" you said, voice stern.
He sighed, "listen, we've been friends for a while, you and I know each other pretty well. But lately, things have been...Uh, different."
A pit formed in your stomach.
He continued, "I...Look, I kind of have a thing for you, and I was wondering if you'd like to, y'know, go out."
There was a moment of silence before you responded.
"Wait, what?"
Hiccup simply stared at you for a moment before responding, "uh...Sorry?"
"No, no, no, hold on. You've had a thing for me for how long?" You were almost yelling, but quickly got hold of your tone. When did this happen?
"A few years, really."
"A few--" you stammered, "a few years?! For Thor's sake, Hiccup, why didn't you tell me?!"
He chuckled, "I thought I was obvious. I guess everyone was right, you are a bit dense."
"The others know?!"
"I mean, yeah. They were always telling me to hurry up and say it."
You stared at him before looking in the direction of the huts.
"Wow," you said, "we're never going to outlive this."
"'We?'" he repeated.
"I--yeah, 'we.'"
You glanced over at him. He was smiling.
"But seriously, Tuff and Ruff are going to be on my arse about this."
The two of you shared a laugh.
Hiccup stretched his arms out in front of him, saying, "well, we really should be getting to sleep. I'm guessing you don't want me telling anyone about this."
"Yeah, maybe not first thing tomorrow. But I won't make you wait forever." You nodded, walking off but still facing him. "But yeah, I'll see you in the morning."
"See you." He waved.
The both of you walked off in your separate directions, excited for what the morning would bring.
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natsaffection · 1 year
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My sweet Baby. | part 1 | N.Romanoff
Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader
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Word Count: 2,997
warnings: none (until now..)
A/n: Here it is! The first part of: My sweet Baby. I don't really have a post schedule, so I will post anytime. Maybe every two days. However have fun..
(Pls keep in Mind that English is not my first language. So if you see any Mistakes please let me know)
It's the first day of your hard-earned vacation in L.A. You've wanted to go here since you were about seven, and now the time has finally come. You arrive at your...well, hotel, if you can call it a hotel. It was one of the cheapest in town, and since you were just sleeping here and out on the town the rest of the time, it wasn't too bad for you.
You put your things down and opened the only window in the room. You look out and breathe in the new fresh air that you could only dream of until today. You looked down at the people who were beginning their daily lives. What do you think it's like to live in such a big city forever? What do they work down there, so they can afford it all?
You shake off the thoughts and remember why you are actually here. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then you started your first morning of the day.
The first two days went according to your plan. You saw your sights, you bought a t-shirt with the palm tree, you went to the Santa Monica Pier and much more. You could get used to that.
It was already late, and you decided to go to a cafe to wind down. So, you googled again which of the stores serve good drinks and above all at a pleasant price. After all, you didn't have much left. You found one after a while and were surprised when you stood in front of it... "It doesn't look that bad...".
You were at first taken back about the statements of the café, but once you dared to take a look inside, the feeling quickly faded. You went inside and stood at the counter, you looked at the menu card and ordered what sounded best to you. The lady just smiled kindly and went to work. Meanwhile, you looked around and felt a little uncomfortable. You saw people with expensive clothes, expensive watches, was that a Rolex? Is that even a Rolex? All over the place.
You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice another person ordering a drink. And you didn't notice until the barista went back to work. You took a few steps to the side so that the other person would also have more room to wait. You looked at her and..wow. That is now the final sign that you were in the wrong place. How can someone be so pretty? She had long, red, curly hair that went a little past her shoulders. At her neck, a necklace that must have cost more than your whole vacation here. Her clothes must be handled with soft gloves...And of course again, a watch that has more parts than your cell phone. You suddenly had an urge to say it out loud,
"You have a really nice watch.."
"Oh, thank you..Do you own a Philippe too?"
Philippe?
"I'm sorry, what?" You looked at the woman, confused. Why is she asking you about a country now? "The Patek watch, sweet." You looked back down at her wrist and back up at her,
"Oh! No, no...I don't own one." God, this is embarrassing, "It's very pretty! You must have paid a fortune for it..." The older woman looked at you and leaned back a little, "Three million." Now it was your turn again, who looked at her confused, "Three million what?”
The woman just had to smile, "Three million dollars, the watch I mean."
Okay, now what's the quickest and easiest way to leave this store? THREE MILLION FOR A WATCH? Who would do this?...I- Who would spend that kind of money on a device that can only tell the time?
"Wow that's a l-"
"Ms. your late is ready." You were interrupted by the barista as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the redhead again and smiled, "That seems to be mine."
She just looked after you as you took it and asked how much you should pay now,
"That'll be 13 dollar."
HUH?
"E-Excuse me, but could you please repeat that? I think I mis-" You clearly misunderstood her, it was three, THREE dollars-.
"That's thirteen dollars." You looked at her as if you had seen a ghost, "T-Thir-"
"Put it on my bill please, here you can keep the rest." A soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, and you saw the red haired woman with the totally overpriced watch, hand the other woman a $50 bill. The barista just nodded, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Did a strange woman just give you money? Why? "W-Well, thank you..I'll give you this back-" She held a hand in front of your face to stop you, "Please, that was for the compliment earlier." She smiled and looked back as she got her drink. She looked back at you, "Shall we sit down?"
You looked deep into her eyes and thought about it. What could possibly go wrong? "Yeah sure, why not..."
Her smile widened, and she made her way to a window seat. She pushed out the chair and waited for you to sit down, "Thanks..." You smacked yourself inside, as your voice sounded totally pathetic. She's just trying to be nice, right?
"So, what's a pretty young girl like you doing in one of the most expensive cafes in the neighborhoods?" Most expensive?!"Wait, that's this one, right?" You took out your phone and showed her the picture you had googled earlier. She leaned further forward and looked at the picture, "No, that would be one street over. This one..."
She looked at you for a moment, and you didn't know why. She then took a finger and scrolled around a bit on your phone, "This is it, that's where we are right now." You looked at her before turning your phone towards you and looking at the screen. Your jaw dropped now for the fourth time today. You are in a five star coffee shop. One of the best in town. Well, that explains a lot...
"Okay, this is a little embarrassing..." You held your drink up to your face so the other woman next to you wouldn't see your red face. "You're not from around here, are you?" That the woman finds this amusing was totally audible,
"No...I'm actually from Denver. I'm just here for a few days." The redhead took a sip, "Why?"
"I'm here for a short vacation, since I've always wanted to come here. I mean..we're talking about the real Los Angeles! The city that's probably in most games or movies. I wanted to see it for real." You think your answer was enough for her, "So, what do you think so far?" You thought a little, "Well..Damn expensive..I mean, we are drinking a coffee for thirteen dollars right now! In college, it's 1,50..."
"You're still studying?" I've only known this person for five minutes and still could hear out that the question sounded surprised. "Yes..art history. It's fun, so there's nothing to complain about..."
I smiled at my self and so had to the woman, "May I ask how old you are?"
Can she? I mean, I don't know this woman... "I'm 21." The woman looked at you with a monotone facial expression, but inside she tried to hide her lust, "Still so young..wow," you had to laugh, "Yeah and still doesn't know what to do with me.."
"You don't?"
"No..I mean.. I'm barely managing to pay my college, so..."
The woman looked at you curiosity. She took out her cell phone and typed on it for a bit until she put it back. "What's your name?" The question was unexpected. You just cried your heart out, and she just wants to know your name?
"Y/n..Y/n L/n."
"Well Y/n, I think today is our lucky day..."
"Why? Are you offering me a job? I don't know if you were listening to me earlier, but I'm not from here..I live thousands of miles away..So if that's not a home office job that also pays better than my two current jobs to-”
She watched you as you let your frustration out. She makes a mental note to her to not fire her assistant after all, who screwed up bringing her the coffee and had to go herself. "Believe me ms. L/n this offer will blow you wide open." You looked at the woman and tried to get a glimpse of whether she was joking. However, you realize she is total serious. "Okay.. go ahead Ms?"
"Natasha Romanoff."
Natasha Romanoff..you knew that name from somewhere..But- "But we don't discuss that here. I appreciate my privacy and most of all yours."
What?
"Now you're scaring me a little..If you want me to walk over dead bodies for you, it's going to be difficult-" The woman chuckled, "No..I have another department for that." What- "I'm just kidding."
"I-I knew that! Um..With all due respect, but I'd like to discuss the offer here..."
So I could run..
"I wouldn't do that if I w-"
"Here or not at all..Ms Romanoff." You leaned back, proud of your statement. I mean what could that woman possibly do to you?
Meanwhile, Natasha is trying her hardest not to pull a fist one on you, and spank your ass after that answer. She leans forward again and looks you right in the face, "One more answer like that Y/n and I'll put you over my lap in front of everyone."
You just imagined this. No way- no way did she just say that to you. "Do you understand?"
"W-What?"
No. You didn't imagine it. Did she- "Y/n?"
Perhaps Natasha did act too quickly when she saw your notification on your phone from the app called: Sugar Mommy Fee. However, your concerns evaporated when, "Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"I understand, sorry..." Natasha nearly moaned. You even have manners, that's a lottery win she wouldn't even need. "So as you wish, I-" you shifted in your chair, "N-No..um..I'll get back to you on that offer from earlier..not here." Natasha just smirked, "All right then, follow me."
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                                      The two of you left the cafe and walked towards a black Bentley. In front of it, someone in a black suit waited and opened the back door for Natasha. She stepped aside and let you go in first. You thanked her and sat down in the back. 
Your mother would throw her beloved cup against your head if she knew you got into someone else's car. But what could happen? Natasha obviously has something big to lose if she decides to kill you.
"May I ask what you do for a living?" Natasha looked over at you from her Ipad,
"My company is a global leader in communication technologies, eco-production and next generation agriculture solutions."
Her company??
You couldn't keep up with the first word. The woman sitting next to you is a literal doer. That explains the car, the clothes, hell that watch..So why does she want anything to do with you? The one who has a hole in her sock and paints her toe black, so you can't see it. You also take your cell phone out of your pocket and wanted to write your friend whats happening. And maybe send your location. You were about to unlock your phone when you saw the disaster.
You saw a few messages from Instagram, a message from your family group and...a notification from Sugar Mommy fee. That's it. You're screwed. Natasha must have seen it when she wanted to show the real cafe. That's why she was staring at you! Fuck..Is it fuck? I mean.. The app was just a joke between you and a friend, but look where it got you. You're probably sitting in a sugar mommy car right now. Oh god...Nata-
"What's on your mind?"
"N-Nothing!!!" Rule number one, you probably already understood: Don’t tell Lies.
"You're lucky we haven't cleared up the contract yet Ms. L/n."
She looked back at her Ipad and continued reading the article she had open. You put your phone back in your pocket and looked out the window. You are on the complete other side of the city, everywhere you saw only big buildings, and then you stopped at one yourself. Natasha got out and you were overwhelmed because you didn't know what to do until Natasha opened your door. You took a deep breath and got out.
You entered the building and people were everywhere greeting the red-haired woman. You entered an elevator and the man from earlier stayed outside, "Is he here for your safety?" The woman looked down at you, she could literally feel your fear, "Steve?" She chuckled, "No, I'm good at taking care of myself, but my marketing department insisted. Good looks for the public, the normal stuff. "Oh..” The normal stuff, what have I gotten myself into?
Before you could worry anymore, the door opened and Natasha was waiting for you to get off the elevator. "Just follow the red carpet."
"Red seems to be your favorite color, doesn't it?"
Natasha just grinned and put her hand on your back to guide you. Don’t Blush Y/n! The two of you walk a bit until you arrived in front of a large wooden door, which of course was opened again by two staff members. In the room, which is twice the size of your hotel room, has a stunning view over the whole city. You could barely see the people below you. "Have a seat."
Natasha pointed where, and while you sat down, she went to a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. She came back and sat down as well and unwrapped the envelope to put it in front of you.
"What is this?"
"A confidentiality agreement. It says you can't talk to anyone about anything that concerns us. I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." You looked at the piece of paper and back at her, "Are you putting this in front of everyone you want to start to Date? And as I mentioned..I can't stay here, Ms. Romanoff. I'm going to college for a few more months, I-I'm going to work, and it's all miles away..." Natasha leaned back in her chair,
"First of all. I don't date. Second, we can work out that distance thing, there's more than one way. Besides, it's only an hour flight. I can handle that."
Now the alarm bells were ringing. "You? You can handle that? What about me?"
"Y/n..." She leaned forward again and bowed her hands in front of her, "do you even know what a sugar mommy contract is?" Why does she never mince words and always blurts everything out right away?!
"Answer me, Y/n." You shifted,
"N-Well..Two people enter into a relationship while Person A gives money to person B and Person B gives Person A..Love..." Natasha sighed and took a breath,
"Okay..I want you to listen to me carefully now. In such a..relationship as you call it, it is strictly speaking a soft form of prostitution. In exchange for expensive gifts or other forms of payment, the Sugar Baby," She points to you, "provides her companionship and usually sexual favors. I'm looking for just that. A person who will keep me company at various things and in the nights-"
"I'll be your Toy? Is that it?" She didn't like your tone at all.
"Yes. Just that and nothing more." She looked you straight in the eye to check on your feelings. "Steve is downstairs to drive you to your hotel right now if you want to decline. But..I can give you everything, Y/n. And when I mean anything, I don't just mean financial."
What are you supposed to do? Leave? Stay? BOTH? You don't know..Natasha's offer sounds..tempting, but would you be willing to put your body on the line for it?
"Can..Can I think about it?"
Natasha felt a tiny bit of success. She pretty much has you in the palm of her hands.
"Of course. When's your flight back?"
If I tell her, will she refuse?
"In two days..." You could see a little movement. "Well that's short notice, but we'll work it out, don't worry about it."
She always makes it sound so easy..
"Okay and..are we sleeping with each other now o-or?" Natasha slid her chair a little to the side and opened a drawer by her desk. She took out another sheet of paper and a pen and put the two things in front of you, "Write your email on there please. I will send you all the details." You did as she said and wrote it on the paper. "You can keep the pen." You look at her and see her just smiling, "See as with souvenirs."
"I-I don't have a laptop..And the mail program on the phone is-" Natasha pressed a button at her desk. "Don't worry about it, it's already taken care of." A few seconds later, another woman opened the door and brought you a wrapped box. I rolled my eyes as the paper it was wrapped in was red, of course.
"I'll mail everything to you tonight, and after that, you can still refuse, anytime, okay? But think about it.“ You both got up from your chairs, "Okay..thank you.."
She walked you to her door, "Steve will drive you to your hotel. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me okay? I need you to be as comfortable as I am, understood?"
"Got it, thanks..." The older woman looked at you and smiled. She did then walk you to the elevator by herself, and you went inside. You both looked at each other and the elevator doors closed.
"Y/n."
"Natasha.."
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late-to-the-party-81 · 8 months
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Stockings hanging by the fire
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AN: Ho ho ho - Merry Christmas in July! I was supposed to post this in March as a late Christmas present for my darling Tonje, but i forgot! Sorry @doasyoudesireandlive . Let’s also ignore the fact that Bucky didn’t ship out in December……
Beta’d by @yarnforbrains
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and Mood board by me
Masterlist
Summary: Decorating your rooms for Christmas wasn't going as well as planned. Luckily a dashing young soldier offers to help you out, and you aren't going to turn one of our brave boys away...
Relationship: 40’s Bucky x Reader
Wordcount: 1.5k
CW: Fluff and Flirting, Implied off-screen spicy time. 40’s Bucky in dress uniform cos he’s definitely a warning!
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This was not going the way you’d anticipated. How hard was it to actually get a Christmas tree up the few brownstone steps and into your apartment? Apparently, very. You hefted it again, but to no avail. And to make matters worse, the small flurry of snow that had been swirling around when you’d set out was getting heavier, and the air getting sharper. Even the children who’d been making snowmen had abandoned them.
You let out another loud sigh, as opposed to the curse you wanted to. Mrs. Sweeny who lived upstairs (and was this minute looking out through her curtains at you while you struggled) already thought you were a good time girl, likely to end up in trouble, so you were trying to present a more demure and ladylike facade. But it was hard when you realised you were sweating like a preacher in a whore-house, and that the needles on the tree had scuffed up your favourite leather gloves. You’d give up, but that would mean that even apart from the fact it would mean abandoning your not so insignificant purchase where it currently lay, it would just present you with a different problem.
The tree was stuck. No going up and no going down. You loosened your grip and pinched the bridge of your nose, a litany of profanities circulating around your brain.
“Excuse me, doll… but you appear to be in need of assistance.”
A warm, syrupy voice made its way to your ears, and you looked up to find the source.
Well! Hello, Soldier!
He was obviously newly minted and fresh out of the box. His dress greens were wrinkle free, his hat perched jauntily on his head atop his Bryll-creamed chestnut hair. His eyes were light blue, sparkling with amusement, an expression matched by the lilt of his full pink lips.
Now, contrary to what Mrs Sweeny thought, you were no good-time girl. However, neither were you a missish maid. When you got an itch, you scratched it, but you were careful about it too. You had a good job as a receptionist, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you couldn’t keep your underthings in place. But looking at this nice looking Sergeant, you could feel that itch making itself known, and he looked like he’d know how to scratch it real good.
“You noticed, huh?” You leaned your hip against the railing, tipped your head to the side slightly and flashed him your most winning smile. “I think I bit off more than I could chew.”
“Well, I could always help you out. You know, if you want?” He’d stepped closer, but you were still slightly taller, being part way up the steps.
“Have a dashing young soldier assist me in my time of need? How is a girl supposed to say no to that?”
He flashed you a grin then, and how you didn’t swoon, you didn’t know.
“Don’t say no then, doll.” 
He bent down then, and you were momentarily confused, until he hooked his arms under your nemesis the tree and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.
Wow!
“Lead on, sweetheart.”
You practically skipped up the last few steps, awkwardly pulling your keys out of your purse, before opening the front door to the building. 
“Afraid I’m on the second floor, Sergeant….?” You trailed off, giving him the opportunity to give you his name.
“Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. But my good friends call me Bucky.” Oh, he was smooth.
“Bucky, it is then.”
You led the way up the stairwell, somewhat in awe of how effortlessly Bucky was carrying your tree. When you reached your own door, you repeated your awkwardness with the keys, and gave the door - which had a tendency to stick - a sharp nudge with your shoulder. Removing your gloves and wondering how you were going to put right the damage done to them by the pine sap, you gestured to the tree stand you already had set up ready in front of your main window.
“Could you place it in that for me? I didn’t expect getting a tree to be this difficult.”
“Sure thing, doll.”
You took your coat off, hung it on the peg, along with your purse, took off your hat and quickly checked your hair and lipstick in the small vanity mirror by the door, while Bucky’s back was turned.
“So, is this your first Christmas on your own then?”
He threw the question over his shoulder as he tightened the screws on the tree stand around the rough trunk of the pine. You turned back around and leant your weight on your sideboard.
“Yup. Moved outta Ma and Pa’s three months back. Got this place for a steal and a job down at Montgomery’s as the receptionist. It’s a good gig. And you? Getting ready to ship out?”
Bucky stood, clapping his hands together and brushing off the lingering pieces of bark and needles on his green woollen pants.
“Sure am. Completed basic training. Got bumped up to Sergeant on account of my sharp-shooter skills. Catching the boat to England in two days.” He lifted his right hand up to his temple and gave you a salute. “Ready to serve, miss.”
There was an awkward silence then. He’d completed his chivalrous task, but it was clear from the tension in the air between you that neither of you were wanting this interaction to end, at least not yet. You moved away from the sideboard, walking closer to him. He stayed put, right where he was, not widening the gap between you but not closing it either. Open, but not pushy.
“Well thank you very much for your help, Sergeant. But I wondered, on account of how cold and snowy it is outside, whether I could offer you some hospitality in thanks. I could fix you a drink, and if you wanted, you could help me with the decorating. Ornaments and stockings and the such-like? I want to make this room my own personal winter wonderland.”
“A drink would be much appreciated, and spending even more time with a beautiful dame is not gonna be anything I’d turn down.”
“Least I can offer for one of our country’s brave boys.” You walked your fingers up the front of his buttoned jacket and made a display of straightening his tie, before turning and sauntering towards your little kitchenette. You pulled two glass tumblers out of your cupboard, and then moving to a second, retrieved your bottle of whisky. You saw Bucky’s eyebrow rise as you placed a healthy measure in each glass. You took a sip from yours, silently letting him know that you were no stranger to strong liquor, and then returned to his side, hips swinging.
He took the other glass from your hand, and you clinked them together. 
“To festive cheer and new friends.”
“I can definitely drink to that, doll.”
Silence fell again as you both sipped your drinks, but it was less awkward and more electric, the previous tension now stronger and thrumming through your veins. You placed your near empty glass down on your coffee table.
“I hate to ask you for another favour, Bucky, but I wondered if you could light the fire for me. I’m just going to pop in the other room and get the things I need for decorating and what not…”
“Not a problem at all.” He placed his glass next to yours and walked round to your fireplace.
“The matches are on the mantle. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“I’ll be right here waiting, beautiful.”
Somehow you controlled yourself walking into your room, not giving away how excited you were. God, you hoped you were reading this right. Quickly you slipped out of your skirt and blouse, and gave yourself a quick wash under the arms from the jug of water you kept on your dresser. A spritz of perfume, a slick of lipstick and another primp of your hair and you were as ready as you were going to be. You took a deep breath and walked back out into your living room.
Bucky was kneeling in front of your fireplace, prodding at the big log he’d just put on to the burning kindling, trying to get it to catch. He’d removed his jacket and hat, the latter perching on top of the former that was folded over the arm of your slightly ratty sofa. You could see the play of the muscles of his back under his dress shirt, and imagined how they’d feel under your hands.
You walked closer until you stood right next to him. He turned his head and looked up at you, eyes wide as he took in your stocking covered legs, your satin french knickers and matching camisole.
“Are you still okay to help me with my stockings?” You lifted one foot and placed it on his knee. His hand gently captured your ankle and then slid up slowly, but surely up your thigh towards the fasteners.
“Those weren't the stockings I had in mind, doll, but I’m not gonna complain.”
And neither did you.
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alicenttully · 1 year
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I was on a Aria fan blog because I hate myself and wanted to see what they were posting (the Sansa obsession is real like every other post was literally just made to hate on Sansa to uplift Aria) when I saw a few posts about Elia and, I shit you not, this person was arguing that Elia and Ratgar were totally chill with each other and PolITiCal ParTnErS and Elia totally knew about him crowing L/yanna as QLB and supported it because Elia must have thought it was unfair L/yanna couldn't participate in the tourney cause she was a woman (which lmaooo). I just.....I mean....wow. Never thought I lived to see the day people try to Cool Girl-ify Elia but here we are. They weirdly claim it's because they don't want her to be seen as a "victim" so instead they're......depicting her as a doormat with no self-respect who would be fine with her husband's nasty behavior and being humiliated up and down because I guess that's better???? They also argued that Jon would in no way be a threat to Aegon or Rhaenys' places in the line of succession so Elia would be chill about that too (which again lmaooooo). I am amused at the lack of any and all critical thinking, media literacy, or reading comprehension skills but am also flabbergasted and want to start swinging.
Hey.
The people who seriously believe Elia would have defended Rhaegar's completely inane actions are very young or very dumb.
"All the smiles died." There is literally nothing, not a whisper, ZILCH that Elia knew what was going to happen at that tourney or that she approved it. Wasn't there an artwork that was commissioned by George where he approved of the artist's depiction of Elia sitting stiffly in the stands while Rhaegar pissed off the North, Stormlands, & Dorne? Unless they think she was pretending?
And that's such a nonsensical argument for Elia being OK with it. To be blunt, Lyanna not being able to participate openly wasn't Elia's problem. Lyanna not being able to participate openly is not justification for Rhaegar to publicly insult his wife like that - because that is exactly what it would have looked like to outsiders. Not to mention the offence to Lyanna - its kind of a wonder that Rickard didn't rush the wedding after so he could see Lyanna safely wed & have the protection of the title 'Lady Baratheon', but he was probably afraid of particular rumors starting if she fell pregnant too quickly. Ugh...
If I was Elia I would not breathe easy unless I knew that Jon Snow was
a) fostered away from court with people that were unfailingly loyal to me. And unfailingly kind as well. Being smart doesn't require being a monster *cough* Tywin
b) entered the Night's Watch or the Faith when he came of age. Is it fair? Not really- but it's a kinder fate than the one Rhaenys got.
But yeah the people who cry over how its wrong to accept that Elia was a victim dress it up as empowerment, when really it's all just about protecting Rhaegar. If Elia was in on it, then Rhaegar can't be the villain! Are they going to argue next that Aerys was justified in murdering Brandon & Rickard the way he did because he actually knew of Rhaegar's plans & that it was super importance he impregnante the teenage girl he kidnapped/ran off with? Be for real.
Anyway I would just avoid those blogs or be like me, get yourself blocked by them as many as you can looool
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dottielovegood · 1 year
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I love the holiday prompts! Maybe 7 or 11 for Feyre and Cassian causing chaos together like they do when they’re decorating together ACOFAS? (Perhaps they even involve Elain and Azriel in their nonsense this year!)
Thank you so much for this prompt! It was my first time writing something that wasn't purely elriel, which really forced me out of my comfort zone. I'm not sure I got the characterization of Cassian and Feyre completely right, but I hope you like it anyway! :) I had a lot of fun with this one (and I got to re-read all the Solstice scenes in the books for research, which was great!)
I wanted to post this a few days ago but then life (and Christmas) got in the way. I hope you're all still feeling at least a bit festive!
7: "What is it?" (and odd Christmas gift) 11: "I can't believe we did that"
Summary: While drunkenly decorating the house for Solstice, Cassian and Feyre decide to do some last minute Solstice shopping for Elain and Azriel.
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Solstice Mischief
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A few days before Solstice
“A little more to the right.”
Cassian held up the giant wreath over the fireplace and moved it slightly to his right. “Like this?” 
Feyre sipped her wine and gave him a thumbs up, “That’s perfect.”
“So, it’s in the middle now?”
“Not even close,” she laughed and took another sip. This was her third glass of wine and she was already feeling slightly drunk. She hadn’t had much alcohol since having Nyx and apparently, her new body was a bit more sensitive to the effects of wine now. 
She watched from her seat on the sofa as Cassian put the wreath up over the mantle. It looked awful. They had made the wreath together earlier and it was definitely the ugliest wreath she had ever seen, which is exactly what made it so perfect. 
This had become one of the traditions Feyre most looked forward to on Solstice - getting drunk and decorating the house with Cassian. They hadn’t meant for it to look so awful that first year, but the two bottles of wine had certainly not turned either of them into interior designers. When Azriel had seen what they had done, he had promptly started to fix their mistakes while muttering under his breath that Feyre was an artist and should, at least, be able to decorate the mantle properly. 
The next year, Feyre had asked Cassian to come over just to get his mind off the fact that Nesta was going to dance with Eris in the Court of Nightmares the following evening. Feyre, being pregnant, had obviously not gotten drunk that year but Cassian had drunk enough for both of them. Then Cassian had asked her if she thought that Azriel would come to their rescue again if they tried to decorate the house just like the previous year, and since Feyre was adamant on making Cassian feel better, she just let him lead the way. That year, the ugliness had been intentional. 
And sure enough, as soon as Azriel stepped through the door that evening he had just taken one look at the mess they had made and started to sweep the floor. 
“You really are the worst decorators in Prythian,” he told them as he straightened the garlands. 
This year, they obviously needed to protect their reputation as The Worst Decorators in Prythian, which is why they asked Rhys to take Nyx for the evening. Elain had already made plans to go out for some last minute Solstice shopping with the twins, so they had the house all to themselves. 
“So, do you think we can do an even shittier job than last year?” Cassian asked as soon as he arrived at the house, carrying an armful of pine boughs. Feyre had just smiled at him and pointed to the tree in the corner of the room. “I got the saddest looking tree at the market earlier.”
Cassian raised his eyebrows and nodded in silent appreciation. “Wow, we might actually make him cry this year.” 
“There is no way he can make this tree look good.” 
“No chance in hell,” Cassian chuckled. “Get the wine, Feyre. We have some work to do.”
A few hours later and they were almost done. Feyre looked around the room and had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. Not only was the floor covered in pine needles, but every single thing was crooked or slightly out of place. 
Cassian took a step back to admire his handiwork. “Well, that wreath really is ugly, Feyre. Maybe we should have asked Elain for some help?”
“And where would be the fun in that?” she asked from where she was seated on the couch, sorting through the last box of decorations. “We want to make Azriel’s pedantic side itch, remember? If Elain helped, he would probably love it all. They are both perfectionists.” 
Cassian poured himself another glass of wine and sat down next to Feyre. “And he has a soft spot for your sister, so yeah, that would totally ruin our plan.” 
Feyre smiled at him, “He does, doesn’t he?” 
“Yeah,” Cassian hesitated for just a moment. “Or, he did, at least.”
“What do you mean?” 
Cassian let out a breath. “Honestly, I feel like I never see him anymore. A few months ago, I remember thinking that he was starting to get over Mor, and it got me thinking of a possible reason behind that, and I came to the conclusion that Elain might be the reason. I thought they were just friends, but the way he always stood up for her, always protected her,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. I might be completely wrong.”
Feyre sat up straighter and turned to face him, “You know, I once told Rhys that Elain would probably cling to Azriel if she ever came to Prythian, and that’s what she did. She let him take her out in the garden, she spent a good part of that first Solstice with him talking about her plans for the garden…” Feyre trailed off, trying to think of the last time she had seen her sister and Azriel together. She couldn’t remember. 
“And she gave him that headache powder,” Cassian added. 
Feyre smiled at the memory. At the way her friend had thrown his head back and laughed when he opened the gift from her sister. She had never heard such joy from that male before, or since.
“What did they get each other last year?”
“I… honestly, I don’t remember.” Cassian scratched his jaw, seeming lost in thoughts. “Lucien got her a pair of earrings, right?”
Feyre nodded. “Yes, but I can’t remember what Az gave her. Or if she got him anything.”
Cassian hummed and raised his glass to his lips. “Neither can I.”
Feyre tried, and failed, to remember what everyone got that Solstice. Maybe they had gotten each other gifts and she had just forgotten, but it was definitely more likely that they hadn’t. Feyre would have remembered. Wouldn’t she?
So many things had changed in a year. Feyre was happy that all the people she loved were still alive, yet she still felt an ache in her heart when she thought about Azriel. Something had changed in him since last year and she had no idea what, or why. 
“How is he doing?” she asked carefully, hoping that Cassian might know something about his friend, though she doubted it. 
Cassian just shrugged. “I don’t know. As I said, I barely see him. He has been on missions for weeks on end all year. He barely has time to touch down at home before he’s off again.”
“Where is he now?” Feyre tried to remember what Rhys had told her about Azriel’s whereabouts, but it was impossible for her to remember in her current wine haze. 
“The continent. He was going to meet up with Mor and then they’ll go home together for Solstice.” 
“And then?” 
Cassian let out a humorless laugh. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Feyre leaned back and emptied her glass of wine. She let out a heavy breath, “I miss him.” 
“Me too,” he said and patted her knee. “Me too.”
Silence fell between them and Feyre couldn’t help but wonder if Elain missed Azriel too. Elain had always been hard to read since she always kept her thoughts and feelings for herself in order to not bother anyone. For a while there, she started to open up and stand up for herself and a part of Feyre had always thought that Elain’s friendship with Azriel was part of that. But then something changed…
Cassian squeezed her knee, effectively bringing her back to reality. He reached for the bottle and refilled her glass. “Okay, we’re starting to sound very sad-drunk when we’re supposed to be festive-drunk,” he put the bottle down and raised his glass. “To being the worst decorators in Velaris three years in a row.” 
Feyre laughed and clinked her glass to his, “I’ll drink to that.”
They spent the next 30 minutes decorating the tree together and Feyre couldn’t stop laughing at how awful it looked. “It’s like putting makeup on a pig.” This was the first time they had ever had a real tree indoors for Solstice since it was an Illyrian tradition and not something most people in Velaris did. It might also very well be the last, unless they decided to piss Azriel off for the fourth time in a row. 
Cassian held up the last item in the box. “Do you want to do the honors?” 
Feyre took the golden star from him and looked at the tree. There was no chance in hell that she was reaching the top. Even Cassian might be too short for this monstrosity. “I think you might have to carry me.”
Without so much as a word, Cassian wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up. She shrieked and grabbed the nearest wall just to keep herself from falling. “High enough for you, high lady?” Cassian chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist. 
“Actually, if you could go a bit higher…”
“If I did, that would put your ass right in my face, and there is only one Archeron ass I want in my face and I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s not yours.” Feyre reached behind herself and smacked Cassian with the tree topper, which just earned her a roaring laugh from her friend. 
Somehow, she was able to put the tree topper on the tree without injuring anyone and when Cassian let her down they stepped back to behold the wonder of the ugliest tree in Velaris. 
“He’s going to hate it.” 
Cassian grinned, “I think everyone will hate this. We have absolutely outdone ourselves.” He held up his hand and Feyre smacked it with hers. “But yes, he will have a fit,” Cassian continued. “Hopefully he’ll get some nice gifts to make up for it.” 
“Maybe some new towels from Mor?” Feyre suggested.
“I could always give him one of the silk shirts she’s given me over the years.”
Feyre let out a snort. “How is she so bad at gift giving?”
“I have no idea,” Cassian shrugged. “She’s always been shit at it.”
Feyre lifted her glass to her lips and was very disappointed to find it empty. 
“Speaking of gifts,” Cassian continued, “Do you think Azriel has bought Elain something this year? I mean, even if they didn’t give each other anything last year, Elain still gave him that powder. Which means that he owes her”
Clearly, Feyre wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about the lack of gifts between her sister and the shadowsinger last year. 
“I don’t think you can really owe anyone when it comes to gifts. At least I don’t think Elain would see it that way.”
Cassian raised his eyebrows. “Have you met Azriel?” he asked. “Do you really think that he would be fine with getting anything without giving something back?” 
Feyre shook her head because no, no he wouldn’t. “That’s why it’s so weird that they didn’t get each other anything last year. I really did expect him to buy her something.” Feyre chewed her bottom lip, hesitating a bit before continuing. “But then again, Lucien was there. It might have been awkward if Azriel gave his mate a gift.”
“You mean more awkward than Elain’s reaction to Lucien’s gift?” Cassian said, a grin spreading across his lips. 
Feyre covered her face with her hands from the secondhand embarrassment that particular memory invoked in her. “Gods, don’t remind me.” Feyre was happy that Lucien wasn’t joining them for Solstice this year. Not because she didn’t want him there, but because his presence clearly made Elain uncomfortable. 
“Maybe we should just buy her a gift from Azriel and see what happens?” Cassian laughed, clearly joking. 
Until he wasn’t. 
At the exact same moment, they both turned to each other, a silent understanding in their eyes. 
Maybe it was the wine talking, but Feyre said. “I mean, it’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had.” 
He shoved her playfully. “What do you mean? I have never had a bad idea in my entire life.”
“Uh-huh, if you say so.”
Cassian smiled at her, his eyes alight with mischief. “No, but seriously. We could, couldn’t we?” 
“We could…” Feyre murmured. “But wouldn’t that potentially leave Azriel without a gift? Then we would have to do this all over again.” 
“Let’s get him one too. And if they have gotten each other gifts, we’ll just hide the ones we got them.” 
Feyre stared at him, unable to hide her slightly drunken smile. “Are you serious? Do you really want to do this?” 
The wicked smirk on Cassian’s face was the only answer she needed. “Get your cloak, Feyre. We’re going shopping.” 
Velaris was bustling with life. Since she first set foot in Velaris, she had loved this city that she now called home, but there was just something about Velaris during Solstice that made her fall in love with the city all over again. There were colorful lights and garlands in every shop window, children playing in the snow and everyone just seemed to have less worries in life during this time of year. 
People greeted them as they walked past and a few children tried to get Cassian to join them in a snowball fight. 
“Not tonight,” he said and ruffled one small boy’s hair. “I am on a very important mission.”
“A secret mission?” the child asked, his eyes big and full of wonder. 
“Exactly, so you can’t tell anyone that you saw us.”
The children promised to keep the secret, which probably meant that they would tell their families all about it as soon as they came home. Feyre just smiled at them as they ran back to their snow forts. She couldn’t wait to get back home to her own family. 
As if on cue, she heard Rhysand’s voice in her mind. 
Where are you, Feyre darling? 
His voice made heat spread through her entire body. 
Just doing some last minute Christmas shopping with Cassian. 
I hope that you’re not buying any more decorations because this house looks awful as is. 
He sent her an image down the bond of their living room that was still covered in pine needles and crooked decorations. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. 
Don’t worry. We’re just getting a few gifts. 
She didn’t tell him about their excellent plan. This was a secret mission, after all. 
And when are you getting home?
Soon. Why? Do you miss me already? 
I miss you all the time. 
His voice was smooth like velvet and Feyre almost asked Cassian to do the shopping by himself so she could return home to her mate. She missed him too, and she missed her son. She hated spending time away from them. 
Before she could answer him, he continued,
I was hoping to find you here. Nyx is sleeping, and Elain isn’t home yet. 
Oh? And what were you planning? Feyre teased.
He sent her multiple images down the bond of exactly what he wanted to do to her if she had been home. Blushing and distracted, she almost crashed into Cassian’s back. 
“Could you stop having mind sex in public?” Cassian muttered and motioned for her to turn left. 
Prick
The only answer she received was Rhysand’s warm laughter. She wanted to bathe in that sound. 
They went into a few shops, considering getting a tea set or kitchen utensils for Elain and daggers for Azriel, but everything just felt wrong and too impersonal. They needed to find something that Elain and Azriel would actually buy each other, which was proving to be more difficult than they had imagined. 
“How about this one?” Cassian held up a book about poisonous plants. “Might be useful?” 
Feyre grimaced, “I might have already gotten her that.” 
“Of course you have,” he muttered and put the book back. “God, this is impossible.”
“If we don’t find anything in ten minutes, we should probably give up.” Feyre turned around and went back to rummaging through the stacks of cook books. 
Cassian nodded, but she could tell that he really wasn’t keen on the idea of giving up. When he set his mind to something, it would take a lot for him to back down. 
“How about this one?” Cassian handed her a small, black book decorated with roses and swirls of blues threaded through the vines that decorated the edges. She traced her fingers over the intricate pattern. “It’s pretty.” She turned it over to read the blurb, but there was none. 
“It’s a notebook,” Cassian explained and opened up the book. “Maybe she could write recipes or garden plans in it?”
Feyre hummed and looked around the store again. This was certainly the best gift they had found so far, and she was starting to doubt that they would find something else. “That’s actually a really good idea. I think she’ll like it.”
“See, all of my ideas are great,” Cassian beamed. “So, should we get it?”
“Yeah, we might as well. It’s definitely better than the spatula you showed me earlier.”
They continued down the streets of Velaris until they reached the Rainbow. Feyre could see that the lights were still on in her studio, which meant that Ressina might still be there. 
Feyre took Cassian by the arm and led him to one of her favorite places in the city. She wanted to show him the art that the children had made a few weeks prior. Their work was now being sold and the money would be donated to families in need. It had been the children’s idea and Feyre’s heart had melted when she saw how hard they all worked in order to create their little paintings and clay figurines for such a good cause. 
Ressina greeted them with a warm smile and hugs as soon as they stepped in the door. 
“I didn’t expect to see you this evening,” she said. “Weren’t you decorating your home tonight?” 
“We finished early.” 
“I bet it turned out beautiful.” 
Feyre didn’t dare look at Cassian because she knew that she would burst out laughing if she did. 
“It’s definitely festive.” She could hear the smile in Cassian’s voice and knew that he was trying to hold back his own laughter. 
“I just wanted to show him the children’s work.”
Ressina gestured to the shop, “Well, most things have been sold already,” she smiled, pride written all over her face. “But there are a few things left. You can go look while I finish cleaning the work stations.”
They walked over to the table by the window where the children had displayed their work. There were only a few pieces left and Feyre considered buying all of them, even though she wouldn’t be able to tell what most of them were supposed to be. She just didn’t want a single child to come in here and see that nobody had bought their art. 
“What is that?” Cassian pointed to a painting made by one of the younger children. He turned his head, “It could be a horse, but it could also be a very colorful spider.”
“Well, whatever it is, it has twelve legs, which is a bit excessive,” she laughed. “Luckily, art doesn’t have to make sense.”
Feyre picked up one of the figurines. “Look, it’s you!” 
Cassian furrowed his eyebrows. “How is that me? It’s a black blob.”
“Ah, yes. But it’s a black blob with wings.” She pointed to the oddly shaped wings that stuck out from the black figure. She knew that it was, in fact, supposed to be an Illyrian warrior. The girl that made it told her so, and was very proud when she finished it. 
Cassian snorted. “What is that pink thing he’s holding?” 
“Honestly, I just think she accidentally dipped her brush in the wrong paint and forgot to fix it.” She held it up next to his face. “The resemblance is uncanny.” 
Grinning, he took the figurine from her. “I think it looks more like Azriel. His wings are smaller and a bit wonky.”
Feyre couldn’t help but to think back to the conversation she had with Mor years ago about Illyrians and their wingspans. Laughing, she patted Cassian’s arm. “Sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night.”
“I’m serious,” he held it up to the light. “Add a few blue siphons and nobody could tell the difference.”
“A few minutes ago you called it a blob.” 
“Yes, but it’s an Azriel shaped blob. We should get it for him.”
Feyre looked at the black figurine in Cassian’s hand. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was quite certain that nobody else would buy it. It did look like a blob with wings.
Even if Azriel ended up hating it, at least buying it would be for a good cause. “Maybe we should. I can add some siphons.”
Cassian’s face lit up. “Perfect.”
“But this can’t be the gift from Elain,” she added quickly. 
“Why not?”
Feyre stared at him. “Does it look like something Elain would buy him? Elain, the person who gives people the most thoughtful gifts?”
He shrugged, “This is a very thoughtful gift. It was made with love and the money goes to a great cause.”
“Are you just tired of shopping?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She was also tired and wanted nothing more than to go home and let Rhys do all the things he had shown her earlier. 
“Very,” Cassian sighed. “Seriously, it’s not like we’ll find anything better. We have visited every single shop in Velaris and this is the best thing we could find,” he gestured to the black thing. “He is impossible to shop for.”
And wasn’t that the truth. Azriel had always been the one Feyre struggled to find presents for. He was very private, and very particular about the things he bought himself. She didn’t even dare to buy him socks since he probably had a special kind he preferred. She knew that this was their last hope, so with a sigh, she relented. 
“Fine, let’s get it. At least one child will be happy to find that someone bought their art.”
Cassian threw his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry. If there’s anything left at Solstice, I’ll buy it all.”
“Really? Even the twelve legged horse-spider?”
“Especially the horse-spider. It’s growing on me.”
–-------
Solstice evening
Cassian was seated on one of the green velvet sofas, Nestas legs draped over his lap, her head leaning against his shoulder. He had always loved spending Solstice with his family, but spending it with his mate was even better than he could have ever imagined. Last year, Nesta hadn’t been ready to accept the truth yet and the days prior to Solstice had been full of jealousy and anxiety for him. But then, on that fateful night, things had finally changed between them. It had been a Solstice miracle, if he ever saw one. 
And now here they were, with friends and family, just like it should be. Azriel and Mor had arrived around midday, which meant that Azriel didn’t have time to fix their decorations before the rest of the guests arrived. If it hadn’t been for the annoyance so clearly painted on Azriel’s face, he might have actually regretted how ugly they made the house this year since they now had to look at it all evening. 
But their decorations luckily seemed forgotten when Elain and the twins presented them with this year's feast. During this past year, Elain had definitely taken her cooking skills to a new level. Cassian couldn’t even remember the last time he had ever been this full.
Because of his and Feyre’s little excursion earlier that week, Cassian couldn’t help but to pay extra close attention to Elain and Azriel. Every time Elain was near, Azriel’s shadows seemed to lessen around him, yet they never once talked to each other. Elain didn’t even look at Azriel when he complimented the food. He had no idea what he was witnessing, but he was starting to realize that something might have actually happened between the two. He just wished he knew what. 
During dinner, he caught Feyre’s eye and he could see his own confusion mirrored there. If he had been a better man, he probably would have removed the two gifts he had placed in the gift pile in the living room earlier that day. But he was not a better man, and he was frankly annoyed at Azriel for not telling him anything about his life. If something had happened with Elain, Azriel should have told him. Sure, Az was private and didn’t like to talk about his life, but this was family. Whatever bothered him, he should know that Cassian was there for him. So Cassian decided to go forward with his and Feyre’s plan. His decision was even more solidified when he snuck off to the living room to read the notes on the presents there. 
No gift from Azriel to Elain.
No gift from Elain to Azriel. 
After dinner, they had all gathered in the living room. Cassian, Nesta and Mor in one couch and Elain, Feyre, Rhysand and Nyx in the one opposite. Varian and Amren occupied the two armchairs. 
Azriel had decided to stand by the fire, a good distance away from the rest of them. 
Since Mor had taken the place closest to the gifts, she was the one who picked them up one by one and handed them out. So far, Cassan had received yet another awful shirt from Mor and a book from Rhysand. Elain had given Nesta the latest Sellyn Drake book and Cassian could see how much she itched to get home so she could start reading it. 
“This one's for Elain,” Mor called out and handed the gift to Elain. “From Azriel,” she added and Cassian felt his own body go tense. Azriel, though, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, his face neutral. Though his eyes followed Elain’s every move, just as they had done most of the evening. There was something charged between them that Cassian couldn’t decipher, but for just a moment, he regretted this drunken idea. Would this make things even more awkward between them? 
Elain said nothing when she took the gift from Mor. She didn’t even look at Azriel, or any of them. Her eyes were glued to the gift, her eyebrows furrowed. Cassian dared a glance at Feyre and she was looking right at him. 
For just a moment, she invited him into her mind. Maybe this was a bad idea? 
Well, there’s no turning back now. 
And there wasn’t, because Elain had started to unwrap the gift. Cassian’s eyes drifted to Rhys, who was staring at Azriel with an expression he hadn’t seen on his High Lord’s face before. Whatever he was trying to convey with his eyes, it wasn’t anything positive. What the hell? 
Elain let the paper fall to the floor and they all watched her turn the small book over in her hands. “A notebook,” she murmured, her eyes still not meeting Azriel’s, but Azriel was watching her, his hazel eyes soft and careful, shadows retreating. In 500 years, Cassian had only seen him look at one other person like that and for the first time since they decorated the house, Cassian wondered if they might actually have made a mistake in buying these gifts. This was supposed to be funny; a joke, but right now, that was the last word he would use to describe this situation. 
He was watching Elain intently, silently praying that she wouldn’t be upset. Her fingers traced one of the roses on the cover and Cassian wished that he could read her mind. 
When Azriel spoke, Cassian prepared for the worst.  
“For your poetry,” he said and for the first time all evening, Elain turned to face him. 
Cassian had no idea what Azriel was talking about. That male could really pull a lie out of his ass. Elain liked flowers and baking – since when did she enjoy poetry? 
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. It felt as if the entire room was holding their breath together. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, Elain lifted her gaze and looked at Azriel. “Thank you.” She lowered her gaze just as quickly, but Cassian didn’t miss the small smile on her lips. 
“You’re welcome, Elain.”
She didn’t put the book in the pile with her other gifts, Cassian noticed. No, she kept it in her lap, as if hesitant to be away from it. Then, for just a second, her eyes met Cassian’s, and the knowing look he found there had him wondering if she had seen this. If she, somehow, knew exactly who had bought her that gift. 
Shit. How could he have forgotten that she was a freaking seer? 
He dared another look at Feyre, and from the way she was looking at him, he could tell that she was thinking the same thing. 
“And this one is for Amren,” Mor said cheerfully and held up the gift Cassian had wrapped this morning, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. But Cassian knew her better than that. She wanted to bring the attention back to herself. Wanted people to stop staring at Az and Elain. He didn’t blame her. 
Amren took the gift, unwrapping it unceremoniously and Cassian had to bite back a laugh at the expression on her face when she held up the horse-spider painting in front of her. 
“What is it?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she beheld the colorful painting. 
“A horse-spider. I think.”
She glared at him. “There is no such thing as a horse-spider, Cassian.”
“I am aware.” He had to force himself not to look at Feyre because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter if he did.  “I bought it at Feyre’s gallery.”
Amren held up the painting in front of her again, a disgusted look on her face. “I hate it.”
“Hey, a child made that,” Feyre interjected. 
“I can tell. There is absolutely no real craftsmanship behind this painting.”
Mor continued handing out gifts until there was only one left and Cassian held his breath when she read the note Feyre had attached to it. “For Azriel, from Elain,” Mor read, her voice softer now, as if she knew that this meant something, even though she didn’t know what. 
Elain was staring at Mor, her mouth slightly agape as Azriel took the gift from Mor’s hands. But she stayed quiet. Said nothing about the fact that she hadn’t bought him anything. 
She was still holding the notebook in her lap and Cassian’s heart softened just a bit at that. Maybe their plan hadn’t been so awful after all? 
The tearing of paper was the only sound in the room apart from the soft snores coming from the small child in Rhysand’s arms. Azriel, who had barely shown a single emotion during this entire ordeal, looked surprised at the small figurine he was now holding in his hand. He turned it over a few times, as if that would make him understand what he was holding. 
Finally, he looked at Elain and asked, “What is it?” His voice was gentle, as if to not startle her. Elain opened her mouth but promptly closed it again, clearly having no clue what Azriel was holding. 
Luckily, Feyre was there to save her sister. Thank the gods. “It’s an illyrian warrior,” she explained matter of factly. “She got it at the studio. One of the children made it. She was very proud of her creation.”
“Was she now?” Azriel asked, his mouth turning into a smirk. “And it just happened to have blue siphons?” 
Again, Feyre smiled sweetly and spoke for Elain. “No, I added those.”
Azriel hummed and turned the black thing over in his hands once more. Cassian could see the shadowsinger’s mind working, trying to make sense of this entire situation. If Azriel ever found out what they had done, he was certain that there would be hell to pay. 
“And what about this pink thing in his hands?” Azriel pointed to the same spot Cassian has asked about days prior. “Or, well, I assume they’re his hands.”
Cassian expected Feyre to explain this too, but someone else spoke before she even had the chance to open her mouth. 
He had been so focused on Azriel, he hadn’t noticed that Elain had now fully turned towards Azriel, her gaze meeting his. “A rose.” It was barely more than a whisper. “He’s holding a rose.”
And with that, Azriel’s features softened, his shoulder’s relaxing just slightly. 
“Thank you. It’s a lovely gift.”
A blush spread across Elain’s cheeks and Cassian had no idea what just happened, he was just glad that they seemed to have gotten away with their drunken plan without anyone getting hurt.
“You’re welcome,” Elain said with a gentle smile directed at the shadowsinger. 
–-
A while later, when Amren and Varian had left and Rhys had disappeared to the nursery to put Nyx in his cot, Cassian found Feyre in the kitchen. Elain was still in the living room talking to the Mor and Nesta. And Azriel. 
As soon as Feyre saw him she whispered, “I can’t believe we did that,” her eyes wide and full of humor. “I really thought that Az would call us out on our bullshit.”
“I know…” Cassian murmured, careful to keep his voice low. “When Elain opened that notebook, she looked so sad. I almost told her that it was a stupid joke right then and there.”
Feyre nodded. “Yeah, me too.” She looked past him into the living room. “At least we didn’t make things worse.”
Cassian shrugged and smiled at her. “If I do say so myself, we might have actually made things better between them. I mean look at them,” he gestured to the living room. “They are smiling. In each other’s presence.” 
“That, they are.”
“Maybe I should quit my job and become a matchmaker.” 
Feyre laughed and patted his arm. “Well, you’re definitely better at matchmaking than decorating.” 
“Right back at you.”
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cato616 · 9 months
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NEGOTIATING OVER US (part seven)
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roman roy x fem reader
!note: sorry this one is quite short, I usually write these at night pretty late and try to finish them as fast as I can so I can post it lol
summary: you're definitely planning to go see roman at Connor's party, you want to speak your truth. Is it going to be a bad or a good party tonight?
content/warning: lot of fluff and maybe angst; alcoholism (not addiction tho)
i will be there, i promise.
You close the shop with Liza, you've been filling her in about the roman situation, she been asking all day about it. "oh my god... so that's what happened yesterday?" You nod with your head. "well that is a complicated situation, and you don't have to feel bad about it honey" She tenderly lets you know. You were fine tho, it didn't hurt like it did before. "oh yeah i know" you said very sure of yourself. "i can't fix him, i mean, who could fix roman roy" You laugh with Liza and then you paused, feeling a shock wave of emotions, making you speak in depth. "i think tho..." you feel your mind full of veracity. "i think that he might feel some kind of safe space when we stand close to each other..." Liza gazed at you, comforting you with a smile; she thinks that you may now know want to want. Then you both walk out going down the street, hugging each other side by side. "it's complicated, but it's different... you need this" Liza states. "because, life's not perfect, and you may not want to let go of it." You think it was good advice, or at least, it's what you wanted to hear.
You finally get home, ready to start war with your closet. You first get a shower; and by then you get to your room to put some music to not make your little movie-like montage seem sombre.
You open your wardrobe, and began to dig in there, hoping to find some gold.
<outfit one> cute dress, actually could fit in with it since they wear the fanciest dresses... but no, not there yet.
<outfit two> oh wow... i look, jesus... but no, too too sexy for me and for the party's vibe. i look good, but no, i don't even know why I have this.
<outfit two> oh that's some really great pants actually... but what do I put upwards, that's just my bra. do i have a top?
"oh for fuck sake this is SO HARD, it's easier to go NAKED" You yelled while looking for more clothing, then you remember just the top you haven't been using for a while. "HELL YEAH fucking eureka." You grabbed the top and put it on. "I knew it, that's fucking good, i need to grab that clear open shirt to complete this mistical outfit."
You finally completed level one; you were all black. Then you continued on doing your make up very quickly. Then fix your hair a little bit, gave some last touches, grabbed your purse, and then decided to start running over there. You were about to leave then suddenly, you hear knocking on your door. You stopped mid way through opening the door, by then of course you did, to see who it was. "Hello? you are..." You didn't know the man how was standing right in front of you, very tall and large, looked like those security guys at the building. "Ms y/n, sorry to barge, Mr roy sent me here to collect you to give you a ride to the party" Said the very large man. "Oh, well, actually that doesn't sound so bad, i wasn't liking the idea of looking like this while taking the subway." You muttered. "Subway you said?" he accidentally chuckles by then tries to compose himself back, but kept on smiling, even when you were coming down the elevator. Jesus, they really haven't touched a bus in their lives.
You get outside the streets of your building; the driver opens the back door for you when you were about to do it, you smile at him through the pain, it's so painfully fancy that makes a little bit uncomfortable, but you try not to judge and enjoy the moment. Actually you aren't enjoying one bit, you've been biting the skin off your fingers for the last 5 minutes now, thinking your every movement for when you'll get there: even your shoulders were tense, it looked like shoulder pads ready to play some football. "hey... it might not be my saying, but, it's okay if these aren't your thing, but you'll be okay, you already know you're not one of them, so definitely be yourself, ok?" The driver was nicer than you thought. You shaked your head when you didn't know what to say like if you wanted to say sorry for not making a response, and then nodded, "-yeah of course, t-thanks."
You arrived at last to the party; it definitely wasn't a small party, but apparently wasn't too big for the rich side. The driver opened your door very gently, you come out and was about to head in. "remember, yeah? yourself kid." You put your thumps up and smiled, and he smiled back; he then drove away.
There you were, standing outside, really scared; you start walking to the main door, then a woman with a tablet next to it, asks your name, later letting you go in.
Full of people, it was worse than the time you first went inside waystar's building. Didn't know where to go; of course your goal was to find roman eventually, didn't want to randomly text him tho, you needed to find him in person. Awkwardly greeting people you don't know wasn't really your plan, so you settled on waiting at the bar, didn't feel very chatty yet. "Are you ordering anything?" The bartender caught off guard. "Um... yeah actually, could i have some... vodka and sprite? i think." Very nervous to say anything. "coming right up" You smiled satisfied. "and i might... need some shots after" You mumbled, but he still heard.
You were given your vodka and you immediately start drinking like life depends on it. "oh god... ugh, too fast damn... another one" You requested. He made you the other drink and you chucked it in as well. You were feeling great actually, a bit dizzy but still very tense. "Let's do the shots now mr bartender thank you" You asked in a funny way... you get drunk pretty easily, fast metabolism. "... sure." He didn't feel worried like that, since it's his job to mix alcohol with more alcohol, he just felt curious about your desire for it. He made three shots, although you weren't sure you would be able to drink all three. You drank the first one, "wo-Woah, that felt a little bit strong" However you didn't care, your mission was to feel, something else. You were wondering if roman was looking for you, or just waiting for you; right now, you weren't ready to see him yet. You took the second shot. aw why am I doing this to myself. Although deep down is what you wanted. And there it was, the last shot; you looked at it, trying to focus on the glass, feeling dizzy already, so, should you take it? it might wear off quite fast, then i should drink it. "Yo, you really don't have to drink if you don't want to." He tells looking straight at you putting himself in front. "oh, shut up mr bartender, i can take it." Definitely drunk already. So you grabbed the shot, and the next thing you knew, it was slowly going through your throat, burning you one last time. I better not throw up, i already regret this.
You gradually stand up from your seat, taking step by step. "thank you mr bar... mr bartender, have a great week" You already went away from the bar but he had replied, "it's the weekend tho, but you too..."
You didn't know which way you were supposed to take. Everything was quite a blur, but you managed to walk around with no problem at all, at some point. You didn't know where to go, so you sat on top of some stairs at the corner of it. You weren't feeling very tipsy, you looked up the celling, and you sigh. It didn't make you feel that good after all, just a little bit, it did make you loosen up. People passed by and you wouldn't notice, you just kept observing the place around you, but, you did feel a little sad you weren't trying to talk to the people, you could even hear your mother's opinion about that; so you felt a tiny bit stupid about the drinking. You thought coming over would be different, but maybe you were wrong. I should get out of here, it isn't worth it.
"y/n? uuh what are you sitting down there?" You could hear the voice you wanted to hear all night just right in front of you. You instantly look up at him, and stood up rapidly. "Roman!!" You were so drunk that you couldn't hide your excitement. "oh wow, this morning you were like a statue and now you almost look like you had a sugar-crush" He said feeling mazed by your grand reaction. "I had some fuel to feel up my empty tank of energy" You were surprised you could even finish that sentence. "oh, so you had some drinks... but i think too much maybe? don't you think?" You can't control your emotions when you're this unstable. "Oh come on roman stop judging me, I'm here, i came..." You implied, as you were getting closer to him, again, you can't control your emotions. And there was nothing but pure eye contact. "Yes, you did came" He slowly adds when he then fix your hair and tucks it back behind your ear, and then tries to put his hand on your cheek. "oh wow you're hot" your face doesn't change, huge smiley drunk face. "thank you" you reply. He laughs kindly at your response. "no I'm, yes i mean, y-you're literally hot, are you... feeling okay?" He seemed a little worried. "i think... (you zoned out for a while) not." Yet you still kept on grinning. "Oh okay um... i think you should go sit somewhere, or maybe leave?" leave? Since you couldn't think that straight, of course you were now thrown out by his remark, and made you stand back. "hold on, you want me to leave?" So embarrassingly sad. "no I didn't say it like that, you definitely are really drained, how many did you take?" he asked. "like this..." You tried to make the numbers with your hand but mistakenly made the rock and roll sign. "yeah well that says everything, let's go" He showed his hand to you so you could take it. "to where?" you asked. "i think you should go to your place." You then grabbed his hand, and made you remember today's meeting with him. You got now even closer than before. "You're coming with me right? I'm not sure if I can go there alone" You suggested, tho it was true you would need someone to get you safe to your flat. "i will, i will come with you." He sincerely said while looking at your face up and down.
"okay so, then take me." Roman does what you say, and starts to take you out of the party while holding your hand to guide you outside.
And so you go both to your place.
continue.
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solottrpgchronicles · 1 month
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4a. Abstract - The Last Tea Shop
Shop name: The Vagrant Tea Leaf
Supplies: sea salt, ginkgo leaf, giant puffball, cloud dew
Days: 16
Visitor: an artist
It was the first day of sunshine in a while. I nearly abandoned my post to step outside the shop and bask in the warm light when a visitor walked in.
She looked at peace, as if she wasn't troubled by what she was leaving behind; perhaps the weather was just too nice to feel sad.
We exchanged a smile as she took a seat. She then gazed happily at her surroundings, studying every little detail.
It was a good day to try out my new Tea of Mirth, so I grabbed some cloud dew from a jar and began brewing it.
"I've never met a visitor as accepting of their fate as you," I remarked. "There must be something you left unfinished though, right?"
"Ah, indeed. I'm an artist, so it was practically impossible to depart the mortal world without any unfinished business. You see, I used to make decorative chess sets - quite niche, isn't it? But a surprising amount of people seemed to love them. They'd visit my shop to commission the most disparate themes or purchase one of my already made sets. Each piece was hand-painted in intricate detail; it took me a considerable amount of time to complete a full set, but the work felt fulfilling and I loved immersing myself in it.
However, after some time, I found myself growing restless. Day after day, I worked tirelessly, but I was either fulfilling commissions or replicating popular pieces from the past. My hands moved almost mechanically while working, and my mind wandered.
I needed a new challenge.
That challenge presented itself when an architect reached out about her ambitious project: a chess-themed neighbourhood, with two rows of buildings placed at opposite ends of a park, each building designed to resemble a chess piece. She wanted me to collaborate on planning the art for the buildings.
I accepted immediately and, for a while, I was content and fully immersed in my work once again.
I'm confident it would have turned out pretty great in the end; however, on a stormy day, while I was working onsite, lightning struck me. It was unfortunate, but when the project is complete that accident will probably make for an intriguing story, and attract more tourists."
I handed her a cup of my Tea of Mirth, steaming hot.
"What an incredible job you had," I commented, smiling warmly. "Did you ever come to any sudden realizations during your years as an artist?"
She took a sip of the tea and chuckled. "Actually, yeah. I mentioned my pieces were intricately decorated, but I didn't specify my style was pretty abstract. Sometimes clients would admire my chess sets, but with a hint of puzzlement on their faces, as if they couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind them.
I found it funny, especially when they couldn't work up the courage to ask any questions - they'd just buy my pieces, pretending to understand them. I could have felt offended by their behaviour, or doubted my abilities, but that's just not my personality.
My favourite episode was when a customer walked in with their kid and bought a botanical themed set from me. I was talking about flowers that inspired me when the kid, with a skeptical look on his face, interrupted me and said, "Do you even know what flowers look like, miss?"
And, ouch, that stung a bit. A few days later I went on a hike; looking at the nature around me I thought, "Wow, that kid was right." My art was definitely abstract, but that's just the way my brain and my hands interpret the world. I've always been happy with my style, and other people seemed to appreciate it too, even when they didn't fully understand it. My art brought joy to a few people, and to myself - that's all I can ask for."
She was a slow tea drinker, and we kept talking about her memories and giggling for a good hour or so, but in the end, it was time to go.
Before saying goodbye, she stared intently at the portrait of the minstrel, my previous visitor, and said, "Hey, I had a portrait like this one in my home! I got it for pretty cheap at the charity shop."
I walked her to the door. She waved at me, still smiling, as the sunbeams took her.
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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called The Last Tea Shop, by Spring Villager.
You can check it out on itch.io: https://springvillager.itch.io/last-tea-shop
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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year
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Here is chapter 1 I wasn't going to post it yet but I am feeling pretty positive at the moment hope you all enjoy it. Also a massive thank you to @ophiume for another amazing fic idea
Chapter 1
MC and Cleo had been working hard at opening their own business together, MCs love of coffee and Cleo's love of baking they went so well together. They got a really good deal on the shop. It was really run down but they had big plans to make it look new again they had some plans drawn up and the workmen got to work. After a couple not months the shop was ready to be open MC and Cleo had picked out a name for the shop they decided on coffee and cake they had a sign made for the front.
MC: I'm so excited for this new business adventure
Cleo: me to, my love of baking combined with your love of coffee the perfect match
MC: we should have an open day promotion something like 10% off your coffee and cake
Cleo: that's a brilliant idea we can definitely do that
MC: the others probably won't think so
Cleo: they will come round in the end plus we think this is a brilliant idea what they think doesn't matter
MC: your right, we can do this
Opening day had arrived MC put balloons outside the shop, Cleo had hung a banner outside welcoming everyone to come in. It was a brilliant first day. It felt like the whole of duskwood had turned up just yontry Cleo's amazing cakes. By the end of the day Cleo and MC were both rushed off their feet. They were both tired but it was a good feeling they had a very successful day.
The next day MC had arrived at the shop before Cleo so she could get things set up for Cleo. When MC went to open up the door her foot kicked a box when she looked down there was a box with Cleo's name on it. Not thinking much of it, MC picked up the box and took it inside. She placed it down on the counter and went about her day getting things set up. Not long after Cleo had arrived and she saw the box on the counter taking a closer look it was from a secret admirer. Taking a look at what was inside she found a bear holding a heart that had will you be mine written on it.
There was no note inside the box, just the bear, Cleo couldn't help but smile at the gift. She tried to work out who it could be but she couldn't think of anyone. She showed the bear to MC and she couldn't figure out who it was from either. So Cleo put the bear on the shelf above the till so whoever had sent it would know she received the gift and loved it.
They opened up the shop ready to start the day once again, the rest of the group were still not sold on the idea of Cleo and MC opening up a coffee and cake shop. They made their feelings known when they came into the shop to see what all the fuss was about.
Dan: so this is what all the fuss is about
Lilly: Is this really going to work?
Richy: come on guys, give them a chance
MC: thanks Richy
Thomas: I thought it would of been bigger
Jessy: it does look small
MC: Right that's it, everyone apart from Richy leaves now! We don't want your negative comments so get out!!
MC pushed them all out of the shop apart from Richy, he was the only one who was actually being supportive of them. MC and Cleo couldn't understand why the others were being so negative about it.
MC: thanks for standing by us Richy
Richy: any time, it gets too much sometimes with them
Cleo: how are you coping now you have split from Jessy?
Richy: I'm doing okay, better than I was but she just won't let go
MC: What do you mean?
Richy: She keeps phoning and texting me begging me to take her back but I won't not after she cheated on me with some random guy from the bar.
Cleo: you go sit down Richy I'll bring you over some cake
MC: I'll get you a coffee, this is on the house
Richy: wow thanks guys
Cleo and MC served Richy his cake and coffee, it had been another busy day the business was doing so well. Even though they were both tired at the end of the day they knew it was all worth it.
As they were closing up for the day Cleo found a note that had been left on the table it was addressed to her. She opened it up and inside it read.
To my beautiful soul,
I watch you as you work, I see your beauty shine through. I've admired you from afar. I just wanted you to know how much I love you. Yours always A.B xxxxxx
Cleo looked at the note a few more times trying to figure out who it was, the note smelled of cherry. It brought a smile to Cleo's face. MC could see her smiling and walked over to check out the note.
MC: Who's A.B?
Cleo: I have no idea who this could be
MC: why don't you leave him a note
Cleo: i wouldn't know what to write
MC: I can help you with that
Cleo couldn't help but laugh and she could tell MC was loving that she was in her element, they both sat down and MC wrote a note back to this mystery A.B.
Dear mystery A.B I have received another one of your notes, even though I don't know you yet I find you quite fascinating. Cleo x
Cleo placed the note somewhere the mystery man could find it, she hoped that if he replied back she could find out who he is.
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um ummm sasha and anne and marcy visiting each other at college [post The Breakup] and theyre like kinda awkward but trying to push through it while ALSO not wanting marcy to realize that they are awkward bc marcy was looking forward to them finally meeting up again soo much and hteyre just like. [accidentally brushes hands] [freeze] [blushes] [so many blushes] [awkward staring] [starts talking then trails off halfway through] [oh they probably think im being so weird] [im being so weird] [this is horrible] [oh god i still love [anne/sasha] dont i] [oh god]
wow that's so cool. watch this
"did I tell you guys I'm planning a webcomic?"
"what?" Anne gasps. "you're serious? isn't that a lot of work?"
"that's pretty cool, Mars," Sasha says, grinning and leaning back in his chair. "how far along are you with it?"
Marcy giggles. "sure is a lot of work! it's kinda killing me, actually," they admit, fiddling with the ends of their hair. "and I'm... probably about halfway through outlining it? maybe? the plot is dense."
Sasha hums and sips at his drink. "props to you, though. wanna tell us what it's about?"
instantly, Marcy's face lights up. "would I? oh my god, I don't even know where to start... okay, so it's like, a mix of the Creatures and Caverns campaign- which is going great, by the way, our next session is gonna be huge- and what happened to us in Amphibia, which I figured was too crazy not to write about..."
this is nice, Sasha thinks to themself as Marcy continues. the three of them are sitting at the Starbucks on Anne's college campus amidst the hustling of busy students. Anne had invited them both to catch up as soon as she'd learned Marcy would be in Los Angeles for the week. finals season was soon, but it wasn't often that Marcy managed to visit, so neither Anne nor Sasha minded taking the time out of their schedules.
Sasha had been more nervous about seeing Anne than any sort of final exam, anyway. they'd all graduated high school two years ago, but sophomore year felt like it had happened just yesterday. and with it...
"so, hold on," Anne interrupts. "you're having two of the main characters get together, just to break them up again? what's the point?"
Marcy's brows furrow together, and they lean forward over the table, tenting their hands. "it's about the angst, Anne. the devotion! they're gonna get back together later on- but not without years of pining. trust me, people eat this shit up. myself included."
Sasha's throat bobs. Anne squints. "alright," she concedes. "I mean- well, never mind."
Marcy tilts their head. "what is it? bad trope?"
Anne shakes her head, smiling. "no, not at all. um-"
Sasha doesn't realize his eyes are on Anne's face until it's too late. Anne's gaze flits over to him- they make eye contact for all of a microsecond. it feels more like a decade. warm brown meets mismatched mahogany and cyan, and everything buried beneath days and weeks and months and lifetimes of misunderstandings and rushed emotions surfaces in a heartbeat. he's sixteen all over again; he's hoping all over again, because he’ll never be able to let Anne go, not fully. Sasha's insides are molten- what's a glance like this supposed to mean while their friend is talking about true love and yearning?
externally, the situation is a little more embarrassing: her cheeks flush a faint pink, and a squeak escapes her that's thankfully muffled by the sounds of the people around them. and then Anne looks back at Marcy, making Sasha's chest feel like it's been suddenly decompressed.
"well, how are you gonna fit years of time into it?" Anne saves herself. she reaches a hand up to scratch the back of her neck. nervous tell, Sasha's mind provides. looks like you're not so sly after all. "won't it be really long?"
Marcy blinks. "no, I'll just do a time-skip. with scattered in flashbacks, of course."
"right. okay, carry on," Anne replies, waving a hand.
Sasha exhales slowly. it'd been awkward between her and Anne all day, full of fleeting glances and accidental brushing of hands in between their regular back-and-forth. they'd been trying to keep it together for Marcy's sake- luckily, Marcy seemed oblivious to the tension between them.
Marcy pauses. "I could carry on," they muse. "but- Anne, that's not what you were gonna say originally, was it?"
spoke too soon.
Anne's face pales minutely. "er- I dunno what you mean."
"hm. well, that's okay," Marcy says. there's a wicked glint in their eye. "by the way, you do know some parts of this are based off of true events? I did mention that, yeah?"
"yes, you did," Sasha finally chips in, voice all but strangled.
Marcy grins. "I just think it'd be funny- I mean, let me rephrase-"
"Marcy," Anne warns, and now her face is red.
"oh, come on, guys," Marcy protests, finally breaking. "don't act like I haven't noticed... whatever is going on between you two!" they sigh dramatically. "I mean, for the love of- are you guys seeing anyone? each other, maybe?"
Sasha chokes on his drink. Anne drops her head into her hands with an audible thud.
"no," Anne mumbles, muffled. Sasha is hacking up a lung; Anne removes one of her hands from her face to thump Sasha's back a few times.
"thanks," Sasha splutters. "wow. uh-" they cough again. "no, we're not- no."
Marcy rolls their eyes. "you should." they stand up abruptly, and Sasha's heart kicks into overtime. "alright, here, I'm going to the bathroom. figure it out before I'm back."
"wh- Marcy!"
"for the trope, you two!" they shout back at the table, already halfway across the room. "for the trope!"
"good lord," Sasha groans, sliding down in his chair.
"so much for a normal catching up," Anne grumbles.
"cheers." Sasha takes a long sip of her drink, staring hard at the table's surface.
Anne exhales. "no, I shouldn't say that. it's been fun. it's just- the-" Sasha looks up to see Anne gesturing between the two of them. "whatever."
"hey," Sasha quips in mock offense. "we can be normal."
Anne snorts. "yeah, sure."
there's silence for a few long moments.
"you think they're spying on us?" Sasha finally whispers.
"probably," Anne snickers. her voice is a little shaky, but it's bright; it's happy. she stirs her drink idly. "you know, we did promise them we'd listen to them more often."
"we did."
"...so."
Sasha meets Anne's gaze, gentle. "so."
"we should probably do that, right?" the question is shy.
Sasha huffs out a laugh under his breath. "depends." his hands are visibly trembling. "you have something you wanna get off your chest, Boonchuy?"
Anne smiles, eyes twinkling.
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janzoo · 1 year
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Don’t forget I love you kiss from the kissing prompts list! 💙
(Original meme) Thanks for the prompt! And pardon the wait lol. I took a bit with this one, as I haven't quite delved into Aymeric and Drakyr actually saying "I love you" yet. ;) Also I decided to get festive with it! Sorry to post Xmas stuff after Xmas but oh well.
Oh wow this came out even fluffier than I planned - I hope you've got a sweet tooth.
Also on AO3!
"Oh my golly, have a holly jolly Starlight this year!"
Aymeric and Drakyr applauded alongside the audience as the carolers finished. They looked to each other, both of them smiling bright with flushed cheeks and snow softly settling into their hair. Their clapping slowed, then stopped, and the crowd began dispersing around them. Though only a brief, random glimpse at one another, the sudden beauty at the sight of them tied their tongues for a second. In later days to come, they would find the joyous, snow-dusted vision of the other etched firmly in their memories, amongst many. But that day, the day of the Starlight Celebration, they lived the quick, sublime moment in a caught breath and cheeks warm against the evening chill.
"...The, ah, carolers sang well," said Drakyr, the slightest bashful undertone in her voice.
"They did indeed," Aymeric replied. "The only way I imagine they could've improved would be to include you among them."
Drakyr's cheeks flushed further, or at least it felt like it to her. She giggled lightly. "Thank you. Perhaps next year we could do some caroling of our own?"
"Truth be told, I had hoped to do so this year. I apologize that my duties kept us from doing so." Aymeric paused, eyes looking aside. "There was much I hoped to do with you, to truly make your first Ishgardian Starlight as special and as memorable as possible."
"Oh, Aymeric, sweetheart," Drakyr reached up to tip his gaze back towards her. "As much as I would've liked to do...whatever it is that you had planned, 'tis enough for me that we both returned from Gridania in time."
Smiling again, Aymeric took her hand and kissed her knuckles - or at least where her knuckles seemed to be beneath her mittens. She giggled again. He tucked her arm into his.
"Shall we continue?" asked Aymeric. "The carolers were a wonderful diversion, but I've one surprise for you that I managed despite my limited time."
"Lead on - oh! Wait..." Drakyr, having had to look up to talk to Aymeric, noticed something hanging on a streamer above. She pointed with her free hand, one fingertip managing to stand out against the swaddling of her mitten. She continued, playfully, "it looks to me like we've been caught under the mistletoe."
Aymeric followed her finger. "Oh? Ah, so we have." He looked back to her and took both of her hands in his. "I trust you're familiar with this particular tradition."
"I think so," she responded with a wink. Her voice lowered as she continued. "Not that I need a reason to want to kiss you. And don't you forget that, Aymeric. No matter how far away we might be from one another, or what plans might get interrupted..."
Drakyr leaned in - or rather, up, for their kiss. Aymeric met her in the middle. Although Ishgard was conservative when it came to public displays of affection, celebrations like Starlight allowed some leeway, especially with the mistletoe tradition involved. Even so, the two of them found themselves holding their kiss a little longer than propriety allowed.
When they parted, both still leaning and bending towards each other, Drakyr suddenly found she wasn't done speaking. "...don't you forget that I love you."
Her eyes widened, then Aymeric's. Then she shrugged, grinning sheepishly, and kissed him again. Though briefer than the kiss before, Drakyr infused this one with a rush of excited, renewed passion.
"I...I wasn't expecting to say it," she began once they broke away again. "But...I said it. And I'll say it again, because with the gods as my witnesses I mean it: I love you. I love you so much. You give me happiness and strength the likes of which I've never known."
With the surprise having worn off, Aymeric smiled so enthusiastically that tears welled in the corners of his eyes. "And I love you. I...Gods, I recognized my feelings for you some time ago, but voicing them aloud is a...a bliss that I never knew would feel so transcendent. Oh Drakyr, dear Drakyr..."
They kissed for a third time beneath the mistletoe, holding each other close and disregarding propriety on purpose this time. No one seemed to mind.
When they finished, Aymeric kissed the tip of Drakyr's head. "Well now, while any Starlight gift pales in comparison to...to this moment, I still intend to get you to that surprise. For a hint, 'tis almost as sweet as your kiss."
Drakyr's intrigued "ooh" blended into a bit of laughter. "But I bet it's not as sweet as you, huh?" She gently nudged a chuckling Aymeric as she moved to stand at his side. "Lead on. Tonight, I go where you go."
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forkanna · 9 months
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WARNING: NSFW. Punzelsanna content (Elsa/Anna/Jennifer Punzel).
NOTE: Wow, did not intend to post this almost exactly one month after the last chapter. But hey, that's kinda fun! I hope you all enjoy Anna's birthday celebration (which, also very coincidentally, happened right after my own). See you with another chapter very soon!
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John did make the time to stop by the following week. Anna had been out with Punz, but she heard all about it when she got home. That really was the best news she could have expected. She found herself smiling the whole while they were having that conversation, even if it felt a little too early for celebration. But it was a step in the right direction.
Wendy didn't come around until after Christmas break was over and done with. Anna and Punz were already back in classes, and she only heard through a call from her dad that Wendy had stopped by to mend fences, and been highly distressed that she had missed her chance…
Since Elsa was already gone. Just as she had promised, once the holiday was over with, she hopped into the time machine and fast-forwarded another month. Again, from her father, Anna heard that Doc Pabbie had rigged up her phone so that the call would originate from somewhere overseas - a simple matter for anyone who'd heard of a VPN before, much less an actual scientist - and Elsa talked to her eldest daughter that way. Then checked in with John, as well. Then… gone again.
It was sad that Anna didn't get to see her during that visit, but it couldn't be helped. Her mother seemed determined to hold herself to that self-imposed policy that she and Anna had to eventually be closer in age if she was going to let herself enjoy their relationship. So when month after month slipped by, she wasn't surprised not to really hear from her mother.
Until the middle of March. Anna's nineteenth birthday.
Through pure chance, it fell on a Saturday, so she and Punz spent the day together, able to freely ignore the demands of classes. They had planned to see a movie and go out to dinner. And it was nice, it was, but on the drive home Anna couldn't help the little bead of sadness that kept pestering the back of her mind.
It felt… weird, not seeing Elsa on this particular date. Or hearing from her. And while she absolutely appreciated Jennifer and everything they did that day – everything that she had done to make her birthday special, like the incredible girlfriend she was – it was still depressing not to hear from her mother at all, and it weighed on her.
Clearly Punz knew. Anna tried not to drag her down, because she didn't want Punz to think she didn't love spending time with her, but she could still tell when Anna wasn't feeling completely okay. Maybe she had known that if Elsa didn't contact her then Anna would feel down, because when they got back to the dorm, there was a surprise waiting that Anna never would have guessed.
Or rather, wouldn't have guessed all of it. She had hoped – and to a certain degree, expected – they would have the traditional birthday sex at some point in the day. The thought that Punz would take it further than she ever had before didn't even cross Anna's mind. Punz was gorgeous and sweet and so, so receptive. Not passive, just… reactionary.
So when she pushed Anna onto the bed, moving to sit astride her as she pulled her shirt off, it was the most heavenly surprise.
"You're mine tonight," she said, leaning forward to capture Anna's lips in a possessive display of power. The quick view Anna had of the extra-lacy bra was enough to get her heart pumping. Any remaining thoughts of Elsa temporarily slipped beneath the waves of her own arousal.
"What does that mean?" she found herself whispering a short time later, as her own body was shucked of its trappings. "Do you… want me to call you 'master' or something?"
Punz flashed her a dark smile. One Anna could tell was completely pretend, but she appreciated all the same; this girl didn't have a sinister bone in her whole body. "Hmm, I like the sound of that. What about 'Miss Punzel'?"
Though privately, Anna felt weird about that because she used to call Jennifer's mother that sometimes, but she more often called her "Mrs. P" so it wasn't as odd as it could have been. So she simply nodded and whispered, "Miss Punzel, you're trying to seduce me."
"Oh, so now I'm your mom and you're me, huh?" Then she wrinkled her nose briefly. "Wait… that doesn't work, because your mom seduced you, not me. Nevermind, my Graduate metaphor totally fell apart."
"It's okay," Anna laughed. Privately, she thought Punz was a failure as a Dom, but she didn't want her to be a Dom. She wanted to be with her girlfriend - even if that meant playing their roles a little longer, just for fun. So she cleared her throat and started over: "Miss Punzel… what are you going to do to my body?"
Jennifer bit her lip for a long moment, eyes sweeping up and down her half-stripped form. "Mmm… anything I want. And there are a lot of things, little Anna."
"Little?!"
The outburst, minor though it was, allowed Anna to see a glimpse beyond the dominant act Punz was putting on; it made her shirk back, just a little; made her eyes slip from where they looked into Anna's. Made her look…
Scared. That really shouldn't have been a surprise to Anna at all. This was so far from the realm that they usually explored – or rather, the realm that Jennifer usually took charge of. If there was any roleplaying to be done, Anna orchestrated the entire affair. Punz was doing this purely to make her happy. Stepping beyond the bounds of her own comfort zone to do something she knew Anna enjoyed.
Anna had to kiss her for that. Then she had to divest Punz of the rest of her clothing just so she could look at her. Of course, it was the lacy red bra that held her attention the most, but she did make sure to appreciate the matching pair of panties that clothed Punz's glorious behind.
It was then that she remembered that Punz was supposed to be in control; how easily she handed it over! As fun as it would be to turn the tables, it was also glaringly obvious that her girlfriend had a plan; so, leaning forward and letting her hands caress the skin of Jennifer's thighs, Anna whispered, "Tell me what you want, Miss Punzel."
The small whimper Punz let out was delicious, but she was quick to regain control. "On the bed. Naked. Now. Right now." Okay, perhaps not as in control as she intended, but that was okay. This was new to the both of them.
But just as Anna was removing her shirt, there came an unwelcome interruption from the door. The worst part wasn't that someone was trying to get in; it was that they were succeeding. At the first thump, Anna had dreaded a stranger either calling out "Sorry!" or someone knocking and asking if they were in. Unfortunately, instead they heard the sound of a key scraping in a lock.
"Shit!" Punz whispered frantically. "The RA!"
At least it wasn't the RA, or anyone else on staff. In the darkened room, they could make out a blonde head peeking through the door, joy dancing in her eyes. Once the door swung a little wider, the eyes turned from amused to shocked.
"OH! O-Oh my GOD!"
"Elsa!" Anna hissed under her breath, trying to pull the sheet over hers and Punz's bodies and failing completely; it was pinned down by her own weight. "What are- did you- maybe KNOCK or something?!"
"Sorry!" she hissed, edging into the room and closing the door behind her. "Girls, I'm very sorry, I didn't- the lights were out, I thought I could surprise you before you got back from… well, from wherever you were!"
"Well consider me surprised!" Anna called out. There was still anger and disbelief in her tone, but that wasn't the only thing; once Anna had stopped trying to cover herself, it was easy to see how pleased she was. Her mother hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all.
"I'll come back in… in an hour?" she asked. It was too dark to make out her expression. Punz just sat atop Anna awkwardly – at least she wasn't facing the door. But even after offering, Elsa made no move to leave. Punz twisted her head a little, just to observe the older woman. Elsa's gaze was glued to Anna – in fact, Punz was certain that if she hadn't been there, Elsa would have stalked forward and done… well, exactly what she had been trying to do.
Hand shaking and voice trembling, she reached out to gently palm one of Anna's breasts. "If that's what Anna wants." God her voice sounded so frail, and it was nearly drowned out by Anna's gasp.
"I really am sorry," Elsa breathed, reaching over to set a couple of things on one of their desks. In the darkness, it was hard to tell what they were. "You can get on with whatever you were doing before, and I'll… catch you another time. Happy birthday, Anna."
The fact that Anna was about to let her go, without chasing after her for once, seemed to light a fire under Punz. Elsa had actually turned the doorknob and pulled it already when she squeaked, "Wait!"
"Hm?"
"Wait, Mrs… Elsa. I, um, I wanted to ask… to ask, um, what are you here for? Just like, because I know you didn't… that this wasn't on purpose, so what were you…"
After a few seconds when there had been no interruption of the sentence, she shrugged and whispered, "You're right, I wasn't trying to... interrput. I was just going to surprise Anna, but I think you have that covered!"
"She does," Anna said in deference to Punz. "But I mean, thank you. Seriously! It's just… y-yeah, we were in the middle of something."
"Of course! I completely understand."
"But you can come back in… an hour or two, and we can go out for ice cream or something like that. Right, Punz?"
But a very thoughtful look was on Punz's face. Not that Anna could see much in the darkness, but she had a feeling Punz was still blushing, and could almost feel her breath coming faster in some kind of panic. It worried her, until she whispered, "Yeah. I mean, you could stay now, too, if you wanted. Anna definitely wants you here, I think."
"No, no, I wouldn't want you two to stop for my sake," Elsa tried to laugh it off. She had stopped moving towards the door though – an invitation for Punz to continue, perhaps, or an indication that she didn't really want to leave, either. Maybe both.
"Who says we have to stop?" Punz shot back. Anna could hear the defensiveness lacing her tone, as much as it was shaking from anxiety, but she was more distracted by the words. And her own arousal. If Punz meant what Anna thought she meant, then…
Swallowing, Anna lifted herself up onto her elbows. She was still naked from the waist up, and the knowledge that both people in the room were aware of that fact… well, it certainly wasn't making her arousal fade.
"Wait, Jen," Anna began. "Do you mean like– we keep going? With Elsa still there?!"
Truth be told, it was something she hadn't considered. This was already weird enough – no need to make it weirder by inviting her girlfriend to have to confront it face-to-face. There was so much 'nope' already for any typical person to handle. But then, if Punz was offering – was okay with doing what she suggested, and Elsa okay with it, as well, then Anna saw no reason to argue. The longer she thought about it, the more appealing it was. But could either of them really be okay with that?
The best part was that even though she had asked a question, Punz didn't feel the need to verbally respond. She knew Anna's body – knew all its little signs and indications. So when she placed her hand on Anna's chest, gently rubbing circles against a pert nipple, it was more than enough of an answer.
Anna groaned and Elsa murmured a heated, "Oh goodness," and stumbled over to the unused bed on the other side of the room, sitting down heavily. As if she had sea legs.
"What's the matter?" Punz said, still sounding somehow both petulant and taunting. "You can't act like you've never seen her like this before."
"It's not that," Elsa assured her in a raspy voice. "Well… it'll sound silly to admit that I felt a little weak in the knees. I really should get up and shut the door, though…"
A thrill of dread shot through Anna's stomach. The door was still very slightly open; just a crack, so anyone walking past wouldn't see much. But they might hear something. After a split second's indecision, she scrambled out of the bed and shot toward it, practically slamming it shut.
"That's one solution," Elsa chuckled, a little amazed at the situation they found themselves in. Anna could relate.
"Good. Now, um… where were we?"
Punz stood from the bed. "I'll make this really easy for you, Anna." For a moment, she was afraid that her girlfriend would move to the door and leave, and that would be that. A horrible conversation to have the next day that would involve a lot of regrets and maybe some shouting.
But instead, she moved to the bed where Elsa sat and plopped down right next to her. Even in the low light, it was easy to see how much she was shaking as she looped her hand around Elsa's waist – prompting the elder woman to let out a quiet yip of pure surprise – then patted her own lap with the other.
"Come get your present, Anna."
The tremble was evident in her voice, too, but it seemed she genuinely wanted to go through with this. After all, she had always thought Jennifer was one of the bravest people she knew - and not because she was never scared. But because she could always push through that fear when it was important. Anna's eyes flickered over to Elsa, who was sitting stock-still as though any motion would send Punz scurrying for the hills.
"Well? Come on, Birthday Girl, it's not gonna wait around forever."
Smirking to herself, Anna finally began moving forward. Punz wasn't very convincing, but it wasn't like she didn't want whatever was going to happen. Her two favourite women were offering her a dream situation; she had to at least see if it would lead anywhere. Straddling Punz's lap, though, she had a brief moment of doubt.
"Wait, was my present this? Or was it… y'know, you?"
As soon as she asked, though, it became obvious that it had been a very stupid question. Punz froze, and her face darkened; this did not seem like a good blush, though. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Punz suddenly seemed so unsure of herself. Anna wasn't sure how to break the spell she cast, but it seemed she didn't have to.
Or rather, she could rely on someone else. Elsa, having been silently watching them for the past few minutes, made a very slow, deliberate motion as she moved her arm around Punz's side. It came to rest between her shoulders and her waist, but the real surprise was the tender, if platonic, peck she placed on Punz's forehead. Here was Mrs McFly, housewife and mother.
"Well, go on. Give her this present you keep talking about." And there was the hint of Elsa, the closeted teenage lesbian with the raging hormones to rival literally anyone of the 80s, who had grown into a cunning cougar over the course of thirty years. The woman Anna loved more than her own mother.
"Jeepers," was all Punz could make herself breathe. Instantly, Elsa withdrew her hand, but a moment later there was a quiet giggle. "S-sorry. I really don't know… I mean, I've barely done this stuff with Anna, let alone…"
"Can't handle the challenge?" Elsa prodded her very gently. Her coy smile made it clear – at least, to Anna – that she was only teasing. Her hand didn't return, and she didn't make any more advances toward the other college girl in the room.
But that wasn't how Punz perceived it. She took the smirk at face value, and frowned over at Elsa for a moment before snapping, "Hey, I might not have a half-century of experience like some old ladies…"
She couldn't help herself. Anna let out a cajoling "ooooooh" in Elsa's direction. Even though she wanted this, and wanted her mother to feel comfortable, she knew that Punz had more rights that night. Also, as the more nervous of the two, she needed the support - and she could show that by dishing it out at her mom.
"Hah!" Elsa burst out, finding it funny instead of insulting. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?"
"Well, you're definitely an elder." However, the banter was enabling Punz to loop her arms a little tighter around Anna. To find her confidence again. "What was it like before cars were invented?"
"Says the girl who isn't old enough to use one," Elsa fired back, still smirking as she let her hand drift down to rest on Anna's rear. It made the redhead let out a shaky sigh, appreciating their touches both independently and as a combined unit.
If Punz had been about to retort that she was, indeed, old enough to drive, it seemed to die on her tongue as Anna's pelvis tilted forward. Her chest was right there, in all its pert and uncovered glory. But she also didn't seem to know exactly what she wanted to do – if she did, then she lacked the courage. Here she was, sat in her underwear with her girlfriend atop her lap, and said girlfriend's mother sitting next to her. It was like a scene from an amateur porno - one that could never come true.
But Anna kept looking at her, all warmed up and clearly eager to get started. It was too late to back out now. Hands sliding up, they cupped Anna's breasts; small globes that fit perfectly in her palms. Anna sighed once more, leaning her head back as her right hand came to rest on Punz's. Her other hand travelled south to meet Elsa's, and she rolled her hips again.
It was, in part, an act. Even with the extra thrill of another person, there was no way she was that sensitive. But it was distracting, and before she knew it, Jennifer was kissing Anna's throat, licking and leaving little red marks. Anna let out a low hum at the sensation.
Fingertips dug into Anna's rear in reaction to the touch. So far, Elsa had mostly been egging the two of them on, but she was also being quite bold simply by not having left when the decision was put to her. Punz even moreso, since she was less experienced and already wasn't quite as comfortable with Anna's other relationship. Understandable as that was. It was interesting to see how they each handled being in this situation with the other present.
By the time she heard a shaky sigh from Punz, she was already practically aching with need from the kisses and light fondling, the other hand clutching down below. When she pulled back to shoot a questioning glance down, her girlfriend looked a little shy.
"Elsa's getting f-fresh," she whispered.
"I was not," Elsa said immediately, frowning over at her.
"You were heading for my ass!"
"No, I was petting your back! I promise you that I wasn't going any further downward than I had." But after a few seconds of stony, red-faced silence from Jennifer, she added, "Do you want me to demonstrate what that would feel like to prove it?"
"NO! No, just… ugh, I'm so bad at this… why can't I relax and just… let things happen? I know in my brain that it's alright for us to both 'play' with Anna together, but like… I still wanna punch you."
At that last word, Anna blinked in shock. "Punz!" But she also inexplicably felt her pulse increase. The idea of either of them fighting for her, claiming her as their own, was both alarming… and a slight turn-on. Not only that, but the fact that Punz had been so brazen with how she felt, that was a good thing – at least to Anna. Even in her arousal-addled mind, she could see that Punz was perhaps not seeing Elsa as "Mrs McFly" nearly as much as she used to.
But the fighting words really weren't getting anyone anywhere, least of all Anna. "Okay, you two," she breathed. The words were directed at both Elsa and Punz, but her gaze was fixed squarely on her girlfriend. She needed the most encouragement, after all. "There's a half-naked, entirely revved-up college girl sitting on your lap. And she really wants to be touched. And unless one of you starts, I suppose she'll just have to take over herself. Which would be a shame, really, because there's two equally gorgeous ladies who are allegedly trying to give her some birthday sex."
As she finished, Anna made sure to smile at Punz. She and Elsa had already played this particular game – the one of give and take – but Punz had yet to gain experience with it. She was as unsure as Elsa was - though in the latter's case, it was because this was so new and she was trying to be respectful of Punz's wishes.
But at the same time, Anna had been serious with her words. When Jennifer still hesitated, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth at the same moment her hand snaked down. With the way she was straddling Punz, it couldn't have been more obvious what she was doing.
So it ended up that both Punz and Anna said "Oh!" at the same moment. It sounded a bit different, but the feeling expressed was parallel. Anna rocked her hips into her fingers as Punz was startled into silence, watching with wide eyes as her girlfriend began to work on her body.
"You're going to let her get away with that?" Elsa whispered. Cajoling, prompting. It didn't take much longer for Punz to begin kissing down her chest again, for now content to simply assist her girlfriend rather than taking over.
Meanwhile, it seemed Elsa had another tactic in mind to move things along. Her nails raked down Anna's back, causing her to hiss through her teeth and arch her back forward. Suddenly, Jennifer found herself with a mouthful, though she quickly adapted and began to lap and nibble at the erect teat between her lips.
"There we go," Elsa sighed, clearly a little affected by what she was watching but still not quite joining in. Not fully. "I'm sure she's been wanting that for a while now."
Jennifer didn't rise to the challenging words. Just the challenge itself, the needs of her girlfriend that she was determined to sate.
Anna was beyond happy; she felt like crying because it was more than she had ever dared ask for, even in the back of her darkest fantasies. A few times, she had thought about something like this, then reprimanded herself for being "gross"… and here it was coming true. They were both helping her get off at the same time; her heart was overflowing.
That alone meant that it really didn't take long for Anna to reach her finish. One of her fastest, too – though that wasn't including the foreplay, which took a little longer than usual. The sensation of Elsa's fingers scratching into her back and Punz kissing and sucking at her front worked in tandem to set her nerves alight. The final touch was her own fingers, going exactly where she needed them. Where she knew they would have the most influence.
Neither Punz nor Elsa quite knew what to do when she was finished – that much was obvious. Punz kept kissing, though there was no urgency that often came with her either attempting to sate herself or to encourage Anna to go again. And Elsa seemed not to want to give up her small grip on Anna. Of course, it couldn't last. With gentle motions, Anna removed her hand, wiping it on her stomach while her clean one came to cup Punz's cheeks and bring her face up so she could look into her eyes. And…
This kiss felt different, and Anna couldn't quite place why. True, even for her it was a little weird having Elsa right next to them as they made out; Punz probably felt similarly. Anna watched Elsa from the corner of her eye, and wasn't ashamed to admit – at least to herself, privately – that the brief look of want that passed her mother's face was hot.
After all, Elsa had obviously snuck in with her own plans in mind. Now they would just have to be fantasies.
Too soon, Punz had broken the kiss. She let out a little giggle when Anna whined and pressed her head forward, but didn't give in to Anna's wish for another.
"I need a shower," she announced, eyes flicking to Elsa for the briefest of moments before she was staring somewhere between Anna's ear and her chin. "You have some um, catching up to do."
"Maybe we could all shower," Anna purred with wiggling eyebrows. But all she got was a shove, so she popped up from Punz's lap to let her collect some clothes.
"I'll be right back. Have fun!" She looked a little sad, even though she was smiling. Then she was gone.
"I am so sorry," Elsa began immediately, before Anna could even turn around to look at her properly. "Honestly, I saw the lights off, and I didn't think… well, I should have knocked, at least."
"Maybe, yeah. Still… wow, that just happened."
Her mother chuckled a little and stood to cross the room, flicking on the overhead light. "It did. Not something I expected to have enjoyed tonight…"
And to Anna's surprise, it really seemed like it wasn't. Now, she could see that the desk had an expertly-wrapped gift and a chocolate cake in a plastic domed container. Simple, actual birthday trappings. There also seemed to be a plastic grocery bag full of assorted other things.
"You… were you gonna throw me a surprise party?"
"Not much of a party with just the two of us, possibly three. But just a little pleasant shock to your system, yes." Her hand came to rest on the cake. "We could still light candles and let you blow them out, if you like…?"
"Sure," Anna giggled, actually pleased. For some reason, it was nice to see some evidence that Elsa still remembered she was a person and not just a potential future wife, after all the time-hopping.
It was decided – mutually and silently – that they would wait for Punz before doing the cake-thing. But that didn't stop Anna from digging into the grocery bag or unwrapping her present. Inside the box, Elsa had placed another box – and inside that box was a photoframe, and in the frame was a picture Anna hadn't even been aware existed. Tori, in 1985, on stage at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Given her smile and the energy, it was likely when she was playing Bananarama.
"Where-?"
"They put it in the paper the next day. It was really no hassle to travel back and get them to develop another picture for me- or rather, for you."
Anna's fingers trailed over the glass. She looked ridiculous in those clothes, red hair wild; you would have to know it was her not to assume it was a lookalike. But that was the girl Elsa had fallen in love with. That was the beautiful part. "Thank you," she whispered earnestly. "It's… gnarly."
The corner of Elsa's mouth twisted in a smile. "Happy birthday, Anna."
Gently moving to place the picture on her desk, Anna was distracted by the grocery bag. "What have we here?" she asked, more to herself than Elsa.
Party hats and poppers filled its contents, and those terrible little party horns that unravelled as you blew into them. It entertained the both of them for a good ten minutes, and broke some of the tension of the previous moment. At least, until the RA did actually show up and chastised them for being too loud. She looked at Elsa a little longer than necessary, but Anna had a suspicion that it was more because she was unfamiliar than her age. The treatments from the future really had done wonders.
By that stage, a good half hour had passed, and Punz still had not returned. Her showers normally didn't take that long. "She's probably just run into a friend. Always the extrovert, that Jennifer Punzel!" Anna said. Elsa just looked at her. Sighing, Anna slumped. "Yeah, you're right. This is Punz we're talking about…"
"But it's alright. I get you to myself for a little while longer; I don't hate that."
Grinning, Anna kissed her on the cheek, and they snuggled for a moment. But nothing more came of it. She felt a little guilty for having reached her own heights without doing the same for her mother, but Elsa didn't seem particularly wound up. Just glad to spend time with her.
Eventually, Punz did return, looking pink and freshly scrubbed. When they asked what took so long, she cleared her throat and tried to be evasive.
"Oh hey, a cake!" she cried out. "Looks good, too… and the candles look ready to go."
"Did you get off in there?"
Punz didn't answer. Elsa glanced at Anna's amused face, then back to Punz. Finally, she shrugged and said, "It's not like we don't all do it. You had a very good reason to on this occasion, I might add."
"I did," she sighed weakly, glancing at Anna – who had long ago pulled on an oversized tee. "Sorry… y-yeah, I needed to blow off a little steam in there."
"You really could have told me to get lost, though. That way, Anna could have returned the favour instead of you having to run off – or you could have done it with me here, anyway. You're together and have every right-"
"In front of you? N-nah… I'm not ready for… well, for that kinda stuff." By now, she was beet red, but she did keep glancing at Elsa's patient smile. Anna felt her eyes narrowing in suspicion, but she also knew intellectually that she just wasn't used to doing anything "bad" in front of someone she still saw as a parental figure.
And besides, it wasn't like she had any right to be jealous, particularly not of a perceived attraction between Punz and Elsa. One she was probably imagining anyway.
"C'mere," Anna offered, brushing away that silly thought. It was still her birthday for another few hours, and that wasn't nearly enough time to waste any on stupid notions of jealousy.
Punz didn't move forward, though. Anna saw her glance at her own bed, biting her lip, and she knew precisely what was going through her girlfriend's head at this given moment. This called for something bigger.
"Jen… please?" Holding her arms out, Anna tried not to let her bottom lip wobble too much. Didn't want any overkill, after all.
But it had the unintended side effect of making Elsa sit up, ensuring there was an appropriate distance between herself and Anna when she said, "Perhaps I should be going…"
"Don't!" Punz piped up. Only after she said it did she seem to realise what she was saying, and she glanced down toward the floor. "Well… you did come to help Anna celebrate her birthday, and I know you kinda did that part, but like…"
Elsa's smile was definitely of a motherly type. "Very sweet of you to offer, but I can tell what kind of evening you two intended to have. And I've intruded on it enough - even though it's been… interesting."
Anna looked between them for a moment. Elsa wasn't leaving very fast; she seemed to be waiting for Punz to speak. For her part, she seemed to be indecisive; probably because she felt asking Elsa to stay was the right thing to do, but she wasn't used to arguing with "adults".
"You get in bed," she told Jennifer as she stood up. "I'll just be a sec." Then she took Elsa's elbow and steered her toward the door.
"You don't have to throw me out," Elsa giggled. "I have two perfectly good legs."
"They are perfect legs," Anna conceded, and her mother's head dipped in very slight chagrin at the unexpected compliment. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I know it's my birthday, but, um… can we do something nice for Jen?"
"Hm? I mean, if it's what we just did for you, I don't think she's interested in that from my direction."
Waving a hand, she hissed, "Not that! But what if we get her some of that cake and cuddle her? I want her to feel loved; not in the sexy way, just like, that we both really care about her and she's not just the third wheel when you and me are together."
Thoughts were clearly flying back and forth behind her mother's blue eyes. "You really don't think she'd be uncomfortable?" Anna shook her head, and Elsa shrugged one shoulder. "We can try it. I'll feel a little strange about cuddling her, myself, but I think I can fake that I'm not better than she can. And… well, I do really want to make it up to the both of you."
Anna bit her bottom lip. She didn't want Elsa to have to fake it. But maybe that was what they needed right now: a chance to get used to this changing dynamic. When this whole thing began, it wouldn't have been a radical assumption to think that neither Punz nor Elsa expected their own relationship to change this much. In fact, Anna was fairly certain Punz thought they would get along less, if only because, well… her first reaction to the news was to throw up. And now she was actively giving them space.
What did she do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend?
That question that filled her mind as she walked back over to Punz. She did as she had been told, but she still seemed unsure; she was sitting cross-legged, curling herself up just enough to seem smaller than usual. Like she was the one trying not to intrude. Anna's heart went out to her. She was so good. Nevermind what Anna did to deserve Punz: she didn't. But for whatever reason, Punz had chosen her, and Anna needed to live up to that.
She would do her damndest to try, at any rate.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Anna announced, clapping her hands together once. "We're gonna sit on that bed and watch a movie and eat cake, and you're gonna let us cuddle the shit out of you, okay?"
Her words were fierce, and her tone even moreso. Punz kind of looked like she had been warped into an alternate dimension where everyone had horse-heads. "What?"
"You heard me." When Anna noticed Elsa was already opening up the cake pan, lighting the candles, she let out a self-conscious little laugh. "Oh, we don't still need to do that."
"Of course we do, and I think Jennifer would agree. Right?"
After only a slight hesitation, Punz swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yeah. It's the only part of this crazy birthday that still looks normal. We have to, Anna - you deserve a real cake and all!"
So Anna let them sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and she made a big deal out of conducting their performance until they all started laughing. Then she blew out her candles and they cut the cake into slices, Elsa insisting that the other two start the cuddling while she served them. The mom coming out in her again. Soon enough, they were all half-lying against the headboard and watching an old classic that Anna had selected.
"Truly one of the greats," Elsa muttered around her bite of cake as the words "The Goonies" appeared on the black screen. "Turn it up."
Punz did, too nervous to eat quite yet. "Um… is it okay to say that I've never seen this?"
"What?!" Anna burst out in so much surprise that her bite fell back into her bowl. "How have we been going out this long and I'm just learning about this now?!"
"Manners, Anna," Elsa chastised as Punz gave a sheepish shrug. Anna rolled her eyes and picked up the piece of cake.
"Lucky we're fixing that, then. This is a classic. And it has the Chinese kid from Indiana Jones – and Josh Brolin way before he was cool, Samwise before he hit the Shire!"
"Just let her watch the movie."
Punz shot Elsa a grateful smile. Then she took a small bite of her cake and settled in against her girlfriend to watch the movie. To Anna, she looked a lot more comfortable than she would have expected. But that was good. It was more than that, really: it was nice.
And it only got nicer. They finished their cake and got cleaned up. Anna ducked out for a "super duper really quick shower," and when she got back, Elsa and Punz were in almost the same position that they had been in when she left. There was a little more distance between them versus with Anna, but honestly, it was hardly noticeable. When Anna returned to her seat, all clean and cool, Punz even moved closer to Elsa to give her room.
Even more wild, they stayed that way. Punz may have curled up against Anna more closely, but Elsa curled up against Punz - and she didn't seem to mind. Even if nothing particularly risque happened at all, it was so heartening to see them growing that comfortable with each other. Maybe this really was going to work out.
For Anna, there was only one disappointment: when the movie ended, and Elsa made to get up.
"Wh- where are you going? Don't- don't you wanna stay here tonight?" Anna asked. Punz looked between the both of them, obviously halfway asleep already. She was awake enough to catch the small look Elsa gave her, and awake enough to do something about it. Putting her hand on the older woman's, she stared at them for a second.
"If-if you wanna stay, that's fine. Don't think you're not allowed… okay?"
"You're a sweetheart, Jennifer. But I really didn't intend on staying the night anyway. You're both tired and there isn't a lot of room." She leaned forward, across Punz, to kiss Anna's cheek and then her lips. "But I hope you had a wonderful birthday, my darling." She kissed Anna once more, and when she drew back, they both noticed something odd.
Punz was staring at them. Well, more precisely, she was staring at Elsa.
"Punz…?"
"Huh?"
"Did you, uh… were you staring at her b-"
"Would you like a kiss, sweetheart?" Elsa to the rescue with her blunt words and soft tone. At least it kept Punz from having to admit that she was checking out her girlfriend's mother's cleavage - even if Anna wasn't entirely sure tha twas the case. Immediately, Punz's face began to darken, and she looked away.
"N-n-nah, that'd be weird for you, probably. I m-mean, you're Anna's mom and her, uh, other girlfriend? Or whatever you would call that. A-and you and I… we're not…" But it seemed the more she stumbled over her words, the more she was making it sound like she really was interested in getting some variety of affection from the older woman. Whether or not that was truly the case, she clamped her lips shut.
So Elsa kissed her cheek. It was still a lot more affectionate than either girl expected, but the lessened level of intimacy compared to Anna's kiss seemed to set Punz at ease a little. She let out a slight sigh, eyes closing until the lips left her face.
"We both care very deeply for Anna," she told her gently as she patted her forearm before standing up. "Which means we should care for each other, as well. I already did before this whole craziness, because I could tell you're a sweet person who deserves her affections. Though I know it's difficult to navigate… well, whatever this has turned into. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try."
Punz looked like she was going to blush until she melted, so Anna quipped, "I'm pretty lucky to have such hot sisterwives."
"And don't you forget it," Elsa told her in a slightly sharper tone, though she was smiling. They both shared a laugh as she put her shoes back on and gathered her purse. "Happy birthday. And when Jennifer comes back to reality, tell her I said 'goodnight' for me?"
"Uh-huh," Punz just managed to mutter. Anna rolled her eyes.
Once they were alone, she finally did seem to come back to herself. As they turned off the TV and finished getting ready for bed, she asked her, "Punz?"
"What?"
"Are you starting to crush on Elsa?"
"N-no!" she hissed in alarm. "I mean… okay, so she's really hot, and I do like her, but it's not the way I feel about you. Just that… I dunno, I didn't expect any of this, and it's all… hinky."
Sighing, she abandoned her own bed to crawl into Anna's and get it warm for the both of them. They did sleep separately most of the time because the beds were too small to truly accommodate two people, especially with the way they both tended to sprawl out during sleep. However, sometimes creature comfort was more important.
"But I mean, I definitely would rather your mom give me a little cheek-peck than deal with like, jealous fighting or whatever."
"That makes it sound like the lesser of two bad options," Anna pointed out, sliding in next to her girlfriend. Punz didn't say anything at first; only wrapped her arms around Anna and snuggled in.
When she did finally speak, it was to apologise. "Sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Anna asked. There was a laugh in her tone and she lifted a hand to run through Punz's hair. "What's going on? Between this and the Halloween party…" When all she got was a shrug, she pressed on. "Please talk to me…"
Letting out a sigh, Punz pushed her face in closer. "I'm just sorry. I'm probably making this harder for you and Elsa than it has to be."
"What? If anything, you're making it easier! Why would you think that?"
"I just feel like I… get in the way sometimes. So I try to give you space but that always backfires…"
Wrapping her arms and legs as tightly around Punz as she could, she whispered into her hair, "Shhhhh. You are never in the way. Never, you hear me? Just… I mean, I appreciate you giving Elsa and me some alone time, just like I appreciate Elsa ducking out to give us some. But that doesn't mean you're 'in the way'."
"Okay," she finally sighed, even if she was still quite tense. "I'm… I know, and I know you mean that. Just feels that way sometimes, anyway. It's dumb."
"It is dumb. But I get how you feel that way. Even if I hope you can start to feel that we both care about you. It's not like, just me tolerating you, and Elsa wants you gone. She loves you, too - even if it's not like the way I love you."
Snuggling in closer, Jennifer whispered, "I'm just not used to having a mom care about me. On top of her looking more like your big sister now. Like, it's a good feeling; a weird one, but a good one. I just have to get used to it, I guess. This whole thing. But I think… if you're sure you want me around…"
"Double-sure. Triple!" They both giggled a little. "I mean it."
"Okay. I trust you, Anna."
And those were the last whispered words either of them breathed before drifting away to the realm of sleep.
~ o ~
But the notion that Jennifer would always feel a little left out until they did something about it stayed with Anna as she returned to her daily routine. After a few weeks, she began to jot down ideas. It wasn't easy, but the next couple of times Elsa popped her head into Anna's life, she cornered her so they could plot for the future — hard as it was to resist engaging in other activities.
Eventually, summer break came around, and they spent the first couple of weeks doing the beach-themed vacation they had planned on. After that, the initial strategy was to go back to campus and work to help offset costs.
And they did, for a bit. Until one weekend in July…
To Be Continued…
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hey discet, how are you?
Well, I have a wondering question :)
Will Marcy ever do a violin duet with sprig?
And if so, how would it be like?
I'm doing quite well mpf thanks for asking ^-^. Been tired and working hard on the recent chapter though I've hit some walls with it. :/
So, no. In this AU Marcy doesn't play the violin. Her musical experience lie solely in the drums. I had to make that call in the narrative before chapter 1 of an Alchemist Abroad and that was before Marcy's Journal had come out.
Ultimately I think that follows better with Marcy's home life in this AU. A violin and lessons kind of implies a more active interest in Marcy by her parents than I've established. If Marcy had asked for them, they would have probably been provided, but AU!Marcy wouldn't have bothered to.
Though, of fun note is while it wasn't a violin duet, Marcy and sprig did do a little jam session in chapter 1 of An Alchemist Abroad. Which I still really like as a moment so I'm gonna post it below the read more.
Context: Shortly after their adventure in the factory
The night was dark when the Plantars found a place to rest. Marcy was emptying the contents of her shoe into a small component pouch. Gravel of an ancient ruin was useful for a couple of curses she’d been working on. She still felt a buzz of excitement from the ancient factory. 
Marcy was sitting on the stoop of the fwagon with the side door left open. She was keeping an eye on Sprig and Polly while Hop Pop was hunting for grubs and other things for that night’s dinner. Polly was contenting herself with Marcy's journal inside the fwagon, reading up on the basics of wiring and electronics in preparation of their next big project. 
Marcy looked up from the phone at Sprig who was digging through her shoulder bag for some snacks that Marcy had saved from Wartwood. "Oh, hey!" he pulled out a pair of sticks, "what are these for?"
Marcy blinked. "Oh wow, I didn't know I still had those... These are my old drumsticks." Marcy held out her hands for them. 
Sprig obliged, handing them over, "You play the drums?"
"Sure do!" Marcy smiled, spinning the two drumsticks before bending down and doing a quick drum roll on the wood of the fwagon before using the rim of the stew pot as a cymbal replacement. 
Sprig clapped in amazement, "Wow, you're really good! Where'd you learn to play?"
Marcy grinned as the shadow of memories came over her face, "Anne, Sasha and I were in a garage band together, Sasha and the Sharps," Marcy said, absentmindedly starting to tap out a beat. "Back in 6th grade, Sasha came up one day saying that we were all entering the talent show at the end of the month... Even though Anne and I had never touched an instrument before," Marcy chuckled, she had been pretty nervous at the prospect originally, but Sasha's confidence had always been infectious. "tried out a couple of different instruments, but after a couple of... incidents, we decided it would be best for me to remain seated." she switched up the beat, unconsciously starting the backbeat to Heart Stomper, "so the drums were perfect for me."
Marcy smiled wistfully recalling their early practice sessions. Sasha had been a ruthless taskmaster, but they actually sounded halfway decent for the talent show. Despite it being their first performance they ended up burying the other contestants and taking home first prize. From there, band practice became one of their routine hangout excuses. They'd all meet up at Anne's house, since her parents were usually at the restaurant after school. Sasha would give them some instruction and fine tune their limited set list. Most of the time though, they would just hang out talking with the instruments in hand. Joking about plans for what they'd do if they ever 'hit it big.'
The memories took on a bittersweet taste as she thought back on them, mixing with memories of their reunion here in Amphibia. Sasha's teasing reprimands at practice juxtaposed with her furious glare in the moment before Marcy blew the mind control powder into her face. Anne's giggles and earnest smile as she played during a performance against the hurt look of betrayal she had that night. 
Marcy sighed as her drumming lost a bit of its tempo, a lump forming in her throat, "m' a heart stomper... stompin' on hearts..."
"Nooooo!" Sprig suddenly lamented shaking Marcy out of her memories. 
Marcy stopped drumming, looking back at Sprig, "What's up?" Marcy fretted, eyes darting around the clearing for some source of danger.
"I'm fine..." Sprig promised, clearly still upset, "but you were finally happy again and then I had to go and remind you of something sad."
Marcy took a few moments to absorb the statement before smiling, standing up to go sit next to Sprig on the log by the fire. "Have you been worried about me?" 
"Mmhmm," Sprig nodded, leaning against Marcy's side. "You've been so quiet since that night... I just wanted to keep your mind off things for a bit…"
"Is that why you've been so insistent on going on adventures this week?"
He nodded.
Marcy looked down fondly at the little frog before putting her arm around his shoulder and pulling him into a side hug, "Thanks Sprig, that factory was pretty awesome… minus that last part." Marcy was quiet for a few moments before admitting, " but… I'm probably going to be upset for a little while. I really miss Anne and Sasha.”
“Sasha?” Sprig said incredulously. 
Marcy chuckled at Sprig’s expression, “I don’t regret stopping her, but I wish there had been another way… she was trying to protect me.” Marcy thought back to her first run in with Ram, holding her hand and asking her the important question. ‘Whose life do we value more?’
“Hm…” Sprig acknowledged reluctantly. 
 "I guess I haven't been the best party leader this last week, huh?" Marcy said with a sad smile.
Sprig launched himself into her side, wrapping his little froggy arms around her, "That's okay… you've been a great sister... thanks for protecting Hop Pop."
Marcy nodded, they held the hug for a little bit before Marcy pulled back taking a steadying breath, "still, I'm on an adventure through a magical world! I don't want to mope my way through it," she said, forcing herself to perk up, "did your fiddle make it onto the fwagon?" 
"Sure did!" Sprig said, springing up from the log, "why?"
Marcy flipped her twin drumsticks around with a grin, "how'd you feel about a little jam session?"
It wasn't perfect. Marcy was using upturned pots and stumps in place of proper drums and it took a bit for the two of them to get on the same wavelength, but it was undeniably fun! Marcy always enjoyed playing the drums. Body and mind working together to maintain a rhythm just felt natural to her. 
Polly came out to listen and rib them gently. When Hop Pop returned he quietly went about preparing dinner while listening to the two of them.
Marcy still had plenty of old memories that hurt to remember, but she could always make some new memories. Not to replace the old, but to add to them. Sweetening the mix to be just a little less bitter.
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Nyan Neko Sugar Highschool - Chapter 2
Chaptar 2: Da Neko School Festiaval
Raku-chan and Koneko chan went into Neko High School. They went to their classrooms and sat in there seats.
The teacher came in. It was... Vet-sama! She changed her job from a vet to a teacher becuz her door insurance ran out and she could not take it.
"Hello all you neko girls and non neko people," said Vet san. "As you all know today is the school Festival so there will be no class today instead you will be preparing for the festival. Go to ur assigned festival stalls and get to work, good luck out there everyneko!"
Koneko chan was distracted by Vet-sama's gigungus amazing superlative oppai which were very hot and sexy.
Boobies... thought Koneko-chan. But she shook her head around animely in order to clear her mind of such thoughts. She focused on thinking abuot the school festival instead.
As the students steadily streamed out of the classroom, talking excitedly amongst themselves as they went to their assigned posts, Raku-chan was still thinking hard about her love confession. She was troubled that she still hadn't been able to come up with the right words to express her love, but she didn't have any ideas about what else she could do.
But then it hit her - Koneko-chan! Koneko was really smart and stuff, she would know what to do!
"Koneko-chan koneko-chan desu! Watashi has to talk to anata about somthing really really important nya!" Raku chan called out, running towards Koneko-chan.
Koneko-chan was stationed at a green tea mochi ice-cream stall at the northeast end of the festival grounds, which was why she was slightly confused upon noticing Raku-chan running towards her. As far as she knew, Raku-chan was supposed to be stationed at the kawaii pantsu panty chan stall on the west side, which was funded by Kawaii underwear chan store ^o^.
"Uh, okay Raku-chan what do you want to talk about?" asked Koneko Chan.
"Uh...I want to ask... h-how would you confess ur... ur ai to sumone!!!??!?!??!?//!" yelled Raku chan.
"Oh, uh, wow," said Koneko chan, not knowing how to respond. Raku-chan was her friend. As her friend, Koneko should be helping Raku with everything she had. It wasn't like Koneko didn't have the knowledge, or the ability to help. It should have been simple to advise Raku about her feelings.
But all the same, Koneko found a certain painful bitterness welling up inside her heart, as she realized that she wasn't the person Raku wanted to confess to.
"Do u not know Koneko-chan??! Oh, sorry then for bothering you nya desu," Raku-chan apologized. It was her fault for assuming that Koneko-chan would always have all the answers to every problem, she was only neko after all.
"No, I do... I do know. I can help you," Koneko-chan said simply, an undercurrent of some unidentifiable emotion in her voice. She smiled as Raku immediately lit up, her ears perking up and sparkly shoujo bubbles filling the air around her.
This was the most she could do for Raku. Even if she couldn't be that special person Raku gave herself to, Koneko would do everything in her power to protect that shining smile.
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"A... a love letter nyan?" Raku-chan asked, confused. Koneko-chan's suggestion was better than nothing, but Raku-chan wasn't fully convinced.
Koneko-chan nodded. "I know, it doesn't seem like a really sugoi plan at first glance. However, using a love letter is actually an ingenious strategy to ensure absolute victory, and romantic success."
Raku-chan still didn't understand. "Huh? Why desu nya?"
"Because it allows you to circumvent one of the main problems faced in a confession, whether your feelings are returned or not. The simple act of holding out a love letter lets you gauge the reaction of whoever you're confessing to. You can determine whether they like you or not, and take appropriate action based on that."
"But isn't that embarrassing desu?" asked Raku-chan. "And... and what if they don't like you back? W-what then nya?"
Koneko-chan smiled again. "That's the best part of the love letter strategy. If things aren't going well, you can just rely on your backup plan—say it was just a joke."
Raku-chan's neko ears perked up and her eyes widened in amazement. "Wow... what a sugoi idea nyaaa!!!!!! Arigato gozaimasu Koneko-chan!"
Koneko-chan looked at Raku-chan affectionately as the newly reinvigorated neko hurried away to the kawaii pantsu panty chan stall with fresh determination, waving goodbye as she disappeared into the crowd.
The growing line of customers and the yells of her fellow classmates manning the stall drew Koneko-chan out of the moment. She busied herself with work for the festival, scooping green tea mochi ice cream out of the large, frozen canisters it was contained in.
It was much easier than facing her emotions.
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RATE & REVEW 4 MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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From the Page: Viral (Part 1)
Part 1 of my first story of my original story collection, the "Daydreams and Nightmares Collection". There will be secrets hidden to connect the stories and reveal an overarching plot.
CW: None, really this is a introduction part
P.S.: I'm so excited to start this whole thing, because it will be huge xD
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"Tyler, your post is going crazy!"
Sidney was grinning like a little child on Christmas morning in front of a pile of presents, when she looked up from the laptop in front of her. Tyler rushed to the bed to sit down next to his girlfriend. His eyes went wide, when he realized his new creepypasta called "The Willow Whistler" was going viral.
"You did it, Tyler!"
Sid was giving him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"I guess I did! Wow, never thought a little silly story I created as a kid would have such an audience."
Tyler was still in awe over the rising numbers, when his girlfriend gave him a little nudge in the rips.
"Are you listening? I asked you, how you even came up with this one!"
She was pouting, but obviously tried hard not to laugh. Tyler grinned at her and blushed a little bit: "Well, when I was 6 or 7 years old we visited my uncle sometimes, he died a few years ago. His backyard lines up with a forest and there's a clearing with a beautiful, old and creepy willow. We used to sit there and he would tell me scary stories. He also told me, it's dangerous to whistle at night or the monsters are coming for me."
He chuckled at Sid's wide eyed expression.
"I simply mixed my childhood experiences and stories my uncle told me together."
Sidney nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, that makes sense. It's a pretty cool inspiration. Is it still there? The willow, I mean."
The question stunned him for a second. He didn't know, it's been at least ten years since he last visited his uncle at his home. "I actually don't know. My dad owns the property now, it's been empty for years, so I guess the willow's still there."
Tyler saw Sidney expression change in an instant. He knew by now, that this meant she had an idea.
"What is it? You want to go looking for an old tree?"
Her smile grew wider: "Oh, not only that! We're doing it live and when we find the tree, we set up there and you read your story to the audience under the very tree that inspired you. God, I love this idea." Tyler gritted his teeth, they'd never had done a livestream outside so far and it wasn't even safe to say the tree was still there.
"Sure, I ask my dad, if we can visit the property and if the tree is still standing. And I want to make poll on the next livestream tomorrow first."
Sidney nodded along to his words with a wicked smile. She loved scary things; this was one of the reasons he loved her. They had been friends since they met in first grade. In high school they started dating, just two weird kids who found each other. He also loved the coincidence, that his Sidney shared her name with the main character of one of his favorite scary movies. Sid always said, they were like Yin and Yang. He was calm and a bit quiet around new people, while she was a storm. Always full of energy and always up to something. Tyler had to admit, that her idea was great. She almost completely took over managing his social media and online presence; not that he would mind it, she was a lot better at this than him. He just wrote the stories and answered some questions on livestreams, while she would do all the work in the shadows to present him and his work in the best way possible. He never asked her to do anything, Sid just came up with ideas to improve his online presence and went to work. "It's my greatest pleasure, as your number one fan", she always said.
Making this happen would make Sid happy and Tyler knew it. Also, this would be a great nostalgia trip to one of his favorite places as a child. His dad was a little surprised about the sudden interest in the property, but he agreed to their plans. Though he also didn't know, if the willow was still standing, he assured him, that nothing was changed on the property in ten years with his knowledge.
Sidney was beaming when Tyler told her, that they could visit the property. She also decided, they should do a livestream about their plans this night, so Tyler could post a poll for the whole livestream nostalgia trip idea. It didn't take long for Tyler to realize, that they had to livestream the trip. An overwhelming majority wanted to see the willow, not to forget, that he never had so much views on any of his streams before. His story really interested people, so he felt some kind of obligation to give his audience what they want. To give Sidney, what she wanted.
A scary adventure trip to his past.
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Do you want to read more?
Masterlist † Daydreams and Nightmares Collection
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melonfairyghost · 2 years
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Okay actual finale time. 🙃 Time to die. (I mean me. But yes, also a character or two)
[Part 2 of Stranger Things 4 vol. 2 reaction post. First Post]
Hot. Damn.
That kiss. WAS SO!!!!! EARNED!!!!! WE EARNED THAT KISS OH MY GODDD YES. I actually cheered. I am so invested in Jopper. SO VERY INVESTED. THEY DESERVE TO MOVE OUT TO A RURAL FARM.
Eddie's smile knowing he and his guitar are going to be part of the most metal moment in history. :))))))) serotonin
Oh god. STEVE SHARING HIS BABY STORY. STEVE! STOP TALKING, DONT YOU SEE THE WRITERS ARE KILLING YOU?
EDDIE MY BELOVED THIS IS YOUR MOMENT
"Most. Metal. Everrrr!!!!" I have so much serotonin right now
HOLY SHIT IS THIS LEADING TO A CARRIE REFERENCE (it wasn't)
Oh fuckity fuck fuckshit Jason
Oh fuckitt fuckingdo the bats
Oh shitfuck the vines
Wow stranger things really did make some bank huh (special effects budget)
I'm going to strangle Netflix itself if Eddie does end up sacrificing himself so help me god. This is going to suck because it's so predictable. Just like they did with Samwise Gamgee.
Did she just say Crit-hit I love her so much. Erica is best girl.
That Jesus-on-the-cross imagery with Eleven sprawled on the stained glass window thooo
Omg wait, was this plot pre-planned. It's surprisingly fitting in like a puzzle. I wonder if they laid the groundwork to be flexible to work with anything as the series progressed or if they actually planned it to be Supervillain Big Boss Vecna/One/Henry all along.
Wow yall did a good job ACTUALLY making me suspend my belief that Max has plot armor.
Oh Ok. 🙃 aaand scheduling in that strangle ✍️📝
Oh. Max. MAX. MAX????? MAX!!!!!
I am dead inside.
Did all that seriously just uh fucking happen
WAOT A SECOND, TJATS ANNE WITH AN E
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Lastly~
my thoughts on the whole eddie bullshit 🙃
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