#i would have paid to watch them have tea and conversation is all i'm saying

[pyro-les]

It's a blessing and it's a curse part 3

Regina George x Reader

After dropping Gretchen and Karen off in town Regina goes to drive along the route Y/N walks home. They had already arranged for Y/N to quickly hop into her car discretely when she goes past, whe even took her mum's car so it wouldn't be easily recognised as hers if anyone saw.

Finally spotting Y/N's figure Regina slowly pulls up alongside her so she can quickly jump in the car before continuing to drive. "Hey baby." Regina says sweetly as Y/N gets in.

"Hi." Her girlfriend says, smiling softly. "How's your afternoon been?" She asks.

Regina sighs saying "Awful, I missed you." Y/N giggles saying that it had only been 3 hours since she last saw her. "Don't laugh, do you have any clue how hard it is putting up with stupid boys like Aaron all day when all I want to do is spend time with you?" Regina pouts.

"Well we've got all of tonight and tommorow morning, we can just order take out, watch a movie and cuddle." Y/N replies

Pulling into Y/N's driveway the couple head into the house holding hands with Regina leading the way, eager to finally have some proper alone time with her girlfriend. What they don't realise however, is that Damian had just got to the door of Cady's house only a few doors up and had seen a flash of blonde hair entering Y/N's house seemingly dragging her in behind them.

"That was weird." Damian says as he enters Cadys house to see her and Janis already sitting on the sofa happily chatting away.

"What was?" Cady asks.

"I just saw some blonde girl drag Y/N into a house down the road." Damian says kind of confused. "I didn't think she really hung out with anyone other than the drama kids at school, and well none of them have hair like that. Or are even that tall to be fair."

"That's weird. I mean I don't really see her around them in school much, let alone out of school. " Janis says equally as confused.

Cady, realising the girl Damian had seen must have been Regina tries to stop the conversation. "It's probably just someone from out of school, or a relative or something. I mean it doesn't really affect us. Can we just watch a film now?"

"That's a good point it could be a relative!" Janis exclaims. "Wait that's quite sad, if she doesn't have any friends. Maybe we should invite her over here." Janis proposes which Damian immediately agrees to.

"Um I'm not really sure if my mum would like that." Cady says earning looks of confusion from Damian and Janis. "I just mean that she only agreed to you two coming over. I guess I could ask when she gets home though." She adds on.

Back at Y/N's house Regina holds Y/N from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she puzzles her head into her neck. "What are you doing baby?" Y/N asks as she tries to make some tea however that is proving a bit difficult with Regina stopping her from being able to move around the Kitchen.

"I'm hugging you duh." Regina says confused why Y/N is asking about something so obvious. "Am I not allowed to love you?" She adds on with a pout.

"Of course you can, but you're making this kind of difficult. I can't get to the fridge." Y/N replies.

"Hmmm fine." Regina says moving to get the milk from the fridge for her girlfriend.

"Thank you" Y/N says with a smile as she takes it from Regina who gives her a light kiss on her cheek.

After they finished making their tea the couple headed to Y/N'S room to watch a movie. They had already been home over an hour watching a random show Regina chose although neither of them really paid much attention, opting to talk to each other instead. Just as they started to head up the stairs they heard a knock on the door.

Turning to Y/N quizzically Regina asks "who is that? Is it your mum?"

Y/N shakes her head "no, she's working a night shift today. And she has a key anyway, she wouldn't need to knock." She pauses for a moment wondering who it could be before adding on "it might be one of the neighbours, I think we got a parcel for one of them."

Taking Y/N'S mug from her Regina says "OK, I'll take these upstairs while you answer it then."

Heading back towards the door Y/N hears a few muffled voices from outside now even more confused on who it could be, who would need multiple people to pick up a parcel? "Hey, I've got your-" Y/N says as she opens the door before noticing who's there. "Oh, hi? What are you doing here?" She asks incredibly confused.

Janis smiles and says "we're watching a movie at Cady's house, do you want to join?"

Hesitating for a moment Y/N says "I'm really sorry I can't I've got, um, homework to do. Yeah homework, I really want to finish it before my mum gets home."

Damian and Janis glance at each other seeming to know something, but what? Y/N wonders if they realised she's bluffing. "Oh, OK well we just thought we would ask because you seem pretty cool and we don't really talk as much as we should." Damian says with a smile.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it, I'm just really busy tonight but I'd be down to hang out another day?" Y/N offers, genuinely happy they want to be her friends.

The pair nod and smile before Janis says "that's alright, see you at school next week?"

"Yeah, definitely. See you!" Y/N says with a smile as Janis and Damian turn to leave.

After Y/N closes the door, Damian asks, "Did she have a lipstick print on her cheek?"

"I think so"

Back inside her house Y/N hears Regina ask who was at the door as she heads up stairs she shouts "it was Janis and Damian." Reaching her bedroom door she sees her girlfriends confused face and adds on "they wanted me to go to Cady's house to watch a movie with them."

"That's weird. What did you say?" Regina asks as Y/N sits next to her on her bed.

"I told them I had alot of homework to do. They were fine with it but it's just really weird, I mean they're nice but we barely talk to each other and now they're suddenly inviting me to hang out with them." Y/N responds.

Regina just hums in agreement grabbing her cup of tea before saying "Anyway, what are we watching today?"

"I was thinking we could continue our Ghibli marathon?" Y/N says as she grabs the TV remote.

Leaning into her girlfriends side Regina responds "Yeah that sounds good."

"Good" Y/N says with a smile, "I still can't believe you hadn't watched any studio ghibli films before, not even Totoro."

"I only really watched whatever was considered cool, no one ever recommended it to me before you and everyone else I know thinks anime is really lame." Regina says a bit sadly.

"Honey, you shouldn't let other people's judgements effect what you like, if you're interested in something then watch it."

Regina nods before saying "I know but it's hard, I'm getting better at doing my own thing though. And I do really like the films now, I'm glad you recommended them to me."

Smiling Y/N says "and I'm very proud of you for that."

Finally finding what she was looking for Y/N smiles pressing play on the film and says to Regina "okay so now that we've gone through some of the most famous ones you can finally watch my favourite, When Marnie was there."

Even though she doesn't know what the film is Regina finds so much joy in seeing Y/N this excites about it and happily agrees to watch it saying that she's sure of her girlfriend like it this much then she will too.

And she was right, the two happily watched the film together as they lay in bed holding each other close occasionally talking about the plot with Y/N trying really hard not to ruin the ending and she just about managed to not spoil it. Instead she got to see Regina's reaction to who Marnie really was exclaiming that she thought they had a bit of a thing going on and it wouldn't work now causing Y/N to giggle before telling her her own original thoughts when she watched the film.

She also got an earfull when Regina started crying in parts of it exclaiming that she didn't tell her it was a sad film to which Y/N responded "Hey atleast it's not grave of the fireflies!" Leaving Regina confused and now scared for when they'll watch it.

After the movie the pair ordered pizza and watched a movie of Regina's choice however they spent alot less time watching the film and alot more time either talking or making out, neither of them half as interested as they had been in the previous film. Everything had been normal, the most weird thing being some strage noises ourside when they had been making out, otherthan that it was what the couple would call the perfect night at home. There was nothing more they could ask for than relaxing, watching movies, having good food and being together. Everything was perfect, as far as they knew.

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A/N:

Thanks again for reading I hope you enjoyed this (I think) slightly longer chapter, as always let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged on the next part. Also let me know if you have any ideas on what the strange noise outside was, I'd love to see if anyone got it right.

Also, please note this is not proofread so I apologise for any typos or grammatical errors, that being said if anyone wants to beta read to both help me and essentially get early reading access that would be greatly appreciated! :)

Thanks for reading!

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[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

haiii I was wondering if you could write a fic with nanami and a chubby reader with a big chest, I'm fine with anything so go wild with the fic :))

*sips tea* my first nanami request, giggles. All I could think when I read this was ceo!nanami with his pretty new assistant, so that's what I'm going with♡ it'll be a mix of fluff w/ nsfw bc why not? Hope you don't mind

Content: ceo!nanami. Chubby!reader. Sfw/nsfw. Mdni. Talk of titties, bj, slightly horny Nanami, smidge of jelly nanami, cum on tits.

Part two.

When Nanami first met you, he didn't really know what to think. A new assistant was a new assistant. They were all the same. He hadn't cared much for most of them. Now, that wasn't to say he was mean, but he treated it strictly professional. Like he should. Teaching them the ropes, giving detailed plans of what their tasks were. The usual. And for the most part, they'd done their job. Albeit slow, messy; he found himself cleaning up after them. Which ultimately led him to cut them loose. Earning a reputation as a strict boss who asks for too much.

But not you. You were diligent, punctual, tidy, kind.

After having you as his assistant for over a week, he could tell you were different. And he didn't have any plans on cutting you lose anytime soon. There was one problem, though. It seemed he had become... too, infatuated with how you did things. It was innocent at first. He found it cute how you'd chew the end of your pen when you concentrated hard on a document you were reading. Or how you'd always pass out coffees in the morning, unprompted, as you remembered everyone's coffee orders. How you reminded him, even though you didn't need to, that he needed to have dinner. You'd noticed he was staying late recently in the office and would always poke your head in. Brows furrowed but still a smile on your face. "Sir, don't forget to eat dinner! It's important to eat your meals." Nanami, of course, would always nod, giving you a curt thank you before secretly watching you leave. His heart thumps rather irregularly whenever you'd say those things.

Eventually, his thoughts began to...turn a lot less innocent. The first occurrence was when he saw you outside of work, a pure coincidence. You were in casual clothes. Showing a lot more skin than you would at the office. And your makeup was a lot less..subtle too. Nanami found that he liked it. A lot. "Oh, Sir! I didn't think I'd see you out in the open like this." You gave him a smile, and it was then he truly paid special attention to your plump lips. And soon, his gaze would wander. To the curve of your waist, the plush of your thighs. Your...assets, sitting particularly perky today. Or had they always been like that? Safe to say, he ended that conversation early with an excuse before you noticed the boner that made a surprise entrance.

And ever since that day. He's paid special attention, more than before, to every move you made. You chewing cutely on your pen? Turned into him thinking about your lips wrapped around him. Bringing him a coffee? Turned into his wandering eyes on your ass as you left his office. And anytime you'd poke your cute face in, reminding him to eat. He had to force himself not to ask if you'd care to share a meal. One where, preferably at the end, you'd be his dessert.

With his head in his hands, Nanami sighed. What was he supposed to do about this peculiar situation.

A knock came to the door. "Enter," he said, sounding exasperated. And of course, your cute self just had to waltz in here. Your curves especially on display today with your outfit. Someone take him out.

"Sir? Are you alright? I've been calling you for the past five minutes. You have a call on line one. Should I tell them to call back?" The worry on your face made him feel guilty. Guilty for all the definitely not safe for work thoughts he had and were currently having about you. "I'm fine. Stress comes with the territory." A lie. Somewhat. You pouted your lips-fuck.

"You know what helps me? A shoulder massage. I could give you one!" His mind immediately sent alarm bells. Telling him to say no, to decline. Yet still, he found himself saying, "If you're offering." You smiled wide, coming around behind him. Setting your notepad on his desk before cracking your fingers, and soon they were on his shoulders. Digging into his tensed muscles with astute precision. God, it felt good. Too good, he reminded himself. He shouldn't be letting you do this yet he couldn't find it in himself to ask you to stop. That was until you did, unprompted, with a clearing of your throat.

"Um, Sir?" You questioned and he was confused. Until he finally tuned back into his senses and that's when he felt it. The heavy weight of his dick between his legs. Hard and leaking, simply from your lithe fingers working at his muscles. He stood up immediately, running a hand down his face. "I'm sorry, this is totally-"

"I can help with that, too." He heard you say, making him blink. And before he could question you further, he watched you drop to your knees. Fumbling with his belt and buttons before slipping him out of his slacks. What was happening? He should stop this. This wasn't appropriate. But he didn't. Instead, he laced his fingers in your hair, helping guide you onto his length. Eyes hazed with lust when he looked down at you, your pretty lips wrapped so sweetly around him. How your tits would bounce with the movement of your head, really driving the urge to slot himself in between in his head. But that could come later. Later? He wouldn't-he couldn't.

Nanami swore, feeling you suck him with expertise. He wondered how many times you've done this. How often. And for some reason, jealously, slowly creeped into his veins. He had no right to be jealous, thinking of how many cocks you've had in your mouth before him, but it did. And it lead him to fucking your mouth roughly. Making a true mess of your mouth before he pulled out, stroking with persistence as he came all over your breasts. Marking you, in a weird way.

And he was going to apologize. His brain fog slowly fading but when you smiled at him. Seemingly happy with what had occurred, he snapped his mouth shut. Tucking himself back into his pants and offering you some tissues. "Thank you," you said. Cleaning off his seed, tossing it into the trash before standing up.

"Let me know if you ever need help relaxing again, Sir." And you said nothing more as he watched you leave.

He was fucked.

A/N: low key kinda wanna make a pt 2 for this. Thoughts?

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[jpitha]

Between the Black and Gray 7

First / Previous / Next

As Gord approached the social club he stopped and peered at the sign above the door. Shaking his head and smiling, he pushed open the door and stepped in, with Fen and Ma-ren right behind.

"Club's closed, human." The bouncer was fully awake now.

"Name's Gord. Fen and Ma-ren here said that Tam'itarr wanted to meet me."

"Oh, you're Gord?" The bouncer looked Gord up and down. "Don't see how you got one over on little Tam, but fine. Fen and Ma-ren will show you the way." He stood to his full height and flipped the flap of his jacket open, revealing a wicked curved knife. "Be nice, get me?"

Gord raised an eyebrow. "I'm always nice, friend, but I'll take heed your recommendation." He looked back at Fen and Ma-ren. "Lead the way."

As Fen and Ma-ren led Gord to the back his head was on a swivel, taking in everything. There were more people here now than earlier, and nobody hid their curiosity at the new human walking by. News about Tam's failed shakedown had reached just about everyone here and they all wanted to see who they were dealing with.

Tam'itarr was still at his booth, though Tam was gone and there were two guards to the side now who Ma-ren and Fen didn't know. Tam'itarr stood and his mouthparts grinned. "This must be Gord. I am incredibly pleased to meet you." He looked over at Fen and Ma-ren. "I am also pleased that you took care of my request so quickly. I do not forget my friends." He gestured at the booth. "Please, sit! I'll have some refreshments brought. Have you eaten? I can have food sent over if you'd like."

Gord sat, and slid down making room for Fen and Ma-ren. "No thank you, I'm not hungry."

Fen was hungry, but decided that taking Tam'itarr's hospitality twice in one day was too much. Ma-ren also politely declined a meal. The same Tylan bartender from before did bring out a pot of tea and four cups.

Gord took a cup and savored the sip. "It's been forever since I've had a good chamomile. Thank you, Tam'itarr."

"The pleasure is all mine Gord."

Gord sat back. "Now then, Fen and Ma-ren said you had some questions for me? If it's about your son, I have to say that if he had tried for less than one hundred stars, I would have paid up. It was just too much to be hitting up human refugees for straight off the ship. Even if I thought it was a fair amount to pay to smooth my entry, I didn't have that kind of cash."

Tam'itarr held up a hand to halt the conversation. "Say no more about that Gord, I've already spoken to my son about it. You know how it is. Youth is full of vigor and excitement and trying to prove themselves. I have informed him that he shall shake down no more humans who come aboard my station."

Gord raised his eyebrow at 'my station' but said nothing.

"Now then, my friends state that soon after you arrived, you went right for the old human ship Spyglass, and spent more than a day aboard her with Fen and Ma-ren. May I ask what were you doing on the old wreck?" Tam'itarr sat back, watching Gord carefully.

Fen glanced at Ma-ren. Calling Spyglass a wreck simply had to be on purpose to try and get a rise out of Gord. He's never called it that around them.

Gord took another sip of tea. "I was interested in the old Starjumper. There are hardly any left, and I was curious about what condition it was in. Fen and Ma-ren showed me that most of... it's reactors were gone and there were only two left in poor condition. I did manage to cobble a mostly working one out of what was around, but it was really only for lights and heat. Without reactors Spyglass will never move again."

Tam'itarr tried to look disinterested, but Ma-ren noticed his mouthparts twitch. "Oh? I did not know that Spyglass moving under it's own power again was even a possibility. As far as I know, it barely survived the trip here, and has been still ever since. I know it's been a fixture of the docks before I was even born."

Gord shrugged. "Starjumpers are rugged old ships. They're designed to last. There's no reason that... it-" Tam'itarr didn't notice the pause when Gord called Spyglass it, but Fen did "-won't move again if we can install some reactors. It was originally outfitted with six, but only two remain, and of those two only one was really in any state to operate.

Despite himself, Tam'itarr blinked. "Six? So many. Why would a ship need such power."

Gord put his cup down and leaned forward. "Human ships are always overpowered Tam'itarr, your people should know that. Most Starjumpers had between four and eight reactors. It would depend on the needs and history. Spyglass is on the high side of average, that's all." He looked to the side dramatically, making a play of searching for people listening in. "You know Tam'itarr. She can be fixed. Imagine what you could do with a human Starjumper at your call. I remember the war. Ask your parent's parents about Starjumpers. Ask the Xenni."

Tam'itarr leaned in, meeting Gord's stare. "I'm grasping what you're handing out, Gord. I also see what you're playing at." Tam'itarr's mouthparts grinned. "I'm not insulted. On the contrary, I'm pleased you came to me with this plan. What would you need - theoretically - if you wanted to get Spyglass up and running."

Gord sat back and took a sip of tea. "Ideally, I'd need 4 human reactors." Gord held up his hand as soon as he saw Tam'itarr frown. "I know that's not happening, don't worry. I need another reactor - of almost any type - and I need about 10 kilotons of universal printing mass." Gord glanced at Ma-ren. "Actually, a K'laxi reactor would be ideal. They operate similarly to ours and I know for a fact they can be run at a higher than rated power. Once I have the additional reactor, I can use that, plus the one I repaired and the printable mass to repair the other human reactor, and build three more. It'll take a month or two to construct it, but Spyglass has everything in her database, and her printers are operable."

Vel walked over, bent low, and whispered something to Tam'itarr. He put up a large hand to send him away, thought a moment and lowered it. Vel continued whispering.

Tam'itarr grinned and clapped Vel on his back. Vel staggered at the hit, but his ears flicked and he smiled. "Vel here says he knows of a K'laxi onboard who may have an extra reactor he would be wiling to part with."

Gord raised an eyebrow, "Willing?"

Vel shrugged. "He owes Tam'itarr a pile of Stars after losing big betting against Olimar in the arena. He might be willing to part with his ships reactor the square the debt."

"And the printable mass?"

Tam'itarr glanced down at a pad on the table. "That might be harder to procure - though not impossible."

Gord drained his tea. "Tam'itarr, I've worked with people... in your profession before. I know you don't do anything for free. What is all this 'help' going to cost me?"

Vel and the other guards looked at each other and then at Gord.

"I'm pleased to work with someone with such a thorough understanding of... business." Tam'itarr leaned back and clicked his claws together. Another Gren appeared with a pad. Tam'itarr took it, read it over and passed it to Gord.

"What's this?"

"Standard contract. I'll get you a reactor and the printable mass, in exchange for use of Spyglass for my own business. When Spyglass is being used for my business I - or my representatives - are in command fully."

Gord read the contract, his finger sliding up and down as he read. "This doesn't limit the number of times you can use Spyglass." He looked up at Tam'itarr. "4 missions."

"Ten."

"Six."

"Eight"

"I accept. You will have use of Spyglass for eight missions with you or your representative in command." Gord touched the corner of the pad, signing the contract.

Tam'itarr stood and threw his arms wide. "Wonderful. We have an accord." He got out from behind the booth. "If you'll excuse me, I have some calls to make. Please, feel at home in my social club. You may avail yourself of anything here, my treat." He inclined his head slightly and through a door into the back.

Gord stood and looked at Ma-ren and Fen. "We should be going too. I have things to do before parts start arriving." They rose as well.

"Ah, that's too bad." Tam'itarr frowned. "No matter. You three are welcome here anytime. It's been a pleasure."

"The pleasure it all mine, Tam'itarr." Gord smiled and the three of them walked out of the club.

Ma-ren waited until they were back it the lift before saying anything. "Gord. You know Tam'itarr is going to try and to screw you right?"

Gord chuckled. "I'm pleased to hear people still say that. Ma-ren you have no idea how old that phrase is. But yes, Like I told him, I've dealt with gangsters before." He sighed. "There's no crime like organized crime."

"So you're just going to let him use Spyglass for whatever thing he needs eight times?"

Gord shrugged. "For now? Yes. There's no sense in making enemies before you need to, especially when those enemies have parts and pieces you need. We're going to be all buddy buddy and friendly with Tam'itarr and his goons until the reactor and printable mass is aboard. Then, we have a few months to figure out what to do before Spyglass is ready anyway." He looked over at them. "Thanks by the way. You two didn't have to help me out at all, and yet here we are. You helped me when I first got here, and you have been giving me a hand all across the station. As far as I'm concerned, you don't need to be involved anymore, and are free to do whatever." He smiled. "Truly, thanks. You've reminded me why after all this, I still like humans and K'laxi - especially when they're working together."

Fen blinked. Were they being dismissed? "Can we still help out?"

Ma-ren's head snapped over to Fen. "Hon, maybe we should-"

Gord shrugged. "If you want to, sure. What were you looking to do?"

"Can we go with you?"

"What?" Ma-ren's ears flattened. "Fen, really, we need to tal-"

Gord looked at Fen and raised his eyebrows. "You want to leave? Don't you have family here?"

Fen shook her head. "I don't. My only family here is Ma-ren."

"I mean, It's not like Spyglass is short on space, and it would be handy to have another couple sets of hands."

Ma-ren was sputtering, "Fen, I."

Fen smiled "We're useful to have around Gord, I'm sure we can help you."

"Fen, I don't want to leave!" Ma-ren was panting and she had her fists balled.

The lift chimed and the doors opened. Ma-ren stomped out and started running.

"Ma! Wait!" Fen took off after her, then stopped after two steps and turned towards Gord. He gestured towards Ma-ren.

"I'm not going anywhere for months. Go talk to Ma-ren."

Fen took off down the hall.

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[tanith-rhea]

ello!!!! may I request some sort of coffee shop au with Miranda and female reader? Either we work there and she's the customer who always brightens our day, or we just continue to run into (not necessarily literally, but also what is some spilled coffee if we get Miranda in exchange?) each other all the time? It's really up to you, I'm just asking for some cozy coffee romance :) <3 tysmmm!

Coffee, tea, or could I offer you me?

Working at a coffee shop wasn’t nearly as quaint and romantic as the books you’d read while growing up described. However, instead of accepting the dull reality and focusing on working to pay for college, you decided to make a difference, and be the cupid of the establishment. If you couldn’t live your coffee shop romance, you would help other people do so. That was before you witnessed the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen get stood up by her date.

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As the cupid of the Rainbow Roast Café, your life mission was to provide ordinary people with the ristretto-like love experience of their life. Or at least give clients a funny story to tell their grandchildren one day.

Your co-worker Maggy had even a bet going on that you would pair off at least one more duo or group of individuals until the end of the month, to which Dave — your other co-worker — betted against, saying you had already struck twice this month and it was virtually impossible for you to get another success in just ten days.

You didn’t see it as a competition though. It was the closest you thought you could get to experiencing a coffee shop romance. Patrons who flirted with you often acted like creeps and it was very rare for one of them to be a woman. So, you decided that giving other people the chance at a nice and soft meet cute and possible love story was your best shot.

At first, you thought it would be a horrible breach of boundaries to tell a client that you saw someone eyeing them from the other side of the café, so you kept your cool and inwardly itched watching people nurturing crushes and not telling the other person about it. Until the day of your breaking point.

There was this girl that always came at eight-twenty and ordered a white chocolate mocha. She had a favourite table by the windows to the side and near the back, and she sat there every day without fail to people-watch and write in a journal-like notebook. That was until a month in on your job, another person arrived at eight and ordered a simple iced and bee-lined to the very table.

When the girl got her order that morning, she was stuck for a bit, watching the intruder of her sacred spot. You thought she felt pestered at having to choose another seat, but over the next few days it kept happening, and the looks she shot at the brooding figure at her table started to appear more like pining than cursing.

You, being nosy and lacking several social filters, approached her on a slow day with the biggest double chocolate chip cookie you could find and tried to strike up a conversation. She turned out to be just as nice as you thought she was, and two days later you finally asked if she liked the mysterious customer at her former table. She timidly admitted to having a crush and asked you to keep quiet about it. The next day you wrote into their cup about the cute girl in a cardigan and how she thought they looked cool.

Lysa and Rae are still customers, but they sit at the same table for four months now.

The following ones were easier. You would write in a piece that customer x told you they liked customer y and see where things went. You always befriended the customer first and then offered to help, and when they said yes you felt over-the-roof-happy. You were always social, but you never thought you’d have such an enormous amount of friends, all of whom were dating while you were still painfully single. It was nice though.

Everything was going great that particular day at the café. Andre had paid a visit to get Mina her usual smoked latte before class and invited you to a movie night at the weekend in her dorm. You had bonded with Mina through your shared guilty pleasure of watching cheesy love triangle dramas when you were sad, and her taste in movies was as close to yours as that of a soul buddy. You wished you had attended uni with them, it would have been so much fun.

But, however good the day was, there was still time for that to change. An hour before the end of your shift, a stupefying figure entered the coffee shop. A woman, so tall she could reach the 8’3 door head if she raised her hand, walked in and settled at one of the front window seats. Judging by her slightly nervous aura, you assumed she was waiting for a date.

There wasn’t much movement that time in the afternoon. Most people were working and the few customers around already had their orders, so you decided to go ask the recent arrival if she wanted something while she waited.

Getting closer, you noticed her whitish-blond hair looked very soft, as did her milky skin and overall presence. If it wasn’t for her height, you could say she would look very plain or unremarkable. A white woman, with blond hair and average proportions. That was before you rounded a table and saw her closer from the front. She had a very remarkable face. It was a combination of gentle eyebrows, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that somehow managed to not be threatening but disarmingly inviting.

“Excuse me,” you cleared your throat, hoping you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt, “Would you like to order?”

When she looked up from her phone, bright pools of arctic blue glued you to where you stood. If you walked, you were quite sure your legs would give out. She was nothing but exquisite, and suddenly you wished she was waiting for you, and that just this once you were the protagonist of the story.

“I’m sorry?” she prompted, and her voice, for everything that is good in the world, her voice sent chills through your skin even though it was an unusually hot autumn day.

“I just asked if you would like to order something.” You took out your notepad for something to look at other than the gorgeous stranger. “I can bring you something while you wait for…” it was quite shameless, but of course, you were fishing for information, “whatever you are waiting for,” you hoped she wouldn’t feel offended by your less-than-professional approach.

“I’m just waiting for a friend.” She gave you a small, timid smile, and gazed at the table, confirming she very much wasn’t waiting for a friend. “He won’t take long, so I’ll order when he arrives.”

You only nodded, instantaneously slaughtered of all hope and happiness at the kind dismissal. You returned to your place behind the counter and started cleaning already clean coffee machines and the spotless counter.

She was waiting for a he. Of course, that didn’t mean she was straight, and she was so beautiful you’d feel personally attacked if she was. Maggy noticed your state and tsked from the kitchen door.

“What is it? Someone didn’t want to chat?” you usually felt disappointed when some people gave you hints they wanted to be left alone. You wouldn’t annoy a customer for the life of you, but it did make you pout.

When she approached the counter to look at you, however, her eyebrow arched, and a smug smirk twisted her face.

“Ooh, am I seeing a rejected puppy?” her pretentious tone made your lips twitch. She was teasing you, but you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of making you laugh.

"Not rejected. You know I don't flirt with clients, it's creepy enough when they do it to me."

"Oh, so what would you call it then? Friendly banter?" you snorted ungracefully. It was true you were comfortable with teasing, flirting and sometimes even catcalling your friends. What could you say? You loved embarrassing and complimenting them, it was just the perfect means.

"Yes, friendly banter. Not everyone is smoking hot like you to be able to flirt and be taken seriously, you know," you arched an eyebrow and she threw a napkin at you.

"You're impossible!" she kissed you on the cheek before returning to the kitchen for more goods.

Half an hour had passed and the woman's date still hadn't arrived. You pondered going back there and offering something again, but you imagined she'd feel uncomfortable with you noticing she was possibly being stood up. Your bones hurt with the want to go strike up a conversation and distract her from the douchebag that was making her wait, but at the same time, your heart raced in panic at the thought of talking to her.

It was some time since you'd had a crush on a person. Even being a hopeless romantic, you didn't have many opportunities to find anyone attractive in your day-to-day life. You lived close to the campus, so taking the subway to work wasn't necessary. You spent your day at the coffee shop and it always felt like breaching an unspoken rule to fancy a client (even though you admitted some were very aesthetically pleasing), and all your friends were spoken for and their friends were usually on college so a few years younger and that didn't do it for you. So it was very curious to finally feel it again, and for a client to make matters worse.

"Ok, stop ogling her, you'll bore a hole on her neck like this" Maggy mused, bringing the rest of the pastries.

You let out a defeated breath. "You're right, I have work to do and no time for this kind of thing."

"Woah there, you seem to have thought a lot of things in the five minutes it took me to get back, huh?"

You did, and she might not have the knowledge of what went on in your head, but you knew she understood your conclusion. How did she come to know you so well was beyond you, but you guessed five months of friendship and almost uninterrupted proximity did that.

"You know it's not for me." You shrugged and noting she was about to object you excused yourself saying you'd get more excelsa beans.

When your shift was close to end, the woman was still there. She wasn't waiting anymore, you noticed. She was idly taking notes on a small pad and listening to music. She didn't look too affected by the guy not showing up. Maybe she suspected it would happen, or it wasn't the first time, you didn't know but her nonchalance about it made your chest tighten.

Before you could change your mind, you chose one of the biggest triple chocolate ganache palm-sized cookies from the display case and prepared an iced vanilla latte to go. You put the two in a paper tray and fake-power-walked to her, willing yourself to feel the smallest amount of confidence. You were the chatty one of the group, why was it so difficult to act normal with her too?

"Hey, hello..." great start, "Ahem, my shift is almost ending and since I couldn't help you earlier with your order I thought I would bring this to you." You smiled and were almost sure you did ok.

Until she looked up from her notepad with shimmery eyes, and your smile fell. She had not been so nonchalant then.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do I have to order to stay here?" she seemed confused while looking between you and the tray you placed in front of her.

"No! No, I just thought you'd like something sweet," you were nervous like you haven't been for a long time, "I don't know... you just seemed like the type..."

"That likes sweets?" her small voice made sent shivers through your arms, she sounded so fragile, looking at your offer with something akin to wonder.

"Yes. Sorry. When you work here for a while you pick up on these things. If you don't though, I can take it back-"

"No!" she interrupted you, briskly circling a hand to your pulse when you made it to take the tray away and looked at you with a bewildered expression. "Sorry! I do like sweets." She let you go as rapidly as she touched you, chest flaring red, she avoided your eyes and cleared her throat. "Thank you, it is very nice of you," with that, she smiled, almost beamed, and you could only nod and get the hell away from her as fast as you could.

While desperately changing into your own clothes, you jumped at the sound of Dave entering the locker room.

"Shit, sorry!" he exclaimed, looking at you from head to toe. He was a quieter friend, but very perceptive, "So Maggy wasn't joking," he smiled.

"Please, not you too."

He laughed, "I won't tease you for being human. Everyone has a crush from time to time."

"Shut up! I don't have a crush." You finished tying your shoe. "And even if I do, she's probably straight or has a boyfriend."

"So you thought about it."

"SHUT UP!" you couldn't help but laugh and as you closed the back door to the alley you heard him laughing too.

You didn't pay too much mind to your thoughts of the beautiful stranger in the following days. She would likely never go back to the shop and if she did it would take a while and your attraction would have died down.

When she came not three days after, you cursed and ran to the kitchen.

"What are you doing, we need you outside," Maggy furrowed her brow softly.

"Could you please go there for a few minutes? I can finish icing," you pleaded, already taking the bag from her hand; she gave you a strange look but said fine.

Not a moment after she entered the kitchen again with a pleased smile. "Y/n you insufferably adorable idiot, go back out there and serve your customer!" she pointed at the door, and you made a show of slumping your shoulders and pouting while you made your way out front.

The woman was at the counter, she had a light frown, as if a bit confused with something, and startled when you said, "Good morning, how may I serve you?" in your best impression of a customer-service-friendly tone.

"Oh! Hi," she beamed at you, "Nice seeing you again!" Fuck she was gorgeous, "I would like the drink you gave me the other time, I really liked it."

You didn't know if the swell of pride in your ribcage was for being such a kick-ass barista or because of the happiness on her face from your accurate assumption.

"Coming right up!" you started making her drink, pleased with yourself, "Will you want anything to eat, as well?"

"No, if I do my co-workers will want it too," she chuckled and you got a to-go cup. When you handed it to her, she looked puzzled. "How did you know...?"

"The time," you filled in when she didn't elaborate, "Lots of people come before work and the ones that stay are usually students."

She hummed, eyebrows going up with a soft smile, "What about elders?" she handed you payment, exact change with an extra A$2,00 coin. Hot and a good tipper? This woman has no shame.

"We have only one couple and they come a bit later in the day," you smiled, accepting the money.

"Well, thank you then," she awkwardly lifted the cup and gave you one last, sheepish smile, before leaving.

You were so very screwed.

She kept coming. Day after day, she came in at the same hour and asked for the same drink. You offered some variations a few times, but she always went back to the first you made her. You stopped pretending you weren't smug for getting it so right.

Today was raining softly, autumn was settling in finally and cold afternoons were now a guarantee rather than a wish. You heard the doorbell and looked up to see Mina skipping to the counter with a scarf-hidden smile. Her nose was rosy as well as her cheeks which turned her eyes into thin joyful lines.

"Hey, lover! I missed you this weekend." She fake-pouted and you began making her usual.

"Sorry, I worked Dave's shift on Saturday and forgot to let you know."

"It's fine, but only if you go to the next one. If you don't, I'll stop being your friend!" she joked, sitting on one of the stools to watch you make her drink.

"Ok, dear 8-year-old cousin," she laughed and you changed topics to what movies they watched and how you regretted losing Toni's shock-filled eyes at New Moon's 'hot vampire royalty' as Mina said he put it. For someone who said they hated Twilight, you were happy for their growth.

After some more gossip, Mina grabbed her coffee and fled to class with a kiss on your cheek.

It was past mid-afternoon; your shift was slowly nearing its end and you were grateful for bringing an umbrella. It would probably be still raining when you got out.

When she walked through the door half an hour later, though, you wished you had more time. Her hair was a bit damp, and she had a sports jacket on. Maybe she left work around that hour because it was close to the one, she came to the shop the first time.

Try not to be a stalker, you weirdo, you thought to yourself while she approached.

"Hello there," she had her usual easy smile on. So beautiful.

"Hey, what will it be?" you could almost act normal now, the result of prolonged exposure, you assumed.

"You know," she shrugged, leaning on the counter lazily.

You started preparing her drink with a small smile and Maggy shook her head at you, rolling her eyes dramatically before leaving for the kitchen. She had nothing to do in there anymore.

"Tough day at work?"

"Oh, the usual. Paperwork mostly, it's been a while since there's been any excitement." She shrugged, but soon fixed her posture and shook her head frowning. "Not that I want anything to happen. If paperwork is the price, it's fine by me."

Curious comment. You didn't know what she did, you realized you didn't even know her name. You fantasized about leaning over the counter and kissing her silly but could not say who she was. How could it be that through an entire week, you hadn't even caught her name; usually it took you one conversation and the next you would set her up with someone from the shop. Of course, you weren't inclined to do that with her particularly, because of reasons.... but it was rather odd.

"Sorry, I don't think I ever asked your name," you turned to place her order on the counter, not on a to-go cup this time.

"Oh my god, that's true! I only know yours from your tag, it never crossed my mind I didn't have mine on!"

So her work requires wearing tags... Fuck, I'm a creep.

"I'm Miranda." She extended her hand for you to shake, it was just as soft as it looked. You imagined what being caressed by it would feel like... or a massage... or other things.

Shaking your head, you leaned to kiss her hand, rather than shake it. Out of your control, really. You simply could not lose the opportunity.

She looked to the floor, biting her smile. You could not see the red in her chest this time, but her ears were blazing.

"I'll just-" she took the cup, looking at you and rapidly away again, "Thank you. I'll go sit now." You only nodded, amused and slightly euphoric but trying to keep it down, as you saw her go.

She sat on one of the front window tables, leaning on her elbow and pointedly looking at the rain.

Two days passed after that. It was almost the end of the month, and you didn't even find another potential couple to help. You were too busy daydreaming on the job to pay attention to the customers. Maggy would lose her bet, the poor baby.

It was the middle of your shift, so it took you by surprise when you saw the blond owner of your thoughts walking in.

“Hey!” Miranda approached the counter, her smile making quick work of warming your whole being. She was the best part of your day no matter what happened. You thought seeing her smile at you was worth more than winning the lottery. You could live without the money any day.

“Hello, there,” you smiled back, with your usual cheekiness. “Your usual, I presume?” You were almost beginning her latte when she interrupted you.

“No! No, today I’ll be having a cold brew and an espresso. Robin needs her caffeine.” At that, she pointed at a brunette walking slowly in. She looked waspish and you could easily believe she was one of those people who were very grumpy before their first cup of coffee. “I’m her partner,” she leant over the counter and whispered to you like it was an exciting secret. She looked so proud you felt nauseous.

So she had a partner; a week after being stood up. It was understandable, she was a smoke show, funny and adorable all at once. How could she not have a mile-long line of people waiting for a chance? It still disappointed you that you weren’t the choice.

“Do you want me to grind?” you asked, absentmindedly leaning down to search for the good beans. At the silence, you turned to see her. She was turning red very fast, then you realised what you said and almost dropped the bean’s package on the floor, “The beans! Do you want me to grind the beans? You know… so the shots are nice and fresh.” Jesus, good one.

“Yes…” she gazed at the floor for a second and shook her head before looking back at you. “Sorry, I was just distracted… by stuff…" she pressed her lips in a thin line and looked in any other direction than yours. “I’ll just- I’ll just sit there.”

And off she was.

“Could you be less of a flirt? Not everyone can pull girls like a magnet and it’s offensive,” your co-worker’s voice woke you from your trance. Maggy was coming with a tray of fresh cakes.

“Shut up… it was her.” You tried to recompose yourself, your week’s worth of daydreams turning sour as you saw her walk to the back table where her “partner” was. Miranda liked the front window, why did that woman seat in the only corner with no view of the street and the farthest possible from the door?

“Ooh, so you’re finally admitting it.” She began to arrange the sweets in flower-like patterns on the display case, still smiling to herself.

“You only listened to my screw-up. She has a girlfriend,” you didn’t mean to sound so snippy, but you felt angry tears forming in your eyes and couldn’t stop tapping your left foot faster and faster.

Maggy noticed it in your tense posture and tight face, and before you knew it she was shoving you into the kitchen and asking Dave to cover outside.

Incredible. Just magnificent. She had a girlfriend, because of course she did, and you foolishly invested time and hope planning to ask her out and imagining all the stupid little dates you wanted to take her to and all the stupid little things you would do to make her smile. Great.

“Hey, come here…” Mag’s voice was no more than a whisper, bringing you to her chest while you very pointedly didn’t cry.

Your chest was rising and falling erratically with your half-swallowed sobs and your face hurt from all the muscles you strained to keep from letting it all out.

Maggy knew you wouldn’t cry. You were too stubborn for that, too chagrined with yourself to allow release. After less than a minute, you pushed yourself out of her arms, face sullen and voice hoarse.

“They ordered a cold brew and an expresso. I feel suddenly sick, can I go home?” you didn’t feel sick, she knew it too, but she only said:

“Yeah… yeah, I’ll cover for you.”

You nodded, never meeting her eyes, perpetually looking at the ground as you walked to the staff changing rooms and then home.

While walking home that afternoon, you caught the rain. You’d seen the weather report, but you left in such a hurry that you forgot your umbrella and didn't feel like going back to get it.

You got actually sick. The next morning you woke up sweating, feeling every muscle in your body hurting. It was nine, so you were already late. You called your boss to tell him you had a fever and he said Mag had already told him you didn’t feel very well the day before. He gave you the weekend off and ended with a kind “get better soon”; he was a nice boss.

You spent said weekend in bed. When you felt less horrible you took a shower and changed the sheets, prepared some soup and ate on the sofa while watching the news.

Apparently, there was a gang targeting young girls from the university near the Rainbow. All the police could tell at the moment was that they were being abducted after hours when leaving the campus for a night out. What they did to them after was a mystery you felt like throwing up just thinking about. You texted Mina to know if the group was safe; they were, but also very scared.

“The police detective in charge of the case, Robin Griffin, couldn’t disclose any more information,” the anchor’s voice sounded while a picture of a sulking brunette appeared on your screen.

It was her: Miranda’s partner. A police detective of all things.

Of course, Miranda would date some mysterious, grumpy detective that fought for the innocent and had a secret soft side she never showed anyone except for Miranda. It was the perfect ray of sunshine/rainy cloud couple half of the young adult fantasies had.

You wondered what Miranda did for work. You shouldn't be thinking about her, but you couldn't help it. All you knew was that she used a tag, and that didn't reduce your options all that much. You had to get her out of your brain.

After finishing eating and taking another shower, you went to bed early to get some healthy twelve hours of sleep before returning to work. With any luck, Miranda wouldn't come so soon.

You weren't very lucky, as proven by the relationship status of the person you madly wanted.

Miranda came again the next morning, accompanied by her detective girlfriend, Robin Griffin.

"Morning!" she was cherry as all the other times she greeted you but now it caused you physical pain to see her smile and attribute her happiness to the sulking jackass at the back booth.

Maybe you were being too harsh if Miranda was dating the woman she had probably a reason but you chose to ignore it as an outlet for all your negative thoughts and feelings.

"Good morning, how may I serve you today?" you said in a practised monotone, customer smile on your face.

A little line formed between her eyebrows and your fingers itched to smooth it away.

"Hum, I'll accept a suggestion today." she observed herself drum her fingers on the counter, "And Robin wants a cold brew again."

You nodded, starting with a white chocolate mocha and ignoring the figure leaning her weight on the counter.

"You can grind-" you heard her start and stop for a few seconds, "the beans for Robin's, she never commented on coffee before but last time you made it she said it was really good."

"Last time I made it?" you cursed your curiosity, "Someone else made you two coffee?"

Technically, the only time you made coffee for them you only started the grinder and fled, so Maggy was the one to finish it.

"Yeah... we came on Saturday to straighten some things. I like the atmosphere here and Robin didn't mind coming again."

Straighten some things? Were they having fights? None of your business in any case but... were they? You only hummed in response.

You placed her drink on the counter and started the second. Noticing you wouldn't start talking again, Miranda cleared her throat and looked to the side. Why couldn't she look you in the face today? It was normal for her to blush and avert her eyes sometimes when you talked but she seemed incapable of keeping eye contact for five seconds today.

"I like your shirt," she commented, out of nowhere.

"It's my uniform? But thanks?" what in the seven hells?

You finished the second drink and thanked whoever listening for her silent departure. Her awkward nod still made your chest constrict though.

This time there was no Maggy to witness your suffering, instead, it was Dave who was bringing the new arrivals and decided to lean against the door and watch.

"Shut up," you breathed as soon as you saw his smirk.

"I didn't say anything."

"But you were thinking."

"Oh, come on, she was obviously flirting with you!" you hated that you agreed with him, it felt like flirting — hesitant and weird but flirting.

"Her girlfriend is sitting right there, she was not flirting with me just five meters away from her," if you said it out loud one more time maybe you could convince yourself.

"Well, or she's very clueless, or devilishly smart." He shrugged and started putting away some gourmet-looking packages underneath the counter.

Later that day you were still thinking of Miranda's strange behaviour. Dave wasn't one for gossip, but this time he opted to completely ignore that and conspire with Maggy about what were Miranda's intentions with you, quite loudly, just a few feet away. They were insufferable sometimes.

After a few hours of little giggles and middle school singsongs, you mistrusted the sudden silence. Dave, oddly enough, was cleaning the expresso machine serenely while Mag was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did Maggy go?" you asked, walking to the kitchen door and peering through the circle window. She was on her back having a phone call.

"Her boyfriend called, don't know what's about but she looked strange when she came in."

A few moments after, Maggy slowly opened the door and peeked from it, "Y/n, can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked, an uncertain tinge in her voice.

"Sure..." you followed her in.

Once inside, you heard her let out a long breath, "Ok, so I know I only covered for you days ago and that it sounds opportunistic as shit, but could you cover the end shift for me? Markus had an accident playing basketball and needs me to get him at the hospital" her tortured face was the cherry on top of your hellish day.

"Of course, I'll cover for you! What happened?"

"He fractured his ankle, that's why I need to get him; he probably won't be able to walk around the house very well too."

"You're fine, go get him. I don't have anything better to do anyway, bug." You kissed her cheek and rushed her into the staff rooms.

Closing wasn't so bad. Today was raining again but you had your umbrella and wouldn't forget it this time. After swiping the floor and checking the kitchen for stoves on and the like, you closed everything and went home.

Every day it got darker and darker around this time. You didn't notice before because you usually were at home, but now you wished you had charged your phone for some extra light. The rain was thick, and you couldn't even hear your steps. The umbrella didn't do much to shield your legs, which were drenched up to the knees.

After a few blocks, the streetlights got dimmer, the shops and public spaces being substituted by tall apartment buildings. You decided to hurry a bit and ignore the shiver on the back of your neck; soon you would reach home.

Well, not really. You felt before you saw the group of four people nearing you. When you thought of sprinting, one of them caught up to you and held you back with strong arms around your middle and one hand covering your mouth. You trashed, trying to free yourself, but they only shushed you sounding amused. The other three joined and they led you to one of the corridors between brick buildings. You couldn't see a thing, only feel rough fingers in your face and the prickly feeling of days-old facial hair on your ear as a hoarse voice breathed on your ear.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet. It'll be a lot less painful for you."

You felt overwhelmed by panic, gagging in bile and trembling like a baby dear. You didn't know where the strength came from, but you freed your face desperately and screamed your lungs out for help. You didn't know if anyone would listen with the rain, you could barely hear yourself, but it could have something to do with the buzzing on your ears muffling all sound around you.

You stepped on his feet, kicked him and bit his arm but he wouldn't budge. He managed to put his hand over your mouth again, but you bit it until you heard him scream and tasted iron in your mouth. However, that only made him hold you tighter, hurting your ribcage, and the rest of the group came to aid him.

What they did was each try to get you under control, which meant none had a full grip on you, and throwing yourself against one worked for you to start running for your life in the direction of the streetlights. You didn't know if your screams were intelligible of even if they were loud enough to be screams, you couldn't hear, had no frame of reference.

You thought you saw the lights of a car turning the corner, but you didn't have the time to see. The same guy who had you before was jumping at you, crashing you against the asphalt with his body weight. You felt your skin burn. Arms and face glued to the street with the impact. Your head was ringing, and you only saw spots of light and unfocused shouting and around you, a very loud noise was the last thing you heard before it was all black.

You woke up feeling warm. There were quiet noises of clicking porcelain and muffled conversation to your left.

The sterile smell was what hinted at where you were, opening your eyes to bright white ceilings and empty beds around you. You were the only one in the room apart from the three people around the door.

Miranda, her girlfriend and a nurse. Oddly enough, Miranda was dressed as a police officer. What she was doing there you had no idea, in fact, you didn't even know why you were there.

You tried to sit, and all three looked at you. The nurse came over quickly and fussed around you, helping you sit, and asking how you felt. You didn't feel too bad, but there were some friction burns on your elbows and forearms that you could do without. Mostly it was just your head buzzing faintly.

"She said you might have a concussion," Miranda joined in, timidly placing her hand over one of yours resting beside you in the bed. You turned it so she could hold it if she wanted. You felt a pang when she did.

"The detective asked if you would be willing to answer some questions. I told her you might not be feeling well enough right now, but if you do I can tell her so." The nurse didn't seem too pleased talking about 'the detective', which reminded you of the movie hospital staff and made you smile.

"I don't know how much use I'd be," your voice was croaky as you looked from the nurse to Miranda, "I don't really know why I'm here."

She understood the question you didn't make and asked the nurse if she could talk with you alone. She seemed only partially agreeable but left anyway.

"You were attacked last night near the university," she said immediately, even if trying to sound softer, and her hand tighten around yours. "Why were you even out at that time in the rain?"

"I don't know... I worked the end shift?" you remembered Maggy asking you to and remembered closing and going out in the rain. Not much more than that.

"You were so lucky we decided to patrol the area, Jesus Christ," she was talking faster than normal, and you furrowed your brows, "Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"Why are you here? You aren't asking me any questions..." your head hurt too much to think at that moment. You just wanted some peace and not to have to stare at Miranda's face because your head and arms were enough things hurting.

"What? Because I care about you! Because I saw what those sick men were trying to do and I know how it'd end-" she choked in her hurried whisper. Was she about to cry? "You have no idea the terror I felt when I realized it was you the one on the floor. You weren't responding and all I could do was scream at Robin who somehow arrested three men on her own and still managed to call an ambulance."

Wow, there really was a reason Miranda dated her, then.

You felt exhausted all of a sudden. Emotionally and physically, you just needed some sleep and a hug and you leaned against Miranda for just that.

She took you in her arms, surprised but seemingly not against it. You sighed and swallowed the knot in your throat. It didn't help much. Why did you have to like her so much? Why was she so kind and caring even after knowing you for only two weeks? It was so unfair she was taken, the one person with whom you could envision making it work.

When you parted, Miranda still had her arms around you. She was searching for something on your face, staring earnestly into your eyes as if willing you to understand her. You could not for the life of you understand anything about that woman anymore. Here she was, holding you and comforting you after flirting with you at your place of work. Sending you all these mixed signals and expecting you not to fall for them.

She looked almost frustrated with your lack of understanding, then her eyes snapped to your lips for one second then looked back at you; brows furrowed and eyes pleading. Why did this have to be so complicated? You matched her look, gazing wantonly at her lips, just to torture yourself at not meeting them.

However, at your lack of action and obvious wish, Miranda made the decision and leaned in. You weren't expecting it, suddenly woke from your daydream to a very real pressure on your lips. She had strawberry lip balm on and tasted of tea. Hospital tea, the ones at the reception for people staying the night. She smelled of nothing other than her, no soap or sweat or anything, just her after a long night and possibly long morning of dealing with whatever resulted from the last night's occurrence. She felt like home, her arms around you bringing you close delicately, the pressing of her lips long and slow as if she was trying to convey this ineffable thing you couldn't understand when she looked at you. It was beautiful and sweet and so painful you had to stop.

"But what about Robin?" you whispered against her lips.

"What about Robin?"

"I'm so confused, aren't you dating Robin? Your detective 'partner'?" and as you said it, everything clicked together "Oh, no-" You hid your face in Miranda's chest, feeling silly for all the bitterness and jealousy you indulged for the last week, but also hating yourself for all the unnecessary heartache. "You and Robin are partners, as in you work together on cases, correct?"

"Yes... I thought that was rather obvious..." Her arms tightened around you and she made soothing circles between your shoulders. "I think we even discussed the case in the coffee shop. I thought you heard us."

"I might have misunderstood," your voice was muffled by your face pressed onto her uncomfortable, bumpy, vest. You heard her chuckle, and she took a step back, with her index under your chin prompting you to look at her. She had a mischievous grin and an arched brow.

"Did you think we were together?" you only nodded, "And were you jealous?" at that, her grin went from mischievous to an earnest, excited smile. She was too pure for this world.

You didn't respond, only looked to the side screwing your face up to avoid the relieved smile.

"No, c'mon, I want to hear it," her voice carried a note of amusement, but she only looked kind when tilting your face to look at her again.

"I might have..." she huffed a small laugh "No! Shut up! Listen-" you could not control your smile at her looking so delighted "It's your fault that you were so adorable that first day and accepted my coffee like it was the best thing ever! It was just coffee and a cookie, and you looked unreasonably happy! And after that you kept coming and coming more frequently to my god-blessed queer café and flirting and looking shy and beautiful, what did you expect me to feel? Are you kidding me? This was all your fault, you menace! So, of course, I was jealous when you appeared with a dark and mysterious stranger and sat in the most private corner possible to whisper to each other like teenagers thinking they’re being subtle!"

"Ok, I realize you are very passionate about this," she laughed softly, bringing you to a hug again. "But you forgot that you were flirting mercilessly with me and that I never asked you to stop." She had a point, but again there were people who liked being flirted with, even when they were in relationships. You didn't think Miranda was like that, though.

"I know, but I'm allowed to be a bit irrational about this..." your volume decreased as you finished the sentence.

"You're pouting," she whispered to match you, "Why?"

Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with her. Here goes nothing. "Because you're my coffee shop romance," you said trying to sound confident. At her lack of response for more than five seconds, you backtracked, "That is if you'd like to be. I shouldn't have assumed, you-"

"Jesus, shut up-" she said and smashed your lips together.

The kiss wasn't too dextrous, both of you smiling too much and too eager for it to work properly, but it was the best thing in the world.

"Not Jesus, but I'll let it pass this time," you murmured against her lip when you slowed down. She was peppering chaste, slightly long kisses on your lips and face.

"Shut up," you heard her smile before feeling it in your skin.

"You'll have to make me," you breathed back.

Decided to put notes at the end. I posted this one here because of the ask, but I hope you liked it and that I lived up to your expectations! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so thank you so much and sorry for the long post 💛

#miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #fluff #coffee shops & cafés #coffee shop au #top of the lake #gwendoline christie

[andysorbit]

Hi!! Sorry I took so long 🙍🏾‍♀️ if it’s still ok, i tell you it now? so I had like a nap dream about Yuta (but I woke up before seksy time ㅜㅜ) that I know if anyone could flesh out for me, it’d be you! I send a seperate ask with the details so you don’t have to post all of me telling you it? I only remember bits of the dialogues but it boiled down to my minor Daddy Issues & how I had No Guidance™️ until my former SD-turned-actual-bf, Yuta

MINORS DNI

Hiiiiii!! Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this!

You look through your purse from the previous day, "Where is it?" You grumble. You hear Yuta come in, "Okay, maybe daddy can sort this out." You say and fix the trim of your dress before and trotting out, "Oh daddyyyyy!" You sing as you make your way to the living room. You stop when you see his coworkers coming in the door behind him. You've never been good with names but it's not like they're your friends, "Hello Mr. Suh, Mr. Lee number one, Mr. Lee number two, and Mr. Jung." You say sheepishly. They all greet you and you reach out to take Yuta's hand, "Can I have a minute of your time?" You ask him politely. He removes his shoes by the door and turns to the other men, "The bar is in the lounge as you guys already know. I'll be there in a bit." He instructs them. "Yes, daddy." Donghyuck laughs. "I will fire you." He sighs.

Once you two are alone, "Yuta brings a hand up to cup your cheek, "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asks as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I can't find our black card. I thought it was in my yellow purse from yesterday but it's not." You say with a pout. He chuckles, "Remember last night when I told you to start getting your things ready in advance?" He asks you. You nod. "Well, l know for sure you picked out your outfit for class tomorrow and you wanted to bring your pink backpack so your wallet should be in there, right?" He says sweetly. "Oh right." You murmur. "Why don't you go check and let me know, yeah?" He hugs you and you squeeze him back, "I'll be right back." You say as you two separate. He turns to go into the lounge and you go to your bedroom. Just like he said, your wallet along with your black card is in your pink backpack and you smile.

As you step into the lounge, Yuta turns to look at you, "Was I right?" He asks you gently. "Yeah... you were right." You say with a sheepish smile. You watch him finish undoing his tye and loosen the top buttons. "Y/n, we're discussing a few financial things, you wanna take notes for your classes?" Ten asks. "Yeah sure. I'm gonna go put on some water for tea. Would any of you like some?" You say. "I would please." Johnny says. "Me too. Thanks." Jaehyun says. As you leave the room and round the corner, you hear the conversation pick up. "So we're just not gonna talk about how this girl is calling you daddy?" Donghyuck asks. You can hear the Audible sighs. "Who do you think paid for all fo this? That dress she's got on? Those backpacks to match her outfits? Everything in her closet? Come on. Of course she calls me daddy." Yuta says. "Sir, that's not a closet, that's a bedroom." Ten says with a chuckle.

"Closet, bedroom- call it what you want. I'm the one giving her all of this. By choice, of course. You know she works part time but that because she likes staying busy but she knows I'll take care of her. She's my baby." Yuta says casually. You both agreed that you'd keep your Cafe job but only part time whole you finish school. You like that you don't necessarily have to work but it makes you feel good having your own money- especially when it comes down to buying Yuta gifts. They aren't always elaborate but it feels good knowing that you didn't use his money to buy him something special.

"How does her father feel about this?" Jaehuun asks. Yuta snorts, "Should I know much less care? When Y/n and I started dating, he asked me if I was just some bum who wanted to use her for a good time and then dump her when shit got difficult. I told him I don't date for fun, I date for my future and that I saw a future with her and that I very much intend to take care of her to the best of my abilities. He told me to prove it so I am. Now, did he know who I was at the time? No but I kept my word and I'm taking care of my girl so of course she calls me daddy." He explains coyly. You smile and imagine the smug look on his face. "Uh... maybe the fact that you're fucking his daughter and she's calling you daddy?" Jaehyun replies. "He knows that we live together so I'm sure he already knows that we do more than play chess on the weekends. Besides, he wasn't really much of a father to her when she was younger anyway so I don't really care how he feels about it. As long as Y/n is happy, that's what matters to me." Yuta says.

You break away from their conversation to go out on the tea then come back. "Daddy, can we go see a move tomorrow." You ask as you come back into the living room. "Did you finish your term paper?" Yuta asks. Donghyuck snorts and Yuta quickly shoots him a dirty look and the younger man shuts up. Yuta turns his attention back to you, "Questions require an answer." He says. "Well... you see. I started it and I'm almost done with it but I haven't written the conclusion or cited my sources yet." You say sheepishly. "So you haven't finished it?" He presses. You shake your head no. "Then no. We're not going anywhere this weekend." He says. You stand there confused and chuckle softly, "What?" You say incredulously. "No. Now hop to it. I'll be all yours as soon as we're done here. It shouldn't take too much longer. Some of us just need to stay on topic." Yuta says. You pout. "Is she gonna fucking cry? Dude, why are you so mean? Like she's literally tearing up." Ten says sympathetically. "Better to cry now as opposed to later on when she has to retake the class- Y/n, that paper is half your grade. Take it seriously." He says. You chew your lip and nod, "Okay." You whisper.

You go into Yuta's office and pull up the paper on his computer. You try to finish it but you can't. You end up going over to YouTube and watching Coryxkenshin videos. Some time later, the door opens and Yuta comes in, "That doesn't sound like you're very busy." He says firmly. You pause the video and stand up, "I couldn't... I tried but I can't." You say softly. Yuta comes over to you and sits you on the desk, "Aren't you supposed to ask me for help when you're having a hard time?" He asks. You nod. "Talk." He presses. "Yes, but you've been busy and I didn't wanna bother you." You reply. "Are you upset that I told you no?" He asks. "Yes. How could you tell?" You whisper. "Well aside from the fact that my employees think I'm the worst person in the world for making you cry, you're not calling me daddy right now." He says and presses a kiss to your lips. "You never tell me no." You mutter. "I've never had a reason to tell you no. It was justified, don't you think?" He chuckles. You shake your head, "You're just mean." You sulk. Yuta slides his hand up your dress and rests it on your thigh, "Can I apologize for being mean to you?" He whispers. "Yes, daddy." You say and instinctively spread your legs.

Yuta pushes your panties to the side and dips his fingers between your slick folds, "Will this get you to forgive me, princess?" He whispers as he slowly rubs your clit. He pulls back to look at you and you blush, "Daddy, faster... please." You moan. "Tell me you're not mad at me anymore." He urges. His voice is soft and warm, "I want you to tell me you're not mad at me anymore. If you tell me that, I'll give it to just how you want it." "I- I'm not mad at you anymore." You whimper. His fingers speed up and you cling to him, "Daddy... oh yes daddy." As you cum, "You press your face into his chest and cry out. "Hush, sweetheart. They're still in the lounge." He laughs and continues to rub your clit. You shriek and writhe, "Daddy." You choke out, "I can't." "You can be quiet. Just take one more for me." He purrs. You keep your face planted firmly into his chest and whimper as another orgasm shakes through your body.

He pulls his hand out of your panties and slides his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. "Until they leave, you'd better be in here working on that paper or we're gonna have a bigger issue than you being upset because we're not going to see a movie this weekend." He says and walks out.

♡♡♡

Hey!! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope that I was able to do your request justice. Thank you for trusting me with it.

- Andie

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #nakamoto yuta smut #yuta smut

[heavenisblue]

Do you guys ever feel extremely alone? That's a stupid question, everybody feels like that at one point in their life. Today I feel so alone and I truly am. I have friends but I don't have friends. I can't tell them when I feel down because it's all jokes and it can't be anything but jokes. I'm tired for longing for something so simple as a friend. I think my longing for a friend keeps on getting mixed up with my longing to be truly loved.

Sometimes I make up stories in my mind about the way I imagined being loved. I imagine us getting to know each other in a library, we'd be quietly studying or reading next to each other for as long as it takes either of us to muster the courage to talk to each other. We always meet each other at the same time, same spot, and leave at the same time. I'd like to imagine that he waits until I get picked up so that he could leave. I'd always look at the side mirrors of the car until his figure disappears from my vision because he'll always be there in my mind. After some time, I finally manage to ask him what he's studying for. I feel bad because what if I'm distracting him but all possible bad thoughts melt away when he looks up from his notes and shows me the sweet smile. The way his nose scrunches which causes his glasses to move up in the slightest movement and his dimples. God his dimples. We start a short conversation about the subject he's studying for when he asks me if I would like to take a break with him and get something to eat at the nearby convenience store. I say yes immediately and maybe faster than I would have liked to but it doesn't matter to him or me really. We rather our things and we walk to the convenience store. It's only a 3 minute walk but it feels like 3 seconds we talked about school and what classes we're taking and how hard some of them are. I find out he's one year older than me so he offers help in the classes he took last year. When we arrive at the convenience store we sat our things down at the little two seat dinning area. There was only us, the cashier, and some man buying cigarettes and lottery tickets. He picked out an unsweetened iced tea and a chicken wrap. I picked out the sweetened ice tea, a chicken wrap, and a chocolate bar. We each paid and sat down. Our conversation continues with school related things like what clubs we're in and what our plans for after school are. He speaks so passionately about his future it leaves me in awe because I couldn't sound that passionately about anything I wanted to even if I tried. The conversation soon starts to fade into our interests and life outside of school which I don't really have much of. He likes to bike, play with his dog, watch sitcoms, and he also mentioned he recently started to workout and hopes that it becomes a routine for him. It's amazing how memorized I am by the sound of his voice. I open my chocolate bar and offer him some but he declines. I tell him how I have a pretty big sweet tooth and love sweets and he just smiles and nods at me. He goes and throws away our trash, I check the time while he's gone and notice my sisters on her way to pick me up soon so I should get going. When he returns we start to pick up our things and head back to the library. On the walk there I ask him what type of music he enjoys and he says that he doesn't listen to much. He just listens to whatever is around him. This stumps me a bit because I always listen to music and at this point it's apart of my whole existence. I ask for his number or social anything that he's comfortable with giving me and we swap numbers and Instagrams. He shares he's not that active on Instagram so that's why he also gave me his number. I find that nice considering I'm constantly on my Instagram posting meaningless stories about me going insane. I see my sister's car arriving so we bid our goodbyes to each other. He gives me that same gorgeous smile.

When I get home I get a text message from who I assume is him.

Sorry for interrupting any studying that you had planned tonight, can't promise I won't do it again though. Sorry if that was straightforward I had a really good time tonight lol. Sleep well and I'll hopefully see you again tomorrow.

My heart was racing I knew I had to respond but how.

Me: I had a good time as well, goodnight. See you tomorrow lol.

My apologies for this monstrosity 💀 as you can tell writing isn't for me 🙏🏻 no pues que "book blog". Its 4:36 am rn and I can't promise this will be the last time I write about something like this 🤯 I didn't mean to write a whole ass fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction and my last one as well!!

Sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes because I can't proof read this or I'll get too embarrassed and delete it.

This is the song I was listening to while writing this post.

#imagine #heavenisblue #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #plus size reader #x plus size reader #fluff #my fault for the depressing starting #music #the smiths #Spotify

[sl0wdiver]

footballers as flatmates/roommates headcanon

(imagining them as people with normal jobs + lives btw)

aaron ramsdale - domestic goddess, aggressive style. almost too happy to be cleaning. sets out a fucking cleaning rota for gods sake. drives everyone a bit nuts but whenever you have friends over they always say how nice your house is. has literally the loudest phone calls ever.

kieran tierney - quite content to watch netflix all evening every day of the week. always drinking vodka cokes at pres/party nights. folds his clothes as soon as they’re dry cause he knows his mum would give him a bollocking otherwise. attempts to cook - it sometimes works out. if in doubt, chicken nuggets at least 3 days a week.

michail antonio - house daddy. that man has that kitchen on lockdown. he goes in and comes out with the most insanely good food every single damn time. a complete hoot on nights out. rips the living piss out of everyone but life without him just wouldn’t be right.

ruben dias - quite possibly the most sensible flatmate to live with. amazingly consistent sleep schedule. always asks the group chat ahead of time if he can bring a date over. he is gymming/toning/working out about 23 hours a day mind you. at least he plays his workout music through his headphones.

jarrod bowen - the most reliable housemate ever. bills always paid on time. always down for a late night trip to big tesco. will play playstation with you until 4am. one word answers to anything in the house groupchat - “haha”, “lol”, “yeah”. but, will have the best dmcs with you in the garden when there’s a party.

mason mount - loves it when something breaks cause it means he gets to fix something. cooking skills are hardly world class michelin star restaurant level but he pulls out something every so often that surprises you. always planning what the flat is doing friday and saturday night. 

declan rice - believes the antibac wipe can do anything. tells you about all the great discounts he found at wilko today when you get off work. gets waaaay too into the film on flat movie night and cries. hogs the telly whenever there's a golf tournament on. always tries to get a dancefloor going whenever there’s a house party.

martin ødegaard - friendliest face in the house. his room is a marvel of scandi couture. he pretends it's minimalism but it's just ikea's posh range (and that's no bad thing). everyone thinks he's chill cause he likes reading and coffee paraphernalia but he hides a dark secret of playing THE WORST music at houseparties. hugging a cushion/blanket/djungleskog/himself throughout flat movie night.

tammy abraham - interior decor off the scales. the flat is literally glowing with his presence. the throws in the lounge are gorgeous. will defo have the loudest conversation with your flatmates right when you’re just tryna sleep but it’s all worth it. gets the tunes on as soon as he knows everyone is up.

harry kane - definitely in charge of all the bills. whenever he’s on the phone it’s usually because he’s chasing up some utilities company. this man is a provider. he cooks for everyone. wants everyone to be home for tea at the same time so “we can chat and catch up”. 

ben chilwell - has the nicest candle collection of anyone in the flat. loves a good houseplant. his dog is the glue that holds the flat together. interior decor choices are questionable but it’s passable. takes his meetings in literally every room whenever he’s working from home.

jadon sancho - panics over any house maintenance or any time he has to set the heating. “nah i can’t get it to work i’ve got no idea” he says to the thermostat. his vibe is always super chill tho, always has his door open and is never in the shower for too long. 

kai havertz - if he hasn't already got a house pet, he's strategising how to get one. rarely seen without a hoodie on. definitely rocking the flat's best comfy clothes collection. keeps to himself mainly but at least he doesn't cause any flat drama.

kostas tsimikas - i'm literally not even sure the boy knows how to clean. sleeps in til 2pm and never tells you his plans. will be out of the house for 36 hours and never answers his phone. the greek food he cooks tho? to die for. always ensures there is yoghurt in the fridge.

jack grealish - an unhinged experience. 35 minutes of hair drying everytime he has a shower, which in turn are the longest showers you’ve ever seen someone have. will cook the most astonishingly messy meal and ruin all the pans. secretly quite organised and always gets to work on time.

#did think about imagining living with them as footballers but there is already so much fanfiction to cover that and get yer kicks with that #also y'all know i love everyone on here it's just living with certain footballers would be a nightmare #aaron ramsdale #kieran tierney #michail antonio #ruben dias #jarrod bowen #mason mount #declan rice #tammy abraham #harry kane #ben chilwell #jadon sancho #kostas tsimikas #jack grealish #headcanon #football headcanon #martin odegaard #kai havertz #fave posts

[ryuzakemo128]

The Angel Of Death

Chapter Five: Peaky Blinder Devil

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Trigger Warning(s): Mention Of Death, Cursing, Violence

Pairing: (Later on) Thomas Shelby x Red (Female Reader)

Red heard of him through spies carrying information about his past, his relations to certain people like Elizabeth Gray and Grace Burges. Before the meeting with Thomas Shelby could start a woman in her thirties asked to meet with Red. She didn't state anything other than the fact it was important they talked.

"I want to know who you are" Polly asked her, crossing her arms sitting across from her.

"Is there anything particular that you wanted to know about?" Red asked her raising an eyebrow, "I'm also curious as to know why you want to know"

"I know about the spies you have paid to watch us,"

"To watch, gather information and to compile a file on each one of you. I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to gather information to know the best way to approach you." She took a long sip of her tea, "I'm Red by the way, it's nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you Red, I'm Polly Gray"

"Is it Miss or Mrs. Gray?" Red asked her wanting to remain as polite yet direct as possible.

"Mrs. Gray would be preferred"

"Well Mrs. Gray, my employer and I had the idea that we would like to see if we could come to an agreement to share information. Kind of like an alliance of sorts."

"That's why you paid 25 pounds to deliver those letters straight to him"

"I thought it would be a great idea at the time. Not that I had any strict orders in how to get them to him anyway."

"I'll make sure he'll know what you're up to."

"You make it sound nefarious Mrs. Gray."

Red spoke to Mrs. Gray for far longer than she anticipated. She didn't realize how much time had passed until it was time for her to head home.

"Thank you for the tea Mrs. Gray. I had a nice time talking to you."

The conversation with Polly Gray would be something worth remembering, as it is something that went on repeat as Red walked home that night. Galina's plan would go off without a hitch or scratch or bump that night.

While Red spoke to Polly, Galina was speaking to Thomas and during that time. Galina agreed to let Thomas speak to Red. Red being the internally important piece of the puzzle that "needed" to be "figured out".

The day came around sooner than Red would have liked, as a message from her boss, Galina came in saying she needed to be down at the Garrison at Eleven Thirty that morning.

"One day you won't have to knock on the window so damn loudly." She said to the raven, "One day I might give you a name too"

This raven started following Red while she stayed in Norway on her assignment there and continued to follow her ever since. Until recently that one raven became two.

"You found a friend and yet you both decided to stay with me. I hope you two know what you signed up for."

Red walked over to the Garrison thinking "I hope those birds aren't following me, I wouldn't want to be the poor bastard that sees that today."

"I almost thought you wouldn't show up" Thomas Shelby said to her making Red jump a little.

"Give me more notice next time" is what she thought but didn't say aloud. "You said to Galina that it was important. So here I am, I'm Red by the way."

"I know, your boss told me already."

"Well, then you should also know why we're here then."

"I want you to be present in the meetings with your boss from now on."

"Before you get too far ahead, I want you to know that we have done our research ahead of time and any new information will be passed onto you as soon as possible. I have an archive outside of city limits that has the information that you might want now or in the future."

"Anything else before I continue?"

"Other than that, you're protected by us from this point forward I'll my people here, there and almost everywhere your people are. Always good have backup when you need it, Mr. Shelby." Red smirked, "that's all I have to say about it"

"Why help us?"

"I'm sucker for helping people, even cute ones like you."

Red left that meeting with Thomas being more confused than he was before it started. She was direct in the compliment to him, thinking "Well, I'm right, he's cute as fuck and I want him to know it too"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders au #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders angst #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader insert #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby fluff #thomas shelby x female reader #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby au #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #fanfiction #fanfic #y/n imagine #reader insert #x reader #y/n x character #female reader #fem reader #fluff #imagine

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Lucy Vanishes and leaves Eric Holding the Baby.

Mackron Fanfic.

"I'm going into the village to David's shop" said Lucy. "If I take Isla in the buggy I can walk there and I'll ring you to bring me back"

"Are you sure you'll be OK?" Mack asked "And it's Eric's shop now"

"I'll be fine" Lucy answered.

Lucy arrived at the village shop where she sat down as the walk had taken it out of her.

"Let's see the little love" said Eric bringing Lucy a coffee over.

"She's a beauty just like her mum" he said peering into the buggy making baby noises.

"Well what do you think about that" Lucy heard Gabby whispering to Nicky. "Mack has paid Charity to keep quiet about him being the father of Chloe's baby"

"Best not to listen to gossip" said Nicky as Lucy dropped the bottle of wine she was going to buy and ran out of the shop after hearing the conversation.

"I think you'd better get here quick" said Eric as he rang Mack ""Lucy's ran off and left the baby here"

"Who was that?" asked Aaron seeing Mack was in a panic.

"I have to go Aaron Lucy has disappeared and left the baby in Eric's shop" he replied.

"I'll come with you" said Aaron putting his jacket on.

"Jeez slow down Mack you did that bend at eighty"Aaron yelled as the car skidded from one side of the road to the other.

"What happened?" Mack frantically asked Eric.

"Don't know. She dropped the bottle of wine and ran" Eric replied gently rocking Isla in his arms. "Something must have spooked her that's for sure"

"I think she must've heard me talking about the rumours about you and Chloe and you that you paid Charity to keep quiet" said Gabby feeling guilty.

"You stupid bitch" yelled Aaron.

"Hey that's no way to speak to a lady" said Nicky.

"How do you know about that?" Mack asked Gabby.

"I heard Charity telling Chas" said Gabby wishing she could fall through a hole in the ground. "She said you'd paid her five grand"

"You did what" yelled Aaron at Mack. "You absolute idiot"

"I think you should ring the police as Lucy didn't look too good when she came in" said Eric who was still holding Isla.

"We'll get a search party" said Aaron while Mack rang the police "I'll go into the pub and get some volunteers"

"What was she wearing?" P.C. Swirling asked Mackenzie as he took down details of what happened. "Why do you think she ran off?" he asked Mack who was distraught by now.

"She's just had a baby" Mack spluttered. "She's abandoned her baby"

"So you are saying she has post natal depression?" Swirling asked Mack who was sniffing the smelling salts Eric had given him to stop him from passing out.

"No she hasn't" said Mack "She heard some gossip and she must have snapped"

"What the hell are you sniffing?" Aaron asked.

"They're only smelling salts" said Eric "Brenda swears by them"

"Yeah just like she swears by that bottle of Voddy she keeps under the counter at the cafe" Aaron replied.

"And it would be more to the point if you arrested that slapper in the pub. She's the one who started the rumours" Aaron shouted angrily at P.C.Swerling.

"OK we'll explore all avenues said Swirling. "In the meantime there is a search party looking for her"

"It's getting dark and it's going to freeze" said Mack who had been waiting in the shop for what seemed like hours. "We need to find her"

"Your little one here needs a feed" said Eric. "I know which brand she has and we stock it. I'll take her round to Brenda while you search Mack"

Everyone gathered in the pub after searching the village.

"Is this who you are looking for?" said Cain coming in the pub with Lucy. "I found her in one of Moira's barns"

"Lucy" yelled Mack running towards her "What happened?"

"Just take me home" Lucy said.

"All's well that ends well" said Charity bringing trays of sandwiches and tea for everyone that helped in the search.

"All's well that ends well?" yelled Aaron "Are you joking? Don't think you've got away with this. Just watch your back as I won't forget this" he yelled as Cain and Nate held him back. "I thought my mum was sleazy but you beat her hands down"

"Less of the threats Mr Dingle or I'll have to arrest you" Swirling said helping himself to a sandwich.

"Arrest me?" yelled Aaron. "Its that slag you should arrest" Aaron replied angrily.

"Let's go get Isla and get Lucy home Aaron" Mack said thanking everyone. "She's freezing"

The three of them arrived home where Lucy went straight upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Mack asked as he heard Lucy bumping a big suitcase down the stairs.

"As far away from you as I can" Lucy replied.

"What about the baby?" said Mack

"She can stay with you" Lucy replied picking her car keys up.

"Please Lucy don't do this Isla needs you" Mack pleaded.

"No she doesn't she's got you two drooling over her" Lucy snapped.

"Please tell me how I can put this right Lucy" said Mack who was out of his mind with worry.

"Too late" Lucy snapped heading out the door.

"Let her go Mack she'll be back when she cools off" said Aaron trying to reassure Mack.

"Aaron she's abandoned her baby" Mack cried. "I need to know where she is going"

"First thing tomorrow we'll try and find out where she is. Come on Mack Isla's crying" said Aaron "Let's get her settled"

31.01.23.

#mackenzie and aaron #aaron dingle #mackenzie boyd #emmerdale #brenda walker #eric pollard #gabby thomas #nicky the nanny #pc swirling #charity dingle #cain dingle #the woolpack

[krisb-writing-blog]

Chapter 4: She Took the Midnight Train Going Anywhere

Start date: 07/10/22

End date: 07/18/22

TW: implication of m**d*r

Rating: PG (mature themes implied)

@choicesficwriterscreations

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A month had passed since three of the four women scorned by Sam Dalton put their plan into motion, and it had worked so far. Marianne was unstoppable at work with the case and the detectives had found a lot of leads that actually bore fruit, Sofia bombarded Sam with extra work and projects until he could barely see over the mountain of proposals, and Hannah helped distract him in her own way, using dinners and movie nights with the kids to buy Marianne some time when she worked late nights. But finally, a tip from a witness all those years ago paid off, and the trio met up while Sam was at work.

"Mom! Sofia is here!" Mickey yelled, answering the door.

"That's no way to greet the woman who was almost your stepmother." Sofia beckoned, walking in.

"You're right. There's alternate terms that could be used in place of your name but we have a swear jar now after a brutal game night." Mason scoffed as he walked by.

"Thanks, you two. If you need help with your homework, just come get Hannah or me and we'll be right there." Marianne sat a food platter on the dining room table.

Once the kids went to their rooms, and Marianne double checked to make sure Ainsley was asleep on the baby monitor, the women caught each other up on what happened.

"Just out of curiosity, why are you working when Marianne is in the apartment today?" Sofia asked Hannah.

"Because I'm looking at the evidence today and I don't know how to explain why the suspect board has the father of my child and stepchildren on top of it, so she keeps them occupied while I work." Marianne answered for Hannah.

"Please tell me that's the only thing he's on top of." Sofia winked, sipping her tea.

"Eww. Also, since I'm pretending to be okay with that part of the scheme, I have to second that." Marianne replied.

"It's mostly just talk, I told him that I want to take things slow and he bought it." Hannah reassured them.

"Well, how's the investigation going? Anything that would shock the business world yet?" Sofia asked.

"I can't reveal much, but I can say that the tip we recovered said that Sam was the last one seen with Addison at a subway station before she disappeared. The techs are recovering security footage, but that's going to take a little while since it's been so long and the technology wasn't as great then as it is now. They're supposed to tell me later, but that's just the technical explanation." Marianne put something on her plate.

"Well what's the other explanation? Am I gonna have to help you look in the attic, because I already helped my roommate do that after we watched the Annabelle movies." Hannah shared.

"DNA was found in their old car, which was abandoned at the Dalton storage unit. It's Addison's, and it couldn't have gotten there unless she laid down in the backseat. I was hoping she'd be alive for the twins' sakes, but it's looking unlikely." Marianne sighed, taking a bite of a bagel.

Before anyone could say anything, Sam came home and walked into the dining room to see the three women conversing.

"Well if it isn't my wife, nanny, and ex-fiancee. What brings you three together?" Sam was curious, and quite frankly a little suspicious.

"Business. I'm hosting a ladies lunch and I was originally going to just invite your wife, but I'm fascinated by your nanny's passion for chemistry that I've extended it to her as well. She could be very crucial to Russo Industries if she wants a different career path." Sofia covered for them.

"I thought you said that you had a degree in communication and public relations?" Sam proved that he wasn't listening.

"Nope, chemistry." Hannah reminded him.

"Well I don't think they'll be able to get out of work to go, so I'm afraid they can't attend." Sam was nervous.

"My office is handling the case load just fine, and the kids can come with us, so you will have the office and the apartment to yourself." Marianne stood up to her husband.

When Sofia left, the day went on as it normally would. After putting the kids to bed, Hannah left and was in the elevator when she got a call from Marianne.

"Hello? Did I leave something in the apartment?" Hannah asked.

"No, but the lab got the footage back. Addison and Sam argued at the train station, and she got on alone. How her DNA could've been in the back of that car is still a mystery, but the credit card statements show that Sam rented a boat the afternoon that she went missing. The dive team is gonna investigate some more, but as far as we know she's still missing." Marianne whispered.

"So Sam knows more about the disappearance than what he's told the cops, and you're not letting him know any of this why?" Hannah asked.

"The element of surprise. If we find something, his reaction will be just as useful as any evidence." Marianne whispered.

"Alright. I'm gonna be in a little late tomorrow, my neighbors are gonna help me and my roommate with our stupid wifi issues, but I won't be too late. If I hear anything from Sam or Sofia I'll text you." Hannah told her.

"Got it. See you tomorrow." Marianne hung up.

[jasaginae0]

Rose Gold Lipstick // George x Eliza (CRAIG OF THE CREEK)

Pimples laugh at Eliza with every look in the mirror.

All Eliza wants to be is pretty.

But what she doesn't know is that she has already achieved her goal.

And George helps her see it.

A George x Eliza oneshot made by me <3

I don't own COTC blah blah-

Eliza and George are 14 in this. I missed these two. Back in 2022 I felt pressured to hide the fact I still liked Tiarabow but then I gained confidence to start making content for the ship again, and maybe I can give other Tiarabow shippers the confidence to make some content for them, or people who ship George with someone who isn't Secret Keeper. Reminder that George has no confirmed sexuality, so don't say that he is gay or sm. That's your headcanon you made to ban other ships. Deal with it.

Now, onto the story!

Eliza stared down at the tea cup wrapped in her fingers, she steadied it with the palm of her other hand and the thumb of the hand she used to hold the cup. George sat in front of her, legs crossed and sipping the same tea Eliza was. “What tea is this?” Eliza finally spoke, she gave the cup a small swirl. “Didn’t know you were still a picky eater” George lowered the tea cup to his chin to get the sentence out with a small chuckle. Eliza rolled her eyes, “I'm not that much of a picky eater…”.

“Unless it's tea”

“Hey!”

“Well, to better answer your question. I actually don't know myself, my family bought it from their trip back to Birmingham. Oh wait, that reminds me…”

George then reached into his pocket and presented Eliza with a small box. Eliza took the box and examined it, “It was for sale, I saw it and figured you would like it". 

Eliza then opened the box, the satin box held a necklace lining itself with shiny white pearls. But on the inside of the lid also held a rose gold lipstick, she slipped the lipstick from its belt that was containing it. The absence of the lipstick made Eliza realize the belt wasn't just for holding the lipstick but she was also meant to pull on it. She pulled the looped fabric to reveal a mirror for applying the lipstick. 

George took another sip of the mystery tea, while Eliza admired the gift. “I thought you'd like it, just like how I thought you'd enjoy the tea you've yet to drink”.

Eliza put the lipstick back in the belt that was keeping it in place and closed the box. She got hold of her forgotten tea and took a sip before it turned cold. “Hm, not bad”.

Eliza then took a second yet longer sip and turned her attention back to the gift, “Well, it's like you know me better than I know myself…”.

“Give some credit to Jane too, she's the one who helped me pick it. She said, you would like the lipstick”.

Eliza gave a small smile and felt her cheeks go rosy, her cheeks matched her dyed hair and she began playing with the wavy strands. 

But, the sweet moment was ruined by Eliza’s cell phone ringing. Eliza took hold of it and stared in shock at who it was.

“Who's calling?”

“It's my mother…”

Eliza accepted the call and moved her hair from her ear to place the phone up to there. “H-Hello?”.

Eliza was convinced this was something bad, her mother hardly called her ever since she divorced her father last year. Even before that, she hardly even paid attention to Eliza. She didn't even try to fight for custody of her and had no issue with Eliza being with her father. Yet on the rare days where Eliza would see her mother, minimal effort was put into having as much as a conversation. And today was one of those rare days where Eliza was at her mother's house, sneaking her boyfriend, George into the house to sip tea. 

George watches Eliza listen to her mother over the phone, she watched Eliza’s expression change from neutral to pure panic. “T-That was today…?”. George heard her mutter.

Eliza listened further, throwing in nods as replacement for talking as if her mother was right in front of her. Ms.Pendragon’s voice was dull when speaking to her daughter, once she hung up the phone Eliza was standing back up.

“What was that all about?” George questioned then finished his tea, “My mother…She's going to pick me up to meet with her friends from work and my makeup isn't fixed…” Panic laced Eliza's voice as she paced towards her purse.

You would think she was an addict who misplaced her vape based on how she was searching her purse, she flipped the purse upside down twice and didn't even go to pick up anything that had fallen out. Her mind flashed back to the reflection of herself that she saw in the mirror of the satin box, her makeup barely covering up the dark spots on her cheeks, the pimples waiting to be popped laughed at her in the reflection, and a new one on her forehead was waving at her mockingly.

Since it was only George, she didn't mind too much. It wasn't like anything he hadn't seen before, yet now that she actually thought of it, she hadn't felt more ugly. Wait, what was she saying? George probably already found her ugly, he probably got used to the makeup hiding her facial flaws. The whiteheads scattered around her cheeks and jawline must have disgusted him. Yeah…Maybe he was considering dumping her for a girl who was god's favorite and never had to go through what made looking in the mirror so hard for her.

Eliza came closer to giving up to start looking in her room. Noticing the concern, George got up from his seat with Eliza's forgotten tea cup in hand. “Miss.Eliza, your makeup is fine, what's the-”

“IF IT DOESN'T HIDE MY ACNE THEN IT'S NOT FINE, GEORGE!”

George jumped back a little from the sudden outburst, thankfully he wasn't too startled. He was used to Eliza screaming, whether it was orders for Jane or him from when they were kids, angry words spewing whenever someone pushed her buttons or a quick shout whenever the day gave her the short end of the stick.

Eliza saw the way George jumped and bit her lip, red lipstick marking her front tooth as she looked down. “I-I'm sorry, I-”. “No no, there's no need to be sorry, I understand. Miss.Eliza, but I was being honest when I said your makeup looked fine…Is there something bothering you?” George used one hand to hold the tea and the other to motion for Eliza to sit down, thankfully that worked and Eliza's tea cup was transferred to Eliza's hand and she slowly sat down with George's newly free hand rubbing circles in her back.

In all honesty, Eliza was surprised with how suddenly she screamed. As a child she remembered being easy to set off, but that improved since then. “Now, will you tell me why your makeup is such a worry for you?”.

Eliza bit her lip as she finished her tea. She couldn't find the words to even speak, she hadn't spoken about her acne with anyone who wasn't her parents or dermatologist. But once George moved a pink strand of hair from her temples, she finally felt safe again. “I-It's my acne…I can't face my mother without it on, I can't face anyone…”.

“But why? Who wouldn't want to see your beautiful face?”

“You mean who would want to look at this?” Eliza looked away with a harsh huff while looking away, her gloved hand pointing at her face. 

George was taken aback, but let Eliza finish. “I know you and Jane aren’t used to seeing…This. But I’m starting to think my mother is sick of it…George, do you remember when I first started wearing makeup that wasn’t lipstick or eyeliner?”.

George gave a nod.

“My mom saw I was breaking out and brought me a bunch of makeup to hide it. I thought she was caring about my well being for once, but then she started making it mandatory that I put it on whenever she takes me out to fancy places with family or friends. She didn't even hide the fact she thought I was too ugly to have in public bare faced with my acne…After that guess it became a habit and without it I started believing I was ugly so I just put it on to convince myself I was pretty…”.

“But Miss.Eliza, you're already pretty…”

Eliza turned her head towards George in shock, when she felt tears threatening to pour she blinked. She was too deep in shock to look away, not like she wanted too, and George didn't either. “What…?”.

“You're already pretty. How can your mother cover you up?” George then leaned in to kiss Eliza's cheek, then her forehead then her other cheek. With every kiss the dam she built against her eyes to block the tears threatening to spill was breaking, until it finally shattered and let the tears fall. Each tear washing away the contour she used to cover the red acne she hated so much. 

“Oh George, how can you do that without thinking I look disgusting?”

“Because you're not, you never were”.

“But George, you don't understand…You and Jane are the lucky ones, you two are so pretty…You two don't need to hide away because you feel gross, you don't cry before picture day and once your pictures come in you want to throw them in the trash…Why does every other girl at school have to be pretty? With their clear skin and everything…They don't even need to try, they're just born to be pretty I guess…”

“If we're the lucky ones, it's for having you in our lives”

This time Eliza didn't answer as she leaned into George while holding onto his back for support. “I remember back when we were kids, me and Jane thought you the prettiest to walk the creek…And now, we think you're the prettiest to walk the world”.

Eliza let out a sigh, “Well those days are over…”.

“Who said they were? If you asked me and Jane, those days are still going strong” George finished his sentence with another kiss on Eliza's cheek.

“Probably everyone…”

“How would you know?”

“They probably all think it…I used to be so pretty back then, my skin was so clear…What happened?”

“Nothing happened, whether or not you think it, you're still Eliza. You always have been”.

Eliza stayed silent for a few seconds, until she finally spoke after some long thinking.

“I…I know, it's just…I got so used to having the makeup on, without it I feel like an ugly beast. Not after my mom got me to start this habit…”

George turned his head towards Eliza's purse, the fallen items scattered around the floor. He spotted Eliza's pink bottle of makeup remover and the packet of facial pads. George ended the hug between him and Eliza and picked up both. “Well, now is your chance to break it”.

Eliza stared downwards at the makeup remover, when she was younger, she remembered hearing older boys say, ‘One wipe and it's over’. At first she didn't understand what that meant, but now she did and she hated it. But it also planted a fear in her, George was giving her the opportunity to free herself at the palm of his hands. But the chance scared her, what if George was gone after one wipe?

But Eliza took a deep breath, took the makeup remover and stopped thinking. “I'll do it…”

George opened the satin box and presented Eliza with the mirror. Though small, it helped just the same as a regular sized mirror, and with that Eliza slowly wiped the makeup from her face. The cold liquid continued spreading as George sat there and held the mirror for her. 

After a few more wipes, Eliza's face was bare. She was staring at the redness and pimples scattered around her pale face. Just when she was going to consider putting it back on, George put the mirror down and wrapped her up in a hug followed by some kisses. 

“I missed looking at your beautiful face”

“You really don't feel grossed out by me?”

“Why would I be disgusted by the most beautiful woman in my life?”

Eliza returned the hug with a sniff as if she was about to cry, and she did, out of happiness.

After a few minutes Ms.Pendragon texted Eliza to remind her she had to take a taxi and that she left money on the counter. Thankfully, Eliza was allowed to bring a friend, that ‘friend’ being George. 

George helped Eliza get ready, this time, Eliza was finished getting ready a lot sooner since there was no makeup that needed to cover the face George found so beautiful. 

“I promise Miss.Eliza, it'll get better. One day you won't even remember when you had acne"George spoke as he brushed Eliza's wavy pink hair, Eliza did the job of applying the rose gold lipstick George brought her. If you asked her, that was the only makeup she liked to apply besides eyeliner. “Oh I know George, now that I think about it I guess the new cream my dermatologist prescribed is working a little…” Eliza slightly turned her head to better notice the small improvements Eliza's insecure minds concealed for her. “Well, you can't rush progress, '' George reminded as he began styling her hair into a half ponytail.

And at the last possible second before they had to go and catch a taxi, George slipped the pearl necklace from the satin box Eliza held to look at her reflection. George placed the finishing touches on Eliza's outfit by wrapping the pearl necklace around her collar bone.

After that, they caught the taxi to where Eliza's mother said to meet. George saw how Eliza was riddled with anxiety for the whole drive, but once he placed a reassuring hand on her dorsal and smiled down at her while looking into her crimson eyes, he watched the worry melt and drip onto the seat of the taxi. 

Ms.Pendragon was waiting for the taxi at the main entrance with her friends from work, she had an impatient look that she hid from the other women who were talking amongst themselves. Once the taxi dropped them both off, all eyes were on them as George got Eliza out of the taxi. 

Though Ms.Pendragon’s friends were rather happy to see Eliza, she couldn't take her eyes off the bare face of her daughter. Thankfully she controlled herself from ripping Eliza from the hug she was sharing with some of her coworkers and stood there at the side.

But once Eliza was done hugging the women and answering the women's questions and George was done shaking hands with them, Ms.Pendragon's companions made their way towards the building leaving Ms.Pendragon with Eliza and George. “Eliza Darcy Pendragon, why aren't you wearing the makeup I got you?! Your acne, it’s out of control-" Ms.Pendragon gave an expected reaction, Eliza had little reaction though George wanted to take Eliza by the hand, call the taxi back and drive them somewhere else.

However, Eliza took her turn of holding onto George's hand to calm him. “Nah, just lipstick is fine” Eliza's words were so simple, yet they shooed Ms.Pendragon greatly as Eliza and George walked into the building where the other women awaited her.

With every kiss on Eliza's bare face, for the first time in a while, she felt pretty. 

#craig of the creek #cotc #eliza cotc #geliza #tiarabow cotc #cotc george #hurt/comfort #acne #fanfiction #ship fic #eliza x george

[neitherfatenorthestars]

rime x MC are the idiotest of lovers (as part of felix x MC x rime)

random fluff headcanons written in the context of felix x MC x rime but focus for this is on rime and mc (until i figure how i actually want to write felix lmao) (gender-neutral MC | a lil spoiler for felix route chapter 13 second paid choice)

banter is so sexy and cute, you can't convince me otherwise like rime and mc are constantly making scathing playful quips at each other, sometimes with felix in the same room trying to read so felix has to tell them to shut up or kick them out (with his heart full of love i assure you)

or you know alternatively felix joins in and the conversational wit in the air grows as dry as a 3-week-old fallen leaf

rime and mc could be at each other's throats (to clarify this is for fun and not like they're actually fighting) and everybody has to watch all that for hours only for them to later find mc sitting on rime's lap while they both whisper and giggle about Secrets they would Never Share and no one (except felix) understands this at all (what do you mean rime doesn't giggle. i promise you he will after his Redemption Arc just watch)

if you're a morning person: waking up in the mornings is lovely and quiet because rime and mc usually wake up first and they whisper-whisper about when to wake felix up while mc has their head on rime's chest and tries not to bump into felix

when they can do it without waking felix up, rime and mc slip out of bed to make tea/coffee to bring back to the bedroom and full disclosure i'm kind of projecting here but i think rime would totally put too much milk in his tea/coffee

whenever rime wears any top that shows off his chest (low-cut, V-neck, unbuttoned, straight-up shirtless suresure etc. etc.) well obviously that's free real estate for MC's face

if your mc is into cooking: rime does all the slicing and dicing. of course. what else is he going to use his knives for on the daily now that he's not DTM anymore (down to murder)

i think about the future of the starsworn a lot. like, what do they do after fighting the big bad LoS? i like to think of it as a fun action series of episodes where smaller random threats come by or maybe they fight monsters for money idkidk will expand on that some other time BUT the point in this post is: the gang fight together,, then MC (who at this point i hope have learned how to fight good) pulls off a cool spell. rime is all teasing like 'i could have done that better' or wtv lmao okay dude and mc is just 'nah you thought i looked so hot. you want to kiss me so bad right now' and rime starts to step towards mc a little threateningly but mc just BOLTS HAHAHA (or they teleport away! if you wanna be extra magicky)

no but okay if your mc is BOLD bold? they teleport right next to rime and kisses him on the cheek before promptly disappearing,, rime is simply fuming while felix shakes from stifling his laughter

rime and mc are always on the lookout for anyone getting hurt in any way,, their healer senses tingle. you get a repeat of the anisa cat scratches shenanigan except now there's two very persistent healers coming after her

with felix: the three of them hang around each other a lot, so felix might be sifting through his books and there's a sudden hiss—papercut! rime and mc are immediately alert and incessant fussing over the wound ensues, for felix it's almost more troublesome than the papercut. almost. (felix not-so-very-secretly enjoys it of course)

i'm gonna call it a day here i am very sleepy let's say this is pt.1

#last legacy #rime solano varela #felix iskandar escellun #rime varela #fictif rime

[neoncrowpen]

Hey Crow, can you write male reader as Tommy's son? not Charles, but maybe his older brother or an only child? Whatever works for you. We know that Tommy was more openly affectionate while Grace was alive, attentive too, but after she died (and I'm referring to his conversation with Charlie inside the wagon after Johnny Dogs took them to Wales) he shut himself off, and buries himself in his work, though he is still calm and warm towards Charlie in the scenes we've seen so far (+his bad health in S5.) That makes me think about reader wanting to spend more time with him especially after his marriage to Lizzie and the birth of Ruby; but then Tommy becomes a politician. Which brings me to this request - what do you think about reader breaking into Tommy's office in the House of Commons, hoping to get some of his attention but it backfires? Tommy yells at him instead and reader tries to explain himself but Tommy wouldn't hear it. I just really need some angry Tommy/dad Tommy content and I really enjoy your portrayal of him in my first two requests. I hope that this one is okay, too.

As you sped off in a good sprint, you thought of your uncle Finn. He had driven you into the city after you lied to him about ‘wanting to spend time with your favorite uncle’. Either you were taking on more of your stepmother’s traits or Finn was the dumbest Shelby in the family. It didn’t matter in the end. You got to exactly where you wanted to be.

You had been studying London city maps for a while and it paid off. Funny how maps worked and told anyone where everything was. It was a new concept that delighted you. Your father would be so proud that you got here all by yourself. Trouble was, how to get inside.

“I’m a Shelby,” you told yourself. “And I can do anything.” You eyed the alley to the side, noting a delivery man loading a cart with food and tea items. Bingo. You easily crawled underneath, stowing away. As your plan worked, a rush of excitement ran through you. The delivery man wheeled the cart inside without noticing his extra cargo. However, you only got as far as a storage room. You watched an aide load a different tea cart.

Dad took tea. He took tea often. It was a good, calculated risk, you thought. When the aide was turned around, you crawled into the second cart. You tucked yourself even further as the aide placed more tea cups underneath the cart. You kept your sigh of relief to yourself as the second cart started to roll down the hallway. You tugged back the thick, white tablecloth to read the office names. Williams. No. Baskins. No. Dick Johnson? You snickered, still no.

And there it was. Thomas Shelby, MP.

Yes.

The aide slowed the cart pass your father’s office. After making sure the coast was clear, you rolled yourself out. The lockpick kit you lifted from Finn earlier proved useful now. It wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. At first, you had the tools all switched around. Then, a few people walked by, and you his yourself behind the second cart again. Frustration started to give you a decent headache until you heard a satisfying click.

“Just wait till Dad sees me,” you snuck inside, leaving the door wide open. “He’s going to be so surprised!” The office was much smaller than you thought. Your dad’s office back home was twice the size. Dusty books and boring colors didn’t capture your attention. The windows didn’t have any curtains to hide behind, so all gray daylight streamed into the room. No secret passageways or nonsense here. You scrambled underneath your father’s desk once you heard oncoming footsteps.

Ah, a perfect place to surprise him. This plan was your best yet. Everything was going so well! You couldn’t wait for your father to come in. He would be so proud of you and your cleverness. This definitely warranted a good reward. Ice cream? A tour of the building? It didn’t matter. All you really wanted was for your dad to tell you how clever you were and smile at you.

You couldn’t remember the last time he did smile at you.

A set of familiar footsteps stopped in the doorway. You heard the distinct sound of a gun clicking into place. It was subtle, but you knew the sound. Last month, your father taught you how to use a gun and why it wasn’t a toy. Your excitement couldn’t be contained much longer. You jumped out from underneath the desk with your hands raised.

“Papa! It’s me! Look! I made it all the way here!” you shouted. As your eyes adjusted to the daylight again, you were not greeted with your father’s smile. Instead, Thomas’ breath hitched, his grip tightened.

“What the hell, Y/N? You nearly fucking—what are you doing here?” Thomas berated you. His hand immediately closed the office door behind him. Your face started to fall.

“I was reading the map of London and I figured how to get here,” you gave him your proudest smile. “And now that I’m here, we can spend the whole day together! Isn’t it great?” You waited for your father to congratulate you. Thomas grabbed the scruff your shirt collar and forced you into one of his office chairs. You winced at his grip. He never grabbed you like that before.

“You’re supposed to be at school.” He sounded angrier than you thought he would be.

“Uncle Finn took me out. I tricked him! You’re right. He is the dumbest Shelby,” you laughed. When your father didn’t laugh with you, yours faded. His eyes glared down at you.

“And did you stop to think that this was a good idea?” His question cut into you. When you didn’t answer right away, he shook your chair, startling you. Why was he so angry? You made a good plan and you executed it perfectly.

“I just missed you,” you admitted. “I never see you anymore.” Hurt flashed in your father’s eyes. You watched him exhale a long breath except no cigarette smoke came out of his mouth. Thomas tucked the gun away. He walked towards his desk.

“I could’ve seriously hurt you. Guns are not a toy, remember?”

“I remember. But, you wouldn’t hurt me.” You mustered a different smile this time. It didn’t matter if your plan was clever or not. You could just settle with being here with him. Thomas dialed the phone on his desk. A new excitement made your heart beat faster. “Are you going to order tea for us?”

“No,” Thomas flatly told you. “You’re going back to school where you belong.”

“What? No,” you shook you head. You jumped out of the chair and rushed towards his side. Your hands grabbed his suit jacket. If you could just hold him really tight, like you did when you were younger, maybe he’ll understand. “I want to be here with you.”

Thomas pulled you off. “This isn’t the place for children.”

“But—

“Stop this right now, and listen to me.” You looked up. This was not your father. This was wrath. His tone felt like a knife sinking into your chest. “You may think this was a clever thing to do, but you’re wrong. This is, by far, the dumbest thing you have ever done. What if someone hurt you? Grabbed you? Would you like that? For a stranger to come and grab you and take you away?”

“No,” your voice broke. You bit your lip down hard. You heard someone knock at the door. An aide tucked their head inside.

“Afternoon, Oswald. If you could please wait with my son outside, his uncle will be by to take him back to school soon.” Thomas bent down to you. He gripped your wrist as if he was hurting you on purpose. “You will not do this again. You hear me?” You nodded. “Say you’re not going to do something stupid like this again.”

“I’m not going to do anything stupid ever again.” Your eyes more drawn to the floor than to the man in front of you. “I’m sorry, Papa.”

As the aide guided you out of Thomas’ office, you went over the plan in your head again. Every single thing you did was thought-out. Every move was deliberate. None of it worked. You glanced back at your father. He ran his hand down his face. The same frown you had gotten used to hardened on his face.

This was your fault. You resolved that he would never smile at you again.

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #imagine thomas shelby #son!reader #child!reader #male!reader #imagine request #fic request #thomas shelby gif #peaky blinders imagine #imagine peaky blinders #peaky blinders

[glitch-pep]

Doki Doki Cartoon Club AU! (A Cartoons in Danganronpa AU)

So, while watching one of Cheesy Bastards streams on YouTube, someone made a "CiDR but its Ddlc" comment. And everyone thought it sounds like fun. Even Cheesy (the creator of CiDR) got a little laugh out of it. And since the moment I saw that, I thought: Hey, it does sound like fun. I wonder if anyone is going to make an actual au out of-

Wait. Wait-

I COULD DO THAT- :D

So yeah, I spend the last month trying to figure everything out and here we are with sprite edits and some info about it.

Although I am proud of how the sprites turned out, there is still some stuff that I want to fix, so these are not completely done yet.

Let's start with the idea I had for this au.

[EDIT: THIS INFO IS OUTDATED! DON'T TAKE IT INTO CONSIDERATION!]

So... You know in Danganrompa when you can play someone's free time event and get like a special hidden event out of it? Like.. When Rantaro painted Kaedes nails in V3 or when the D2 girls were baking together??

That's what I had in mind for this AU.

Dipper decides to spend his free time events with Gaz. This is like.. The 2nd or 3rd time by now. Gaz is playing her game, not wanting to be bothered, but Dipper feels uncomfortable in the silence between them and decides to somehow start a conversation. He asks her random questions, only getting short answers as Gaz gets more and more angry. (Which he is somehow oblivious to.) For the last question he asks: "So.. Did you find anything while investigating?" Gaz, who is about to punch him in the face, stops, gets up, and goes to a shelf in her ultimate lab to get a game from it. She says how this game is different from all of the other ones she has here, and hands it to Dipper.

Dipper turns it around, looks at the colorful pink cover, that has the title:

"Doki Doki Cartoon Club" written on it.

And yeah, that's a rough intro of what I had in mind. After that he basically plays the game in order to investigate it, because it might have some clues, who knows.

And now for the characters in the game itself, what are the ideas I have for them right now and why I even picked them.

Charlotte

-The only good options I had for Sayori were Bubbles, Mabel, Star and Charlotte. I can't choose Bubbles because Blossom already has her role set in stone, and I need all of them to just be friends. Since Dipper is playing the game, he is kind of the MC, so I think anyone with a sane mind would understand why it would be bad if Mabel would be seen as his love interest. And for Star.. Idk I just think Charlotte fits better than Star.

-Her personality is pretty much the same, since she's similar to Sayori.

Jenny

-Out of all of the girls.. She's kind of the most tsundere. She gets mad here and there... She has an ideal hairstyle for the role... Yeah.

-After a while of going to school, she noticed that the girls in her class like to bake and read manga. So she started to engage in those hobbies as well, to fit in with the rest.

-Not completely sure about her personality yet.

Gaz

-She's like.. The most serious girl out of all of the ones I got to choose from.. And she has purple hair, so that's a plus-

-Yuris books are replaced with video games. Yuris tea is probably replaced with soda.

-Not sure about her personality yet.

Blossom

-Do I need to explain anything? You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that she doesn't fit the role I gave her-

Her personality, her hair, her everything just fits-

-Gotta think more about her tho...

I'm not completely sure how the whole story will play out. And also not sure about the.. you know.. gore and scary stuff. They are just kids, I don't have the heart to do anything bad to them, so don't expect a full on massacre. More on that later. Oh and, one last thing. All of them have the dokis accessories, so that you can see who is who. Charlotte has Sayoris bow, Gaz Yuris hair clip... Etc. And I also paid attention to the socks and shoes, so-

That's all for now. This is a big work in progress, and just something I made for the fun of it, so yeah-

CiDR does not belong to me, so go check out ThatCheesyBastard on YouTube!

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[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [13]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 3.0K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Feeling alot better but still not fully recovered, but I'm getting there! I hope you enjoy this week chapter and see you Friday! Happy reading, loves!

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“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”

“Put that down, we have to go!”

“(y/n), didn’t you hear the news? There’s a special guest coming!” one of the girls grabbed you, trying to make you hurry to go somewhere. You were just as confused as some of the girls you were with.

“What’s going on?” you questioned. Everything was running around, the scene so hectic that you couldn’t wrap your head around anything that was going on.

“We don’t have time! Just, come on!” the girls grabbed you by the arm and rushed you into this big room where you usually greet your guests. A huge square table sat in the middle of the room with pillows neatly surrounding it to be used as seats. Small teacups were being set the moment you entered the room and the girls were getting adjusted to their positions. They were making sure that everyone was presentable: their clothes were neat and free from stains, their hair was up and neatly placed. They also made sure that everything in the room was in the right place, right where they should be. Two sets of tea pots were at each end of the table, ready to be served to the guests.

You were about to take your place in line, but one of the older servants took you to the side and make you stand right next to one of the teapot.

“Wha-” you were about to refuse this position, since it’s usually reserved for only the most deserving servants, but was quickly hushed.

“You’ll be serving tea to our special guests,” she quickly explained. “The princess specifically asked you.” God, why you again? As much as you didn’t want to, you didn’t have any room to argue. So you stood there, making sure that your uniform was on correctly and that not even a single piece of hair was misplaced on your head.

“They’re here! Places girls! Be on your best behavior,” the eldest servant ordered and she made herself comfortable in her place right by the double doors. The double doors opened and on cue, every single girl, including you, bowed their heads low to their special guests.

In came the princess first. Not much a surprise there. Without a word, she made her way to the middle of the table where she sat comfortably in her designated spot, purposely leaving a seat open right next to her. Right behind her, came her personal servants who stood behind her. Then, powerful footsteps walked into the room, their presence having an effect on everyone in the room. Their presence was so powerful that it send shivers down your spine. Who was this special guest that carried such a strong aura like that? The guest exhaled deeply, allowing a low growl escape. But something in that growl made your throat hitch and your heart stop. You knew that voice anywhere. But it couldn’t be…

“Presenting: Prince Bakugou Katsuki! We humbly welcome you to our kingdom,” one of the guards announced. They offered him a seat right across from the princess, his rightful fiancée. And he accepted reluctantly.

He sat down roughly and not so elegantly. A permanent scowl remained on his face and all the girls shook in fear. They expected the Blood Prince to cause great fear but experiencing it for the first time was frightening. But not to you. You knew it was all an act. But still, you heart was feeling heavy upon his arrival. You happened to glance up, just to get a quick glance. Was that really him? And sure enough. One leg was crossed while the other was propped up and he leaned back with such carelessness. He hadn’t seen you yet, which was a good thing. He didn’t need to know you were here. You bit your lip to try to hide any emotions peeking through. Taking deep breaths slowly in and out, you tried to regulate your emotions as best as you could.

The Prince’s soldiers traveled close behind him, taking a seat on both sides of their prince. Shit, now there was a higher chance that one of them was going to notice you. One of the ladies nudged you, snapping you out of your thoughts. She was giving you a stern look and moving her eyes to the teapot. Right, you had a job to do. You were too busy worrying about yourself that you forgot that you were the one supposed to be pouring the tea. And you were supposed to do that a while ago and the other girl was waiting on you since you both had to start at the same time.

Snapping out of it, you grabbed the teapot and began pouring tea for the special guests. Unlucky for you, you had to serve the side with Bakugou’s men. Which means that you were about to pour tea for Bakugou. But you weren’t ready to face him yet. The closer you got to him, the more your chest pounded out of nervousness.

It didn’t help that the first drink you poured was for him. He was the very special guest of the day, of course he had to be served first. As carefully as you could, and without sparing a glance at him, you kneeled down to level yourself before pouring the hot tea into his cup. You solely focused on the steaming liquid to further suspicion that you were there.

But Bakugou almost didn’t notice you. He wasn’t even going to look in your direction. But when he saw that fragile hand, he happened to glance up and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Bakugou had to take a doubletake at you. He thought his eyes had deceived him. But after a closer look, he was sure it was you. He felt like time had stopped and all he could hear was the rapid beat of his heart. You took away this breath, like you did every time. The way you looked so concentrated, the way your lips were slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed ever so lightly, eyes twinkling in the sun’s reflection. Breathtaking. Yet he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t say anything. All he could do was watch your every move. He watched as you moved from him to the other guests in the room, gently pouring the tea, careful not to spill a single drop.

You made your way around the room, not noticing the pair of crimson eyes on you. The other girl hadn’t made her rounds yet, which means the princess hasn’t been poured her drink. You took the liberty to continue on and be the one to serve her. As you kneeled down, carefully holding the lid to dispense the hot liquid, the princess side eyed you and smirked. With a swift nudge, her elbow came into contact with your body, causing you to jerk and accidentally spill the tea all over the princess’s expensive and one-of-a-kind dress. Your mouth hung open in disbelief and horror as you realized what you just did.

“I’m-” you began to apologize but you couldn’t finish because of her hand coming into contact with your cheek, a sharp and strong pain immediately took effect. You could already feel your cheek swelling up. The slap was so loud that it caused the whole room to be silenced and all eyes were on you.

“How dare you be so careless!” the princess scolded you, wiping away the excess water.

Bakugou’s eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Suddenly, he was seeing red and rage began to build in him. He put his strong hand on the table with great force and was about to stand up, but a hand stopped him. When Bakugou looked over with fury in his eyes, Kirishima was looking straight ahead, shaking his head.

It was a warning. If he knew what was best for you, then he wouldn’t react. He has to let it go for your sake. Or else you’d get it worse later. And Bakugou knew that. He knew that but… seeing that happen to you and not being able to do anything for you left a bitter taste in his mouth. So he sat back down, feeling useless.

The slap stunned you. You stood there frozen in place, not knowing what to do for a second. But the growing ache on your cheek made you snap out of it. It was your fault. Had you been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have spilled on the princess. Your mistake. Bowing your head apologetically, you retreated back to your place among all the other girls. Your cheek was burning from how hard she slapped you that you made a slight face of agony.

Bakugou saw this as he was still observing you. And it turned his mood even more sour, like it wasn’t sour already. He had to bite his tongue, no matter how badly he wanted to act out.

After that whole ordeal, you found out that the Prince was staying for a bit. You groaned to yourself and thought how much you wish it wasn’t true. Now you were going to be seeing more of him. Oh well, at least you don’t have to talk to him. You’re only serving him, like you should be as a servant. No more, no less. But you know you’re heart was going to break every time you were going to be around him. That part you weren’t looking forward to, but you didn’t have to look or speak to him.

You thought that you were being lowkey about avoiding the Blood Prince. None of the girls had asked you about your relationship with him ever since that first time, but there was one girl who paid a little bit more attention towards you. Her being one of your best friends.

She noticed that you were acting weird, purposely looking away from the Prince or whenever he comes up in conversation. You were avoiding him at all costs.

There were so many instances where you were in the presence of the great Prince, whether it would be serving him or passing by him, and his eyes were always on you. And only you.

You could be the one serving him tea and while his eyes were concentrated on you, you would be looking away. Anywhere but him. You would be one of the princess’s attendants while her and the Prince took a stroll in the garden. And the girls would be talking about them but you were silent the entire time, never looking in their direction. You would either be looking to the side or down at the ground. There are times when you and some of the other girls would be passing him by and you would quickly shut your mouth, looking down at the ground. Again, the Prince’s gaze was always on you. Something happened between you two while you were away on your failed mission and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

The princess was also noticing what Bakugou was going and she was getting angry about it with every passing day. She wanted the Prince to look only at her, not some servant he happened to fall in love with. It was all your fault. She shouldn’t have sent you in the first place. She just didn’t want to get married! But after seeing who she was getting married to, now she couldn’t complain. He was too handsome to pass up, even if he had a bad attitude. Think. What could she do to punish you even more? Then it hit her. The princess smirked because she couldn’t wait to use her new toy on you.

Your friend had also noticed you were acting strange around the Prince’s soldiers. You would always try to avoid them as much as possible. But it was hard when they were staying close to the servants quarters.

You were on your way to do the laundry, hands full with a basket of clothes when you run into the Blood Prince’s trusted soldiers. You were already exhausted with the day’s events. Finally getting around to doing the laundry was your time to relax and have time for yourself. But that mood turned quickly when you saw that familiar red hair. Kirishima, Denki, Sero and Mina had all stopped in their tracks and you did the same. The feeling of shame hit you all over again, and you couldn’t look them in the eyes. You bowed to them, not saying anything and turned around with your basket of clothes. You were so close to the laundry pool. So, so close. It was literally right there. But you decided to take the longer route to the pool, to avoid any conversation or ridicule you would get from Bakugou’s soldiers.

But that wasn’t the case. Their hearts hurt, seeing your pained expression. You were hurt, confused, ashamed, humiliated. They could see it all. Mina wanted to go after you. She took one step but was stopped by Kirishima holding her arm back.

But-” Mina tried to argue but Kirishima gave her a stern look.

“It’s not our place,” he said and Mina backed down, regretfully. Kirishima looked off into the distance towards your direction and sighed. He wanted to talk to you, too. To comfort you. They all did. But they knew the only person who could, was Bakugou.

Kirishima had closed the shoji screen door behind him with a soft click. Bakugou was laying down on his side with one hand propping his head up and one leg bent in a comfortable position, all while fanning himself with a hand fan.

“Your Highness,” Kirishima bowed, greeting his long time friend.

“What is it?” Bakugou rudely asked. His temper had gotten out of control since you left. But the red haired wasn’t fazed at all.

“(y/n),” was all he said to make the Blood Prince halt his every movement. “She is at the river pool doing laundry, if you wish to see her.” Without hesitation, Bakugou stood up and stormed out of there, heading your direction. Instead of confronting you directly, he decided to climb the building and onto the plated roof that overlooked the river pool.

The laundry pool was outside, the water was steaming with hot water. You had taken your slippers off at the entry and walked along the wet, stoned path to get to the water. Several girls were there, also doing their share of the laundry, but you had gotten there pretty late. That was mostly because you were still tending to the princes. One by one, they were on their way back to the servant’s quarters, leaving you alone. Which was okay, because you needed some alone time.

Little did you know, you weren’t actually alone. Bakugou was watching your every move. From how your wash and beat the laundry to you wiping your face, hissing at the pain that was still on your cheek. Bakugou was feeling many mixed emotions at the moment. His heart leapt at the sight of you, but was also heartbroken because of what you did. He didn’t know if he could forgive you but he fucking missed you. He missed you so much. There was never a moment where you weren’t running around in his mind. When he saw how much pain you were in, he had to restrain himself from jumping down there to see if you were okay. Before it got too much for him, he forced himself to leave.

Laundry was exhausting for sure. It was time consuming and required a lot of energy. But it was so late and no one around you, so you took your time wringing and flattening the clothes. No one could bother you. No one could talk to you. You were left to be distracted by your own thoughts. This was probably your favorite time of the day because it was so relaxing. You had saw movement out of the side of your eyes but when you went to look, there was nothing there. You looked again, and nothing.

“Huh,” you shrugged to yourself. You must have imagined it because you were so exhausted.

On your way back, you sighed with fatigue, your back aching from bending down all day. You couldn’t wait to finally hit your not-so-soft bed and turn in for the night. But someone had taken your hand and pulled you aside. It was your best friend who was keeping tabs on you this whole time.

“Okay, spill,” she ordered, hands crossed against her chest.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused.

“What really happened to you when you were with the Prince?” she asked and your face dropped. All of a sudden, now she wants to ask this? Did she find something out? Did someone snitch? But who? She could see the panic in your eyes and sighed.

“You’ve been acting really weird lately. Ever since the Prince showed up. I know you haven’t been 100% truthful. So what happened between you two?” she asked. You didn’t even have to say anything and she could tell. It was all in your eyes.

“You’re in love with him?” she whispered and you bowed your head in shame. “You know you’ll never be together, right? You’re just a servant. Born a servant and will always be a servant. What were you thinking?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what fairy tail I was living in,” you admit.

“Well snap out of it. You might get us all in trouble if you keep that up,” she said before taking her leave.

She was right. Any sane person could see that a Prince, soon-to-be King, would never be with someone of her status. It was a mistake to fall for him. You knew that from the very beginning. Yet… every time you saw him, your heart wanted to burst with happiness. You wanted to be wrapped in his embrace. Feel his lips against yours. You wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to him every morning. You wanted to tell him silly food puns at every chance you got. You wanted to go another hot spring with him, this time without the monkey. You wanted to continue to help those helpless people around his kingdom. You saw a future with him. But that very image crumbled before your very eyes and you were left with nothing. Because like your friend said, you were a servant, nothing more, nothing less.

A/N: I'd love to know your thoughts and if you would like to be added on the tag list! When will (y/n) get a break? Next chapter? mmmmmmmmmmmmmm probs not!

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[givemethatgold]

Fix’er Upper Pt. 5

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationship, swearing, past drug use, alcohol

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes:

Parts ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR

Your injury, and consequential recovery time, couldn’t have come at a better time. The harvest was done and the apples had to rest before being pressed, which meant Frankie was now free to start working on your home. The work didn’t often require more than two hands so the days found you doing menial tasks being his gopher.

“You know,” Frankie had had to explain to you, “Go’fer this, go’fer that.”

This mainly consisted of you passing him tools while he was swearing under his breath in the attic, or groaning after rapping his knuckles under the sink, or white-faced and clinging to the weathervane on the roof. 

You had discovered Frankie’s sweet tooth on the first day of renovations, not noticing until after he’d left for the day that more than half the cookies you’d baked that morning were already gone. Making sure he was kept happy, you had a new treat ready for when he walked in the door. 

He was a coffee drinker though, and while you owned a coffee press you had never actually used it yourself, preferring tea leaves for your dose of caffeine. You’d tried, the first morning, to make a cup for him. You even googled How to Make a Cup of Coffee? to make sure you didn’t fuck it up. 

You could laugh about it now, but the look on Frankie’s face after he’d taken his first sip made you worry you had poisoned him. He had spat the black sludge out and handed you back the mug with a look of bewildered disgust. Apparently, you needed to grind the beans first, who knew?

An efficient, if not quite comfortable, rhythm had been forged between the two of you over the past week and a half. Frankie would arrive at nine in the morning, scarf down half a dozen treats while discussing the day’s projects. You would run to town in his truck (yours was still at the autobody shop awaiting parts) and buy any supplies that would be needed while he set up the worksites and organized the tools that would be required.

You had added popping into the local café for a large coffee for Frankie and a red rooibos latte with almond milk for yourself. The first couple of days you had bought him a brownie too but stopped after he’d only half-finished the first one and mumbled through the crumbs in his mouth that yours were better. It only took you three days before the owner had your order ready for you before you even walked in the door, five days before you noticed the sidelong glances the little old ladies were giving each other as you walked out.

Small towns, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes, had the unique benefit and downfall of everyone knowing everyone else’s business. They’d quit with the hardly-concealed smirks if they knew how awkward working with Frankie was becoming.

You had been sure, in the immediate aftermath of waking up in Frankie’s arms while his truck sat in your driveway, that he was never going to speak to you again. The two of you and hopped out and began explaining away whatever conclusions Jacquie and Mark had made. Then Frankie, without even looking in your general direction, told Jacquie to get you inside and have your wrist looked at. 

To his credit, he had taken care of everything regarding your truck for you. The tow truck came and hauled it to the yard, Frankie had commandeered the inspection report and, after calling them out on trying to swindle you into buying unnecessary parts, had ordered what was needed and paid. 

You had, naturally, argued against this but you both knew you weren’t in a position to afford it. Frankie shut down your arguments gracefully, and broke his apparent vow of silence, with a gruff “I’m just doing it so I can drive my damn truck without you changing the radio station.” The absolute charmer.

It was your damn house, though, so you decided you'd talk as much as you wanted and it would be up to him to interact. Either that or you had music blaring from the radio, never playing his favourite country station purely out of spite. 

Never quite sure if he was listening or not, you rambled on about anything and everything. You explained your vision for the house and the plans you had for a greenhouse in the yard. Memories from your childhood were described in great detail, as were embarrassing stories from your year in college. Baking tips, waxing poetic about your love for sunflowers, interesting animal facts, you'd even downloaded a Word of the Day App and made a game of fitting the words into your daily uninterrupted monologues.

It took three days for Frankie to break.

You had been reminiscing about your trip to Disneyland as a child when he abruptly cut in, voice muffled due to the nails being held between his lips.

"You never talk about it."

You assumed he was referring to the little all-day nap you’d shared in his truck, as it had yet to be spoken of, but were taken aback by the slight accusatory tone.

"Talk about what?"

He took so long to reply, you started to think that he had interrupted purely to shut you up. The silence demanded an explanation though, so you kept your mouth shut and waited.

Clambering down from the attic, where he had been strengthening the trusses throughout the sagging section of roof, Frankie pinned you with his gaze and softly repeated himself.

"You never talk about it. The time in your life when you were married." He must have seen your hackles rise because he quickly set down the hammer and held his hands up in a placating wave.

"You still haven't answered my question about being in the army," was your quick response, finished with an ever-so-mature, "so there."

With a resigned sigh, Frankie twisted his hat around backward and scrubbed his hands across his face. "Come on" -waving you towards the patio doors- "these kinds of conversations require fresh air and a drink."

Reluctantly you followed him outside but rather than sinking down onto the porch swing you opted to lean against the post facing it. Opening two ciders, which you now had free access to, you handed one to Frankie and watched him over the top of the bottle.

Half of your drink was gone and your mind had wandered to greenhouse and flower garden placement before Frankie spoke again. His voice low and quiet catching you by surprise.

"Yeah," he broke the silence with another ragged sigh, "I, uh, I served. Started in the Air Force, worked my way up to Special Tactics Squadron. Made enough noise there to get recruited to Delta Force."

"Oh, fuck," your exclamation was soft with shock "you've seen some shit then." Blast your runaway mouth and its inability to wait for your brain to catch up before blurting out your inner thoughts. "I'm sorry!-"

"No, it's okay" Frankie interrupted, trying to reassure you and remove the horrified look that had come across your face. 

"No, no, that was totally uncalled for. Brad, my um, my husband, he was a Marine. He hated talking about it, said no one liked talking about it. I should have known."

"It's not that," Frankie reassured you again, "You were the first person to ever ask me about it, in all the time I've lived here. Just took me by surprise."

Leaning over in the swing, Frankie pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed you a photo from inside it. Five men beamed up at you. You could recognize them from a few of the photos that had rested on Frankie's mantle, they looked older in this one.

"Tell me about them?" you asked, knowing that most of the request was due to curiosity but a small part of you hoped that if you kept him talking you could avoid the subject of your marriage.

The sun was beginning to set and you'd long moved inside to eat dinner by the time Frankie was done sharing. It must have been cathartic, you mused, for him to bare this much about himself. He had never looked more relaxed in all the time you'd known him, which wasn't saying much and it could just as easily been due to the amount of alcohol thrumming through his system.

The room fell into a companionable silence, each of you digesting the information that had been revealed. You were in awe of the fact that, despite the life of violence he had witnessed, Frankie still maintained his humanity. Even after a messy divorce and lost custody battle, Frankie continued to choose the path of healing. He was clean, was fighting for shared custody of his daughter again, running his own business, and still had found time to endear himself into the town's hearts.

Frankie was, for all his sharp edges and gruff words, a sweetheart.

It put into stark comparison how Brad had reacted to the lemons life had served him. Born into an upper-middle-class home, the only son, doted on by his parents, Brad had been raised into a life where every door was open to him. Despite this, or maybe because of it, he had grown hateful of those weaker than him. He was controlling but had just the right amount of charm to pass it off as caring.

"I've met men like that," 

You nearly jumped out of your skin from surprise. Looking at Frankie with wide-eyed shock you wondered again what the hell was in the cider. This was the second time you'd poured your heart out to a virtual stranger, but this time you hadn't even realized you'd started speaking your thoughts aloud. 

Squaring your shoulders and holding Frankie's gaze you continued, almost challenging him to find someone worse than Brad had been.

"He made me quit college because he said he wanted to start a family. Then berated me and acted like it was all my fault every time the pregnancy test came back negative. You know what that asshole did?" Tears were threatening to fall but you held on to Frankie's gaze, "He had gotten a vasectomy months earlier. I didn't find out about it until after he died; going through paperwork that had been stored in his desk."

Frankie was up on his feet now, pacing around the kitchen island, too distraught to keep still. How could anyone be so cruel? Let alone be so cruel to someone as sweet and pure as you. He hated seeing you cry but knowing you weren't receptive to people being in your personal space, wasn't sure how to comfort you. 

Acting on pure instinct he grabbed the kettle and started preparing you some tea, not allowing himself to ruminate how he knew which flavour you preferred. Setting your favourite pottery mug in front of you, along with the little honey pot, he also decided to grab the fluffy throw blanket off your couch. 

"I get it now," he thought to himself offhandedly, "why women have so many fuckin' blankets and pillows in every room."

Placing the throw around your shoulders he was preparing to say goodnight and let you have some peace but was stilled by your hand reaching up and covering his.

"Please. Stay."

Part SIX

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