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rextasywrites · 3 years

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Aftershow - Leon Kennedy x f!reader

with the help of some tricks and your best friend distracting the security guard, you manage to sneak into the after show of the world premiere of “Resident Evil - Infinite Darkness”. It tells the story of federal Agent Leon S. Kennedy, who, after retiring from his career as a federal agent, decided to tackle acting. Ever since you first saw him in “Resident Evil 2”, you were in love with him and couldn’t wait to meet him. So...what would happen at this afterparty?

hey lads i’m back! i hope you enjoy this piece i have been writing the past few days! hope you are doing well xoxo

Warnings: alcohol, smut, Leon being an ass to others sometimes

Your dress clung to your body, making you feel like some overstuffed sausage. It was physically and mentally out of your comfort zone, but your best friend insisted you looked like a million bucks in it, so you begrudgingly purchased it a week before. “But you look fantastic,” your best friend reassured you when you stood before your mirror earlier that night, awkwardly, tugging at the fabric by your hipsMaybe she was right, but currently she was busy with the security guard to give you the chance to meet your idol and celebrity crush, Leon S. Kennedy. You had heard he’d attend the premiere, and posts on social media confirmed the rumours.Not that you’d ever admit to subscribing to notifications from him, though.

The place was filled with Hollywood executives, actors, and actresses from all over the planet, yet you hadn’t spotted your favourite so far. Maybe he was outside smoking? Busy spending time with fans and writing autographs? Who knew… So you made your way past some gossiping actress towards the bar. A simple Sex on the Beach would calm your nerves. You began to zone out as you sipped on the cocktail- that is, until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“And I thought I had met everyone tonight.”

That voice. That fucking voice. You’d recognize it out of a million, and there he was.

On the barstool next to you sat Leon S. Kennedy, and he was touching you at this very moment.

Before you would answer, you chuckled and took a sip from the cocktail, buying your nerves some more time before you’d answer. “Guess not.”, you said and placed the glass on the bar in front of you. “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

“I’m Leon, but I’m sure you already knew that, nice to meet you too. (Y/N), what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Say, how is it possible that I haven’t spotted you before?”

Uh oh. Quick, think of something.

“Sorry, bad traffic,” you replied, directly quoting a line from his costar in Resident Evil 4. “But I’m here now, and just in time to celebrate you and your new show!”, you smiled and raised your glass, Leon clicking it together with his own beer glass. “Cheers.” You two took big sips from your beverages, Leon’s hand now gravitating towards your knee.

“Say, would you like to join me on the terrace? It’s getting so hot in here.”, Leon said and pointed towards an open door on the other side of the room. The mere thought of being able to spend more time with him made you agree with his idea, and a minute later you two were sitting on the terrace in a porch swing. Leon had bought you another drink. He was such a gentleman, just like you’d always imagined him.. From time to time, people came to congratulate Leon on the success of his new show, wanting to invite him for a drink or more rounds. Yet every time he declined it, saying he already had enough for the evening.

“You weren’t invited, were you?”, Leon asked after some conversation between you two. You had told him a bit about your life, your work, your pets. In return, Leon shared stories of the making of Infinite Darkness, funny bloopers and behind-the-scenes stories you otherwise would never hear. The party had died out by now, it being late and the night becoming colder. Telling him a lie wasn’t an option, so you sighed and nodded. “Thought so. You carry yourself differently.”, Leon said while he lit himself a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the night sky.

“What do you mean?”, confusion was written across your face. Carrying yourself differently?

“Hollywood wankers carry themselves with a confidence that could kill a mortal like us. They think they are invincible, but oh boy they are wrong. You don’t carry that energy about you. You don’t look the type.. How did you get in?”

“My best friend is buddies with the security guard and he owed her a favour.”

“You little minx.”, Leon laughed, taking another drag as his eyes rested on you, taking in your body in this dress you hated, yet in his eyes you were the most beautiful woman in the sea of botox and silicone tits. “If you promise not to spill the whole night on social media, I can show you a whole new world.”, and by the look in his eyes, you both knew the feeling was mutual

The penthouse Leon was renting for his stay in your city was more than just breathtaking. Standing by the front window, you could see the whole city, way beyond the city limits. In the bathroom was, next to a big bathtub, a jacuzzi, and an iced down champagne bucket right next to it. “In Hollywood, money has no meaning. You ever seen Wolf of Wall Street? They weren’t fuckin’ lying when they called money ‘fun coupons’”, he laughed when you first entered the penthouse and your eyes had nearly rolled out. The bedroom alone was bigger than your whole flat, the champagne in that goddamn bucket probably worth more than your rent

“If your eyes get any bigger they’ll fall out of your head!”, Leon laughed as he sat down on the huge sofa, the fireplace warming up the room to a comfortable degree. Yet the dress felt too tight, just ready to be taken off...or was that the alcohol speaking? Leon for the cigar box lying atop the coffee table. He offered you one, but you declined - you didn’t smoke, but the mere view of Leon with a big cigar between his lips, legs spread and dress shirt slightly unbuttoned...it went straight to your core, a view millions of women would kill for, presented in front of you. “Like what you see, little minx?”

“Would it be bad if I didn’t.”, you replied, trying to hide your nerves by being cocky. But Leon wasn’t having any of this. He could see through your mask, trying and failing to hide how badly you wanted to straddle his lap and kiss him senseless, seeing stars and whole new universes. Comes with being an ex cop and agent. No secrets could make it past his eyes.

“Come here”, were Leon’s simple words, yet they had an effect on you and your body, something you'd normally be ashamed to admit. You made your way over to Leon on the sofa and instead of sitting next to him, he patted on his lap. “I want you to be comfortable, and I bet you are the most comfortable on my lap. C’mon, it’s the best seat in the house.”, he smirked and...you couldn’t deny it. His thighs were comfortably big, years of hard training paying off in the form of muscle and rough skin under his suit pants.

You weren’t sure why your head felt like it was spinning - was it the alcohol or the intoxicating smell from Leon? A mixture of his unique scent: whiskey and his cologne, all in a cloud around your nose. You wished you would be able to smell him for the rest of your life. All you knew was that your body screamed for Leon, and his body screamed right back. “Here.”, Leon offered you the glass of scotch he had just poured for himself. “There are three types of liquor. Terrible, not so terrible, or do you want to impress people with your money?”, and with those words, he pressed his lips against yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“And yet, here we are.”

Leon had picked you up after another glass or three of scotch, the way to his bedroom clear. You weren’t sure if it was the warmth from the scotch swelling in your chest or the way his muscular arms wrapped around you, but something in you was one wrong- or right- move away from melting away completely. Your legs were wrapped around his hips as well as possible. The slit on your dress helped you, but suddenly Leon stopped in his tracks. “Are you okay?”, you asked, placing a hand on his cheek, but he looked over the bedroom you two just entered… Suddenly he placed you back down on the floor, kicking the door shut and pushing you against it.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed.”, he smirked , his soft hands moving down your sides, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched you. Your dress felt too tight, the room too hot - you needed to get out of it quickly! Leon watched your blush grow, this asshole smirk still on his lips. “I love how real you are.”, he muttered as he leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, just enough to draw a soft gasp from your lips.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, puzzled. Leon just chuckled, “Haven’t you noticed? It’s all Photoshopped. All the women at the premiere had the same fucking ass. Same crooked lips from the same quack doctor. The same busted Botox faces, everywhere you go. Yet they think they’re hot shit.”, he whispered, hot air against your even hotter skin. “But you...look at you.”

And you did. You looked down on yourself and saw nothing but imperfections. You looked back to Leon with a frown but he just laughed, “Hollywood is suffocating as fuck, but you’re like a breath of fresh air.. Look at you! You even have stretch marks! I haven’t seen real stretch marks since I put my first step into a studio!”, Leon took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he said his next sentence, “And I want you so fucking badly.”

Only minutes later, Leon had marked you up, hickeys and little bites of pleasure and need covering your upper body, whatever part he could reach. The dress was long gone and you laid on the bed, watching Leon unbuttoning his dress shirt. Underneath the white fabric was a body riddled with scars and old, badly healed wounds. Each and every single one could tell a story you were ready to hear, but right now, all you wanted was Leon and only Leon. And he needed you too.

“Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?”, Leon asked as his hands reached behind you, undoing your bra with a simple movement. This man had disarmed bombs before, of course a bra wouldn’t cause him much trouble. “Look at you…”, he repeated once more once your bra was thrown across the room, landing on some random piece of furniture. You blushed under his hungry eyes, him taking in what would be his in mere minutes. “Spread your legs. I wanna taste you.”

You had an iron grip on Leon’s hair, bucking your hips to meet his touch. More, more, more! You needed more! While Leon’s tongue teased your entrance, he used his hand to hold you down, keeping you in place like the good girl that you had been. Well, had been until his tongue first licked up your folds, taking in the sweetness of your juices. Leon had consumed many different liquors in his life, but only your sweet juices could rival ambrosia, sending his drunken mind into another plane of existence.

“Leon!”, you moaned out the moment his calloused finger brushed over your clit. It had been begging for attention, but Leon - that dick - kept on lapping up your juices, sucking and nibbling carefully on your folds. The movements of his fingers were in a steady rhythm with the ones of his tongue, making your head spin once more. He knew how to play you like a fiddle, making you putty in his hands.

But before you could cum, Leon pulled away, his face covered in your sweet fluids and he licked over his lips with an obscene sound and a dirty smirk on his lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you ‘til you scream my name.”

The condom was put on quickly. Magnum, of course. What else would a guy like him need? The first stroke inside of you made you see stars for the third time in less than an hour, what an impact this man had on you. Leon was still inside of you, not moving until you were adjusted to his size, especially his girth. “You okay?”, he asked, to which you gave him a soft nod. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. It’s just… fuck, you’re big..”

Leon’s ego beamed at your words, and once you gave him the okay to continue, it was very hard for him to hold back in any way. You were too tight, too sweet, making him nearly burst on the spot. Instead, his mind wandered...but you were always part of those thoughts.

The wet noises of sex, lust, and unadulterated passion filled the room, along with soft panting and groans coming from you two, a noise as old as humankind. Your arms were tightly wrapped around Leon’s body, leaving behind tiny marks when you needed to hold onto him, your nails digging into his skin. Leon hissed at the stings but fuck, knowing you were marking him up too made him even harder, harder than he had ever been.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”, Leon moaned against your neck and buried his head there for a moment. All you could do was nod in agreement, not trusting your voice anymore. Leon reached down at this, pressing his palm between you two, against your clit. You needed this feeling, you were begging for your release.

“Come on, cum for me.”, Leon growled when he felt the first contractions around his cock. The needy undertone of his voice was the last thing you needed to push yourself over the edge. “Leon!”, you moaned and came around him, stilling in your movements. Leon rocked his hips a few more times before his own release overcame him, spilling into the condom as you milked him inside of you. It felt too good to be true, but Leon was real.

Once your high started to fade and the contractions lessened, Leon leaned in for a quick kiss, stealing it from your open lips as you tried to catch your breath again. You smiled up to him, loosening your grip around him. “That was great.”, you smiled and Leon dropped next to you after pulling out.

In the early morning hours, you woke up to an empty bed. Leon’s side was cold and you sat up, looking around in confusion. Where was he? He wouldn’t leave you alone, would he? Finally, you spotted him on the balcony and you quickly threw on one of the jackets laying around along with your panties.

“Good morning.”, you smiled at Leon, who was taking a drag from his cigarette. He greeted you while blowing the hot smoke out, then held up his arm, offering you a place next to him. You happily agreed, leaning against his warm body in the fresh morning hours.

“I’d love to see you again.”, Leon said after he exhaled another drag, looking down at you. This took you by surprise - why would he? You weren’t special at all, just a mere fan who managed to get into his penthouse suite with a lot of luck and cleavage. He grabbed his phone from the table next to him, offering you the open contact list, “I’d love to take you out on a few dates and such. Spend time with you. What do you think? Wanna give me your number?”

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daverygalskisbff · 3 years

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could we get some allura & lance friendship prompts? i LOVED your other ones btw 💖💖💖💖

HI I'm sorry this took forever I have honestly no idea why bc I adore these two and I ADORE this prompt so my brain should not have shut down the way it did. anywayz to make up for the wait i tried to make this a bit longer than my usual posts :) I hope you like it!

(also, as usual, everything here I came up with myself, and if there's any similarity to someone elses post I apologise and promise it wasn't intentional)

now without further ado,

Lance and Allura!

similar to lance and pidge, the two are decidedly Not close in the beginning

i had an entire thing about how i imagine they became friends at first written out, but it was a tad too long and i didn't want to clog up the post with too much exposition. so instead, let's just skip forward and get into their dynamic after they become buddies :) (however, if anyone wants to see the backstory I would not be opposed)

although he no longer has a crush on her, lance makes it a point to hype her up as much as he possibly can

at first allura was confused, because she thought it was him trying to flirt with her still, but once she understood what was going on she was more than willing to join in

lance when allura completely destroys the training droid: WOWZA ladies and gentlemen of the jury may I present to you the icon the legend the moment herself her royal highness princess allura of altea!!!!! if you thought that was impressive just WAIT till she gets warmed up because this is just the beginning!!! she can even do it in heels-

shiro: lance, please focus, this is really important that we-

allura: no no, shiro, please. let him finish.

they both show their friendship in slightly different ways. lance's way is that he is physically incapable of not humouring the princess

allura when lance shows her his cartwheel: incredible!!!!!!! i have never been more impressed in my life!!! do you think you could do it in heels??

lance: uhhh. y'know princess I'm really loving the faith, but-

allura: :)?

lance:.... what if you don't have my size?

lance fractured his ankle. allura has yet to stop apologising.

allura's way is definitely safer, but it's also a lot more... cluttered. to say the least.

allura, returning from a recon mission with a tiny bag filled with what looks like tiny, glittery dinosaur figurines made of glass: lance! look at what i bought for you!

lance, taking one look at the contents of the bag: wow, 'lurra, this is… so nice of you

allura: lance, are you. are you crying?

lance (definitely crying): what? NO! of course not!! I'm just. allergic, to. uh. oxygen.

allura: what.

allura never had any siblings back on altea, but she always wanted them

this, paired with how much lance misses his own family, means that the two of them kind of gravitate towards each other in terms of siblinghood.

as a child allura would imagine what it would be like to have siblings, but especially a twin. she would fall asleep to dreams of secret handshakes, finishing each other's sentences, and swapping places to trick people

she doesn't realise the brother she has found in lance until a long time after they've become close (how would she recognise a dynamic she has never been privy to?)

this realisation happens on just a random day in the castleship lounge. she is talking to hunk, when suddenly lance, who she didn't even realise was listening to their conversation, butts in and finishes her sentence.

she's annoyed at being interrupted at first, but then what happened sinks in, and suddenly she's fighting off tears. lance doesn't know why she's crying, but he hugs her anyway.

the two of them match accessories a lot

with allura's love of pretty things (and the abundance of stuff in her closet) paired with lance's natural dramatics, nobody else on the team is entirely sure of whether this is intentional or not.

it started off as intentional. it is now second nature.

one decision, however, was completely planned and thought out for exactly twenty minutes, and then deeply regretted by both parties for the next 48 hours

allura pierced lance's ears

now before you get judgemental, you try making a smart decision at two am space-time while very giddy and slightly buzzing on some weird old alien candy that not even your resident alien is sure the ingredients of. then talk to me.

pidge: okay so you're gonna need a needle, ice, and… yeah I'm pretty sure that's it

lance: don't we need a potato too

pidge: … why the fuck would you need a potato

lance: I dunno!!! my sister pierced her friend's ears one time and she mentioned a potato!!! I'm just trying to make sure everything goes well, pidge!

allura: I love these earth customs you two are showing me!! when I got my ears pierced it was done with some kind of laser, but your way sounds much more fun :).

allura: also, what is a "potato" and where can we find one?

it goes about as well as you would expect

the excited buzz on lance lasts about three ticks into the process, and then the screaming starts

pidge (the genius who came up with the idea) gives him some altean taffy to chew on to stop him from making too much noise, and allura, the angel, is babbling right along with him

allura, with tears in her eyes: how was I supposed to know it was going to hurt mine didn't hurt well it was 10,000 years ago and I was very young altean children don't have very strong pain receptors you know, maybe that's why my parents had it done at that age, or maybe your people are just completely barbaric, who thought this would be a good idea?? pidge why did you suggest this poor lonce is in tears lonce I'm so sorry but if it's any consolation at all at least now your ears won't be nearly as hideous as before and you can borrow as many of my earrings as you want except for the sparkly green ones that dangle those are my favourite well they're actually my second favourite I'm wearing my favourite - you can't borrow those either, by the way, but you can have any of the others I promise

lance, also crying and still chewing the altean taffy: hhb, llura yub domf hoff do bologuys, ss long'ss yub sanstsd thu niddle frst

allura (who did not remember to sanitize the needle), now crying freely: I don't understand what you're saying

(pidge records the entire thing)

the next day lance wakes up with ears that are very sore and slightly green, and allura faints

they spend the entire morning avoiding shiro in case they get in trouble and trying to figure out how to get the healing pods to work

lance: what do you mean you don't know allura you literally lived in one of these

allura: I was asleep the whole time!!! don't put this on me!!

lance: don't put- you are the one that pierced my ears, allura, of course it's on you!

coran, who has been watching this entire interaction in silence: oh, I thought i noticed something different about you, number three!

lance and allura: [screaming]

coran helps them set up the healing pod

unfortunately lance has to take the earrings out, so the holes close back up, but fortunately coran just so happens to know how to pierce ears the correct way that they did on altea

lance, after half a day in the healing pod, watching coran advance upon him with a literal handheld flamethrower that shoots lasers: is it too late to go back to the ear infection

coran is surprisingly very adept at the skill of altean beautification (an activity that has a surprisingly long and rich backstory, which lance and allura get an in-depth lesson on for the hour that it takes to do lance's ears properly)

they're exhausted afterwards, but lance looks great, so they're in good moods regardless

they like to teach each other about things from their respective planets - both for fun, and because it helps them feel less homesick

whenever allura is particularly down about the loss of altea, lance will visit her in her room, and the two of them will just lie together on her bed.

they don't say much, most of the time, just link their pinkies together and stare at the ceiling

when they do talk, it's quiet, and always allura who starts it - she might share something she remembers about altea, and lance listens quietly and then responds with something he misses about cuba

it isn't always sad tho - sometimes they just talk about things they remember that pop into their heads, or explain things to each other that they wouldn't otherwise know

at the space mall, they make a game out of pointing things out to each other and trying to guess what it is (allura can only guess when they're in the earth shop, but it's okay because she more than makes up for it in enthusiasm)

lance, holding a my little pony collectible: okay princess. what is this.

allura, completely serious: a weapon

lance: ... close

allura, holding up a set of magnetic heart necklaces to the light: what does… "biffs" mean?

lance: it's "bffs," princess, it means "best friends forever"

allura: oh! you mean like me and you?

lance:

lance: 'lurra what did we say about making me cry in public, we've talked about this-

(they buy the necklaces. obviously.)

they mess with each other's hair a lot

once allura learns that lance's hair is naturally curly, and that he just straightens it all of the time, she makes it her god-given mission to convince him to wear it naturally more often

this mission includes plans such as stealing his hair straightener, "donating" a bunch of curly hair products to him because she "doesn't have the space", and getting keith to say he thinks curly hair is cool one day in the rec room

she still thinks it's the funniest thing ever that that actually worked

other than week-long sabotage plots, they both think it's fun to have lance braid allura's hair

he used to braid his sister's and niece's hairs all of the time, so he has a knack for it that allura did not expect at all but is obsessed with anyway

allura, coming to lance's room a few hours before another diplomatic party: hey..... how yall doin.....

lance, already prepared with a million different brushes and bands: oh my god just get in already

lance and allura have a lot in common

one of these things, they learn very early into their relationship, is that they are both disasters when it comes to pretty girls (and boys, but that's a lance-exclusive situation)

so they become each other's wingmen

they both tend to get… a little too into it

the team: [at a diplomatic ball]

lance, seeing a pretty alien girl looking allura's way and "politely" speedwalking over to her: alluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraallura pretty girl look over there eleven o'clock LOOK she's gonna walk away looklooklook

allura: lance darling thank you so much for your help but I am in the middle of talking to the president

and alternatively:

allura tries to set lance and keith up all the time. at first she was worried she would be overstepping boundaries, but after one particular sleepover where lance spent an entire hour lamenting his "bad luck" she decided to take things into her own hands

this includes, but is not limited to; sending them on supply missions alone together (often), mentioning particular things lance has done to his appearance to keith every time she can, and talking about specific paladin bonds more than she maybe should

lance hates it

keith, walking into the lounge: h-

allura, immediately: hello keith!! help settle an argument, will you :)?

keith: um… okay

allura: lovely! now, tell me, do you think lance looks cuter today than he did yesterday? we can't seem to agree on whether or by he's stunning or simply handsome. what do you think?

keith: uh-

allura: oh, and while I have you, have you noticed that his ears are pierced?

lance, beet red: allu-

allura: what :(?? can't i be proud of my handiwork??

lance, to keith: I am not associated with her

after a week of this keith literally sets up a system where if allura is in a room he walks into he just does a complete 180 and walks back out

one time, at a diplomatic meeting, an alien politician mistook them for a couple and they both choked on their drinks at the same time, and then got offended that the other one agreed that the concept was insane

allura: what happened to being the princess of your dreams, lance?? I thought I MEANT something to you. obviously! i was wrong!

lance: oh yeah?? then why did you GIGGLE, allura. what's so funny, huh?? my good looks??? my charming charisma?? how far out of your league I am???

allura:

lance: okay maybe that last one was a bit of a stretch

another thing lance and allura do is pronounce each other's names wrong

they call each other lonce and allora

it started as lance kind of making fun of allura's accent, but turned into just one of their Things

allura honestly didn't know it was a bit until the habit had been long constructed

#pippa.post #pippa.canon #vld lance #vld keith #vld allura #klance #vld pidge #pippa.ask #vld shiro #i added klance bc i know you like it gia i hope this was up to your standard <3 #vld coran #vld team

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puckyess · 3 years

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You won’t regret it | Pat Moynihan

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“Ten” your friend, Kat says with a smirk on her face.

You vaguely register that her remark is directed at you. “What?”

“That’s the tenth time you’ve locked eyes with Moyni” she says, now nodding over to where he was still watching your group, more specifically, you.

There was a smile on his face and he was still talking to the couple of guys around him, but his eyes never left you. Every time you glanced in his direction that night they had always been on you. But neither of you made a move toward each other. You just continued to share curious looks from opposite ends of the room.

“That is so not true”, you say lamely, turning your attention back to your friend.

Of course she calls you out, claiming that the first time was when you guys had first walked in the door, the second when you were in the kitchen with Mike, then out on the balcony, when Tyce came up and hugged you. She trailed off but she had made her point clear.

You roll your eyes, “Fine, I'll go say hi, but that's it” you tell her. The grin on her face was enough to say she was appeased by your answer, even if it was reluctant.

Taking in a steadying breath and an equally big gulp of your drink, you turn around only to find the boy you were looking for no longer there. A frown settled in your features, a tap on the shoulder has you spinning the other way.

“Hi, I’m Pat” he says, holding his hand out to you.

You look down at his hand with an eyebrow quarked and a hint of a smirk plays at the corner of your mouth. But you extend your own hand nonetheless and it earns a bright smile from him. His hand is warm and as cliche as it sounds, your hand fits perfectly in his. He shakes it up and down and the whole scene makes you giggle.

“You’re laughing at me, what’s so funny” he asks, still not letting go of your hand.

His smile lets you know he’s just teasing and you already feel so comfortable with him. “I’ve just never shaken someone’s hand in the middle of a party” you say motioning to where your hands are still connected.

It’s hard to tell with the glow of the multicolored lights but you swear you see him blush as he releases your hand with a little squeeze. He plays it well, “Well now you have, I’m honored to be your first” he says. and now it’s your turn to blush.

Normally this is where you’d go to look away but something about the way he says it, with a hint of insinuation, a challenge to see if you’ll comment that has you maintaining eye contact as you take a sip of your drink. Who was this guy and how did he manage to have your stomach in knots and make you feel at ease all at the same time?

He asks for your name then and it takes you a second to realize that you haven’t known this man for more than 10 minutes because it feels like you’re already good friends.

“Y/N” you tell him, extending your hand to him with a smirk. He picks up on you mirroring his action from moments ago and tips his head back in an easy laugh that you join him in. You wouldn’t mind hearing that sound more often.

Just as your hands connect once again, one of his teammates barrels over and throws an arm around his shoulders. “Moyni! There you are! We’ve been looking for you” he calls over the noise of the room and based on the eye roll from Pat and the shit eating grin on his buddy’s face, you would guess that his friends knew exactly where he was.

“I’ve been gone for what, all of 5 minutes? Can you guys not handle being alone that long?”

The boy holds his arms up in defense, “Hey don't shoot the messenger, Tyce sent me. You guys are up next”. Pat glances back to where his teammate is waiting at the pong table with a smirk and gives you an apologetic smile.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’ll see you around” he calls as he’s pulled away. The wink he shoots you over his shoulder replays in your mind as you lay in bed that night.

The next few days pass by pretty uneventful, until Wednesday that is. You’re eating dinner with your roommate, Kat when your phone lights up on the table. You have this thing with your friends where if you’re out to dinner, phone’s stay in the middle of the table so that you can all enjoy the present with each other.

You ignore it, listening to Kat tell you about the plans for that weekend. When it lights up again, you give it a look but your will power holds steady and you continue to listen to your friend. When it lights up a third time though Kat pauses and gives you a look. “Who is that?”

Her guess is as good as yours though. The person who normally would be blowing up your phone is sitting across from you. “I don't know” you say honestly.

She rolls her eyes, making a move for your phone and her face lights up when she reads through the notifications. She hums, “It seems a certain Mr. Moynihan has taken an interest in you”

At the sound of his name your hand shoots out to snatch the phone from her, quickly scanning the screen.

3m ago Twitter: @pmoynihan19 has followed you

2m ago Instagram: @patrickmoynihan_ has requested to follow you

2m ago Instagram: @patrickmoynihan_ wants to send you a message

“The boy works fast” your friend chirps, a smug smile on her face.

You somehow manage to hear her over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “It’s been four days, I'd hardly call that fast” you say as you swipe up to unlock your phone.

“What’re you doing?” Kat asks, narrowing her eyes.

The alarm in her voice makes your thumb hover over the twitter app. “I’m following him back?”

She grabs your phone again and you know it’s no use to try and get it back so you sit back in your seat with your arms crossed, waiting for her explanation.

“You can't follow him back right away, are you crazy?”

You raise an eyebrow at her, “and why not? You said it yourself, he’s clearly interested. And if I remember correctly, you were the one who was excited for me 30 seconds ago”.

“Well that was before I knew this was the first time he was making contact with you since the party! You said it yourself, four days is hardly fast. Make him wait a day or two before you follow him back” she says, throwing your words back at you.

You think about what she said and while you hated to play games, you did have to say she had a pretty good track record with these kinds of things. Or at least more experience in this area than you did.

“You know I'm right,” she quips, knowing you’re mulling over her words.

“Fine,” you say finally, “I'll wait one day. But that’s it”.

“You’ll thank me later” she smirks over her wine glass.

“You don't even like Chipotle” you muttered to yourself as you pulled into their parking lot. You were one of the few people who was not a Chipotle fiend but for some reason you had been craving it all day long. And after the day you had been having you made the logical decision to not cook tonight.

Unfortunately, your boss had kept you a little longer after work and you hadn’t been able to beat the dinner rush like you had hoped you would. You let out a sigh, taking your place in line alongside the slew of college kids looking for their fix. With the line moving unbelievably slow, you pull out your phone and answer a few texts and then aimlessly catch up on social media.

“Burrito or Bowl?” the worker asks you and you tuck your phone away, reciting your order.

When it comes time to pay you go to hand him your card but he shakes his head, “You’re all set” he says, sliding your bowl across the counter. “Moyni already paid for you”.

You look down at the shiny silver lid and there’s a simple message scrawled on the lid “hi Y/N :) - Pat”.

Your card is still in the air and your jaw is practically on the floor. “How…”

“He’s over there,” he says motioning over to a table. Your eyes follow and soon you’re walking over toward a table full of hockey players.

When he spots you his face lights up and he removes himself from the group. “I shouldn’t have bought your Chipotle” he tells you and your smile falls. Was this some kind of joke?

“What?”

“I'm mad at you ya know” he continues, but he wears a smile that says otherwise.

He gives you a little nudge with his arm, hands in his pockets. “I followed your socials, why didn’t you follow me back? Did you see my message too?” he asks, completely calling you out.

You can hear some of the guys snickering and you can't tell if it’s for your benefit or his, but it makes you extremely aware of your current situation. Curse your friend for getting you into this, if you had just followed him back last night this wouldn't be happening.

Lie and deny chants the little devil sitting on your shoulder. “I haven't been on social media lately” you offer lamely.

“That’s a lie, you were just on instagram” he states, his smile growing wider. He was clearly enjoying watching you squirm.

Your face starts to flush, getting caught in your own lie. “How do you know?”

He reaches up and taps the side of his glasses with his finger, which you have to say make him look even more attractive if that was possible.

You tip your head back and groan. You were still wearing your bluelight glasses from work. You wore them so often these days that you forgot you were wearing them at all. “You can see the reflection huh?”

His smile is softer now as he nods. “I could see you scrolling from a mile away and still not following me back” he tsks.

“I was advised not to,” you tell him honestly, throwing your friend under the bus.

“By who? It was Kat wasn't it? I'm going to have to have a word with her'' he teases.

“You and me both” you mumble.

He laughs and you’re relieved that he’s not mad or annoyed at your foolishness.

“I was hoping the Chipotle might persuade you,” he jokes.

“Thank you for this” you say, motioning to the bowl in your hand, “I really needed this today”.

A hint of color dusts his cheeks and then they lift into yet another warm smile as he says, “of course. I’ll let you go eat it while it’s still warm”.

You send one last thank you his way and then reluctantly walk away.

“Remember to follow me back, Y/N! You won't regret it!” he calls after you as you walk out the door.

Your friend was going to hear it for this one.

Pat’s words echo in your ears as you get ready for bed that night. “You wont’ regret it”. A cute, friendly, easy going hockey player; he had “regret” written all over him. But there was also something else there, something that made you feel excited and comfortable to be yourself. And that’s what had you throwing caution to the wind when you hit the follow button on twitter and then again on instagram.

You chewed on your lip as you opened his DM and chuckled at his message. It was simple, yet effective.

Hi, I’m Pat

🤝

You type out an equally short response.

Y/N

🤝

The bubbles pop up immediately.

It took you long enough

You shook your head as you read it, the boy was honest you had to give him that. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t throw a little sarcasm in there, chirping his incredibly fast response was a good start.

I could say the same to you

The bubbles pop up again and then disappear and you hope that he catches your sarcasm and doesn't just think you’re being rude.

I could reply slower if that’s really what you want…

You hate that you can hear him saying it, were you really falling this fast?

Not at all.

Yes, yes you were.

You lean against the counter with your mug, letting the warm steam fan your face. “Alright, why are you looking at me like that?” you ask Kat finally.

“Well I was going to say someone’s in an awfully good mood today, but I take it back. You do realize today is Friday right?”

You ignore her comment, but answer her question. “I do, I called off today”.

“And why is that?” she asks. She gets a weird smile on her face like she knows something you don’t and you don’t like it.

You narrow your eyes on her suspiciously. “What’s going on? Do you have something you need to tell me?”

She jumps off the couch, excited all of a sudden. “Do YOU have something you need to tell ME?”

“What? No! Seriously what’s up?”

She practically explodes then. “Were you with Moyni last night?”

You flush at the mere thought of that. No you weren’t with him in the sense that she meant, but had you spent the wee hours of the night talking to him? Maybe.

She catches it and screeches. “I knew it! I told Tyce this morning and he didn’t believe me-”

You cut her off in the middle of her excited rant, “Wait, you what?”

She takes a breath then and backtracks, still pacing around the apartment. “I was facetiming Tyce this morning and Moyni walked in all smiley asking for something and T chirped him asking how he was in such a good mood when he was up so late last night and asked who he was talking to. And boy did he blush like you just did”, she was down right gleeful telling the story.

“Anyway, Moyni tried to deny it, but Tyce was like ‘no dude I could hear you talking through the wall so who was it’. And he wouldn't say. And that’s when I was like wait, I didn’t hear you leave for work today and you never miss so you had to have had a long night and so I told Tyce I bet she was over there last night and now you’re all bright eyed and bushy tailed, like glowing actually and that only comes from one thing…”

By the time she finished her storytelling you were feeding off her energy. “Ok that is so NOT what happened” you laugh at the disappointed look on her face, “But. He DID ask me to come to his game tonight”. You try to act casual but the minute she lets out a squeal, you do too. You can’t believe you had become one of those girls, but you were just so damn happy.

“What?! When?! How?! Ok, rewind, spill!” She finally settles herself on the couch, somewhat patiently waiting for you to dish out the details of last night.

Between the lack of sleep and the adrenaline coursing through your veins all night, your nerves were shot. Pat and Tyce had managed to get yours and Kat’s seats not only next to each other, but with the best of views of both the ice and them. Watching warmups was fun, seeing the guys interact and show off a bit for your own personal entertainment.

The game delivered too. The goofiness, relaxed form the guys had taken during warmups was gone as their competitive sides came out and they battled for the win. Having someone to cheer for on the ice and your best friend by your side made it that much better. You even caught Pat glance up into your section once or twice and you could see that smile even through his cage.

In all it was the perfect night but this side, well you’ve never done this side of it before. You’ve never been on the side that waits for a player after the game. You’ve never been part of that group.

You stood next to Kat as she easily mingled with some of the girls and players that had formed a group near you. You only really knew Tyce and Parker and neither of them were part of the circle.

Groups had never really been your thing, you were more of a listener than someone who could handle the spotlight. You were often talked over or couldn’t really get your words out the way you wanted to so you kept quiet. In your usual friend group it was fine, you still felt part of the group, but tonight not so much.

Everyone around you seemed to know each other and had no problem interacting. You watch as the conversation bounces from person to person until you almost zone out.

That all changes when Pat makes his way into the group. He seems to be looking for someone, maybe even you but your small frame is hidden behind the wall of guys. You catch the warm smile he throws at you across the group of people engaged in conversation and asks if you saw his goal, a moment that you did in fact see and you respond without hesitation.

It’s like he flips a switch in you. You’re no longer uncomfortable on the outskirts with his attention on you. It’s as if there’s not a whole conversation going on around you with the way he talks to you, singling you out in the best way.

He nods his head to the side, motioning for you to follow him. “This is better, it’s quieter and you looked like you could use a break” he jokes once you’ve moved away from the noise of the group.

You grimace at whatever must’ve given you away. “I looked that bad huh?” you tease him.

He doesn't comment, just shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong, I love being around everyone and the energy is great but I also know that sometimes after a whole night of being wound up it can be nice to step away for a bit”

His response surprises you, you weren’t expecting something so honest and sentimental. “Thank you for that. It was a pretty crazy night. Fun, but crazy!”

At that he grins. “The boys were pretty chippy tonight yeah? There’s a little extra bite there when we play BC”.

“I could tell, you were really running your mouth out there”

He laughs, “I was doing no such thing”

“So all that pushing and shoving happened for no reason? You were such an instigator, not saying it’s a bad thing but you should own up”

“Yeah Moyni, own up” Tyce says siddling up next to him.

Pat just shakes his head. “Butt out Tycer you don't even know what we’re talking about”.

“Well of course I don't, how could I when you two wandered off to have your own little conversation” he points out with a smirk.

Pat catches you rolling your eyes at him and starts to laugh. “Relax, Y/N here was just telling me what a loud mouth I have and now she knows I get it from my roommate” he says, throwing an arm around you and pulling you into him, “Isn’t that right Y/N?”

You were very aware of the weight of his arm on your shoulders as well as the heat of his still warm body with yours turned into him. It didn't help the warmth that was spreading across your face nor did the sly smiles from both of your roommates.

“Those weren't my exact words, Pat” you said poking his side.

The movement of him reacting to your little jab has him pulling you further into him to where you have to put a hand on his chest to keep from completely falling into him. You can feel his heart beating surprisingly fast and you look up at him.

He gives you a soft smile and the whole moment is ruined by Tyce making gagging sounds and Kat hitting him. “Ow! What was that for?” he asks obliviously.

She rolls her eyes. “You are such an ass sometimes, Tyce. Let the kids have their moment, come on”. She turns to you and Pat, “You’ll have to excuse my child of a boyfriend” she says glaring at Tyce and pulling him away from you two.

Pat laughs it off, “Well then… What do you say to doing this all over tomorrow for game 2?”

“Hmmm. I think I can swing that”

“You won’t regret it,” he says, giving you a squeeze.

Somehow Pat managed to weasel his way into different parts of your life. What started as showing up to his games turned into hanging out after, going out to party on Saturday turned into nights in, homework sessions turned into brunch dates. You hung out whenever your schedules allowed but less that, there was no contact in between. It left you feeling confused until you were with him again and then you forgot all about it.

“Are you home yet?”

“No, Pat, for the tenth time; I’m on my way home from the gym. You’re a country away from me right now, why do you care when I’m home? Aren’t you supposed to be playing hockey or something?” you tease him, wedging the phone between your shoulder and the side of your face.

“I thought you went to the gym right after work on Wednesdays? It’s like 7 o'clock there now isn't it?” he asks confused.

You chuckle into the phone as you get out of the car and grab your bag. “Should I be worried you know my schedule?”

“You always make me wait after practice to get food with you after your workout on Wednesdays, thank you very much. That’s how I know your schedule. You’re also just a very predictable human” he chirps you right back.

“Stop rolling your eyes at me” he says almost as if on cue.

“Like I said, a country away and you’re still a pain in my ass, Pat” and just like he could see you rolling your eyes at him, he can see your smile too.

“I actually do have to go to practice, there’s something waiting for you when you get home!” he rushes and then hangs up without even giving you the chance to say goodbye.

You sigh as you unlock your door. You really did miss him and you really needed to get a grip. He had been gone less than a week and you were already moping...moping over someone who wasn’t even yours to mope over.

“You want to tell me how you manage to have someone so wrapped around your finger from thousands of miles away?” Kat’s voice makes you jump as she walks into the kitchen with you.

“What?” you ask her confused.

There’s a grin on her face as she nods to the island where there’s a Chick-fil-a bag and a card waiting for you.

“Ohmygod, he didn’t”

“Ohhh, but he did! Now open it, you’re lucky I haven’t read it already”. She’s almost more excited than you are.

You were trying to not get worked up over what the little note could possibly say, but it was hard not to when he had clearly been excited about it all day- and made a point to ask you about it multiple times that day.

“Hi, Y/N, you’re halfway there! Have some nugs for me and remember...treat yo self! I’ll see you soon. - Yours, Pat”

You’re smiling like an idiot as you read the words, his words over and over.

“What does it say? You know what, just give it to me” she says, snatching the small piece of paper from you.

“Awhhhh what does it mean? Halfway to what?”

You couldn’t get rid of the grin on your face if you tried. “Halfway through the week. Pat and I always get dinner after his practice and my workout on Wednesdays to celebrate.”

“Well shit, where’s my Moyni? I’m going to have to train Tyce better. What about the ‘treat yo self’? Is that an inside joke too?”

You shake your head remembering the first time it came up. “He asked me where I wanted to go and for once I was actually able to make a decision and I chose Chic-fil-a because I was craving it. He gave me a hard time about choosing fried chicken right after I had worked out and I waved a nugget in his face before popping it in my mouth and saying I earned it and was going to treat myself. It’s dumb…” you trail off.

“It’s not dumb if it makes you smile like that. I’m just mad he didn’t send any for me”.

“How did he get it here if you didn’t pick it up?”

“He sent Tyce over with the bag and card before you got here” she answers.

“It sounds like it’s Tyce you should be mad at” you point out.

She agrees and runs off to her room to reprimand him.

You sit down with your bag and note and take a selfie to send him. I’m one happy girl. The only thing missing is you.

After you send it, you wonder if maybe it’s too much and then you remember that he arranged for his teammate to deliver you chicken nuggets and a handwritten note simply because it was your Wednesday tradition and you feel like it was just right.

Pat’s giddy mood carries into practice and overflows once he gets back to the locker room and checks his phone for any indication that you had gotten his surprise. He had told Tyce to drop it off and was going to kill him if he didn’t follow through.

When your smiling face holding up both the red and white bag and the little note fills his screen, he can’t help but match your grin.

I’m one happy girl. The only thing missing is you.

- The nuggets are my replacement! At least they can’t chirp you for ruining your workout (;

Haha I would take a few chirps to have you sitting across from me.

- We both know you wouldn’t be able to handle that 😅

Ummm false. But thank you! Tyce is a good messenger

- You didn’t think just because I was in a different country I’d forget about our Wednesday tradition, now did you?

Never.

“What’s got you smiling at your phone like that, Moyni? Could it be your….girlfriend?” Trevor shouts extra loud, making sure the locker room hears him, earning some chuckles and shouts from the guys.

Pat doesn’t embarrass easily, he just rolls his eyes at his teammate. “Don’t have a girlfriend, Z”

The couple guys around him laugh at his denial and Trevor steps in front of him, stomping his foot with his hands on his hips. “Give me the phone, Moyni”

Pat stops untying his skates and looks up to see a very sassy Trevor Zegras waiting on his demand. “Hand it over, Mister Moynihan”.

Pat shakes his head, but hands over his phone. He knew Trevor was immature enough to not let up and honestly he wasn’t ashamed of anything that was said.

Surprisingly he doesn’t broadcast the messages to the locker room like Pat was sure he would. Instead, it was a lot of mumbling as he read through what had his buddy all keyed up.

“Mhmm”

“Yup”

“I see”

Finally he handed the phone back to Pat and clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, buddy. I’m afraid you are one sick puppy”.

Trevor was known for saying things that just didn’t make sense and this definitely made the list. “Dude what? That’s what you got from my messages? Were you looking at the right thing?”

“Yup. One love sick puppy” is all he quips before walking away

You had been on pins and needles all day and you knew exactly why- the World Juniors final roster was supposed to be announced anytime now.

You knew in your heart that Pat would make the team but it would make you both feel a helluva lot better if you could see it in writing, this year especially. Not only had he not made it last year but you swore every other day you saw someone was getting sent home because of the virus. It didn’t make dealing with the waiting process any easier.

In the few texts and facetimes Pat had been able to squeeze in since camp started, you both carried positive energy but you could tell he was holding back. He would light up when he talked about the guys and odd little activities they were required to participate in like superlative voting and bob ross painting nights. You knew he was having a blast being back with his old buddies, especially after all of the quarantine and protocols they had to go through.

There was something else there though whenever you brought up how he was doing personally. Pat was a positive guy, the glue guy of the locker room. He liked to keep things lighthearted and loved to make everyone around him smile. So when his own smile doesn't quite reach his eyes you know something is up.

“You’re holding out on me, Pat. What’s up?”

“Nothing’s up, I just missed you”.

“I know what you’re trying to do here, but telling me you miss me is not going to distract me from the fact that you keep dancing around my question,” you try to give him a little grin but the way he’s acting makes you worry.

“Do you know when the roster comes out?”

He lets out a sigh and rolls over from his back to his stomach, hugging the pillow and propping the camera up again. His hair is adorably messed up and his glasses make him look incredibly soft and boyfriend like. You almost forget you even asked him anything as you memorize him through the screen until his voice cracks through the silence.

“I don’t know if I want to know when it comes out” he admits.

His answer confuses you. “Why would you not want to know?”

“Because then this all could come to an end and I don't want it to end”.

Your eyebrows furrow and you frown at him. “What do you mean, Pat? All of what and why is it ending?”

“This”, he says motioning with his arm, as if that’s supposed to help you. “Camp, the guys, this team. I don’t want it to be over”.

Your expression softens when you finally realize what he was talking about and it breaks your heart.

“Pat”.

“What if I don’t make it again this year, Y/N?” he asks quietly, almost as if he’s afraid if he says it too loud it might come true.

“Come on, Pat, you know that’s not going to happen. You’re going to make the team.” You don’t know how you can convince him to not doubt himself because if you were being honest, you had thought he was a lock to make it last year, before you even knew him, and he had been cut.

As if hearing your thoughts he says, “yeah, but I thought I would make it last year too and that backfired and there’s even better players here this year”

“Where is the confident guy that stuck his hand out in the middle of a party to introduce himself? The guy that has a smile or a smirk on his face 100% of the time? I miss him. You’re allowed to have doubts and worries, but not on this. I won’t have it. You are going to make this team Patrick Moynihan, I believe in you bub”.

He’s silent for a moment too long and you think maybe you stepped over a line somewhere, but then that smile that you love so much makes an appearance.

“Wow, you’re going soft on me, Y/N”

You roll your eyes, but your grin matches his, “As much as I said I wanted to see that smirk of yours…”

At that he lets out a chuckle and your Pat is back. “Really though, thank you. You make a pretty good glue guy with that pep talk.”

“That’s what I’m here for. Now get to bed, Mister. You’ve got a big day tomorrow”.

Apparently your speech had worked because he says, “Call me tomorrow, you wont regret it”

Exactly 12 hours later you’re impatiently doing just that. “Come on, Pat, answer your damn phone”.

“Did you need something?” and even almost 3,000 miles away you can see the way the right side of his pulls up into a smirk that drives you crazy.

“Do you have something to tell me?” you drawl out, despite the burst of energy you had.

He hums in response. “Nope. Can’t think of anything”.

“Pat you made the team!” you practically scream into the phone, too excited to play his games. You chant it as you jump around your room, probably pissing off your downstairs neighbors to no end but you didn’t even care.

He laughs at how excited you are and you can hear how much lighter it sounds from last night.

It’s like he reads your mind because he says, “you’re going to royally piss off your neighbors if you keep jumping around like that”

“I don’t care, you made the damn team, Pat! I’m so happy for you, so proud of you. I hate that I can’t actually be there with you”. And it was true. You hadn’t noticed how strong your...whatever it was with Pat had grown, how close you two had become until he was gone. You hadn't even been apart from him for 2 weeks yet and yet you’re pretty sure you missed him the second you sent him off on his way to Michigan. And now that he made the team, you wouldn't see him for at least another month.

“I know, I wish you were here with me too. You’d love it here.”

You’re surprised at his admission, you had expected him to chirp you for being soft again but his comment was anything but and you have to pull yourself together because you absolutely cannot let him see you tear up or he would definitely deliver on that chirp.

“Well as much as I want to see you, I better not see you until next year”

He scrunches up his nose at that. “It sounds so long when you say it like that”. It almost sounds like he’s whining and for once you actually love the sound of it.

“You better bring me a souvenir too. I like gold in case you were wondering”.

“I’m sure you do”

“I can always ask Zegras” you tease.

“You’re lucky you’re a country away from me, Y/N” he threatens and you swear his voice is three levels deeper but you try to not let him see the way it’s affecting you.

“And what is it exactly that you’d do, Pat”

“You’ll see. You might want to take it back though, you’ll regret it if you don’t”. His words are a contrast to the ones he left you with last night, a promise and a threat all rolled into one.

Missing Pat made the anticipation for World Juniors that much better. The content that USA was pushing was something you looked forward to seeing everyday. You loved getting a glimpse into the guys Pat had history with and could see why he had formed such a bond with them.

The newest little piece of the team media was an interview from Landon Slaggert. With him being Pat’s roommate for the duration of their tournament, you had gotten to know him pretty well. He would usually pop into Pat’s facetimes and give him a hard time for a few minutes before giving him the room.

The interview was pretty standard, asking a little bit about his draft experience, the hurdles of the college season, college in general, but then it turned interesting.

“So what’s one thing you learned about your roommate, Patrick Moynihan, that you didn't know before having spent so much time with him in this setting?”

Slaggert gets a big grin on his face and now your interest is piqued.

“Well I knew him pretty well before since we were teammates in the NTDP program, uh but I probably figured out that he’s more of a girlfriend guy than he is a single guy. He likes having a girlfriend, so that’s one thing I learned about him”.

To say you were not expecting to hear that response was an understatement. Your jaw fell on the floor and your heart followed. Girlfriend guy? Who the hell was his girlfriend. You didn’t know whether to feel pissed or sad, but settled on hurt.

You shook your head at yourself and willed the tears welling in your eyes to go away. You should’ve known that after months of being with him and never actually being with him that he was never yours. This information shouldn’t even affect you, much less hurt you and yet it did.

The worst part was he hadn’t even told you about her. You thought you would at least give yourself credit as being an important person in his life, someone that you at least had shared almost everything with. And he hadn’t bothered to share this huge part of him with you. The more you thought about it, the more worked up you got.

It’s like he could sense he was in trouble because your phone lights up with his face. You’re in no state to talk to him, so you hit ignore. He was persistent you had to give him that as he gave it five more tries followed by a slew of text messages that ranged from “why are you ignoring me” to ok “im getting pissed”.

Hah. He was getting pissed, what did he have to be upset about. He finally gives it a rest even though part of you wishes he hadn't.

The words “you won't regret it” taunted you. You knew better and played with fire anyway.

“Damnit Pat'' you curse him as he stumbles and loses the puck. It seemed that every time the puck was anywhere near his stick tonight he’d turn it over. He wasn’t himself out there. He was trying to overcompensate in all the wrong places and it was noticeable.

With no fans in the stands you could hear him getting an earful when he hopped back over the boards. “Next shift Pat, next shift” you mumbled like he could hear you.

The period couldn’t end soon enough after back to back unanswered goals from Germany. You watched as the boys made a beeline for the locker room, one in particular making your heart squeeze as he hung his head.

As mixed up as you were about your emotions for him, he was still one of your closest friends and you knew he was blaming himself for the mistakes that had led to chances and goals. He was normally the guy to lift everyone up and keep them focused on the prize. You knew better than anyone how his energy affected a room. It was hard to see him like this, you only hoped he would find it in himself to get through the last period.

With your heart in your throat, you willed the third period to be better for him. It could have been worse but it still wasn't pretty. He was only in the box once but he didn't see the ice too much after that. You didn’t really blame the coach on that one with Pat playing more as a liability tonight than someone who could help them win the game. Regardless, you saw the way his shoulders slumped on the bench despite doing his best to congratulate his teammates.

Luckily USA ended up pulling out the win. As selfish as it was, you felt like you had something to do with the way Pat played tonight and you knew you needed to fix things with him. It was unfair for you to ignore someone who had no idea there were unsaid expectations.

When the phone rings more than the usual three it takes him to answer, you begin to worry.

“So now you want to talk to me? Save yourself the lecture, Y/N I'm not in the mood.”

You knew you deserved it, but it was the first time he was anything but nice to you and it made you flinch.

He sighs. “M’sorry, I’m just not having the best time lately” he apologies.

You can hear how tired he is and you would bet that he's running his hand through his hair and over his face.

“Does it have anything to do with the game?”

His end of the phone is silent. You knew he didn’t necessarily prefer to talk about losses even though they claimed his brain.

“I didn't think you’d watch the game”

“Well you must not know me then. I’d never miss one of your games”

“Even when you’re mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, Pat. Not at you anyway.”

“Well you could’ve fooled me. Who are you mad at then if it’s not me? Because you’ve been completely ignoring me and I don’t even know why. I don’t know how I’ve managed to piss you off 3000 miles away”

“I’m not mad at you, Pat! You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m mad at myself.”

His mood instantly shifts when he hears that. He’s always been such a good listener and shoulder for you to lean on.

“Why is that? What’s going on honey? Hang up the phone and Facetime me. I need to see you.”

Hearing the pet name makes your heart ache even more than it already does and makes you equally as confused. You have to pull the phone away from your ear just so that he doesn't hear your sharp intake of breath as you grasp for any kind of solid ground, your head spinning. Your phone begins to vibrate against your chest like it’s trying to soothe your heart.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me. Are you okay?”

For the first time since meeting him at that party months ago, you can't bring yourself to look at him.

Even without seeing his face you know his lips are turned down into a frown and his eyes are full of concern. The loaded question hangs in the air, waiting to tip the balance of your life and this relationship. How could you be okay when the person you felt the most for had someone else, someone he hadn't even bothered to tell you about.

“When were you going to tell me you had a girlfriend?” you ask him, trying to muster a smile for his benefit but there’s so much hurt in your voice and sadness in your eyes that there’s no use.

You expect him to play it off, act like he was going to tell you all along. What you don’t expect is for him to turn red and start scratching the back of his neck. And suddenly you have a very bad feeling. If he was acting like this, it must be more serious than you thought.

“What? What girlfriend would you be referring to now?”

He’s acting goofy and it’s not adding up. Your eyes narrow in on him through the screen. What was he up to?

“The girlfriend that was mentioned by your roommate in an interview? Are you seriously going to keep lying? It’s bad enough that you didn’t tell me about her in the first place”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come again?” He still had that stupid look on his face like he was in on some big secret and it was really starting to aggravate you.

“The interview of Landon that USA posted. They asked him if he learned anything new about his roommate and the first thing he came up with was how you’re some big girlfriend guy, Pat. So cut the crap, who is she?” you deadpan.

He scoots closer to the camera, still with that smug look and says “He did what now?”

Apparently you had to spell it out for him. “Do you have a girlfriend or not, Pat? Why are you dancing around the question?”

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend. Yet.” he tells you, rocking back in his chair.

Now you were more confused than ever. “What?”

“Unless you want to change that?” he pauses, waiting for you to connect the dots. “You see, I’ve been waiting and waiting on this girl to finally give me a chance but I couldn’t tell if she was interested in me. Until now, when she’s 3000 miles away from me and is pissed over a comment Slaggs made in an interview about a girlfriend that I don’t even have.”

You knew he was saying words and all the right ones too, but you just couldn’t comprehend what he was actually saying. So you echo the only word your brain seemed to know, “What?”

“It’s you, Y/N! You’re the girl.” he laughs.

“But….since when? When did you know?”

“Since the night I shook your hand at that party. All the guys knew I had the biggest thing for you, they’ve been giving me a hard time for not making a move.”

“That was the first night we officially met” You said finally putting it all together, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know how you felt and we were good friends, I didn’t want to mess that up” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.

You sit back in your own seat now and take in all that he’s revealed in the last few minutes. This much you could understand because it’s exactly why you hadn’t said anything yourself.

“So Slaggs outed your secret huh” you tease him and he’s relieved to see a smile finally grace your face.

“I really didn't know about the interview, but I guess I’m going to have to thank him for that later”

You raise your eyebrow at him and even in another country he can see the troublemaker gleam to your eyes. “Thank him? You think this ends well for you, bud?”

He looks way too smug for your liking, “Of course it does, I’ve finally got the girl of my dreams and I’m on my way to a gold medal”

“And what makes you so sure that I’m yours”

“Just say yes, Y/N. You won’t regret it”.

#pat moynihan #trevor zegras #providence college

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Kids Of The Future (Chapter 2)

Mini-Series

Summary: After time traveling from the apocalypse in 2019, a surprise waits for Diego and Y/N as they arrive at Dallas, Texas circa 1960.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader, Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word Count: 1.7k words

Warning: mention of violence, mention of sex, mention of trauma

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'You did awesome today! See you next week buddy!' I high-fived my student, then waved goodbye to him as he ran off to his mother. It was days like this when I was okay with my life after getting sent to the 60s, when I see the smile on the children's faces.

After discussing with Diego on how to live our lives while we wait for our siblings, I had a plan on how to make money for us and the baby. Using our powers and our previous training to our advantage, we decided to run a small Karate gym.

The first few months, we lived in the abandoned tv shop we found a few blocks away from the alley we were dropped into. Once our money started settling in after teaching a few kids, we got a small apartment and eventually turned the abandoned shop into a Karate Dojo.

Diego and I used to take turns teaching, while one was at the dojo the other would watch the baby at home. Eventually, I got used to running the dojo myself and Diego became really attached to the baby that he decided to be a stay home dad.

After cleaning the gym, I grabbed a few groceries before heading towards our apartment. As I opened the door, I saw our cute baby turning her head and grinning widely as she saw my face. 'Mama!'

'Hey baby!' I walked over to her and picked her up, kissing on her cheek multiple times. 'Were you good for dad today?'

'Yess!' She giggled, wrapping her small arms around me for a hug.

'Ah no Bel. Don't lie to your mom like that.' Diego said without turning around, concentrated on cooking our dinner for the night. 'I didn't forget the temper tantrum you pulled before nap time.'

Belinda widened her eyes, as if she got caught. She then buried her head into my chest. 'No.'

'Just remember one more strike and no park tomorrow.' Diego flashed a sarcastic smile at her as he brought our plates to the table.

I softly laugh, seeing how adorable Diego and Bel's relationship had become. It was crazy to think that he used to be so opposed to taking care of her. He now loved her so much just as if she was his own daughter, Diego would never let anything happen to her.

Setting Bel down in the high chair, I put the grocery bag on the counter to place all our food into the fridge. Diego turned around, 'Just leave it there. Come eat.'

'It's just a few things, besides I might forget later on.'

Diego got up, wrapped his arms around me from behind as he rested his head on my shoulder. 'Food is going to get cold.'

'You know the last time you did that, we end up missing dinner?' I chuckled, 'And Bel is sitting right there.'

'Ah, I can control myself missy.' Diego squeezed me tightly. 'Maybe.'

'Let's eat mama!' Bell yelled and laughed from behind us.

Diego smiled as he kissed my cheek. 'See? When I hear her voice it's back to reality.'

Playfully rolling my eyes, I finish putting everything away from my grocery bag. 'And if she was asleep, it'll be a different story.'

'Hmm, I guess you'll never know.' We both sat at our seats, watching Bel already finishing half of her spaghetti in her bowl.

'Dad makes good spaghetti huh? Better than mom's.' Diego grinned widely before taking a big first bite.

The three of us laughed and cheered, sharing the events that happened today while we finish our food. If I would've guessed what would've happened after Five saved us from the apacolypse, this would have never crossed my mind.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss my family. Everyday I wouldn't go to sleep without my siblings crossing my mind. It was really nice though, to have a family of our own without thinking about the apocalypse or having to deal with our powers and the bad guys.

We were finally a normal family, just like I always dreamed of since I was a little girl.

As all of us finished our dinner, Bel asked for dessert that she always looked forward to every Friday; ice cream. Except today, we had none in the freezer and I totally forgot to buy them at the grocery store.

Bel was excited, knowing that no ice cream in the freezer meant we get to go to the ice cream parlor. Not only was she able to get her favorite dessert but being able to run around outside excited her so much; even though she knew well not to run if were not at the park, outside always made her extra happy.

We walked a few blocks from our apartment, Bel in between Diego and I as she held each of our hand. She would attempt to pull us, knowing exactly where the ice cream parlor was.

'Hey, hey! Relax buttercup. Dad is too tired to run.' Diego exhaled, shaking his head as the hyper child jumped up and down. 'Why do you always want to run so much.'

'She's a kid, that's all we wanted to do right?' I laughed as I held onto Belinda's hand tightly. 'Instead we were trained at her age, it's crazy to think that dad made us do that.'

Diego shook his head, 'He was never a dad. Reginald was some man that took us in, nothing else. We were never family and just some roommates that shared a big, lonely house.'

He wasn't wrong when he said that; that "The Umbrella Academy" was just some big joke and Reginald used us for some showcase to brag to the whole country. Whatever he wanted to prove better have been worth it after ruining our lives.

Something did come out of being a part of the Hargreeves; I got to meet Diego and the rest of my siblings, the people who were really important to my life.

As I was in a deep thought process despite us walking towards the ice cream parlor, I got distracted as a familiar voice called for my name.

'Y/N? Diego?' I heard someone call us from behind. 'It's... it's really you guys.'

We both turned around, eyes widened as we saw someone we haven't seen in about three years. 'Allison...'

She ran up to us, practically throwing herself at us as she grabbed onto me and Diego tightly. 'Wow. I-I can't believe it.'

'You don't know how much I missed you Allison.' I hugged my sister, tears starting to roll down my eyes as I couldn't hold in my emotions.

'Mama, why are you crying?'

Allison's facial expression changed, releasing me as she looked down between Diego and I. 'Uhm, did she just call you mama?'

Diego chuckled, 'Really? You see us for the first time in like three years and that's the first question you ask us?'

'Uhh yea. You two had a baby!?' Allison's jaw dropped. I knew she needed a seat because the way she was surprised, she looked as though she was about to faint. 'She-she's not even a baby. She's like three... four...'

My face turned red, not even thinking about the possibility that our new addition to the family was slightly complicated. Especially with the complicated relationship that Diego and I had going on, I knew Allison was really confused.

'She's uhm... uhh.' Diego nervously laughed, not knowing the right words to say in front of our child.

'My name is Belinda! Are you auntie Allison?' She smiled so sweetly, waving hello to her.

Allison kneeled down to Belinda's height, smiled at her niece. 'Yes, I am. Nice to finally meet you sweetie.'

Diego grabbed Bel's hand, reading the queue that Allison and I needed some catching up to do privately. 'Come on. We're almost at the shop!'

'I'll be right behind you, okay?' I smiled as Diego and Belinda walk a few more steps up the street than into the store.

Quickly, I looked over to my sister and sighed. 'Ah, about tha-'

'How did you and Diego have a child already?! I mean, she seems like she's about three so you two obviously did not waste any time.' Allison started blabbing, panicking as she tried to analyze the kid situation in her head.

'She's not our child, uhm biological at least.' I clarified, 'We found her by the dumpster when Five threw us into the alley.'

'A dumpster? Wow poor thing. No one ever came looking for her?' She sympathized, understanding why I decided to take her in.

I shook my head, 'Nope. Nothing. We haven't seen a missing report about a baby so we decided to take care of her, I mean who knows what a foster family would do.'

'It's really nice of you two to do that. I'm surprised Diego was in on the idea.'

'Yeah, he wasn't happy about that at first. But he got attached to her pretty quickly.'

Allison giggled, 'So you two seem to be getting along. In fact, so well that you guys decided to play house.'

'Okay, okay. For your information Allison, we're not even dating or anything. It's complicated.'

'Complicated how? You've been stuck here in Dallas for nearly three years and he hasn't asked you out yet?'

When she put it like that, it made me think to myself for a bit. We've definitely done stuff that people who are more than friends do, but I just went with the flow. To me, it was nothing to it.

I knew Diego cared about me and I cared about him. Our priority was Belinda and we were too occupied about taking care of her to even slightly think about our relationship.

'Wait-' Allison paused, backtracking a little to our previous conversation. 'Did you say you two were in an alley?'

'Yeah, we fell pretty hard actually. Damn I swear that fall ruined my hips forever.'

'Klaus said he landed there as well, and I landed there too.'

'Did you say Klaus? You've seen him? He's here?' I got excited, it's been so long since I've seen everyone and I've missed them all so much.

Allison smiled, 'Yeah. He's crashing at my place actually.'

'Wow... I...' It was hard to believe we were slowly reuniting again. Seems as though Allison only knew Klaus' whereabouts, otherwise she would've mentioned the others by now.

Even if we weren't sure where Luther, Five and Vanya were it was nice to finally see a familiar face after three years. Nothing was more exciting than seeing your family once again.

#tua fics #the umbrella academy fics #diego hargreeves x sibling!reader #diego hargreeves x reader #n.8!reader #number eight!reader #number eight fic #diego hargreeves mini series #hargreeves x sibling!reader #hargreeves x sister!reader

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raindancer2004 · 3 years

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Blended Family

Word Count: 3,541 Demetri x OC - Part Seven Warnings: Fluff

Demetri has a day off and decides to spend the day with Ellie “Hey buddy, I just wanted to let you know that I’m having a Daddy and Ellie day today” Nico nods “Like how Mummy and I have days where it’s just us?” “Exactly buddy. My next day off will be a Daddy and Nico day ok?” Demetri replies “Ok Daddy. Have fun” Nico replies with a smile “Be good for Daddy Ellie” Nico says softly as he kisses her cheek and she smiles back and babbles at him.

Demetri wraps Ellie up warm and takes her to the park, sitting on a swing with her on his lap, swinging back and forth gently, eliciting little giggles from her “Having fun princess?” He asks low in her ear, she turns to look at him and babbles at him smiling “Good, so I am” He replies smiling back at her, kissing her cheek. After an hour or so they return to the castle and make their way to his and Sophie’s room, grabbing a book from the bookcase he sits on the bed with Ellie on his lap and reads to her until she falls asleep in his arms “I love you Ellie” He says softly and places a kiss to the top her head.

A few days later Demetri spoke to Felix about his relationship with Sophie “How are things between you and Sophie now you’re engaged?” Felix asked “Things are great. I know I can’t give her the big white wedding but I can give her forever. I remember when I was human that marriage was important and it still is today and I wanted her to have rings to prove that I meant forever” Demetri replied “You old romantic you” Felix said and Demetri chuckled a little “I waited a very long time to find my mate…” “I still can’t believe you didn’t realise what she was to you when you met her on the plane” Felix interrupted him shaking his head smiling “I’m glad things happened the way they did because I have Nico and I wouldn’t be without him. In fact, I was looking forward to spending forever just he and I and then thanks to one afternoon in the park Sophie and Ellie entered my life again and everything changed and for the better. I have a beautiful family of my own to love and protect forever” He replied “I know you think of Ellie as yours and Sophie thinks of Nico as hers, but have you thought about having baby with Sophie?” Felix’s tone was a bit more serious now “I have thought about having a baby with Sophie and would love a third child but the time isn’t right to have that conversation with Sophie and Ellie is still so young and Nico is growing so fast I just want to enjoy them growing up for now…but never say never” He answered honestly “Who knew you’d make such a good dad?” Felix said smiling “Thanks…I think” Demetri replied.

Nico had overheard the conversation between his dad and Felix and got upset and ran to find his mum. He found her in the library curled up on the sofa reading, Jane having borrowed Ellie for the afternoon. Nico climbed onto the sofa beside Sophie and snuggled into her and she could tell something was wrong “Sweetie are you ok?” Nico shook his head “I don’t want to lose you mummy” He started crying and Sophie dropped the book and wrapped her arms around him “You aren’t going to lose to me, I promise. It was just a bad dream” She replied “It wasn’t a bad dream. I-I heard daddy talking to Uncle Felix…” “Ok…what did you overhear sweetie?” Concern clear in her voice “Felix asked daddy if he wanted to have a baby with you and daddy said that he would love to have a baby with you” Sophie then realised why Nico was so upset “I don’t want to lose you mummy, Ellie doesn’t want to lose you either. We love you so much” He added “Oh sweetie, I love you and Ellie very much and I’m not going anywhere. You and Ellie are still so young and I’m not ready to have another baby so I will talk to daddy and everything will be ok” Sophie placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead, wiping his tears away with her thumbs “Ok mummy” Sophie pulled him onto her lap and held him in her arms. She needed to talk to Demetri and they needed reassure Nico together that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Sophie spent the remainder of the afternoon with Nico in his and Ellie’s room, they coloured in some pictures in his new colouring-in books, Sophie noticed that Nico sat as close to her as possible “Having fun sweetie?” “I am mummy, are you?” Nico looked up at her smiling “I am” She leant over and kissed his head. Demetri entered the room holding Ellie “How are you two doing?” Demetri asked as he took a seat on Nico’s bed “We’re having mummy and Nico time” Nico replied before Sophie could answer, not looking up from his colouring book “Oh ok. I didn’t realise buddy. I will take Ellie across the hall into mine and mummy’s room. We’ll see you in a bit” Demetri replied looking at Sophie, an eyebrow raised “I’ll explain later” Sophie mouthed to Demetri, who nodded. “You still upset with daddy?” She asked him quietly “Maybe” Nico replied low “Ok. Remember what I said I’m not going anywhere. You are stuck with me forever” She said as she started to tickle him, Nico’s laughter filling the room “Y-you pr-promise?” He got out between giggles “I promise” She lifted him onto her lap and hugged him tight “I love you” “I love you too mummy.”

Later that night once Nico and Ellie were in bed Sophie had a talk with Demetri “We need to talk Dem” She said as she sat on the sofa “That doesn’t sound good” “It isn’t, I’m not going to lie” She replied and watched how his face suddenly showed a sad expression, his eyes showing that he was nervous about this conversation “What do you want to talk about? Have I done something wrong?” He asked unsure if he wanted to hear the answer ‘has she changed her mind about us, about being with me? What about Nico and Ellie?’ multiple questions running through his head “Yes, you have, although I know you didn’t mean to but…” “But what? What did I do?” He cut her off and reached out to hold her hands “Tell me…please” “Nico overheard your conversation with Felix this afternoon...” She paused to see if he could work out where the conversation was going, only he didn’t answer “The one you had about you and I having a baby together…” She continued, trailing off as she saw realisation wash over his face followed by shock “Santa Cazzo. Sophie, I-I didn’t…I didn’t mean now. I was thinking in the future, maybe…that is, if you want to have a baby with me” He replied “Nico doesn’t know that. He heard you say you wanted to have a baby with me and the first thing he thought of was that he was going to lose me, that Ellie was going to lose me” Demetri looked down at his and Sophie’s joined hands and felt his heart break for his son “He’s upset with you Dem, I mean he knows the woman who gave birth to him died after he was born.” “I’d never let anything happen to you mi amore. If you and I had a baby together in the future I would do whatever it took to ensure you survived” He pulled her onto his lap “I know you would, but if I’m honest I’m not ready to have another baby. We have two as it is and do you really think it’s fair to Ellie to have another sibling grow up faster than her?” She answered honestly “I’m not ready for another child yet either and all I said was that I’d love to have a baby with you but we need to talk about it” He replied “Dem, I love you so much and this is nothing against you but I’m happy with the two we have. I’m Nico’s mum as you are Ellie’s dad. Could you be happy with us not having another baby?” She asked looking into his eyes “Yes. We have two beautiful children and I love the little family we have created” He replied before kissing her “I love you Sophie” “I love you too Dem.”

The following morning Demetri sits Nico down and explains to him that he would never do anything to harm Sophie as he loves her too much to risk losing her. Nico questions this by reminding him what he told Uncle Felix “You said you wanted to have a baby with mummy, but you know what happened last time.” Nico’s voice dropped, Demetri took Nico into his arms, holding him tight “Mummy and I spoke last night and we are happy that we have you and Ellie and have agreed that we are not going to have another baby. We are not going to lose mummy; I promise you that. I promised you that I would love and protect the three of you forever and I meant it” He kissed Nico’s head and held him close “I love you buddy” “I love you too Daddy.”

Sophie spoke to Demetri about celebrating Nico and Ellie’s first birthdays as it is a milestone for them both and it’s something humans do. “Are we celebrating Ellie’s birthday first then Nico’s as they are born ten weeks apart?” Demetri asked “I think we should do a little something for them both on their birthdays, especially since Nico looks older than Ellie” Sophie replied and he nodded.

Sophie organised a little get together for Ellie’s first birthday, Demetri inviting Felix, the twins, the Kings, their wives and a few the guards he and Sophie got along with. Nico watched his parents planning the party and was excited as he got to attend a birthday party for the first time “I love that you and mummy are human” He told Ellie with a smile “I get to do lots of human things that I would have missed out on otherwise” Ellie smiled and babbled at him. Demetri heard Nico and couldn’t help smiling, for he too was happy his mate and daughter were human.

Ellie’s first birthday arrived and Demetri had spent the night before decorating the family room with a selection of pink Birthday Banners; ‘1st Birthday’, ‘Birthday Girl.’ He collected the ‘Happy 1st Birthday’ helium balloons from one the guest rooms and placed them throughout the family room. He also placed some photos of Ellie throughout her first year around the room too, including some family photos.

Once the family room was decorated, Demetri made his way back to his room and set up the castle doll house he and Sophie got Ellie for her birthday, carefully placing a large sheet of wrapping paper over it. He then placed the stack of neatly wrapped presents around the castle. He knew Sophie would tell him he went overboard; but he didn’t care this was Ellie’s first birthday and he wanted to ensure she enjoyed her ‘special day.’ He planned to spoil Nico on his first birthday too. Finally, Demetri stuck a ‘Birthday Princess’ banner diagonally across the children’s bedroom door, then took a seat on the sofa in his room and waited for his family to wake.

Once they were awake Demetri, Sophie sat on the floor near the present pile, Nico sitting beside Demetri and Ellie on Sophie’s lap. Ellie loved the castle doll house, complete with little dolls “It’s just like our castle” Nico pointed out, Demetri smiled and nodded. Nico gave Ellie a ‘my first doll’ which had a hard head and hands but the rest of the doll was soft.

Later that afternoon everyone who was invited gathered in the family room for Ellie’s birthday party and handed her their gifts. The gifts included books, toys and clothes. Demetri and Sophie got her a small pink birthday cake with a princess bear on top and everyone sang to her. Ellie spent the afternoon smiling and babbling away, enjoying the attention and cuddles she was receiving. “You’re quite the proud papa” Felix said with a smile and placing a hand on his shoulder “How could I not be Fe, I have a beautiful family” Demetri replied with a smile of his own as his eyes locked on Sophie, Nico and Ellie enjoying themselves.

Unknown to Sophie both Demetri and Nico were trying to teach Ellie to talk, although not together. Demetri had read the parenting book that it’s good to encourage your baby to talk, so that is what he did, anytime he was alone with Ellie he would teach her to talk “Hey Princess, want to cuddle with Daddy?” She smiled up at him as he lifted her up into his arms and took a seat on Nico’s bed “You know who I am?” He asks her softly and she nods “Who am I?” Ellie just babbles back at him causing him to laugh “Not quite Princess. I’m daddy. Can you say daddy?” She thinks for a moment, Demetri watching her with curiosity “D-D” The only response he gets before she babbles back at him “I think we need more practice" He says smiling at her lovingly and she snuggles into him “D-D.”

Nico heard Demetri trying to teach Ellie to talk and decided he wanted Ellie to say his name instead of daddy first. “Come on Ellie, say Nico…Ni-co” He encourages her gently but gets no response “Ni-co” She thought for a moment “D-D” Nico shook his head “Try again for me Ellie. Ni-co” “N-N...D-D” Ellie replied smiling and he chuckled “Practice makes perfect Ellie.”

Felix and Alec overheard Nico and Demetri trying to teach Ellie to talk and decided to make a bet on what her first word be “I bet you €15 that Ellie says Nico first” Alec says to Felix “I bet you €15 she says Daddy first, or some variation of the word” Felix replies “Deal” Alec says and holds his hand to Felix. “You’ll both be losers if she says Mummy first” Jane laughed at them “Want in on the bet sister?” “Why not, I think she’ll say Mummy first” Jane replies. They didn’t have wait to long to find out who won the bet as Ellie spoke her first word a few days later.

Ellie woke up from a nap, sitting up in her crib and looking around the room and couldn’t see anyone, deciding she wanted some attention “Dad-dad-dad” She said over and over a few times. Demetri was sitting his room across the hall and thought he heard a soft voice calling out and got up to see to Ellie. As he entered the room, he saw her little face light up “Daddy” She called out and he froze by the door looking confused, she continued to call out to him “Daddy. Daddy” She started to get a little impatient and tried again “Daddy” He shook his head and smiled at her “That’s right my clever little girl” He quickly picked her up and held her against his chest “Daddy” She said as she snuggled into him, holding onto his jumper. Demetri felt his heart swell at hearing her call him daddy, it definitely made his list of top ten moments; all of them involved Sophie, Nico and Ellie “I love you so much Ellie” He placed a kiss to the top of her head and set off to the kitchen to see Sophie and Nico, feeling a little sorry for Sophie that she missed Ellie’s first word.

“Hey mi amore. This clever little girl just said her first word” He said beaming with pride “Well done sweetie” Sophie smiled at Ellie and kissed her temple “What did she say daddy?” Nico asked “Dad followed by daddy” Demetri replied “Ellie. I thought we had a deal. You were supposed to say Nico first” He feigned a hurt look, Ellie smiled at him whilst Demetri and Sophie chuckled “Most babies say daddy first” Sophie told them “Really mummy?” “Yes, some say mummy first but ‘dad.’ ‘dadda,’ or ‘daddy’ is easier for them to say” She replied “Sorry Sophie” Demetri said wrapping an arm around her “Don’t be. It’s a baby thing” She replied “I’m glad her first word was daddy. I know you are too” She added, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“Pay up twinnies” Felix says holding out his hands, after Demetri tells them what Ellie’s first was “You three bet on my daughter’s first word?” Sophie asked them “Of course, especially after hearing those to encouraging her to talk” Alec replied, Demetri and Nico gave Sophie an innocent look “Like two peas in a guilty pod” She replied smiling.

Sophie organised a little get together for Nico’s first birthday as she did for Ellie, Demetri inviting Felix, the twins, the Kings, their wives and a few the guards he and Sophie got along with. Nico was excited for his own birthday party.

Nico’s first birthday arrived and Demetri had spent the night before decorating the family room with a selection of blue Birthday Banners; ‘1st Birthday’, ‘Birthday Boy.’ He collected the ‘Happy 1st Birthday’ helium balloons from one the guest rooms and placed them throughout the family room. Just as he did for Ellie, he also placed some photos of Nico throughout his first year around the room too, including some family photos. “You’re becoming quite the party planner / decorator D” Felix said as he entered the family room “Only the best for my children” He replied proudly.

Once the family room was decorated, Demetri made his way back to his room, collecting the blue and silver bike he and Sophie got Nico for his birthday from one the guest rooms. He carefully placed large sheets of wrapping paper over it. He then placed the stack of neatly wrapped presents around the bike. Despite Sophie telling him that he went a little overboard with presents for Ellie’s birthday, he did the same for Nico wanting to ensure he enjoyed his ‘special day.’ Finally, Demetri stuck a ‘Birthday Boy’ banner diagonally across the children’s bedroom door, then climbed into bed beside Sophie and waited for his family to wake.

Once they were awake Demetri, Sophie sat on the floor near the present pile, Nico sitting beside Demetri and Ellie on Sophie’s lap. Nico loved the bike, complete with stabilisers “Can you teach me how to ride it please?” Nico asked Demetri smiled “Of course, buddy. Mummy and I will teach you, but outside in the garden” Ellie gave Nico some dinosaur puzzles.

Later that afternoon everyone who was invited gathered in the family room for Nico’s birthday party and handed him their gifts. The gifts included books, games and clothes. Demetri and Sophie got him a small birthday cake with a dinosaur on top and everyone sang to him. Nico spent the afternoon smiling and playing some games with the Kings and their wives. “Proud papa does it again” Felix said with a smile as he watches Demetri, Sophie, Nico and Ellie enjoying themselves.

Ellie starts pulling herself up to stand next to the coffee table and shuffle walks around it, her little hands on the top supporting her. Nico watches her with fascination ‘clever little human’ he thought to himself, then an idea comes to mind. He climbs off the sofa and walks over to Ellie coming to stand behind her “Here, let me help you” He gently lifts her hands off the coffee table and holding on to them gently, her arms raised up a little, he walks behind her as she takes one step after another. They slowly make their way out into the corridor when Ellie sees Demetri and Sophie walking towards them “Daddy” She calls out with a smile and he looks away from Sophie to see Ellie walking with the help of Nico. He walks a little closer, coming to a stop and kneeling down with his arms held out to her “Walk to daddy” He encourages and when she is a few steps away Nico carefully lets go of her hands but stays behind her ready to catch her should she fall over. She wobbles for a moment before taking an unsteady step forward, then another and another before Demetri gently scoops her into his arms “My clever little girl” He peppers her little face with kisses and she giggles “D-Daddy” “She’s growing up so fast” Sophie says low and Nico laughs “Really mummy? I could walk and talk within a month” “Yes, but you’re a hybrid sweetie, it’s different for Ellie” She replies “Ok, so she’s growing up fast for a human?” “Yes buddy” Demetri replies smiling “I still think she’s small and pretty” Nico said looking at Ellie adoringly.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #heidi volturi #volturi #twilight

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always-there · 3 years

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About consent

OK guys, buckle up, because today's topic is depressing as hell.

Today I'm gonna talk about consent. I usually ponder about this while I cook, in the shower, late at night when I'm applying all my learned hypnosis techniques to force myself to sleep.

I was never taught about consent. All I had going for me was the classic "Rape is bad, avoid rape" chant the world of the 90's society thought was enough. All I saw were girls being advised to not dress like sluts and avoid being provocative in public. I got a good couple of different versions of that, mind you, as I grew up in a conservative Catholic school.

Nobody told us about the universe of potential situations contained within that fucking "Rape is bad, avoid rape". We thought rape happened when a man forced himself on a woman that was actively trying to resist him.

Black and white. No grey areas. Pretty simple.

I was fine with that. I was even judgmental towards victims, once I saw how they were dressed when they were attacked. Or if they were drunk or walking by themselves on areas widely known to be dangerous.

And then I grew up, entered the nasty-ass world of adults, and the Universe took pains to kick my ass in so many ways during 30 years that have finally lead to this post today.

So, I'm a list person. I like making lists. So here goes my one and only...

CONSENT LIST

• Dudes get raped too. Yeah. I know it's basic, but I scoffed at the concept for years. I know many people who still do. Dudes get raped too, get it into your mind. And no, it doesn't happen when they are effeminate weaklings. No. Any man can get raped. And they deserve to be treated as proper victims, with respect and compassion. The few times I've seen testimonies of male rape survivors, they reported even the police was skeptical or treating them like pussies or jokes.

• If your partner is sleeping, it's not consent. No, I don't give a fuck if you guys have been together for 20 years. No, I don't give a fuck if they wake up in the middle of it and decide to continue. I don't even give a fuck if they say they like it. If you touch, penetrate, make whatever sexual advance on a sleeping person, you are raping them. Any unconscious person is unable to give consent.

• If you're in the middle of it, having a good time, and suddenly your partner wants to stop... guess what, it's time to stop. You don't stop? You ask them to hang in there for just a while more until you're done? You power through it? Yeah, no. That's not consent, buddy.

• If you're ABOUT to do it, and the foreplay was great, and they were so into it, but when the time comes to actually go all the way, they change their mind... time to go home. Or put on a movie, or do whatever the fuck you want that is not forcing or trying to persuade your partner to go on.

• Subtle denial is a big-ass NO as well. They have a headache? Leave it. They are tired? Leave it. They have to wake up early the next day? Leave it. They fear a phantom clown is gonna haunt the bed if they indulge in intercourse that night? Leave-it. Don't persuade your partner to have sex if they don't feel like it. You know why? Because they DON'T want to have sex. Persuading or wearing someone down to say yes is not consent. It's pressure. Which takes us to the next bullet...

• If you insist that YES always means YES just like NO always means NO, I will smack you in the head with a frozen lamb leg. YES can be induced. Can be pressured. You can actually intimidate, scare, threaten and bully a person into saying yes. Maybe they are not ready. Maybe they are not sure about the relationship. Maybe they are not feeling well. Maybe they are fucking scared of you. It doesn't matter. If you have to lobby for it, leave it. You're being a creep.

• Drunk people. Good God. I can't believe this has to be an item. Leave drunk people alone! And I don't even mean passed-out drunk, I mean intoxicated but still dancing people, still talking people, I even mean, yes, dizzy or tipsy people. A person under the influence is not able to consent. Why do you think we drink, why do we call it a social lubricant, and other funny jabs? Because alcohol fights the restraint and common sense we'd had otherwise. It's a fun way to loosen up and get relaxed, but if someone has been drinking, don't hunt them for sex. I can't believe the number of movies and series that broadcast dudes trying to hit on drunk women. It still happens today, and not in a Law and Order episode, in your common everyday rom-com. This applies to every person under the influence of whatever substance they took that clouds their judgment.

And no, I won't hear it. They didn't put themselves in a position of danger. You are the danger, a threat that should not exist in the first place.

• So far so good, right? Well, tell me what you think about this. Let's say your partner doesn't want to have kids. And you do want them, for whatever reason. So, what do you do?

You mess with their birth control. Or you lie about you taking birth control. Or you lie about using a condom, or about the physical integrity and expiration date of said condom. Bam, presto manifesto, a bun in the oven.

That is fucking rape. And if you still need to ask why, because for whatever reason that was not creepy enough for you, I'll spell it out. It's rape, because the other person did not consent to that.

And now, if you still don't feel the need to go and take a shower until December, I have yet another list.

Are you in doubt? Are you not sure you are a rapist or not? Worry not! Below you'll find a funny little questionnaire ready for you to clear your mind and heart:

CAN I RAPE SOMEONE IF...

• ...they are dressing provocatively?

Answer: They could be walking down the busiest street of the city during rush hour completely naked and with a big, red silk bow on their ass, and still, nothing in the fucking world gives you the right to touch them. You are not entitled to another person's body because of what they choose to wear.

• ...we are dating?

Answer: Not if you are dating, not if you are married, not if the zombie apocalypse finally wiped out humanity and God himself descends from Heaven to pronounce you Adam & Eve 2.0 and gives you the task to repopulate the world. Dating only means you two are seeing each other on a regular basis for fun or to explore the possibility of a future together. It doesn't mean that your partner's body becomes your property, ergo, you have no rights whatsoever over it.

• ...they are seducing me?

Answer: Half of the time, nobody was seducing you, genius. If I have to hear another anecdote of how a bartender or barista o waitperson were throwing themselves on someone, I will barf in my own mouth. Servers are required to be nice, it's on their job description. But anyway, let's say for the sake of argument that yeah, they are indeed seducing you: no. Showing interest in someone is not an invitation to fuck, nor a provocation to fuck, so let things go their way and don't be a creepy jackass.

• ...I have done nice things for them?

This one I actually heard from a former, and I can't emphasize the former enough, friend. Their case was something along the lines of, I took her to dinner and a movie, later coffee and dessert, and one other lame activity I can't remember (probably drinks), paid for everything, took her home on my car... and then she refused to let me go upstairs!

Dude. Duuuuuude. And dudettes too, of course. No. If you want to get your money's worth, go to a proper sex worker, who will charge you accordingly for their services. Don't expect the other person to feel obligated to pay you with their body just because you fed them and threw a movie ticket in the package!

I had one friend go on a date with a guy. The date didn't work out, so they went their separate ways... until the guy showed up on her doorstep asking her to reimburse him for coffee and a donut. I shit you not. She was so dumbfounded she actually paid him back so he would leave, and I'm glad she did, because that, my friend, is rapist material on the making.

• ...they are a sex worker?

Answer: No, you creepy freak, absolutely not. Every single point I mentioned above applies to every human being on the planet and active or inactive Space stations. You cannot force yourself on anyone, you cannot violate consent ever. It doesn't matter if you're fooling around with the biblical whores of Babylon or the entire cast of Full Monty after a round of the blue pill. Consent protects everyone, no matter what they do for a living.

I'm so happy that all these points are not gonna be news for most of you. Awareness is spreading and the new generations are taught about consent since they are little kids. My generation, and most of all my generation in my country, dominated by a traditional patriarchal society, heard nothing of it. "Rape is bad, avoid rape" was taught mostly as a warning tale for girls. It was the girls' responsibility to prevent rape. Don't walk alone at night. Don't use slutty clothes. Don't be provocative towards men. Don't drink too much. Don't stare too much. Don't go to non-respectable places. Don't put yourself in danger.

I think things would significantly change if the song was played differently. Don't teach girls how to prevent rape. Don't teach boys that rape is bad and that "real men" don't need it.

Teach everyone about consent. Rape is only one of the grim consequences of violating consent. There are thousands of different traumatizing situations that could be avoided if we only respected consent all the time, if we were taught about healthy boundaries and personal integrity since kids.

But hey, we're getting there. I hope. I wish.

• Disclaimer: actually, I think disclaimers like this should not be needed, but still. In case you feel the urge of accusing me of speaking from theory... nope. I speak from experience. Personal experience. Experience I wish I didn't have, and that I had a very hard time harvesting to learn and become stronger. So yeah. Shut the fuck up, go out there and respect the shit out of people.

#consent #coercion #harrassment #r*ape #r*pe mention #victim blaming #it's 6 am here why I am writing about this at this ungodly hour

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lizacstuff · 3 years

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Hi! What did you think of ep23?I love your in depth thoughts on the episodes. I really enjoyed it, especially the EdSer moments (was smiling like an idiot during the skating scene - when Eda complained about it being hot (girl same), and also that she understood what he said in French omg). I hope the grandmother doesn't turn out to be as evil as everyone is assuming. I guess the one big con was Ayfer. She's gotten more annoying right? That's not just me? But I love me some Aydan!

Hello! Thank you for the kind words. Let's see, I did like the episode, but as I said in another ask I was a bit on edge while watching for a couple of reasons, but they're all Edser related so I'll talk about that when I talk about them at the end. As far as Ayfer is concerned, I FEEL YOU.

Good grief, woman. Why does she have to be such a harpy? It feels like she complains about absolutely everything. Plus, she's forcing a situation where her beloved niece can't trust or confide in her, and all the girls have to hide Eda's work schedule from her. Look, if Ayfer doesn't want to spend time with Aydan, fine, but her anger towards and disapproval of Eda's job and her relationship with Serkan are completely selfish. She may tell herself she's disapproving for Eda's own good, but come on.

Because, seriously, what does Ayfer think she's protecting Eda from? Serkan is handsome, rich, successful and head over heels in love with Eda. Let's be honest, Eda could do worse. He might be a tad arrogant and controlling, but he's a very good man with a very good heart. Also he tries with Ayfer. I get the connection with Alptekin is upsetting, but Serkan and Aydan have cut him completely out of their lives and neither had anything to do with what happened. I also get that Ayfer was put off by the whole contract thing, but it took two to tango there, and Eda's entire world opened up because of that arrangement.

Maybe that's the problem?

(more under the cut)

Maybe Ayfer can feel Eda expanding and growing and her world getting much bigger than Ayfer's and it scares her? She thinks she'll lose her, or won't recognize her? Privately, Serkan and Eda have talked about running away together, maybe Ayfer senses that's a possibility? (PRO TIP: Then don't be a negative force they have to get away from!)

Also what's happening with this Chef Alexander thing? Is he actually going to make an appearance? Is there going to be a romance? I think that would be good, maybe that will salvage Ayfer's character and she'll get distracted and maybe even happy. I did laugh, though, at her her calling Aydan and Seyfi out on their lie about having him on board with their charity scheme. They should know better than to try that. Amateur move, kids! But I will always applaud their matchmaking efforts when it comes to Eda and Serkan.

I enjoyed the girls this episode. I like that they don't share Ayfer's concerns about Serkan and are ready to go to the mat for whatever Eda wants. Poor Melo is the worst detective, but she gets points for trying. Also points for picking up what Eda was putting down and skillfully sweeping Balca and her broken heel out of the way. I'd want Fifi for protection as well, girl is badass. I can't tell what this Fifi/Erdem thing is supposed to be. Does she have a soft spot for him, she must because I don't know why she would give him the time of day otherwise. She's not one we have to worry about not being able to say no. If she wanted to rid herself of his presence, she'd do it. Ceren and Ferit are just kind of... there. I don't dislike it, but I also don't really care. They need something to spice that up.

Which is what we finally got with Engin and Piril! Holy moly, who is her dad!?! Mafia boss? Politician? Wealthy recluse? @alicekepley suggested on another post that maybe it's Aydan's first love. Now that would be interesting. Maybe he turned to a life of crime after being disappointed by Aydan? I am now looking forward to see how this plays out and how it affects them. However, there's one thing that gets me almost every episode. I love Engin and Anil, but he looks at least a decade older than Serkan, Piril, and Selin. So much so that I don't buy they could have gone to school together. This is where I'll have to call on my well honed suspension of disbelief I guess... I'll tell myself he spent a lot of time in the sun and is graying a bit prematurely.

I did like Engin and Serkan sitting around commiserating about their relationships and hoping things were about to turn around. That's the more equal buddy talk I want to know happens.

Speaking of Serkan, duuuuuuuuude. You're being hunted, wise up! I'm really stuck on what he said to Sirius after Eda left his house at the top of the episode. "Don't look at me like that, everything is under control, I know perfectly well what I'm doing, this is my tactic." We know from last episode he thought Eda would show, and this episode while talking to Eda he told her that he was expecting her and the candles were for her. So... did he purposely allow Balca in to provoke Eda's jealousy? If so, I'm not sure this is his best course of action. It's certainly not with regards to fanning Balca's dangerous pretensions, but I'm not sure he's getting his best result with Eda either. It's true that it gave him an excuse to flirt, make the bet, tease her, bask in her obvious jealousy even if she won't admit it, and get a Parisian date out of it. I suppose that's not a bad day's work. On the other hand, if he'd sent Balca on her way, he would have had a happy Eda, in his house, sitting on the couch next to him, watching a movie with him, which also could have led to a very good place for him.

It's also a mystery to me if Serkan is really clueless about Balca's intentions, or if he's playing dumb to suit his own purposes with Eda. I'm thinking it's the middle. He probably sees it but thinks it's a whole lot more harmless than it is. Like maybe he gets Balca has a crush on him, but he has no suspicion that he's in dangerous fatal attraction territory. Which is where we are. I don't want to fling words like 'crazy' around, but... bitch be crazy! If she is capable of trying to large-scale sabotage his company in her pursuit of him, that's some seriously scary stuff. WAKE UP, SERKAN.

I said I was uneasy while watching this episode and part of it was concern over what would happen with the tender, and worrying if Balca's sabotage was going to work, leaving Eda to blame. If that had gone the other way, the fallout would have been painful. Also storylines where a fav is falsely accused always make me antsy. I was able to handle the Serkan roof collapse one because it was at the end of the episode, and they were able to figure out that he wasn't responsible right off the top of the next. But this one had me on edge all ep. I was especially nervous after Eda made the independent report on her recommended firm part of a trust test. Sweetie, I love you, but NOOOOO. That was not the move of a professional. Serkan, as the company principle, wanting to vet a partner or vendor is completely normal and has nothing to do with how much he trusts her. Put aside the fact that she's only been in the workforce for a few months, you always want a second set of eyes on something that important. Always. She showed some of her immaturity there, which is fine, she's young and inexperienced, but it's a sign of how desperate Serkan is for her to forgive him that he humored her. That man will do anything for her, even if it doesn't make sense or is potentially damaging. I get why the writer's did it, for the suspense of Eda being out on that limb all on her own, but it was also actually a bit of a missed opportunity for him to mentor her there. (And I love when she learns from him.)

The other reason I was uneasy watching this ep was due to some frustration with Eda. See above on the trust test, but it was also a little hard to watch her just completely succumb to Serkan's charm and be in the moment with him one moment, and then the next second shake it off and be adamant that she was going to be leaving the job and him shortly. It felt like constant whiplash. Also if she won the bet she wanted him to leave her alone? Sure, Jan. She could have asked for something really good! We all know she doesn’t really want him to leave her alone, so that pretense has gotten harder and harder to take. However, the times she rebuffed him didn't bother me as much as when she told Melo she was leaving the job. I can chalk up the ones to Serkan as part of her act, trying to protect herself and poke holes in his pretensions, but when she said it to Melo it felt more real. Like that was really what she was still planning to do, and it's really hard to reconcile that with all the moments where she puts down her guard and it's obvious she's madly in love with him.

On a positive note, scenes where it’s clear they’re madly in love with each other were plentiful this episode. The romantic robot used every opportunity he could find to make her melt. My GAWD she has a will of iron that she was able to back away from him after he recited all the ways he could tell if a woman (her) was in love with him. He is one smooth bastard. And boy does he know her, he knows exactly what he does to her. That scene was FIRE. Not to be crass, but how did they not do it right then and there? After the last few eps, they have to be at a 100 on a scale of 1-10 when it comes to pent up sexual energy. Hey Eda, maybe you wouldn't be so jealous if you knew he had an outlet for that. I'm just sayin'.

The lunch was pretty funny and I definitely enjoyed the kicking and the under the table conversation. After refusing to admit she was jealous, Eda totally deserved that Serkan said that whatever Balca's feelings for him were, they were between him and Balca. Eeesh. I see what he's doing, he's trying to bring her feelings out into the open, and she deserves it, but I don't think he realizes how vulnerable she is over everything. He's walking a tightrope here. However, I do appreciate that he finally just admitted that he's jealous. If he'd just done that in 18, he would have saved himself some angst. Are we to infer from Serkan asking Eda not to use emojis with Efe, that Edser likes to use emojis when they text? Or was that just a generic, "don't be cute with him?" I think I'll take that Serkan and Eda use emojis, just because it tickles me to think of Serkan Bolat doing that. All of shipper twitter thinks that's the writers poking at the actors because of how much they use them with one another on social. Who knows, maybe that explains it, since it sort of came out of the blue. You gotta love, though, that every manipulative thing Balca did either failed or backfired spectacularly. Showing up at his place, sure she succeeded in upsetting Eda and derailing their night, but it also put Eda on her guard and brought about the flirty wager between Eda and Serkan. She left the earring, but Eda found it before she could use it as an excuse to return. She broke her heel, but that just gave her a ruined pair of shoes and Melo an excuse to get her out of there so Serkan and Eda could be alone. She and her devious friend succeeded in throwing Melo and Eda off the scent, however all that meant was that Serkan won the bet and gave him the pretense needed to get her to agree to the most romantic date on the planet. She sabotaged the report, but Eda still found out about the company's background and Eda was the hero when ArtLife won the tender. Balca: 0 percent success rate so far.

THE ICE SKATING SCENES WERE PURE MAGIC! It was fun to see the whole cast out there having a blast, but obviously it was the Edser scene at night that lit up the whole show. Damn was that pretty. (it's currently my ipad lock screen and home screen) The chemistry between the actors was on display all episode, but here it just exploded. When Eda said she was hot, no kidding! How could you not be? And I agree that Serkan speaking French to her was OMG. Love, love, love the date that Serkan planned for them in Paris. I'm bereft that we'll likely never see it. Damn you pandemic, look what you've taken from us! The characters, and the audience, deserve an entire episode of Paris romantic fluff. We've all earned this!

The date sounded perfect and I found it very interesting that he had purposely never been to Montmartre. So at some point he promised himself he'd only go there with a woman he was truly in love with, makes me wonder if it was a much younger Serkan who made that promise. The Serkan we met in the pilot didn't believe in love, he was hard-hearted, he actually talked with Engin about how a contract, a bloodless business transaction, was the way to go for relationships. Robot Bolat. So I don't think he made that idealistic promise any time recently. If so, that means he's had that in the back of his mind for years, but Eda's the only woman he's ever considered taking. My heart. I love how the show keeps showing us and telling us that this is the first time Serkan has ever been in love. You could see in that scene that Eda was right there with him. She was so happy and in the moment and swept away by the romance. She was as excited for Paris as he was. I know we all wanted a kiss/declaration here, it would have been a very good moment for it. A very good one. But the show has other plans for them, so we wait.

So, yeah, I really liked the Edser we got, but Eda’s hot and cold act was hard to reconcile at times. However, perhaps it all came together in the end, when she's talking to Melo and Ceren about Paris. She was feeling troubled over it, probably what agreeing to go with him meant, but they both told her to listen to her heart in Paris and it seems like she was going to do it: "From now on I'll stop worrying. I'm opening a new page in life." So I think in that moment she was ready for next steps and was planning to be open with him in Paris, let's hope it carries over to the next episode even without Paris.

Actually, that whole conversation was a bit of a window into her psyche and was more illuminating than almost anything in the episode in that regard. When Eda says she’s worried, Melo teases her that she's nervous to be alone with Serkan Bolat, and then jokes that all young women would like to have that problem, including herself. Eda does NOT like that joke and actually verbalizes it, "Melo, at least you don't do that." That was a huge spotlight into Eda's insecurities, like she is really discombobulated by witnessing women showing interest in him while they're in such a nebulous place. Since she is coming off of what happened with Selin, and was already feeling jealous when the first candidate set her off with (her creepy) talk of chemistry last episode, then finding Balca at Serkan's house in the opening scene, I suppose it's no surprise that all of that has had some residual effects. But that it's to the point where she can't take a joke from Melo is telling. Poor thing.

My hope is that this is just something she's working through while she's feeling off-kilter about everything. It would be one thing if they were together, but she's in this headspace where half the time she says she's leaving and it's over between them and half the time she acting like his wife, so I think she's just discombobulated. Maybe she just wants time to figure things out, but feels like she doesn’t have it, because someone is going to swoop in and take her place and that’s feeding her jealousy? The fact that Serkan can’t see it (Selin and Balca) until it’s out of control doesn’t help.

It's natural for her to be upset that this woman has entered the scene and is clearly trying to maneuver herself into Eda's place in Serkan's life. However, there is an easy fix to this. Just go be with him. Come on, Eda, we know you can do it! You're ready. You’re primed. Bring on the New Year's Ep!

#Sen Çal Kapımı #sen cal kapimi #edser #sck ask #sck episode discussion #edser discussion #sck 1x23 #edser meta #asklizac #Anonymous #sckask

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worldofmuses · 3 years

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“I think the lady/gentleman asked you to leave her/him alone.” siriusxverity

At some stage during the night all of Verity’s friends had ended up leaving, causing her to now be alone in some dodgy muggle nightclub as it neared one in the morning. She was standing alone at the bar, deciding whether she would just head home or wait and see if the night could turn good. She turned towards the bar, deciding to get a drink either way, waiting to catch the bartenders attention when she felt someone slide into the spot next to her. Not thinking much of it she didn’t even look around, assuming it was just someone else looking for a drink as well.

“Hey.” At that Verity did turn around, glancing to her right to see some man smiling down at her.

“Hi,” she replied with a small smile before turning away again.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Slow down buddy, you haven’t even asked my name yet,” Verity replied, not even turning around to look at him as he chuckled in response.

“Okay, what’s your name?” he asked, amusement in his voice as she barely paid him any attention.

“Verity.”

“Verity, can I buy you a drink?”

“Still a bit fast, you haven’t even told me your name yet,” she breezed, leaning forward against the counter to try and catch the eye of the barman.

“Brad.”

“No thanks, Brad, I can buy my own drink.”

There was another laugh from her side before she felt a hand touch her elbow, causing her to look around finally, a lightly raised brow as she turned towards him. “I’m sure you can but I would like to buy you a drink.”

“Why?” she asked, taking a small step back to pull her arm from his grip.

“Why?” he repeated, to which she just nodded. “I-- Why, I don’t know, you seem like a nice girl.”

“No offense, Brad but I don’t really believe you. My guess is you have some desire to get into my pants and while I’m flattered, I’m not really interested.” The man bristled and Verity smiled sweetly before turning back to the bar.

“I get it, you’re playing hard to get.” Verity scoffed. “You want to get to know each other a little better, we can do that. I’m Brad, I’m twenty nine, I went to Uni in Cambridge. Your turn.”

Verity sighed, turning towards him once more. A bad decision apparently because it only encouraged him to take a step towards them, narrowing the already small space between them. “I’m sure you’re a great guy, but really, you’re wasting your time when I’m sure there’s plenty of other girls in here who will be more obliging to your desires.”

Brad just laughed, stepping closer as he looked down at her with a smirk. “You’re funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

“Come on, let me buy you a drink. We can just go sit in the corner and chat.”

“No, thank you.”

“Why not? It will be fun,” he tried, his hand gripping her elbow once more.

“I don’t need a drink, I’m just waiting for someone.”

“Sure, you don’t need a drink but you want one. Why else would you be standing here talking to me?”

“Because you came up to me. I’m not playing games here, I’m not interested.” His grip on her elbow tightened considerably as his jaw clenched and Verity quickly moved to pull her arm from his grip. His gaze grew considerably colder as she stepped away, and he started to ask again when she felt another person walk up beside her.

“I think the lady asked you to leave her alone.” Glancing up, Verity was honestly pretty surprised to see Sirius Black standing next to her, though she quickly hid it.

“Sirius,” she said, feeling simultaneously relieved and annoyed to see him.

“Who’s this?” Brad asked, sizing Sirius up with narrowed eyes.

“Her boyfriend.”

Verity was instantly very glad Brad’s eyes weren’t on her because the shock on her face would have given the lie away instantly. She quickly made an effort to school her expression as Brad glanced down at her.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed, looking between them.

And to be fair, they didn’t exactly look like a couple. There was Verity, in her tight fitting silk dress, glittering high heels, and perfectly curled hair; looking high maintenance and proper. Next to Sirius, in an equally tight fitting t-shirt, a leather jacket and boots. His hair was slung up in a careless bun, strands falling down and framing his face. Even their jewellery differed. They looked far from compatible unless they were planning a West Side Story style romance.

“As if he’s your boyfriend, look at him,” Brad denied, looking towards Verity.

“Oh I’m well aware what he looks like,” she replied.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?” Verity laughed, rolling her eyes. “We don’t have to pro--” But she never finished her sentence. She was instead cut off by Sirius’ lips pressing against hers, his hand tilting her jaw up. Despite her surprise at his actions her body seemed to move automatically with his, one hand holding onto his wrist while the other moved to his chest. His free hand moved to the small of her back as he deepened the kiss, hers pulling at the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back. Brad grumbled, said something rude and walked away, but neither Sirius or Verity seemed to hear him, too wrapped up in the moment.

It was only when they pulled away for air that Verity noticed he was gone, dropping Sirius’ hand like it was hot and stepping away just as quickly. She glanced at the space where Brad had just been, then at Sirius, and then at the crowd all around them.

“I need some air.” Almost pushing past Sirius she made her way to the door, her entire body feeling a little woozy as she made her way through the throngs of people. She wasn’t aware he had followed her until she got outside and saw him come through the door after her. She moved to stand a few feet away from the nightclub, already shaking her head as Sirius neared her. “What the hell was that?”

He at least had the decency to look sheepish as he smiled at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I just sa--”

“I can handle myself, Sirius.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he replied, at least sounding like he meant it as he nodded.

“Then why did you feel the need to interrupt and introduce yourself as my boyfriend?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know what else to say. It was the first thing that came to mind,” he answered.

“And you couldn’t have just stayed away and let me handle it?” she questioned.

“I’m sorry, I just sort of automatically went over when I heard him keep harassing you.”

“And the kiss?”

He hesitated, another sheepish smile on his face. “Another stupid move but he was pissing me off. I almost wish I had seen his face.” Verity rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Verity sighed loudly, turning her head towards him as she rested her back against the wall. “It’s okay. It was kind of hot.” It was very hot, which in itself was a problem. The whole kiss had left her head spinning, and as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she didn’t think it was from lack of air.

Sirius laughed, his body turned towards her as he too leaned against the wall. “It was?”

“Oh don’t start fishing for more compliments, that’s all you’re getting. I’m still pissed,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“Okay, I’ll be good.”

“I’d imagine that’s a difficult task.”

“Very.”

She laughed in response, turning her body to face him as well. “You should go back in, I was planning on heading home.”

“It’s a bit early for that.”

“I know but all my friends have abandoned me,” she sighed dramatically.

“Where did they go?” he asked, giving a sigh to match hers.

“Sienna and Chris went off, where or to do what I probably don’t want to know. Thorfinn snuck out sometime after them, he probably met a girl or something. Luce got tired before twelve, and Rab and Jo went off on what Jo has since texted me to say Rab has called an adventure,” she explained, rolling her eyes.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been abandoned too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh,” he hummed. “James and Amelia are technically still here but they’re quite possibly about to have sex in the middle of the dance floor.” Verity laughed. “And Glenda wasn’t feeling well so she bounced a little while ago.”

“And what? You’re not into threesomes with your best friend and his wife?” she asked teasingly.

“No, not really.” “That’s too bad.”

“Why? Did you want to watch?” he asked, getting an eye roll from Verity.

“Watching isn’t really my thing.”

“Ah, so you wanted to take part.”

“No!” Verity laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. “I just feel bad abandoning you after your display of heroics.”

“You’re right, what sort of fiancée would abandon the love of her life?”

“A terrible one,” Verity sighed, nodding slowly.

“So don’t abandon me.”

“I think I’ve had enough of this place, babe,” she joked.

“Then let’s go somewhere else?”

“Somewhere else?”

“Yes. Why do you always repeat what I say?”

“Because you always say something ridiculous,” Verity laughed, shaking her head.

“How is that ridiculous?” he asked.

“It just is.”

“How very insightful,” he drawled sarcastically, causing her to reach out to push his shoulder again. He caught her hand this time, pulling it down and pulling her closer. “What do you say?”

“Fine,” she answered before she could talk herself out of it. “Just because the night is still young and it would be a shame to waste it.”

“My thoughts exactly,” he grinned, pushing away from the wall and pulling her with him. “You know, we’re verging dangerously into the friends category here,” he teased, walking backwards so he could look at her as she walked.

“Well, I should hope so with our wedding not that far away,” she answered, not willing to look at the truth in his words.

#Ask #{VerityxSirius} seduction leads to destruction #Ciara's drabbles

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toloveawarlord · 3 years

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Black Army Mischief Maker (Ch. 4)

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Characters: Finley Godspeed, Sirius Oswald, Ray Blackwell, Kyle Ash, Fenrir Godspeed, Dalim Tweedle

Tagging: @plumpblueberry @christmaswarlock @starry-starry-night24 @youreawizardharr @thetwinkims

A/N: Finley is back!

No sooner had the mysterious new woman arrived, she was gone. A soldier reported that Alice had been detained by the Red Army. The young Godspeed sported a frown as she tilted the watering can forward to dampen the soil of the plants.

“You’ll drown that poor tulip.” Sirius’s voice snapped the girl out of daze. He smiled softly as she yanked the can upright and bent down to spread around the sopping soil. “What’s with that disappointed expression?”

Finley lifted her mud-caked hand and wiggled her fingers to let drops of the dirt fall. A whine passed her lips. “It’s not fair. Alice only just got here and now she’s gone. We had a big party and everything. The Red Army shouldn’t have stolen her away with their fancy foods that are hard to pronounce and my adorable Eden.”

The Queen of Spades chuckled at her. It came as no surprise that she brought in the Jack of Heart’s daughter to the conversation. She was quite smitten with the little lady. “We’ll get her back here where she belongs.” Who knew what kind of danger awaited Alice at the hands of the proud Red Army?

“Hey, Fin, wanna tag along to the hideout?” Ray asked, not sporting his usual army attire. He’d been watching her out of the office window with that sad expression on her features. A trip out would be good for the both of them.

Finley held her hands out to Sirius, letting him pour water from the can to clean them. “Yeah, I wanna go. It might make me feel better.” Her sluggish steps showing how down she was. “Whoa-”

Ray spun her around before plucking the girl up and placing her on his shoulders. Her hands settled on his head, lacing through raven locks. “I know you’re upset about Alice, but we’ll see her again really soon.”

His words didn’t lift her mood. The whole walk to Central Quarter was in a comfortable silence. She needed some time to process all those emotions. In the alley, all the cats were waiting.

“They’re so soft... like Alice.” Finley sighed heavily, practically covered in cats. They all vied for her attention, purring and meowing as they rubbed against her body when her hands were occupied.

It wasn’t strange for the young Godspeed to get attached to someone so quickly, but this was something else entirely. Maybe a little bit of jealousy that she didn’t understand as such. “How about we go eat our feelings?” Ray suggested, patting her on the head as he cradled a white cat in his arms.

“Okay!” Finley jumped up, startling the cats that scattered in various directions.

The pair went to every cafe and food stall that they could, snacking on savory and sweet items, drinking more hot chocolate than one should in a single outing. A stall owner called to Ray, having a complaint that he believed only the King of Spades could remedy.

To the girl, it seemed like it would take a while... long enough to visit one nearby building.

When the sun went down, this establishment got quite lively. Finley didn’t sneak in here often, unless it was before opening, but on occasion, she disregarded all the rules. Eyes followed her, some already intoxicated enough that they believed they must be hallucinating.

A towel fell over her head. “You can’t be here, kid.”

“Hey!” Finley protested, balling it up and tossing it back to Dum, who leaned over the counter to catch it. “Is Kyle here yet?”

The bar owner found it odd that she’d come here in search of the Red Army doctor, but he noted that she wasn’t as perky as usual. “If I show you where he is, will you leave?” He didn’t mind her visits, but not when he had patrons, many of whom were uncomfortable with a child in the building.

“I promise! I just need to see him.”

It must be important, he imagined. Normally, she’d be playful and be begging for free food. Leaving the bar counter, he made a path through the crowd to a table near the back. “You have a visitor.” At least the good doctor wasn’t totally drunk yet. “Five minutes and then you’re out, kid.”

“You’re the Ace of Spades daughter, uh, Finley, right?” Kyle had bumped into her a hand full of times with a certain Cheshire Cat, and Eden talked about her often when she was in the infirmary.

“Yeah, I am.” Awkwardly, the girl climbed onto the stool beside him and managed not to fall off. He’d treated her a few times for scrapes and bruises, but she always knew he worked for the army. “Does Alice really want to stay away from us?”

What a question. He couldn’t possibly give her the real reason, otherwise it would undo Lancelot’s plan. Plus, he wasn’t sure how she would react. “I think Alice is going to... uh-- help us-- with some stuff.” He struggled to put a coherent sentence together.

“Oh.”

Kyle internally groaned at her pitiful expression. He was not good with upset kids, always throwing them back to their parent to deal with the crying and the moodiness. Downing a gulp of beer to calm his nerves, he thankfully didn’t have to continue to lie to her.

“Hey, bug. It’s time to go home,” Fenrir said, accompanied by Kyle’s typical drinking buddies. He crouched by the stool, brushing his hand through her short hair.

“Okay.” She didn’t argue, climbing down and taking her dad’s hand. They only made it a few steps when she stopped, turning back to the Seven of Hearts. “Tell Alice I miss her, and... she has to come visit soon.”

After he’d agreed, the pair left the bar and returned to headquarters. Bathed and dressed in her pajamas, Finley sat on Fenrir’s bed, absentmindedly petting ShuShu and humming a lullaby.

“Ya gonna sleep with me, bug?” He chuckled as her body rocked slightly as she fought falling asleep. Although she hadn’t done a lot today, he imagined her disappointment of Alice leaving had taken a toll on her. Even the girl knew something about it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t figure out what.

But no one would tell her. War with Reds hadn’t been announced yet, and it would only upset her more. Finley could befriend anyone, and she adored many of the Red Army officers.

Finley wiggled under the covers until she’d successfully cuddled up against him, rubbing her forehead against his chest. “Why did Alice leave without saying goodbye?”

“I heard that she ran into some trouble and the Jack of Hearts helped her out. She didn’t have time to come back with the bad men after her. I’m sure she’ll write ya a letter when she gets settled.” Fenrir knew that she wouldn’t get one. It’d be unlikely that any correspondence from Alice would actually be from her.

“But Ray promised that we’d protect her.”

Fenrir rubbed her back, soothing her to fall asleep. He wished he had an answer that she would understand, but that would require breaking her fantasies about the Red Army.

But with war already declared, it was only a matter of time.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev next gen #fenrir godspeed #finley godspeed #sirius oswald #ray blackwell #dalim tweedle #kyle ash #next chapter will feature Finley and Lancelot #and soon #war

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mother-snake · 4 years

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all they need is eachother

(virgil and janus angst, cause i havent put jaus through enough truma apparently. hope you all enjoy!)

taggs: @idkanameatall @anxiously-creating @imthebadguythatsfine warnings: i wanna say a panic attack? definate feels. words: 2594

-virgil and janus have a history. not a perfect one. but one thats good for them both-

There were many things that confused everyone in the mind palace. But one of them was the way Janus and Virgil would act towards one another.

Sure, when they were younger, they had a ‘rivalry’ if you could even call it that. but somewhere along the line they wouldn’t have denied that they fell for one another, but they hadn’t quite come to admitting it to each other… the others were about to lose their minds over that. Logan and Patton had set up a bet. it wasn’t looking too good for Patton. both not sure when it had even happened. But it was before Thomas knew about them.

Janus always made sure Virgil wasn’t going a day without some form of human connection. Even if it was just sitting in his room cuddling into Virgil’s side pretending, he was cold. and the days he truly was cold, Virgil would lend his hoodie over to the other side despite the fact he would be exposed to the cold.

But between all of that they did have their fights. And it was just unfortunate timing that when Janus had chosen to reveal himself that he and Virgil had a fight only the night prior. so when they appeared in the mindscape things were clearly tense between the two of them.

But that didn’t stop Janus form smiling when he saw Virgil waring the patchwork hoodie he had created for the side as a small goodbye gift when he had left to join the lights.

So, it had made his day ever so slightly better to know he wasn’t completely mad at him. Well… for the time being at least. He hoped.

When he had sunk down, he didn’t go straight to his room. He always made a quick pit stop in Virgil’s in hopes he could steal an old hoodie or jumper from him. So far, he only had two. yeah…no. he was getting another. The other two didn’t have his coffee and almost cookie scent. It baffled him how he could have smelled like coffee when Virgil apparently despised coffee.

He didn’t ask. He knew when to keep to himself.

Well, as he was ‘looking’ he felt his hat get taken from his head, causing him to turn around and see Virgil standing their mid-way through placing the hat on his own head. “so, what brings you here traitor?” Virgil said with a smirk. “for the last time I’m sorry,” Janus strained. “you allied with Remus against me,” he deadpanned. “it was monopoly, you know I get competitive!” Janus exasperated.

“let me steal a shirt and were even, ill even let you keep another hoodie- “ “deal,” Janus said shaking Virgil’s outstretched hand.

They both held their smiles, something they only seemed to do in each other’s presence. “so… what’s Remus up to right now?” “most likely lit something on fire knowing him,” Janus responded, “any tea on the others?” “other than Logan really needed a moral boost. Not much I’m afraid,”

Janus pondered what Virgil said as he pulled out a light purple hoodie and draped it over his arm with a smirk. “I bet Remus could help with that,” Janus held a grin that could only happen on one occasion. “you have a plan? “I have a plan,” Janus said, his eyes glistening.

Virgil was happy that his concealer was able to hide the blush on his face as he saw how happy Janus could get scheming.

He was concerned when he found Janus in his room later that day. His smile dropped into a frown when he saw Janus trying to swipe away stray tears. “hey you okay there dude?” Janus’s eyes snapped up to Virgil. “I’m fine,” he didn’t push for an answer.

He slipped off his hoodie and threw it Janus’s way. getting a small laugh out of the side as it landed on the snake’s head. Janus sniffed before he slipped on the hoodie, zipping it up and pulling it over his head. His hat sat off to the side.

Virgil felt worry seeping into his foundation. It had been months since he had seen the side crying. Even then it was the first time in years. “it’s okay,” Virgil said as he sat down next to Janus, leaning his back on the wall and wrapping an arm around the side, “I’ve got you.”

No more words were said. Being there in each other’s embrace said more than they truly knew. Janus rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. A wave of tired washing itself over the both of them, falling asleep. Lulled by the sound of the others slow breathing.

Virgil was not impressed. When Janus said he had a plan… he didn’t expect this of all things to happen. nope. Nada. Not on his wish list.

He sighed as he watched roman get bonked on the head by the mace. He had been asked to play along. Not that the other three in the room knew that.

“ah… it’s the duke,” Virgil sighed… he was having words with Janus later.

The only problem was that he had an act to keep up. one he preferred not to do. he was a light side, and until the others knew that he promised he would keep the act of hating the others up. that had been the compromise.

And then… “I would never hide anything from you,” he glanced down to the floor. a fiery pit of rage burned higher the more Remus spoke. he could let Janus slide. He knew the other was just teasing him. But Remus wasn’t like that. he knew what he said and how it could invoke feelings in others. and he knew that this would trigger something in Virgil… and it did. Janus hadn’t told him about the plan… he had hinted at his past… and now Remus had as well. Had Janus told him to do so?

He shook his head, unnoticed by the others. only one thing could be said. Their plan, whatever it was… was working. Logan was getting listened to despite what everyone around him kept saying.

At some point he guessed he got caught up in his head. The possibilities running around his mind weren’t pretty to say the least and he knew he had Remus to thank for that. “Virgil buddy?” and that where things hit the fan.

He wasn’t sure how to feel… years of work seemed to be set in flames in seconds. The look of betrayal etched into his mind. Unwilling to move when he blinked. “Virgil?” a silky voice spoke from behind. it seemed to light a match below. One he didn’t realise was sitting above gasoline.

Virgil snapped around, glaring harshly at Janus with a steely gaze. the deceitful side stepped back in shock… this wasn’t like Virgil.

“leave me alone,” he snarled. Janus looked at Virgil before taking a step forward. Virgil ignored his calls and walked away. His destination was his room. He wanted to be alone for now.

And Janus. He didn’t know what had happened. But he needed to know. And now. He turned and bolted to where Remus was normal confided.

What he didn’t expect was to bump into said side over in the light half. “Jannie? To what do I owe the pleasure?” he grinned wildly. “why is Virgil so angry at me?” he asked with pleading eyes. “angry- “he cut himself off.

He stopped himself before thinking, and when it hit him it was like a bag of coal had be thrown into his skull. “um… we may have fucked up?” Remus said as he looked at a confused Janus. “what do you mean?” Janus asked, worry seeping into his words. “you know…hinting to Thomas he was one of us and all,” Remus said nonchalantly.

Janus stopped where he stood… had that really been the reason? Had he been so angry because they kept prodding at that small thing? tears left Janus as thoughts swirled in his head. Had Virgil hated him all this time… had he only put up with them because he could keep an eye on them. “I… I need to go,” Janus muttered as he wiped away tears that pooled down his face. “Janus,” Remus said as he grabbed the sides arm. “please- “before he could finish, he was pulled into a tight hug.

Any tears that had been held in went loose like a waterfall. He sobbed into Remus’s chest. he didn’t want to believe he may have just lost his best friend. But some times there’s no way to lie yourself out of a situation.

That was the final straw for Janus. He wasn’t the villain. He never had been. So why was roman so insistent he was. “how can we trust him!?” he heard roman yell at Thomas. “I don’t have an easy answer for that…it’s a start,” there was no going back. “my name…” all eyes were on him in that moment. “my name is Janus,” he looked Thomas dead in the eyes before hearing laughter. no… “Janus? What are you? a middle school librarian?” roman laughed.

He had tried to hold himself back from sinking down. Doing what he does best and snapping back as a defence. “oh that god you don’t have a moustache roman. Otherwise between you and Remus… I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is,” what the fuck did he just say?!

His mind didn’t remember much of what happened after. Right now, he was in his room curled tightly in a ball. Ignoring Remus’s plea to get him out of the room. he only pulled himself closer… just when he thought he wasn’t the villain he did that. just when things were going perfectly… he did the one thing he knew would hurt roman. compare him to his brother. He let out a small chuckle as his mind grew darker and darker. Remus began to get worried. He could hear Janus’s thoughts and it was getting to much even for him.

A thought crossed his mind… would he even want to see Janus. Well… tough luck.

He found himself bolting over to the light sides. Dodging Patton coming down the stairs. Not stopping to apologise as he shoved him out the way.

When he arrived at the purple door, he banged harshly, hoping to grab the others attention. he heard shuffling on the other side but didn’t let up until the door creaked open. He slotted his foot in the crack of the door, just in case.

Virgil saw the panicked look on Remus’s face. “what do you want?” he asked sternly. “it’s Janus, please-“ Virgil shut the door harshly, causing Remus to wince,” I’m scared,” Remus muttered.

Virgil paused. He had never heard him sound so… broken? Was that the right word. Then he felt it. the waves of anxiety coming from Remus. It made his eyes go wide. “where is he?” “his room, he won’t open the door for me,” Remus muttered. Virgil gave a sharp nod before sinking down. He landed outside Janus’s door and almost stumbled at the force of anxiety and feelings even he had never felt so strongly. what was going through his head?

He reached his hand onto the door handle. He held a breath before turning it and pushing it open. he wasn’t sure what he would find. But it didn’t feel like it would have been this.

His room was dark. Pitch black even. A small shiver was sent up his spine the closer he got to Janus. that’s when his ears registered the noises coming from the bed tucked neatly in the corner. He felt something inside his soul break as he heard the sobs and cries coming from the ball curled up on the bed.

He closed the door behind himself. Knowing Janus wouldn’t want anyone to see him like this. “Janus?” he said, “hey, can you hear me?” he asked.

The side heard his name get called and looked up, showing his face that had been buried in his lap. “Virgil?” he muttered rubbing his eyes, trying to labour his breathing as best as possible. he sat down at the end of the bed before taking his hoodie off and placing it mid-way to him and Janus. but before he knew it a set of arms were wrapped around him, holding him tightly in a hug. what felt close to an instinct he wrapped his arms around Janus. Not letting go. He continued to hold on as he heard the sound of Janus’s breathing settling down before Janus slumped against him. He lifted Janus up before he repositioned himself, trying to not wake the obviously shattered side.

“g’nite Janus,” he muttered before planting a gentile kiss on Janus’s head. he lied down next to Janus, wrapping his arms as best as he could around the side. he didn’t realise how much he had missed holding Janus like this. Sure, the situation could have been better. But he had a feeling if it weren’t for Remus he wouldn’t have cared enough to check.

Virgil didn’t sleep.

Janus had woken up with something warm wrapped around him. It was like a heater for your body mixed with the worlds best blanket. the smell of cookies and coffee filled his nose. making him let out a content sigh. he buried his head further into whatever it was. a small chuckle filled his ears. Since when did blankets make a noise?

He cracked an eye open before shooting up. there lying next to him was a smirking Virgil his hoodie lying where Janus had been moments ago. “okay, what the hell- “the memories from yesterday flooded his mind.

Any though that had been in his mind only a couple minuets ago were washed away. He felt his shoulders beginning to shake as he dug his nails into his arms. Virgil threw the hoodie his way. he caught it mid air and slipped it on as quickly as possible. He could swear that any thoughts left as soon as he put his first arm in that sleeve.

“what happened yesterday Janus?” Virgil asked. he guessed when he winced at the memories Virgil was not going to back down from this one. “some things were said… and roman made fun of my name,” he muttered. he looked up to see a murderous look on Virgil’s face. “I compared him to Remus and…the look on his face. Virge… it won’t go away,” he cried, burying his head in Virgil’s shoulder.

He was fresh out of tears and felt like a piece of dirt. “sorry you had to witness that last night,” he sniffed. “hey, don’t apologise, feeling suck. Sometimes all you need is a good cry,” Virgil chuckled, “take that from me.”

Janus didn’t say anything but only held onto Virgil ever so slightly tighter. sure things weren’t the best. But even so. He was happy to know despite what had happened Virgil could still keep a soft spot for him. A warm feeling spread in his chest. happiness was something he loved. And to Janus, Virgil was his own source of daily happiness.

Despite all their fights, at the end of the day neither could be mad for long. They would always come to a compromise. And right now, even if it was just to put what happened behind them, he was okay with that.

He had Virgil and Virgil had him. he had all he needed in his arms.

#Janus sanders #Virgil sanders #anxceit #anceit #patton sanders mention #logan sanders mention #remus sanders #thomas sanders #sander sides #angst #some form of break down?

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chocochar · 4 years

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Can we get the lady and the tramp part 3 it’s beyond cute 😍

(Took me a while to get to this but eeeyyyy it’s done)

Part 1 | Part 2

[(F/n)'s POV]

Being with a villain is definitely a hard thing to get used to.

I love Dabi so much!! But getting nearly kidnapped a few times after he became known, I'm not too fond of. But it never comes to fruition, me getting taken, whether it's because he showed up just in time and they got scared and left, or my dad's men were nearby. Even though Dabi tries to play it off that he just happened to be in the area I know he came to protect me! At least I hope.

Today, like always, I won't see him until he comes through my window late at night. My mom's commented about how tired I've been looking, and taking a check of myself in the mirror I can see some dark circles under my eyes. But I like to wait up for my boyfriend, because I don't see him that much otherwise.

Getting up later than I meant to I yawn and get ready; a shower, getting dressed, doing my hair and makeup, and getting something to eat. It's nice out, so I check my phone to see if anyone wants to go out. A couple of my friends agreed to go shopping and grabbing my purse (which is new from Dabi, he likes to surprise me with gifts sometimes! Although he won't tell me how he makes so much money... Hmm...) and phone I leave.

Seeing them I call out,"Hey girls!"

"(F/n), you look so tired, are you sleeping okay?" The first thing one of them says. I scratch the back of my head and smile, hoping they won't see through my lie.

"Huh? O-Oh yeah! I've just been tossing and turning a lot, nothing to worry about!" I assure them; I can tell they don't believe me and as we start walking my other friend asks,"Are you suuuure? I bet you're seeing a guy and not telling us."

The other gasps and asks,"Wait are you?! Ooooo, is he a bad boy? Is that why you're hiding him?~"

"Maybe it's someone we know! Or he's super hot and she's just scared we'll drool all over him, huh?" she nudges me with her elbow. My face is red and my eyes avoid theirs as I fail at lying or hiding me dating someone from them.

"I-I mean I, um, n-no! I'm not seeing a-anyone!" I exclaim, crossing my arms and not giving them anymore than that.

They keep trying to pry even as we buy some outfits as well as get lunch. The day is nice, it's relaxed and laid back, and I text Dabi when he replies or messages me. The two keep trying to look over my shoulder, one of them managing too and teasing,"Ooooo, babydoll?! So cute!~"

I hide my phone in my purse so they won't keep snooping.

Things seem fine, but when night starts to fall I begin to feel something: we're being watched. Not like my dad's men, but something dangerous maybe? I don't like the feeling, but the other two don't seem to notice as we walk the sidewalk; the two are chatting away while I keep eyeing alleys or peeking behind us when it won't go away. It's not very busy down this street, either... I don't like this.

"(F/n)? Are you okay?" My one friend asks, noticing how stiff I am or how many times I keep looking back in just a minute alone. I look at her surprised before smiling and nodding.

"Huh? Yeah, of course!"

"Are you sure? You seem kind of on edge," she replies, my other friend eyeing me concerned.

"H-Huh? Really?? No, I'm totally fine," I try to lie, but hearing footsteps I look back... I freeze seeing a rather scary looking man keeping up with us a few feet behind. His look alone is terrifying but he's eyeing us like meat, or more specifically... He's eyeing me like a prized jewel... Oh no...

"(F/n)?" My friend asks, the two looking at the scary stranger suspiciously. My legs won't seem to move. No, not while they're here! What if they get hurt or caught up in something too?!

"So you are (F/n), huh? Thought so, you're pretty cute in person, no wonder he's so attached," the man gruffly bites out. My legs finally find it in them to move but it's too late; we're surrounded, and my friends are quickly knocked out by it looks like a quirk while I look for some way to run. But I can't, I can't leave them!!

"Wa-Wait, please don't hurt them!" I plead, holding up my hands and looking at the different villains. "A-are you here because of...?"

"Got that right, doll, we're lookin' for Dabi, after what he did to our boys before we just wanna... talk to him," one barks, his smirk making me so uncomfortable. I move away when he goes to grab me, as he continues,"We found out about ya, so why not get him back the best way possible?"

"Kidnap his girl, have him come to her rescue, then get him while he's distracted," the big, main one adds, large hand wrapping around my arm. I whimper with how iron tight his grip is, fear filling me to the brim and my heart pounding so fast. "That, or do something to you in front of him, should hurt him real good for the shit he's caused. You're pretty cute, guess we'll see how cooperative he is.~"

"W-Wait what?" I ask, not understanding what he means. But before he can say anything else I feel something hit me behind my head and everything goes black.

[X][X][X]

"... sure he's gonna show up?"

"Once he gets the little note we left him in her room probably, if this pretty little rich girl means shit to him," I hear two of my kidnappers conversing. I start to wake up, groggily, but I can make out what they're saying now as well as opening my eyes to see the room we're in... or lack thereof. It looks like an abandoned hotel room; the walls have holes, the floorboards are dirty and some rotted, and the air is thick with dust as well as the smell of these men. I groan and notice it's already night time, how late it is I don't know but I'm sure my parents are worried sick, and... maybe Dabi is too? I don't see my friends... Oh no...

"Wh-Where... are my...."

"Oh good, you're up," one smirks down at me and the two approach me. "Didn't think you were gonna get your ass up, but glad that hit didn't kill ya."

"Where am I...? And where are my, my friends...?" I ask trying to sit up; my wrists are tied behind my back and I'm lying on my side. The way they're eyeing me... It gives me chills, are they going to kill me??

"Don't worry, your friends got left on their doorsteps. We ain't got any need for them," he replies, kneeling in front of me. I go stiff immediately when his hand starts running up and down my thigh, my eyes wide. Wh-What is he doing...? "Just you, maybe your boyfriend will show and we can finally take care of business."

"But if he doesn't, well, we'll have to decide what to do with you," his partner grins, the man's hand on me moving higher. I start to breathe heavier and I attempt to scoot away from him, snapping,"D-Don't touch me...! Get your hands o-off me!"

"Oh? And how're you gonna make me?~" he gropes my backside and I whimper. My legs are untied fortunately and without hesitating I bring my leg up and kick him in the face. He falls back, looking at me in shock and holding his cheek. I glare at him, although it's not very menacing. And he returns it looking much, much scarier, growling,"You bitch...!"

I scream when he grips my hair and straddles me, saying,"Not so tough now when you're held down, are ya? Feisty bitch..." I start to feel his other hand wandering and trying to pull my (pants, skirt, etc) off, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Does Dabi even know I'm gone? I hope he cares, I... I want him here... "I don't hear anything either, looks like your boyfriend ain't comin' huh? Guess we jumped thinkin' he'd give a shit, but lookie, you're all alone, and we're gonna-"

Before he can finish the sound of an explosion almost is heard somewhere else in the building with glass breaking and other men screaming. We all look at the door, which sits open; I can make out... blue lighting, like a glow, like... Dabi's fire?!

"Shit, did he just show up?!"

"Yeah, I think so! Uh," the other kidnapper peeks out of the room as the blue glow disappears and his expression turns horrified before he slams the door shut and locks it. "Quick, do something about her!!"

The man on me suddenly brandishes a knife and starts to cut away at my shirt, my tears starting to flow. What is he doing?! Is he going to kill me, o-or something else? He glares at me, seemingly changing his mind when he goes to cut my bra open, and turning the knife around in his hand so it's held like he's about to stab me. He starts raising it, muttering,"Gotta get rid of ya, sweetheart..." and I panic.

"D... DABI!!" I scream as loud as I can. He and the other man freeze when the sound of boots hit the floorboards with quick, thundering steps coming our way, then it goes quiet. We wait, and I nearly wonder if it wasn't Dabi, that he didn't come and I saw something else.

That all changes when the door is blown open like an explosion and blue flames burst through the doorway into the room. Luckily I'm far enough from the door they don't hit me, but the other kidnapper falls as he cries in pain. I clench my eyes shut, listening as he goes silent. When I reopen them I swallow at the sign of his charred remains as well as the blaze gone; it's a gross, terrifying sight. Me and the man on top of me look at the burnt doorway, the door on the ground in pieces, and my heart races seeing my scarred knight in shining leather steps through. He looks mad, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are scary and almost glowing. The man on me is visibly shaking; he seems to forget his plan as he stands and holds up his hands the knife dropping.

"O-Oh look who it is, so ya did show up," he says shakily, giving a nervous grin.

"Why wouldn't I? You took my girl, and I think burning you all alive is worth more than enough for what you had planned," he says calmly; it's terrifying. He's mad, but still so calm. That's one thing I like about Dabi, though, he's level headed even when he's upset, well, for the most part. "You've got five seconds to try to run for the door before you join your buddy here." He gestures to the corpse. The man gulps, wasting no time in rushing for the door. Just as he makes it Dabi holds his hand up to blast more blue flames his way, but he stops when our eyes meet. His hand lowers and coming over to me he kneels down beginning to untie my wrists.

The moment I'm free I jump up to wrap my arms around his neck burying my face in his overcoat. His own scarred limbs loop around me and I can feel him lightly rub my back. The tears are already coming, and I swallow trying to hold them back.

"It's okay, babe, you didn't really think I'd leave you to these assholes, did you?" he asks, pulling back and looking down at me.

"I-I was hoping not," I admit, taking this chance to kiss his lips before holding him again. I did have that fear that he wasn't going to show up. Was I important enough for him to risk it? That's all I could think, but him being here... I think I have my answer.

He takes me home hidden by the dark of night so no one sees us; it's after midnight apparently, my parents aren't home when we make it to my house, Dabi telling me they went to the police. Once they get back I'll tell them I managed to escape or something, but for now I hurry and change, looking for my phone to at least text them.

Dabi stops me, though, and I look at him confused, unable to read his expression.

"Dabi? What is it?"

I don't get an answer, instead he kisses me deeply, his arms pulling me tight against him while my own loop around his neck; my hands feel through his hair and I smile into the kiss. It's brief because I pull back and meeting his cerulean gaze I ask,"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" he asks. He's not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but this time I can see he's upset. Was he... that worried??

"... Nothing, but I'm glad you came, my knight in shining leather.~" I smile warmly, his cheeks shockingly turning a red tint as he averts his eyes. It's almost like he's embarrassed, mumbling,"Shut up, idiot..." before I kiss him again.

He won't admit it out loud that he cares about me, but his actions tonight were all I needed to know how important I am to him. That's all I need, because he's the most important thing in my life, and I hope I'm just as much to him.

(AN: Hope this is okay, sorry it took a while to do, writers block suuuucks QuQ )

#bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha dabi x reader #dabi x reader

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Time for a story - Guilty

“You have put a lot of work into this project.”

“It’s a promising idea,” Felicity replied and perked up her eyebrows, “so why do you sound surprised?”

Chuckling, Bruce leaned back in his chair. He rested his right ankle on his left knee and folded his hands over of his abs. Without saying a word, he watched her for a moment. He was shaking his head slightly, barely visible even for her although she knew Bruce quite well by now.

Looking back at him without batting an eyelid, Felicity straightened up in her armchair a little. She wasn’t sure what exactly to do with his reaction. It actually made her long back to the days when he would have reacted to her presented idea by saying that it was a promising idea though he did think that the idea of their naked bodies rolling between the sheets.

Felicity appreciated the kind of friendship she had with Bruce now too much to want those days back, but she was almost sure that it would make things easier today.

“I am not surprised,” Bruce said with a low sigh, “because I know how much thought you put into everything you do. You wouldn’t suggest something like this lightly.”

This was true all the way. Felicity loved her work. She put as much thought and energy into bringing this company forward as she did into raising her kids or saving this city. She didn’t do any of this lightly.

Felicity narrowed her eyes at Bruce slightly. “I sense a but coming.”

“But,” Bruce said indeed, smiling at how well she knew him by now, “don’t you think it’s a little bit too much?”

Felicity frowned. “Have you met me?”

Bruce chuckled at that, telling Felicity that he knew exactly what she meant. She was known for juggling with several tasks at a time. Managing Queen Incorporated while raising five kids was not a small thing, even in a branch that was dominated by men. Bruce, as her friend, knew even better how many things she really had on her plate.

“All I am saying is-“

When Felicity’s phone rang, Bruce stopped.

“Sorry.”

Felicity hurried to take her phone and see that someone was calling from home. She frowned at that because, usually, when she got a call from home in the middle of the day, something had happened. The last time she had gotten a call at this time of the day, Raisa had called to tell her that she had picked up Emmy from school early since she had some terrible stomachache which had eventually resulted in all the kids falling sick one after the other.

Of course Felicity knew that she never had to take a call from home if she was in any important meetings. With Raisa, her kids had the best nanny at home. She was more than a nanny. She was like a grandma to them actually, the way she had always been some kind of mom to Oliver too. If she alone couldn’t handle something – which rarely ever happened – she knew that Donna and now Quentin were always up to take care of their grandkids.

Still, since Felicity had started working again and Oliver had turned his role as a stay-at-home dad for his position as the mayor, she had never not taken a call from home. Even though she knew that her kids were being taken care of the best they could, she just wanted to make sure that she was available for them after all. She was a mother by heart, and it was the most important ones of her jobs because it was the one she had decided to take even if she wouldn’t get an out for more than eighteen years, even if she tried to.

“I gotta hang up, Bruce,” she told him, already thinking about what was going on now, “so please just think about my idea. Maybe you are in, and we can convince Lena Luthor to join into this project too. Otherwise, I will find some other partners and-“

“I will think about it,” Bruce interrupted her, “and my answer will be yes. Just promise me that you won’t overwork yourself. You already look exhausted, and I just want you to take care of yourself and take some rests. Those are important.”

Felicity smiled. Bruce, who she knew never took a break himself because he loved his work as much as she did, advised her to lean back and relax a little. It just showed how much he cared about her and how his view on what was good for her was so much clearer than his view on himself.

“I have trouble lying back and relax.”

“I know it’s not your strength,” Bruce whispered, “and it’s not mine either. I need to be reminded of it again and again too. I am just doing that for you. As your work husband.”

Felicity chuckled. “Work husband. I like that.”

He winked at her. “Take care of yourself.”

“And you take care of you.”

Bruce nodded his head briefly before he ended the video call. Felicity looked at the black monitor for a moment longer. Soon she took her still ringing and vibrating phone and took the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, mommy.”

Felicity couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Tommy’s voice. She knew now that nothing bad had happened. Tommy, who had always been closer to her than to Oliver as he was a true mama’s boy, had probably just missed her.

Hearing his voice, Felicity finally realized how much she had missed hearing the voices of he kids too. This last week since Oliver had come back from Hong Kong, she had tried to catch up on all the work that had been left on her desk during the time he had been gone and she had made sure that the kids had at least one parent at home. Because of that, she had barely seen her kids all week. She had basically only seen them while they had ben asleep, kissing them goodnight after they had already found into sleep.

Those days, Felicity hated being a working mom. As much as she tired to deny it, she had to admit that she was feeling guilty for how little time she got to spend with her kids at times. She guessed it was what every working parents felt like, at least if they really wanted to be a good parents.

“Hey, Buddy,” she replied lightly, “how are you doing?”

“I miss you, mommy.”

Felicity knew that she should have been ready for Tommy to just babble out the truth like that, but she really hadn’t been. His words caused her heart to ache. They took her breath and made all that guilt she had tried to swallow down these last couple of days come back to the surface.

“I miss you too, Tommy.”

She really missed all of her children. The decision to have a big family had not been a decision that she had made lightly. Emmy had come as some kind of surprise to her and Oliver. Tommy had been planned for a little bit later, but sooner or later hadn’t mattered at the very end. Millie had been fully planned, even despite the misunderstanding surrounding her conception. Addie had been another surprise, just like Emmy or even more than Emmy actually, but Felicity and Oliver had made the decision to have her even despite the depression she had hit. Felicity barely remembered that conversation, but she knew that Oliver would have agreed to an abortion if she had thought that it was necessary for her to be happy.

All of her kids, even if the pregnancies hadn’t always been easy on her, were undeniably a part of her life now, and she couldn’t imagine life without any of them. Planned or not, prenatal depression or not, Felicity didn’t regret having any of her children. She loved every single one of them, and she loved them all the same.

“I need more time with you.”

Tommy’s words reached right into her heart it seemed. Bruce had told her to lie back and relax which usually meant spending quality time with her kids, but she hadn’t really let that too close to her. At least not until now.

When it came to her kids, Felicity knew that she was more than blessed. All of her kids were healthy and happy. They had talents and great hearts. The latter was also the very reason why they barely ever complained about how much they had to share their parents with other people or the city. They knew that they were doing necessary and important work. It was the only way Felicity could live with spending so much time at work instead of by their side.

“I know, Buddy,” Felicity replied with a low sigh, “I really need more time with you too.”

“Tonight, okay?” Tommy suggested. “Tonight you come home and you will read a bedtime story for me.”

Felicity smiled. Even though they hadn’t had a lot of time together lately, Tommy didn’t demand that she’d drop everything and work and come home right now. He knew that it would be an impossible demand because Felicity would want to do him that favor, but she wouldn’t be able to. At least she wouldn’t be able to without feeling distracted by all the work she would have to catch up on the next day. That was why all Tommy asked for was for her to come home at a reasonable time and put her to bed.

How could Felicity possibly say no to that?

“I will be there,” Felicity said, her voice as firm as possible, “I promise.”

Although Felicity couldn’t see it, she knew that Tommy was smiling all over his face. She could basically feel it deep in her bones because that was how well she knew her son.

“Okay.” Tommy’s voice proved that Felicity had been right. “See you later, mommy.”

“See you tonight, Tommy.”

With a smile on her lips, Felicity hung up the phone and ended the call. In moments like these, she felt like she had no words to describe how much being a mom meant to her. She rarely ever had the words for it which was weird since she always had something to say. Being a mom just meant so much more to her than any words could possibly fathom.

A low knock at the door made Felicity lift her gaze. Emily stood right outside the office, sticking her head in through the door though. She smiled at her.

“Felicity, Oliver’s press conference is starting in a minute,” she told her, “you wanted me to remind you.”

Felicity glanced at her watch to see that Emily was right. Oliver’s press conference did indeed start in a couple of seconds, well, or minutes since Oliver was rarely ever in time. Not even his position as mayor had changed anything about that.

“Thank you, Emily.”

“Of course.”

Felicity grabbed her tablet and opened the streaming service Channel Seven offered. The anchorwoman of the news show was still talking about some traffic struggles that had occurred downtown these last couple of days, causing several accidents. It wasn’t really a secret that Oliver was barely in time.

While it could be annoying sometimes, Felicity was thankful for Oliver’s lateness today. That way, she had time to grab her lunch now and eat it while she was watching the press conference.

Felicity reached into her purse and took out the small lunchbox that Oliver had thrusted into her hand right before she had left to go to work. She opened the box, hopeful to maybe find some chicken sandwiches or maybe that mozzarella pasta she loved so much. Instead, she found something that consisted of lots of vegetables.

Scrunching up her nose slightly, Felicity wondered why she had to be married to a man that loved healthy food so much. She deserved French Fries and burgers instead of whatever this was.

Groaning, Felicity picked some of the food with her fork and lifted it to her nose. She smelled at it, unable to deny that it did smell kind of delicious, before she pushed it into her mouth. Getting married to that man was definitely the best choice she had ever made. Even vegetables tasted like heaven when he was the one making them.

The scenery of the news changed towards City Hall where the brunette reporter that was usually sent to report about local politics was standing at the bottom of the stairs. A lectern was placed on the staircase, just waiting for the mayor to step behind it and talk about whatever there was new at City Hall.

While she was talking, Felicity took some more bites of her lunch. With the fork on the way to her lips, Felicity stilled at what she saw at the top right corner of her monitor.

Oliver was already standing at the gallery upstairs. He was somewhat hidden behind a corner. Most reporters probably didn’t see him, and whoever was standing behind the camera of Channel Seven didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. It didn’t matter anyway.

Felicity noticed though and she really did care.

Unlike most times when Oliver was giving any statement, he wasn’t upstairs, taking some deep breaths, alone. He wasn’t in John’s company either. Quentin, who had used to be there for a lot of occasions hadn’t been available for quite some weeks now because he had decided that it was time to quit his job and retire instead.

A tall brunette was with him. Although her back was turned towards the camera, Felicity knew exactly who it was. Those slim long legs in the tight black pants were easily recognizable. The slim waist was something that Felicity could easily recognize too. Last but not least, Felicity always recognized the hands of women that were touching parts of his body they should rather not be touching.

Apparently, McKenna Hall, the still somewhat new Captain of the SCPD, was trying to adjust Oliver’s tie. She was fumbling with the knot of it, trying to make it look perfect and put it perfectly into place too.

Felicity slid back and forth on her chair almost a little uncomfortably. She was feeling a weird stitching in her chest, a terribly sore and uncomfortable feeling. Her throat had grown tight, a thick clump feeling like it was choking her from inside out.

It had been a long time since Felicity had felt like this the last time. It had been so long that she barely recognized the feeling. She knew it was there, and she knew what it was though.

With an almost hysterical chuckle, Felicity pushed another fork of her lunch into her mouth and shook her head. It was ridiculous. It really was so ridiculous that a new word had to be found for it. It was more than ridiculous. It was hilarious probably.

Once more, Felicity stared at the monitor. Still, nobody seemed to have caught what was happening just a few feet away from all the cameras. All the cameras that Felicity could see were still directed at the reporters that had been sent to report from the press conference. They filmed their reporters while they were probably just recalling some barely important information to kill time instead of gathering some footage of how the Captain of the SCPD was now trying to smooth the wrinkles from his shirt.

As Felicity felt her eyes drawn to it, unable to look away, she quickly closed the window of the streaming service. Staring at the black monitor, she lifted her fork to her lips once more. Before it touched her tongue, she scrunched up her nose and put the fork back into the small bowl though. She didn’t really feel hungry anymore.

Taking in a deep breath, Felicity moved her fingertips over the top of her desk. She straightened her spine, pushing her shoulders back a little. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and felt somewhat calmer when she opened her eyes again.

This was so ridiculous, and she wouldn’t let that allow her to lose her footing. Barely anything ever made her lose her footing. This wouldn’t do it either.

→ → → → →

Looking at how his kids were helping him with the dishes, Oliver couldn’t help but smile. After they had finished dinner, the kids had all wanted to head in front of TV or upstairs into their rooms, so they could read or play. When Oliver had told them that the one of them who would help the most while doing the dishes would get a hundred free kisses, they had become competitive though.

His kids loved each other, but they were quite competitive. They just weren’t competitive enough to not be fair to each other. It was why Emmy was always taking glances at her younger siblings, making sure that she wasn’t too fast. She even put some of the dishes and cutlery she had dried, to the piles of her siblings, so she wasn’t too far ahead of them. She was actually a little bit behind and-

Oliver’s thoughts came to a stop when he heard the front door being unlocked.

“I think mommy is home.”

That little contest about doing the dishes was completely forgotten now. All kids put the dishes they had been busy with aside, not even caring if they put it to the piles of their siblings. They just dropped everything as quickly as they could, so they could welcome their mommy back home.

Oliver couldn’t hold it against them. Even if there would still be a mountain of dishes to take care of instead of the few things that were, he wouldn’t hold it against them. They had barely seen their mother all week as Felicity had needed to catch up on all the things, she had missed out on at work during the week that he had been in Hong Kong. They had missed her terrible although they understood why she had needed to be at Queen Incorporated instead of their home.

Honestly, Oliver had missed her too. The home just didn’t feel the same without Felicity here. There was just something missing, something that made this house his home.

While the kids were all running towards the door already, Oliver stayed back in the kitchen for some moments. He wanted to give his kids the time to welcome their mommy home before he joined them.

Eventually, Oliver followed them. Stepping into the foyer, he found Emmy, Tommy, Millie and Addie surrounding their mother as they hugged her tightly. Felicity’s arms were barely long enough to hold the four of them close to her, but she did her best to do so nonetheless.

“I think daddy is jealous,” Emmy said with a chuckle, noticing Oliver’s gaze, “because he missed mommy too.”

“Just a little.”

Oliver lifted his hand, showing a small distance between his thumb and forefinger. Felicity lifted her eyebrows at that. She didn’t have to say the words for him to know if that was really what he was going with. After a week of not getting sex, he might want to correct his answer a little.

“Maybe a little more.”

Chuckling, Felicity tightened her arms around her kids for a moment before she let go of them to cross the distance towards Oliver. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she stepped towards him. Oliver put his hands to his hips, pulling her closer until her chest was pressed against his. Their lips met in a gentle kiss.

It was crazy how, even after all the years they had shared as husband and wife now, Oliver still felt his stomach fluttering when he was kissing Felicity the way it did now. No other woman had ever made him feel like that, not even during the kinkiest sex. Love just created more emotions than arousal could.

When Felicity eventually pulled back, Oliver licked his tongue over his lip, chasing her taste. He opened his eyes a moment later to find Felicity’s eyes already on him. With slightly narrowed eyes, she was watching him. It was impossible to say what was going on in her mind, so he just perked up his eyebrows, asking about it wordlessly. He just knew that she would understand.

Felicity already opened her mouth to reply, when she suddenly stopped. There was a beat of hesitation before she shook her head with a chuckle that Oliver wasn’t sure what to think of. The next moment, she was already turning away, back towards the kids.

“Can we stay awake a little longer tonight, mommy?” Emmy asked, looking at Felicity with the same big, blue eyes that Felicity always called puppy eyes whenever Oliver was using them on her. “It’s the first time this week that you are back home before we are in bed already.”

Of course Emmy knew exactly what buttons to push to get what she wanted. Reminding Felicity that they hadn’t had a lot of time this week served as a guarantee to get her what she wanted. Felicity couldn’t possibly say no to it, just like Oliver hadn’t been able to say no to it when he had come back from Hong Kong last week. It was just how they rolled as parents.

“I am all in for watching a movie with you guys tonight,” Felicity said, “and we will start it as soon as you are all ready for bed. Whoever is ready – which means in their pajamas and having brushed their teeth – first will get to decide what movie we are going to watch.”

The kids didn’t have to be told twice. Emmy, Millie and Addie all ran upstairs. They were screeching, telling each other that they would win. Oliver looked after them, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. He was sure that all of them would pick the same movie anyway. He knew his daughters well enough for that.

While the three had run upstairs, Tommy was still standing here. He had stepped closer to his mother, pulling at her dress to gain his attention.

“What’s up, Buddy?” Felicity asked, framing his face. “You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. They didn’t get to hear that from any of their children very often. Like most children, theirs likes to fight for every minute they got to spend awake longer, only to fall asleep on the couch two minutes later.

“Can I have my bedtime story now?”

Felicity chuckled quietly and kissed his forehead. “Of course. Go upstairs and make yourself ready for bed. I will be there in two minutes.”

“Okay.”

With that, Tommy hurried upstairs too. Oliver listened to how his son’s steps were growing quieter. At the same time, he watched the back of Felicity’s neck, still unable to shake the feeling that something was going on with him.

As soon as he heard the door to Tommy’s room closing upstairs, Oliver took Felicity’s hand and turned her back around to him. He watched her face, and, although she was perking up her eyebrows again, Oliver didn’t buy it this time. She knew exactly what he was thinking which only proved to him that he was right.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Lie.”

Felicity almost pulled back a little at his word. They didn’t lie to each other often, and, at least most times, those were only those small, little lies you told for whatever reason. It was nothing bad. They neve lied when it was important. They were as open to each other as it was good for a married couple.

Oliver waited patiently for Felicity to tell him what was going on. He had time. He knew that she’d tell him eventually anyway. That was just how they always did it.

Puckering her lips, Felicity stepped a little closer to him. Her hand started stroking up and down his chest while she was watching his face. For a second, he thought that she was trying to distract him from the fact that he knew something was wrong.

A moment later, it clicked with him though.

“You saw the news.”

“Yes, I did.”

Felicity’s answer sounded matter-of-factly. The way her right eyebrow had perked up slightly made him know that Felicity wasn’t as uncaring about it as she tired to make it seem though.

“You’re jealous.”

The words escaped his lips before Oliver really thought about them. He hadn’t even really understood them. He had just seen that glint in her eyes and had known that she was right.

“I’m not jealous.”

Felicity tried to take a step away from him. When he wouldn’t let her do that, she just crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her jaws tightened as she bit down on her tongue. Her lips puckered, making her look feisty.

“I’m not.”

Oh, yes, she was. Felicity Megan Queen, his beloved wife, who had helped him to move on from all jealousy he had felt whenever she had been with Ray or Bruce or any other man, he had thought could make her happier than he could have, was jealous now.

She was so jealous. Oliver could barely bite back a chuckle. He wasn’t used to see her like that, and he couldn’t help but feel all the more enamored with Felicity.

Felicity seemed to noticed how delighted he really was about her reaction to seeing that news. She pushed her bottom lip forward a little, looking like Emmy when she was unsure if reasoning or pouting was the best way to get what she wanted.

“I have daddy issues,” she said eventually, defiant being her choice it seemed, “so I am allowed to be a little… pissed.”

“Jealous,” Oliver insisted, tapping the tip of his finger against her nose, “jealous is the word.”

With a groan, Felicity tried to turn away from him, but Oliver wouldn’t let her. He kissed her lips again and again and again, proceeding to pepper kisses all over her face.

Felicity had always said that jealousy wasn’t anything good. It wasn’t helpful. It didn’t do anything but creating chaos and pain. She had always done her best not to be jealous, staying true to her words. Sometimes, she had teased him, knowing that it did weirdly turn him on when she was jealous. Right now, it seemed like the first time that she was really, honestly jealous.

God, he just loved her so much!

Oliver continued to pepper kisses over her face, almost thanking her for being jealous. Weirdly, as many girls he had been with – even at the same time he had hated to admit even to himself now – he doubted that a lot of them had been jealous because of him. Laurel, who had loved him so much once upon a time, had known that he had been with other girls, but she had simply closed her eyes about that. Sara, who had known that he had been with Laurel, hadn’t seemed to care either as she had never asked him to leave Laurel or anything like that. With Helena, it had all ended before it had really begun.

Weirdly, the only person who had really seemed jealous had been Isabel Rochev. She had sensed that his heart had already been Felicity’s by the time they had been hooking up, and she had hated it so unbelievably much.

Chuckling, Felicity pushed him away eventually. She tried to look angry, but amusement was sparkling in her eyes.

“I have to go upstairs to our son.”

With that, she turned around and headed towards the stairs. Oliver pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants, watching her. By the time Felicity was already halfway upstairs, she shot a look back over her shoulder to where he was still standing. He winked at her, and, although she was shaking her head, she couldn’t bite back the wide smile on her face.

Oliver waited until Felicity had disappeared upstairs before he turned towards the kitchen and continued the dishes that he had the kids had been working at before.

He still couldn’t really believe that this had happened. Felicity, his Felicity, was jealous. After everything they had been through, she hated knowing that a woman, he had once been with, had adjusted his tie and smoothed some wrinkles from his shirt.

Fact was that the only reason this had happened was that he had been terribly nervous. The press conference today had had nothing to do with the vigilantism, but it had been the first since he had announced working with the vigilantes. That Felicity hadn’t been able to join him there hadn’t helped either. McKenna had caught up to it and had tried to distract him, not because she was interested in him, but because she was an alley when it came to his political decisions.

Emmy, Millie and Addie coming back downstairs pulled him from his thoughts. He dried his hands with one of the towels before he went to the living room. The three girls had already gathered there.

“Where is mommy?” Millie asked immediately.

“She is reading a bedtime story for Tommy,” Oliver explained with a smile, “so you have time to choose a movie together. You all came back downstairs at the same time, right?”

“Right.”

Emmy winked at him, and it was all Oliver needed to know that Emmy had willingly lost and convinced Millie to not win either, so Addie had a chance at winning too.

While the girls started debating which movie to watch, Oliver sat down on the armrest of the couch and watched them. He loved being a dad, but he was sure that his kids really made it easy for him. They were so perfectly caring about each other as well as people in general.

Eventually, Oliver wasn’t sure how much time had passed, Tommy came back downstairs. He was wearing his pajamas and no socks. He was holding Emmy’s pink giraffe, the one she had owned since birth and was borrowing to Tommy sometimes, in his arms. He didn’t look as tired as he had probably been before. The little mommy-time he had had, had probably served him enough energy.

“Tommy,” Oliver said, “where is mama?”

“Upstairs.” Tommy smiled. “She passed out during reading.”

Oliver chuckled. “I don’t doubt that.”

“I read the rest of the story to her.”

“That makes me very proud,” Oliver told him, “so do you want to watch the movie with the others now?”

Tommy shook his head. “I want to sleep, but mama is taking too much space from the bed.”

Oliver chuckled. Felicity loved to take at least three quarters of the bed. It was part of the reason why he loved to sleep on top of her, keeping her from urging him to the edge of the bed where he couldn’t sleep without fear of falling out. The other, more important one, was that he loved to listen to the beat of her heart as he was asleep. It told him that he wasn’t alone in the world.

“Okay, I will make sure that you will have your bed all to yourself,” Oliver said, “but you have to give me some minutes.”

“Okay.”

Tommy didn’t even question Oliver’s request. He crouched down in one of the armchairs, clutching the pink giraffe to his chest and watching his sisters continuing to debate what movie to watch.

Oliver hurried upstairs towards Tommy’s bedroom. He leaned into the frame of the door and just watched the view he was offered. Felicity, still wearing the rosé dress she had worn to work today, was sprawled across the mattress. Her glasses were sitting on top of her nose askew, looking like they were about to break any second.

Smiling, Oliver stepped closer to Felicity. No matter how many times he had watched her sleeping, it would never not feel special to him.

Oliver approached the bed and stroked his fingertips over Felicity’s cheek. She sighed sleepily, grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers through his. Oliver’s smile widened. Even when she was asleep, Felicity was searching his closeness. He loved that.

Pushing his left arm under her knees and his right arm behind her back, Oliver lifted Felicity from Tommy’s bed. She snuggled closer towards him, seeking his warmth it seemed. Oliver’s smile widened once more, and he pressed his lips against her temple.

Tonight, Felicity would need some time to recover from her long week of work. She would get that in their bed. Right before he would exhaust her again the next morning.

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quiet-hypnotist · 4 years

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Of Drinks And Dreams

(Just a quick heads-up: This story features a fairly conversational induction scene. And given the nature of that style, please have a content warning. All suggestions that the tist in this story mentions are about feeling pleasure from obedience and being taken into hypnosis. At the end there is the mention of a re-induction trigger, yet that along with all suggestions is framed to fade as the story ends, much like waking from a dream. A dream about what exactly? Well, for that much detail you gotta read it yourself. Enjoy!)

“Hey there. I hope you saved a beer for me.” The friendly call turned some heads, but not more than on any other Friday evening in this place. The small hotel bar wasn’t exactly the place where people would go to find isolation. During the work days that might have meant a bustling bartender and busy waiters all throughout the room. Yet as it so often went the last days of the week flushed only the weary or the troubled through the doors. And whoever didn’t silently cling to their glass eventually let silky dark air outside flush them back out the same way, sending them to bed or back to the grind.

As such the room was already almost deserted, the only one’s who truly took note were the three people who, with beaming faces, turned to face the source of the noise and wave. The two guys sitting across from each other smirked before one of them corrected their glasses for the dramatic effect, donning their best imitation of what might have otherwise been a stern voice: “Get your butt moving and order one then. Ain’t no one saving a drink for the tardy around here.”

“Oh, woe is me! My best friends leave me to just die of thirst.” “Yeah,” the second guy nodded with a smug grin, “and of hunger, too. Don’t think just because you let me copy your notes every week that you’d get even one of these fries from me.” “Oh, guys, c’mon! He was just half an hour late. Why would we possibly have a reason to take that out on him?” The group’s only lady looked no less amused by the exchange than the other two. Though as she shifted in her seat to tug a strand of pink hair behind her ears that expression softened from one of mockery to honest warmth. “Take a seat for now. And here’s your drink.” As he seated himself opposite from her she pushed a filled glass in front of him. “And here I thought I would get to see the day where you finally keep all the good stuff to yourself.” Despite the words he received it with thanks, all the more seeing as both she and the guys still had their own glasses right there. “Already on the second round?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” the first speaker waved it aside, “isn’t it only natural we’d wait for you?” On the other side of the table the smug guy laughed. “Ryan, you do notice how much you’re contradicting yourself, right?” Adjusting his glasses again more out of embarrassment over his act from before than of necessity, Ryan countered: “Not like you or Brielle were any better.” “Oh, I don’t know,” Brielle winked, “I think Jeff here was pretty convincing. Or can you imagine him willingly sharing food with anyone?” “Ah, you have a point.” “Excuse me? What are you implying here?” “Nothing, of course. Could these eyes lie to you?” “Damn, yes, they could.” “Hey now, that’s the privilege of a lady.” “C’mon, Erik, say something to her, will you?” Instead of saying something he took a sip from the offered beer before chuckling. “Nah, I think I’ll let you folks do the talking tonight.” “See, that is why I don’t share my fries with him.”

“Don’t tell me…” Brielle stopped to take a good look at his face. “Did it happen again?” He nodded. For a moment the group fell silent. “Damn, you really have it figured out, huh?” “I wish.” Ryan shook his head in disbelief. “You need to get a grip, man. There’s no way it works like that.” “You’d really think so.” It was always the same reaction. Not like Erik could blame them. Honestly, he himself often enough doubted what was going on. And he was there when it happened. How would they have an easier time believing it?

“Err, sorry to be the party pooper or something.” Jeff scratched his head in hopes of finding the right tone for the occasion: “But could someone maybe give me a quick rundown here? What are you even saying happened? Traffic jam or some such? We… we are talking about why Erik was late, aren’t we?”

Brielle chuckled with that same helpless eye roll as the day Erik had first told her about it. Ryan meanwhile frowned: “You haven’t heard yet?” “That’s why I’m asking, wouldn’t you say?” “Hey, no need to get snarky. Just… oh, who am I kidding, it’s not like I would have that clear an idea myself.”

To assist him Brielle mentioned: “Erik chatted up a girl.”

And fell silent again. As if that would explain anything. Thousands of people chatted up someone. And just as Erik would have expected, Jeff seemed to be of a similar opinion: “Hey man, good for you! You’ve been single long enough! What’s it been since that cutie from the pool party? Six years? Seven?” “Something like that,” Erik forced himself to smile, “but it’s not what you think.”

“Aww, no need to get shy now! We’ve all flirted with a girl before here. Some of us still are.” Jeff winked at Brielle who just let one of her hands disappear under the table. Seconds later he grimaced but at least today he managed to not make a sound despite the pain where she pinched him.

“You’ll never learn, will you?” Erik sighed. “But be that as it may, really, it is not like that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I had every intention on maybe getting her number. Ask her out on a date, get to know her. You know the drill. But… well, I kinda… talked to her.”

Still wary and with a grumpy glace at the girl besides him Jeff fired back: “That’s usually how flirting with someone new works, Mr. Smartypants. Though hopefully you didn’t only talk to her. Because if that is how you ended up half an hour late I have an idea why you’re making such a long face now.”

Ryan on the other hand nodded, suddenly a lot milder than a few minutes ago: “I feel you there, buddy, believe me. They wanna hear about your hobbies and before you even get into the third arc of Gundams they mysteriously have a prior engagement to get to.” “No, sorry, that might be just your problem there.”

Brielle shut the guys up with a glare that probably would have managed to freeze lava if she tried. Before directing her attention back to Erik, all concern and worry. “What I don’t understand,” she carefully approached the issue, “is why it keeps happening? It would be odd enough if it happened at all, of course, however sometimes life just plays out that way. But every time?” “Tell me about it,” he grimaced. She didn’t seem to press on after seeing his expression. A gap that Jeff more than eagerly used to get a word in himself: “Or better yet, you tell us! Sure you might not exactly play up there with the big movie stars when it comes to sex appeal, but really I can’t see a single reason why you wouldn’t find a date when you actually make an honest effort. So what are you doing that it ends up like this each time?”

It was obvious that their interest was raised to the point where they would never let him off the hook. Especially Jeff, friendly, supportive, nosey Jeff. If Erik didn’t watch his step the guy might just drag him to five blind dates a week until the matter was solved or something. He sure wouldn’t hesitate all for the sake of helping a friend. Though would it really be considered help given the circumstances? So he cleared his throat, taking another sip of liquid courage and tried to express just how it went.

“Really, I’ve been convinced it had to be just a coincidence for the longest time, much like you guys. I mean, it sounds lunatic no matter how you slice it. Chatting up a hot person is enough of a hurdle as it is. But seeing how odd they behave every time… ”

“So what if they tiptoe around you not being their type?”

“Oh, no. No, I doubt you could call it that. Though granted, that’s what anyone would think the first couple times around. So, you know, that’s a fair point to make. But no. It’s not like they feigned interest until a convenient distraction moves the conversation into safer waters. Or like they mysteriously get phone calls that need them to leave and postpone any meetings with me for the indefinite future. Nothing of the sort.”

It had a soothing effect to watch the golden brown alcohol swirl in the glass when he gently moved it while speaking and he found the motion helped the words flowing.

“If anything it is exactly… well, maybe not exactly but still pretty much the opposite. They don’t lose interest. If I had to say it, they get too interested in what I say. Like this girl today. She actually was the one coming up to me this time.”

“Aren’t you just bragging now?” Jeff’s question was swiftly followed by a painful yelp and a death glare that quickly vanished behind Brielle’s gentle encouragement: “Now I would get why you’re sure she wouldn’t just politely avoid you.”

“Right?” He appreciated how she helped him get back on track after the interruption. “I don’t even really remember what she started off with, but within a couple minutes we found ourselves sitting down at a nearby bench with two cheap paper cups in our hands and letting the heat of the coffee inside just warm our fingers. And I want to claim that we had a really eloquent conversation about this or that, but… well, to be honest I just talked. And I guess it was fine because she didn’t do much else. The words just kept flowing as a welcome reason to sit together, spend the time in each other’s company and whatever was said didn’t even matter compared to just keep that moment going.”

Jeff seemed to have some words of his own but no sooner had he opened his mouth when with a careful glance at the pink haired girl next to him he fell silent. Erik barely noticed how dumbfounded he looked with his mouth opening and closing like a carp. In his mind he was back there, on the bench, a flimsy cup of coffee in his fingers instead of cold beer, once more seeing the expression of that young woman.

“She didn’t mind just listening. In fact sometimes she would nod along much as if she were feeling every word she heard. Maybe you already know that sort of fugue when it just feels so right to listen that the only important thing becomes to keep hearing that other person’s voice?” “Mhm,” Brielle murmured, all her attention on him. The guys both leaned back, evidently happy to wait their turn with further words.

“And honestly, had anyone been seeing the two of us sit there it likely wouldn’t have seemed like something out of the ordinary. Just imagine it, taking a stroll in the sun and seeing her there, focused on every word she heard and yet not being aware of a single one of them. Because in that moment it was much better to let the warmth from the cup soak into her. Much easier to simply nod and listen. So very comfy to stop thinking about where the conversation flowed. And how could it not? When even I, the one who kept talking, stopped thinking about the words and focused only on how lovely this person looked?”

He took another sip more to wet his throat than because he was thirsty, but neither of them so much as moved.

“And had such an onlooker continued to take in the scene, can we be sure they had noticed the signs? Would they really have become aware of how that woman’s head started drooping a little more with each nod? Would they have realized the way those shoulders slumped a little more with each breath? Would those eyes have seemed glassy and doll-like even from a distance? Or would all of those things simply happen without anyone noticing at all as the body simply responded to impulses beyond control?”

It was a question he still knew no answer to and at this point he began to wonder if it even mattered at all.

“Memory is such a blurry, foggy thing sometimes but perhaps you remember moments like that, caught somewhere in an unexplored haze between waking and dreaming, between listening and blankly absorbing. And I suppose that must have happened to that girl. Because by the time I noticed she was leaning against me, those eyes fluttering as if dancing on the line between watching and dreaming. Who really knows if she even had the ability left to notice her lips being softly parted, a faint trickle of drool escaping her as she slumped that far.”

Somehow the swirling beer inside his jug became a canvas, conjuring up all the impressions from that time anew. The weight of a person leaning on that arm. The warmth of another body right next to his. The slow, steady rhythm of her breath. The subtle moans as he continued to speak: “She was beautiful like that, no doubt. And as such I dared not to disturb the moment. Whether aware or not, she felt here and now was exactly the right place and exactly the right time to let all worries and cares go. And I cannot put my finger on why, but we both knew that it was perfectly fine because that mind was so good at absorbing the words that continued to flow around it.”

Did the words flow down into the depths between slumbering thoughts like a warm, soothing liquid down a thirsty throat? It was a nice image at the very least. He smiled, appreciating that his friends had fallen still to give him a chance and get it all out.

“Of course, I say that the words don’t matter but that does not mean they were without meaning. It was just that neither of us needed to think about them because conversation took a life of it’s own, flowing on and on in a way we could drift along with. Like when I just began putting into words how attractive she was or how pleasurable it felt to be this close.”

The memory alone stirred up a blissful shiver.

Opposite from him Jeff and Brielle seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, both of them leaning against each other with dopey smiles on their faces and half-closed eyes. Meanwhile Ryan next to him slumped against the wall and seemed close to dozing off. Not like anyone could blame him. It was the middle of the night and by now the three were the only guests left. As the evening progressed it would be a surprise if people didn’t fall asleep.

He considered ushering the group to bed. But… he had never really had someone listen to him about this issue before and to be honest it was cathartic in a way to get it all out.

“Was it maybe the warmth of our drinks that melted one moment into the next? Or maybe the way the wind seemed to carry words and thoughts and anything else away for a while? Whichever it may have been, neither of us noticed how the longer I kept talking, the more pleasurable she found it to listen to me. Which may have been remarkable in hindsight, considering how the more she entrusted that mind to my words the more she began to shiver and moan. It almost seemed like that young woman’s mind felt the sheer sound of my voice with the intensity of soft, intimate touches. And it wasn’t before she was clutching my arm, openly panting in aroused heat that it dawned on me. It had happened again. Somehow it happens all the time. Like there were a pattern in the way I speak that inevitably draws someone in if they are willing to listen and follow the thoughts my voice offers.”

It was nice that his friends restrained their comments to moans under their breath. They clearly had to hold it in a fair bit, the excitement from not talking seemed to nearly overwhelm them as they shuddered and panted the moment he began to speak.

“It is like my words were putting her under a kind of hypnotic spell until all she could think about was whatever I told her. Like she were mesmerized to believe obeying this voice she hears meant pleasure and pleasure meant obedience. She was falling more and more under this spell the longer she kept listening. And kept listening only ever more intently the deeper she fell for me. By the time we realized this she was already so deep that the thought of obeying something I said alone was already sending wave after wave of pulsing arousal through her.”

Goodness, those three really gave it their all to hold back their opinions! They sounded just like that girl had as he wondered if the talk they had was going to turn her into a slave to the sound of his voice.

“In the end, of course, just as Ryan pointed out before, that just isn’t how flirting works. Of course in many ways a good flirt is about honing the art of seduction. Thus I could easily see how someone who enjoys this kind of flirt might get seduced into letting their thoughts fade the more they listen. Or might even get drawn into such a joyful haze that they start to crave doing as they are told when it is a safe time and place for that to happen. But in the end, a fun flirty dream is all it was. Because that is how that works.”

As he watched their faces Erik couldn’t help but wonder if they were already on their own way to dreamland. Ryan looked totally knocked out. Jeff was sprawled all over his seat, his mouth hanging but whatever comment he may have wanted to make long forgotten. And meanwhile Brielle rested on his chest, though her eyes fluttered open every now and again, unfocused and merely vaguely gazing in his direction. While one of her hands rested on a suspicious bulge in Jeff’s pants.

“That’s how it works. And yet, can you imagine why this keeps happening? It’s like this same dream keeps returning every time. During every flirt. As soon as I say something specific. Like, could it be possible that I would only need to say something as unusual as ‘Hibiscus puppets’ for that mind to drop right back into this dream of obedience and mindless submission? If that were so, can you imagine how powerful and intense the pleasure from this dream must be to draw them right back here when they feel it is appropriate and safe?”

The empty jug made a dull sound as it came to rest on the table. From across the room the waiter gave him a warning gesture by pointing at the clock. Sounds didn’t carry across the room as easily, but that wasn’t necessary to realize how late it had gotten. No wonder all three of them fell asleep.

“That woman is on her way home now, and honestly I don’t even know if she remembers the talk we had. That’s the thing about dreams, even if they leave an impression the brain usually remembers exactly as much or as little as it likes. What I do know is that she asked for my number right around the start, so who knows? If she really wants to, perhaps she will chat me up again sometime. After I returned to my senses and found that this weird flow had happened again I certainly did no longer dare ask for hers. Not when there were greater priorities. Like waking her up, for example. Because as comfortable as it may be to rest and dream with a kind voice flowing around those heads, eventually all the dreams will end and dissolve. As each dream gets followed by thoughts and awareness returning. But who am I kidding, of course you would already be so familiar with that. Speaking of which, you three, rise and shine. We gotta get you home safely as well after all. So c’mon, try to hear what I say so the sound can slowly guide you back up and awake!”

“Hmm… What?”

While rubbing the sleep from her eyes Brielle got up first. The guys took longer, but then again maybe they just really needed some shut-eye that bad.

“Sorry, probably bored you to death,” Erik shrugged, “Tell you what, as thanks for listening this round is all on me. Deal?”

“Awesome! Why didn’t you say that first? Feel free to always talk to me about your troubles from now on.” Jeff beamed at the news that he could leave his purse untouched tonight.

“Leech.” Ryan chuckled before turning pale at the sight of his smartphone display. “Shucks, folks, no choice here. I gotta run. Thanks for covering for me tonight. We should do this again sometime. I feel like I missed half of what you said. See you later!” And just like that he was out the door.

“He could at least have taken the time to say some proper goodbyes first if that’s how it was.” Despite her choice of words however Brielle didn’t sound displeased in the slightest. “Are you really gonna just treat us all? It’s perfectly fine for me to…”

“Don’t you worry about that. I was late and on top of that we only talked about my date today. This is the least one can do as thanks.”

“Ah. Maybe you really want to hold your horses then. Because sorry as I am to say after you went through the trouble of explaining it all, but I still feel pretty out of it. Not sure if anything of what we talked about stuck. Even though I finally hoped to understand just how to help you with your problem.”

“Don’t sweat it. Really, you guys were sleeping for most of it anyway. It would have been outstanding if you remembered the conversation in detail despite that.”

Even while responding a buzzing sound distracted him. A mail on his phone. From an unfamiliar number.

“Someone important?” Of course Brielle wouldn’t miss the effect these few digital words had on him. Which given his dumbfounded stare would likely have been hard even for a less attentive person. Like Jeff, who simply grunted: “Probably spam.”

“It’s her. The girl from earlier. She’s asking if this was my number and if so, if I remember what we had to drink during our talk. So that I can treat her to a repeat tomorrow evening at my place.”

“Smooth,” Brielle commented with a smirk, “So you can do it after all. Now I better hope your memory is more reliable than mine. I still can’t recall what that word was you mentioned along the way. Even though I really liked the expression. What was it? Did it have something to do with flowers?”

She was darn cute when she scrunched up her face like that. Without thinking he blurted out: “What? Did you mean ‘Hibiscus puppets’ maybe?”

As if struck by lightning both of them dropped whatever they were doing, eyes fluttering shut as they slumped in their seats. The change was far too dramatic so that even Erik could not have missed it.

“Oh fuck me,” he breathed as his eyes drank in the sight of his two hypnotized friends, “I did it again!” ***

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neverplannedonnewsies · 4 years

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hey, are you taking requests? if so, can i ask you for some fluffy finch x reader please? (do you need more of a prompt than that?)

I am SO SORRY about how long it took me to actually get around to writing this. I really wanted to but the motivation was a-lackin’. Also this required a LOT of editing, I didn’t realize how long it had been since I had written anything, doesn’t flow quite as easily anymore. Anywho, here is some Finch fluff, and in the course of writing this I got some ideas for a few other fluffy fics, so more should be coming in the future - I just did this one because I was particularly motivated. I hope it’s ok that it is a modern-era fic!

No warnings; Finch x reader pairing

You rush into the staff meeting, making it in just as the principal is getting the meeting started. Sliding into the chair your friend Katherine saved for you, you survey the room, trying to get your bearings and straighten your many books and papers. As you’re shrugging out of your coat you spy a new face in the crowd of teachers that you know so well. A tall lanky man roughly your age with curly hair is seated several chairs down at the conference room table. A very cute man your age. Before you have a chance to lean over and ask Katherine who he is, the principle clears up the mystery for you. “And of course, we have a new member joining our staff today. Everyone I’d like to introduce Patrick Cortes, who will be our new boy’s gym teacher.”

Mr. Cortes smiles and nods at the group in general as a few people call out a welcome, glancing around and making brief eye contact with you before he turns away again. Anything that mixes up the school day is always welcome, but a new teacher is something particularly intriguing. You have no doubt this is all your students will be able to talk about today, and honestly you can’t blame them. After all, he is a very handsome gym teacher.

When the meeting ends you want to go introduce yourself, but Jack Kelly, the art teacher, immediately goes over and begins engaging him. You decide it’s probably for the best, Jack is far more comfortable talking to strangers than you. Plus, you’re still disheveled from your rushed morning and need to get things in order before your first class. You’ll just have to meet the new teacher later.

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You head outside for your lunch break. Unfortunately, due to Katherine’s class schedule with the upper level English students you do not have the same lunch break, otherwise you’d eat with her in the staff room. But this year the course schedule made that impossible, and you didn’t particularly care to eat with any of the other teachers. While you liked them all, your lunch break was a time to relax and not think about school. Instead you had managed to find a picnic table that none of the students seemed to use. Not only was it a far walk from the cafeteria, but your school had open campus lunch, meaning at least half the student population vanished for the lunch period as long as possible, always running back to class just in time before the bell.

Today however, you were stopped in your tracks as you rounded the corner of the building and were confronted by the sight of Patrick Cortes sitting at your table. He looked up from his lunch slightly startled.

“Oh, hello there,” he said, giving you a bashful smile, “Am I in your spot?”

“Hi,” you replied, getting over your shock, “No, not at all, I’m just surprised. None of the other teachers have found this spot yet. May I join you?”

“Of course.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I teach the upper level history courses here,” you said as you sat down and began unpacking your lunch.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Patrick Cortes, though please call me Finch.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. Finch. That’s an interesting nickname.”

He shrugged, “Got it when I was really young and it kind of stuck. My father is also Patrick Cortes, so the family needed some way to distinguish between us. It’s better than Junior.”

You laughed, “How’s your first day going?”

“Pretty decent. No trouble with the kids and everyone has been very welcoming. It’s a little strange coming in after schools already been in session for a month, but it hasn’t been too rough so far.”

“That’s good to hear. If you don’t mind me asking, why are you eating out here instead of in the staff room?”

“So this is your spot,” he said with a teasing grin. “Honestly I just wanted to get outside. It’s such a beautiful fall day and I prefer being out of doors. The kids in my classes are going to have to learn to dress for all weather, that’s part of the reason I became a gym teacher – perfect excuse to have class outside.”

“It’s certainly easier than getting a history class outside,” you laugh.

“A little bit,” he agreed with a smile.

The conversation shifts to where you’re both from, other schools you’ve taught at, other basic “getting to know you” information. You learn that Finch moved to town to be closer to his parents, that he has a cat named Pringle, and that he does not have a girlfriend or wife. This last bit of information isn’t unwelcome to you, though you try not to dwell on it too much.

As you finish up and begin to head inside Finch stops you and says, “So is it alright if I continue having lunch here? It’s seriously fine if not, I don’t want to invade your space if this is where you come to relax during your day.”

You contemplate his question for a few seconds before replying, “Actually, it would be great to have a lunch buddy. I don’t mind at all.”

Finch grins at your words and you have a brief moment of wondering if you made a mistake. Afterall, he had a very adorable smile that could be hard to resist.

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As you continue to have lunch together, you and Finch start to become good friends. It was nice to have another close teacher friend besides just Katherine, someone who could relate to the challenges of your job without judgement. The weird thing was though, you had yet to hang out outside of school. You of course had lunch, and were also together at all the staff meetings, chaperoned homecoming, and you had even convinced Katherine to come with you to a few of the basketball games now that Finch had taken over coaching the boy’s team. But all of this was within the boundaries of the school, where it was very clear that you were both teachers and coworkers. At first this was fine, but you started to wonder what it would be like to be with Finch outside of the bubble of the school.

Of course, the other aspect that complicated things was the fact that everyone else also seemed to notice how much time the two of you spent together. You began noticing that kids in the cafeteria would spot you and Finch walking together and start nudging each other and giggling while very not-subtly staring at the two of you. And there were times the other teachers would look inquisitively at the two of you when you laughed a little too loud in a staff meeting at a joke the other had made. Katherine kept encouraging you to go for it but you were worried. You were coworkers, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. What if he didn’t feel the same? And what if you had waited too long to make your move? All the while you dreaded when fall would turn to winter, effectively ending your private lunch dates.

Fortunately, Finch didn’t seem to notice your inner struggles or when you would stare at him for a moment too long. He had started coming to your classroom to “pick you up” before walking to your lunch spot, prolonging the time you had together. Occasionally he’d even come to your class during his free period, claiming to need help with a school procedure he wasn’t familiar with, but then staying for the rest of your lesson. To say that wasn’t distracting to you or the students would be a lie, but you couldn’t bring yourself to kick him out either. You just enjoyed being around him.

Finally, on one of those glorious fall days Finch, as always, appeared in your classroom doorway. Unlike usual though, he seemed a little nervous.

“Hey,” you said, looking up from your desk with a smile, “ready for lunch?”

“Yeah… Actually, I was wondering if instead of lunch you’d like to go to dinner?” Finch said, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

You sat in shock for a few seconds before smiling even bigger and saying, “How about both?”

He laughed in slight disbelief and with a huge grin on his face said, “Deal.”

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