#sorry i keep on leaving to buy milk and returning five days later guys

[randomshyperson]

Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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Idiots on Ice

- You and Todoroki go ice skating as an unofficial first date. Your friends are clowns but they care for you, so they follow you to see how this “date” was going. 

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader                                                                                    Word Count: 1.5k 

A/N: This is a more in depth showing of what really happened on the ice skating “date”. People really enjoyed the concept when I presented it so here we are. Thank you for reading this and my text series. I love you all so much! Stay lovely my dears :)

What was that annoying, loud, blaring sound you were hearing in your sleep? You could have sworn it was a weekend. You turned in your sheets trying to block it out. It would shut up eventually right? Well, it was still going off after about 10 minutes. With a groan you sat up in your bed, looking around the room. Your phone was vibrating on your bed and with another groan you, quite literally, dragged yourself out of bed. You crawled over to your desk and looked up at your phone. And only then it hit you why the hell the alarm was blasting on a Saturday. 

“Todoroki!” you screamed. Grabbing your phone and shutting off the alarm you ran to the bathroom to get ready. It was currently 10:15 am, which meant he was picking you up in 45 minutes. And sure that seems like a lot of time but you wanted to get all dressed up. You looked yourself over in the mirror. Grabbing your toothbrush and you vigorously got to work. After you finished your face routine, it was time for your outfit. Which of course not choosing it the night before came back to bite you in the ass.  Going through all your winter clothes as Todoroki texted you to make sure you dressed warm. Winters in Japan tended to be pretty cold. Finally finishing your last effort on your outfit, with five minutes to spare you plop down on your bed and grab your phone. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know were keeping. For the next couple of minutes you just scrolled through Tik Tok laughing at the occasional one. Finally, you heard the lovely sound of a text message. It was from Todoroki and it read “Hey, I’m outside. The white car”. You hurriedly replied letting him know you were coming out and of course adding on some exaggerated emojis. 

You waved when you saw him sitting in his car and ran over. Nearly slipping but catching yourself. 

“Hey!” you said getting into the car. 

“Hey, you alright? You nearly slipped y/n, you should be more careful” he replied with concern in his eyes.

“Oh no, I’m totally fine! I tend to be a klutz sometimes. This one time I accidentally spilled chocolate milk on Bakugou’s phone. I have no idea how I made it out alive but I’m here now so!” You saw him chuckle at your little story and you couldn’t help but blush a little. I mean he just looked so cute when he smiled so wholesomely. Suddenly, you got a notification from twitter than Kaminari tweeted. You opened it up and frowned. What does he mean by it’s time? They had some kind of plan and everyone was in on it. Except for of course you. 

“Hey Shoto, do you know what Kaminari means by ‘it’s time’” you asked. On a red light he looked over the tweets and shrugged. 

“I have no clue” he said. That brought your mood down a little but you wouldn’t let it ruin your friend date with Todoroki. I mean it was ice skating after all! Plus you would get food after, what is there not to be excited about?

You got to the ice skating rink and went over to buy tickets. After a solid 20 minutes of helping each other put on the shoes you finally did it. And fell right back on Todoroki as soon as you stood up.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” you squeaked a little too loudly. 

“It’s alright” he said with a neutral expression on his face as he held your hand this time as he stood up. You smiled at him. 

“Hey can we hold hands while we ice skate? So you know I don’t fall on my ass” you say laughing. He just smiled and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“yeah, of course” he replied making his way with you towards the rink. You guys were skating very badly but everything felt peaceful. The way he was being so gentle with you and helping you. The way he smiled when you nearly fell and just put his arm around your waist to make sure you stayed put. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

“We can get hot chocolate after we’re done before we get food?” he offered. 

“That sounds great! I haven’t had a good cup of hot chocolate in a while!” you exclaim with the excitement of a child. Todoroki was smiling a whole lot at you today, it was endearing to say the least. But then you felt your weight shift and felt yourself falling and Todoroki wasn’t fast enough to catch you. With a slight ‘oof’ you fell on your ass in the middle of the rink. Todoroki stared at you for a couple seconds before helping you back up. Once you were on your feet again you saw him cover his mouth and turn away.  “You can laugh if you want, I can be a clown sometimes” you say giggling. You’ve never seen Todoroki like this. He looked so relaxed and happy. Maybe, you could allow yourself to think it was because you were here with him. But that’s ridiculous, was your final though before you shook away the feeling. 

“Let’s go get that hot chocolate we talked about” Todoroki said leading you of the ice. As you made your way towards the exit you saw a familiar bright blonde haircut. Turning around you saw what you assumed was Kaminari wearing a mustache and sunglasses slip and fall on his ass. Not even wanting to bring up the subject to Todoroki, you turned back to him and followed him out of the skating rink. You would question them about it later. 

Todoroki led you to a small cafe he knew around the area. It had a cute look from the outside and was even cozier on the inside. You guys sat down and ordered two hot chocolates. You looked over at Todoroki as he ordered. Damn, he was so beautiful. Like how can one look like this? He caught you staring not even a couple seconds later which flustered you. You and Todoroki talked about everything while waiting for your drinks. With him, it was so easy. He was a great listener and you were a big talker, well around him at least. It worked out perfectly. Finally, your hot chocolate arrived and you looked so excited. Todoroki slipped a small smile. How could he not? You looked so adorable. 

“Let me post this on twitter and make everyone jealous” you joked. He let out a small chuckle as you pulled your phone out and snapped a picture. Captioning and posting it you put away your phone. You looked up and now it was your turn to catch Todoroki staring. He blushed a little and looked away which just made you fall in love even harder. 

You and him talked all evening and soon the cafe was starting to close. Leaving the warm place, you shivered a little. 

“Hey, are you cold?” Todoroki asked you. 

“Just a little, it’s fine we’ll be in the car in no time” you said laughing. He nodded and you continued walking to the car. Now, small snowflakes began falling out of the sky. 

“Woah, it’s the first snow of the season Shoto!” you exclaimed. He nodded with a smile on his face as he watched you try to catch the snowflakes in your hand. You finally made it to the car and got in, which ended up being even colder than the outside. 

“Here, put this on” Todoroki said handing you a big jacket.  “I had it in the car so don’t worry” he said reassuringly. You take it and put it on. Sure it minimized your movement but it was warm and smelt good, so you weren’t complaining. The ride home was calm and warm. Calm music was playing in the car and everything was perfect. But then, you reached your house. 

“Well, I guess it’s time to go” you said taking off the jacket.

“Keep it.” Todoroki said smiling. You stared at him for a few seconds and returned the smile.  “Thanks for the amazing day Shoto! We should do it again sometime” You said cheerily. He nodded and gave another smile. You closed the car door, waved and ran to your house. He watched and made sure you made it in safe, then sighed. He didn’t know how long he could handle being just friends, when all he wanted to do was kiss you and show how he truly felt. And with that he drove off home. 

Inside, you still kept the jacket on. You didn’t want to take it off. You shot Todoroki a quick text, telling him you had fun. Then, you opened your shared group chat with friends. You shot them a quick texting saying ‘hey’. Kaminari instantly asked how your date went. You told his it was all good and great. Then, Kirishima replied with ‘we know’. That proved your suspicions. You pushed on how they knew and those flustered idiots didn’t know how to respond. You laughed at their sorry excuse of ‘we were studying’. Perhaps, this was one of the best days you ever had. 

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[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Let’s Have Another

For @jeyramarie

“You need to tell Cesar that lockdown means lockdown.” You scold Oscar as you work on your baking skills this early morning,”He can’t be sneaking out to go see Monse and his little friends. He’s gonna get fined or even worse arrested.”

“I know nena, but what do you want me to do? Put bars on his window? Va a hacer lo que quiera.” Oscar shrugs, sipping the hot coffee from his mug while sitting at the table.

“You’re his older brother, talk to him.” You suggest as you mix all the ingredients in the bowl, deciding on making a batch of brownies,”What if he catches that shit? He’s going to give it to us or to Camila. He needs to take it serious. I mean it papi, talk to him or I will.” You tell your husband seriously, meaning every word. You weren’t one to lecture Cesar but this was different. This virus was a serious thing and you’d be damed if Cesar got your almost four year old daughter sick because he wanted five minutes of pleasure.

“I will mami, just calm down.” He agrees as the sound of little feet walking down the hallway catches your attention,”Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he stays home.”

“Good morning.” A sleepy Camila says, her empty sippy cup clutched in her hand,”I’m thirsty mommy.” She yawns and sets her cup on the table before climbing onto Oscar’s lap.

“Good morning mi pedacito de cielo.” Oscar smiles and snuggles the little girl to his chest, the earlier conversation coming to a end as you wipe your hands on your apron before grabbing her cup.

“Juice or chocolate milk?” You ask her and open the fridge.

“Choccy milk!” She replies with a clap of her hands,”Thank you mommy.” She tells you after you hand her the refilled cup.

“You’re welcome.” You smile and lean down to press your lips to her little puckered ones, doing the same to Oscar next,”You want more coffee?” You ask him when you pull away.

“Yes, please.”

You nod and take his mug, making it to his liking before handing it back. Oscar making sure to be careful since the toddler was still in his arms, both of them picking apart the pan de elote that you made yesterday.

“What are you doing mommy?” She asks as you return back to the mixture, pouring it into the pan.

“Brownies.” You reply, glancing over at her and laughing when you see her crumbed covered face,”They’ll be ready in a little bit.”

“Isn’t mommy such a good baker?” Oscar asks as he pops another piece of yesterdays treat into his mouth.

“The bestest.” Camila nods in agreement, her long black hair a mess as it frames her face,”I love mommy’s food.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You smile proudly, sliding the pan into the oven. Glad that you cleaned up the mess as you baked so it all wasn’t piled up at the end,”What do you say we watch Trolls 2 today?” You ask her excitedly,”Tell daddy we need his card so we can buy it on the tv.”

“Papi, please buy Trolls! Please, please, please. It’s my favoritest movie ever.” Camila pleads as she turn around in her daddy’s lap and wraps her arms tightly around his neck.

“Does papi ever tell you no?” He chuckles as he places a kiss to her head,”Go get daddy’s wallet, it’s in his room on the little table.”

“Ah! I love you papi!” She squeals and jumps off of his lap and takes off to the bedroom.

“I love you too, now go wake up Cesar. He’s not going to sleep all day just cause he sneaks out at night.” You tell him as you grab his hand and pull him up with all of your force,”But don’t be too harsh, just talk to him.” You remind as you look up into his eyes,”Okay?”

“Okay.” He agrees, cupping your cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips to yours,”Don’t think I forgot about our conversation last night either.” He smirks, giving you one more kiss before turning away and heading to his little brothers room. You can’t help but laugh at his words, walking into the living room and setting up the movie. Camila returning and tossing you the wallet so you can rent it, not being able to really focus on it when it starts as your mind wanders to last night.

Late last night Oscar admitted to you that he wanted to start trying for another kid, you weren’t opposed to the idea but you did say that you needed to sleep on it. It wasn’t something that could be decided in one day. You’re pulled from your deep thoughts by the two guys of the household coming into the living room and sitting down on the opposite couch.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Cesar apologizes as Camila climbs into his lap now to greet him.

“I don’t want you to think that I said anything to boss you around, but this is a serious thing.” You tell him with a half smile,”I just don’t want any of us getting sick.”

“No I understand, you’re right. I should have been taking it more seriously.” He agrees as he playfully bounces a happy Camila on his leg,”I won’t go out anymore, promise.”

“Thank you.” You tell him sincerely, the movie still playing as you get up to check on the brownies, Oscar following behind.

“So?” He asks with a sniff as he leans against the wall, watching as you take the hot pan out and place it on the stove,”Did you sleep on it?”

“I don’t have a answer yet.” You admit honestly, pulling off your oven mitts and walking up to him, resting your hands on his chest,”I need a little bit more time, okay?”

“Okay.” He solemnly sighs,”Whenever you’re ready let me know.”

“I definitely will.” You smile and pat his chest,”Now come over here and try this.”

~

“Can you read to me papi?” Camila ask Oscar as she sits in the bed with you, putting some leave in conditioner in her curls after her bath.

“Por supuesto, ve a buscar un libro.” He grins as he puts on some deodorant, the little girl cheering as she climbs off of the bed and heads to her room quickly.

“You come too mommy!” She calls out from the hall.

“Let’s not keep the queen waiting.” You laugh as you stand up and walk out the door, Oscar following.

“I want ‘A Bad Case Of Stripes’!” Camila says as she holds the worn down book in her hand, the same one she chooses six nights out of the week.

“Well go on, get in bed.” You order, waiting for her to lay down first in the small twin size bed before you snuggle up next to her. Oscar squeezing in as well, taking the book and beginning to read it. Your heart swelling as you see the love of your life pour his heart into reading the book dramatically to keep the little girl entertained. Not taking long for Camila to fall asleep, the two of you carefully sneaking out and heading back to your shared bedroom.

“Hopefully she’ll stay asleep.” You sigh, but leave your door unlocked nonetheless, joining your husband in the bed afterwards.

“She better, I’m tired of waking up with a foot in my face.” Oscar laughs as he wipes his eyes tiredly,”I can’t believe she’s not going to be able to have her birthday party due to all of this shit, she deserves a proper party.” He tells you sadly a few minutes later.

“I know papi, I want her to have a party too.” You sigh,”We can still make the best out of it with just the four of us here. A few people already messaged me that they would drop off gifts outside, so at least she’ll have extra stuff to open. I’m gonna make her a huge cake too and cupcakes, pies, anything she wants.”

“It’s not the same, she was a bratty baby at her first three party’s cause she didn’t get the whole idea of it, this would have been her first real party that she would be able to remember and enjoy.” He pouts,”I want her to get everything she deserves.”

“She will, one party isn’t going to be the end of the world.” You giggle at his exaggeration, rolling over so your straddling him,”Why are you such a good daddy?” You ask him as you lightly scratch your fingers on his bare chest,”I don’t think I’ve ever seen a father love his daughter like you love our little girl.”

“She’s half of the women I fell in love with, how could I not love her?” Oscar smiles as he lays underneath you,”If there is something that I’ve always been certain of its that I wanted to be a husband and a father. A incredible father at that, I made myself that promise many years ago. If I was going to bring any kids into this world I would give them the best dad they could ever ask for since I didn’t have that growing up.”

“Thank you for keeping that promise.” You tell him softly, leaning down to peck his lips,”I couldn’t have asked for a better husband or father to my kids.”

“Kids huh?” He smirks as he places his hands on your love handles,”So is that a yes?” He asks eagerly.

“Why not?” You shrug as you slide your body down his slowly,”We’re ready for another.” You say, hooking your fingers in his boxers and pulling them down,”Besides there is nothing else to do.” You add amusingly and free his growing member, wrapping your soft hands around it,”Let me just show my appreciation for you first...its the least I could do.”

“Okay mamita.” He breaths deeply, relaxing against the pillows as his eyes lust over. The two of you spending the majority of the night trying to conceive another little Diaz.

#spooky diaz #spooky x reader #netflix on my block #on my block imagines #netflix #freeridge #omb #one shot #omb season 3 #on my block season 3 #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz

[msjr0119]

Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

Thanks for the prompt Ella, I should have posted this months ago. But my life took over 🤣... better late than never 🤷‍♀️

Book: The Royal Romance

Warnings: Swearing, imagination of sex, mention of sex.

A/N: I’ve borrowed Willow and Sophie from the amazing @pedudley with her permission ❤️

Tags - just using my combined tag list for this one shot prompt:

@pedudley @loveellamae @kacie-0156 @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @burnsoslow @kimmiedoo5 @lodberg @walker7519 @drakewalkerisreal @axwalker @bascmve01 @ladyangel70 @texaskitten30 @yukinagato2012 @indiacater @queenjilian @drakewalker04 @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @jared2612 @twinkle-320 @princessleac1 @cordonianroyalty @custaroonie @princess-geek @bebepac @nikkis1983 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @rafasgirl23415 @notoriouscs @seriouslybadchoices @furiousherringoperatortoad @choices97 @gardeningourmet

*****

Maxwell Beaumont had become slightly paranoid after watching all the news reports regarding the virus that was taking over the world. He became that obsessed with reading about it, that every time he began to have palpitations. Wondering what was going to happen? Was it the end of the world? Searching through Ramsford, he realised that he needed to go on shopping trip- quickly scribbling a long list down he knew that the two people who would be most useful with helping him complete it would be his best friends Drake and Willow.

“So Max, are you turning into housewife whilst Sophie is away?” Willow laughed, imagining Maxwell dressed up in a pinny. Sophie had returned to Texas to check in on the ranch prior to the outbreak, to make sure that it was still there and not burnt to a crisp. She knew she could trust Willow’s brother but still had those lingering doubts.

“No, have you not seen the news? We need to panic buy! Like, right now...before the country goes on full lockdown.”

Willow and Drake looked at each confused, wondering if he was still drunk from last night. Surely it wasn’t that bad? The two of them had seen the news, but it was elsewhere in the world- not in Cordonia. Yet.

“Max, calm the fuck down. The world isn’t ending.” Maxwell shot him a look, wondering why he wasn’t taking the whole situation seriously.

“Lo, understands don’t ya?”

“Of course I do.” Shrugging her shoulders, she bit her lip as she faced her partner. Not wanting to be in the middle of a debate. Drake pulled her closer towards her giving her a stern expression before whispering into her ear.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re just encouraging him.”

“Maybe, but once we get back- I’ll make it up to you.” Fluttering her eyelashes towards Drake, he knew exactly what she meant by her words. Just the thought of it made his cock slightly raise. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.

“Fine. Come on let’s go.”

****

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. It felt suffocating, but after thinking about it- it would prevent the spread of germs. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. It was manic. Maxwell got the trolley, pushing it - he then leaped onto the side nearly crashing into a stack on baked beans.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a slight distance, he attempted to dodge people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. She was capable enough to handle any situation. Standing at the side of the aisle, he flicked through social media to keep himself entertained.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. That was until he followed the strangers gaze that landed onto his girlfriend and ‘friend’. For fuck sake.

“Give my friend the fucking goddamn bog roll!” Willow demanded with her arms folded.

“I got it first missy!” Maxwell threw himself on to the floor, ready to cause a tantrum like a child. I just want a pack of toilet roll. Why is he not co-operating? Why is this happening to me? To us? Is it just a nightmare? I just want- no need some fucking toilet roll to wipe my arse with! What a selfish prick! I’m not an animal that can wipe my arse on a patch of grass. Fuck you mate, you’ve messed with the wrong person.

“I feel like I need to piss.” Maxwell stood up, now not giving two damns. Whipping his cock out- he urinated over the mans shoes. His original plan was to just threaten it, however his apparent full bladder decided otherwise. Urine sprayed uncontrollably all over the man and the aisle as if it was a burst dam.

“If I had my toilet roll, I could have been home now. Sorry, not sorry.”

“You’re fucking disgusting! But all of this toilet roll is mine.”

“You know what, I think I need a shit.” Willow pulled her trousers down, sitting on the edge of the strangers trolley- she pretended to push.

“Okay, Fine. Take it!” The man couldn’t cope with the two of them acting like caged baboons. Pushing Willow off of his trolley, he forced the toilet into her hand before storming off. Willow jumped up and down celebrating, waving the toilet roll in the air - ensuring that she had a tight grip onto it. Before anybody could snatch it off of her. Maxwell high-fived her. “Team work.” He shouted, before kissing the toilet roll, and bowing to it.

“Now that’s done, Lo- we just need; flour, bread, milk, eggs.... the list goes on in fact. Surely it won’t be as difficult getting those things? Do you and Drake want to add anything to the list? Condoms? Lube?”

“Maxwell.... I do not need lube when it comes to my sex life with Drake.... come on let’s go over to Drake.” Too much information, Willow. Although, myself and Sophie don’t need lube either. Us Cordonian men must be sex machines.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.” Drake explained to the stranger after the two of them viewed the the two’some embarrassing themselves. The man next to Drake just nodded, knowing that he was lying as Maxwell was trying to gain Drake’s attention.

****

Once they got back, Drake felt as if he had to ground the two of them. That was the worse shopping experience that he had experienced- he definitely needed a whiskey or two. Then he could punish Willow for her behaviour- the Walker way.

“Could you put the shopping away guys? Sophie’s FaceTiming.”

“We can all talk to her!” Willow suggested. It wasn’t only Maxwell that was missing her.

“Hey baby girl. I’ve missed you.”

“Maxwell! How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“You’re all over the news and the internet!” Drake turned the tv on, indeed Maxwell had stolen the limelight.

"But Soph, he wouldn’t give me the toilet roll. He had five! Willow can vouche for me!”

“I don’t know what you are on about Max. I wasn’t there. I’m not on the tv.” Winking at Drake, he was grateful that her arse wasn’t on the tv. They decided to leave the two lovebirds talking to each other, but still stayed within distance so they could over hear Sophie give Maxwell a telling off.

"Willow is lying! My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

“Oh, Max. I love you. I’ll see you soon. Don’t cause anymore trouble.... please.”

Hanging up, Maxwell wondered where Drake had gone. Hearing willows distinctive laugh- he followed the noise.

“What are you guys doing?”

“You said you was going to live under somebody’s stairs? I’ve turned the cupboard under the stairs into a little home for you. You’ll be like Harry Potter. There’s some newspaper and toilet roll for you Maxwell.” Willow attempted not to laugh at Drake’s comment, but she couldn’t help herself. Practically nearly wetting herself.

I hate my life right now.

****

Four months later, the pandemic was still around but numbers had decreased. Maxwell returned to the supermarket- alone, as Drake refused to go again after the last time. Luckily he wasn’t recognised- or banned for that matter.

Walking down the toilet roll aisle, a little smirk spread across his face remembering the last time that he was playing tug of war. Now there wasn’t a shortage of toilet roll, but he had decided to stock up just incase. As he was leaving, his stomach began to rumble and there was a sudden urge to eat McDonald’s - even if it was only Drive Thru for the time being. Thinking about it, he didn’t have his own car as Sophie had lent it to take her and Willow our for a spa day- but he was desperate for the greasy food and a milkshake. Then a light bulb appeared in his mind.

****

Arriving at the Drive Thru, he was slightly uncomfortable- but the food that he would be receiving would definitely be worth the short term discomfort. Honking the horn, he couldn’t wipe the ever growing smirk forming on his face. Beep beep.

“Excuse me, Sir. You can’t come through the Drive Thru in that...”

“It’s a car!” Maxwell shouted as he defended his choice of ‘automobile’. The member of staff was wondering if there was a camera crew lingering somewhere - ready to pounce out, shouting ‘you’ve been punk’d’.

“I refuse to move until I’ve been served. I would like; six double cheese burgers, a share box of nuggets- make sure I have a mixture of sauces to go with them. Erm, I’ll have a Big Mac meal with a large chocolate milkshake... what would Drake like? They don’t do alcohol with meals here like in Paris.. hmm. You know what, give me six of everything off of the menu. I’m sure we could eat it all. If not I’m sure my peacocks would enjoy the treat.”

“I will not ask you again. Please come back when you are in a car. Besides, we only have a €25 limit for each customer.”

“Are you refusing to serve me, the person who is giving you quite possibly the biggest order you’ve ever received.”

“Yes. If you don’t leave now, I will have to call the police. Please, Sir. You are causing a traffic jam!”

“Serve me right now, or I’ll inform the King. I am close friends with him. He will not be pleased that you have refused to serve someone that is part of his court.” The manager came out of the restaurant, to see what all of the commotion was about- he understood that it would be busy due to them only just reopening but he could hear shouting. However he didn’t need this stress.

“Will you just serve him, it’s giving us a bad reputation and customers are videoing it. I don’t care what the issue is or that he’s not in a car. Just serve him now. Then we can ban him returning in the future!” Maxwell smirked at the crew member, as his eyebrows did a celebratory wiggle.

****

Returning back to Ramsford, he was so pleased with himself- proud that he had brought some food back with him as he nibbled on the way back. Opening the door, he knew that the girls would be back- they could all feast together.

“No need to thank me, but I have food! For us all....” Bowing as he entered the through the doors saying this, he believed that he had definitely won the ‘best friend’ award.

“Maxwell!” Everybody shouted in unison- as they scowled at him with their arms folded.

“What?” He asked innocently, whilst scoffing the remainder of the double cheeseburger that he had begun to eat prior to walking through the doors.

“Care to explain this to me?” Bertrand snarled as he passed the phone over. Drake shook his head - disbelieving that Maxwell had become an ‘overnight’ sensation yet again.

“Looks like you’re going to re-enacting Harry Potter again, eh Beaumont...”

“Shut up, Drake! Listen... Bertrand... it’s a car. I went through the Drive Thru. I don’t personally see the issue... anyway. Enjoy the food, everyone!”

A crazy man attended McDonald’s today- in a Little Tykes car with the number plate BARTIE-IS-DA-BEST. We will not tolerate behaviour like in the video posted below. If anybody arrives at our restaurants acting like this- YOU WILL NOT BE SERVED! If anybody knows the mans identity, please report him. Thank you.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr prompt #lockdown prompt #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #drake x willow #maxwell x willow #maxwell x sophie #bertrand beaumont #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #tw imagination of sex #long post

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You Chapter 154

Chapter Summary - Danielle and Tom head to the South coast with Tom's family for a large family get together and much to Tom's shock, Danielle allows herself get caught talking to his dog-obsessed Aunt.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

Right, little things that need explaining.

Copyright for the photo is the owners, not mine. All image rights belong to their owners

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Danielle was practically giddy as she inhaled the saltwater air of Britain's southern coast. She looked to the blue liquid sparkling in the warmer than usual summer weather, the sun beaming in the cloudless sky.

Tom stood beside her, letting the sun warm his face as he too appreciated the good weather. For their part, Bobby and Mac seemed to want only to remain in the shade, neither overly happy with the higher temperatures. “We better get to the house and get unpacked. According to Sarah, everyone is meeting for an early dinner.” Danielle seemed reluctant to move. “We're here for a considerable portion of the summer.” He reminded her.

“It's the only reason you're going to be able to move me now.” She smiled back. “Don't forget to confirm your invitation to the Final. I'll drive, you do that.”

“There are invitations for both of us.” Tom looked at her hopefully.

“I can't, Love. I promised your Mam and Emma that I would help her mind Lucy that day. Jack's sister is getting married and Emma will only go if me and your Mam are minding Lucy, so I said yes.” She gave him an apologetic look. “And that's the Roubaix phase of the Tour as well.” She smirked.

Tom shook his head. “You're indoctrinating Lucy, aren't you?”

“Yep.” Tom chuckled and kissed her hand. “Next time.”

“I'll hold you to that.” Tom warned.

“Tennis is wasted on me. He hit the ball, the other guy hit the ball, both stayed in the box, now the first guy hit it again and so on and so forth.”

“Says she who is missing that to watch a bunch of emaciated men cycle a bumpy road for a shirt.” Tom retorted playfully.

“Yep. And a horrible bright yellow one at that. Ah, Sky will probably have it again this year with Froome.” She admitted.

“If you talk like that about it, why are you even going to watch it?”

“Because a whole race can change on one stage. One mistake and you can wipe out half the peloton. That and I love looking at the French countryside and towns throughout the Tour also.” She stated unapologetically as she stated the car so they could get back to the house.

The plan was a two week stay at first, the first week would involve the rest of the family too, Emma, Jack and Lucy, Yakov, Sarah and their Duchess and of course, Diana, all staying in one large house and the second week, only the two of them and Bobby and Mac, who Danielle and Tom had ensured would have their own spot in the house so to avoid babies if need be. Poppy, for the most part, was happy to interact with the males when it suited her but come meal and bedtime, she was more than able to inform them to leave her alone.

It was an odd sensation for Danielle to be in such a full house but she adored it. Tom seemed almost elated, having her to be by his side as his sister's partners were in events before. He told her about his different family members they would be meeting while Danielle reminded him that she had, in fact, met the majority of them before at Emma's wedding.

The dinner was pleasant, with everyone getting the rest of the house up-to-date with their goings on. Danielle had assisted Emma substantially with Lucy while Jack was forced to return to work, so both of them were knowledgeable on the other's business, but everyone was still curious to know about Danielle's new work venture and the arrival of a courier with a substantial case of documents from Safeguard did not help proceedings. Tom was elated to see Danielle accept the paperwork before placing it in a corner and commenting that she would deal with it after all the family related malarkey of the following few days.

Tom enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by family. There, he could just be Tom again, no pretence, no public persona, they didn't care for that. To his aunts, uncles and cousins, he was simply Diana's boy who adored theatre and shows and it made him incredibly happy. He watched as again, Danielle assisted Emma with Lucy, holding the baby as Emma prepared a bottle of expressed milk for her daughter. He watched as she gently moved around so to allow Emma the time to sort herself and keep Lucy amused. At a mere six weeks, there was little thought required to make it so but Lucy seemed to like the movement and her Godmother was only too happy to oblige.

“So, when are we getting our big day out of you then?”

Tom sighed to himself at his aunt's words, having heard them a thousand times before, ever since he was twenty-five actually, had she badgered him about settling down and getting married. He also knew his mother had spoken to her sister-in-law regarding not doing so any longer, especially when Danielle and Tom confirmed they too would be coming to the family gathering. “Not yet, Aunt Delia.” He smiled politely.

“And why not, she's as good a girl as any.”

Tom laughed to himself. He knew Delia had not said more than a passing hello to Danielle yet, so her decision that she was a suitable spouse was based solely on observations from afar, in the twenty minutes they had all been at the one house. “Because Danielle is a busy woman and she hasn't time for such things at present and with my upcoming work, I am similar.”

“No one has told me yet what she does?”

Again, Tom found himself groaning internally at his aunt's assumption that she was automatically entitled to such information. “She owns a share in a safety management firm, she's a safety officer.”

“I see.”

Tom waited to see if, to Delia, that was an “acceptable” profession.

“Good.” She declared. “You need a strong woman.”

“Danielle is incredible.” Tom agreed. “She is an amazing woman. When you speak to her, you'll realise that too.” He smiled. “How is Rupert?”

On his asking about her beloved French Bulldog, Delia beamed brightly and took out her phone to show him pictures. Tom was relieved that she had moved on from keeping a bunch of pictures in her purse to show people but groaned at the knowledge that she would now have hundreds more to show. He glanced over to Danielle and gave her a small look to tell her everything he needed her to know.

Danielle chuckled to herself and nodded slightly.

“Dare I ask?” Emma questioned as she sat into a chair and taking Lucy.

Danielle handed her her daughter gently. “Tom is giving the “save me” look.”

“Are you going to save him?”

“No, not yet. You have to do it smartly. You leave it a few minutes and then do the whole 'Tom, your Mam needs you’ routine and save him from...what is she showing him?”

“Probably Rupert, her dog. She is obsessed with him. She had three kids but she loves the dog more than them or her grandchildren.” Emma commented as she put a bib on Lucy and began feeding her.

“Are you okay here? I better put the show on for her by going to your Mam.”

“I'm okay here, thank you. Buy if you see Jack, could you tell him to get me my pump from the car?”

“Of course, and if I don't, I'll grab it in a minute, okay?”

“Thank you.”

Danielle found Jack and relayed the message and then found Diana, being forced to make small talk with who she found out was Delia's husband for a few minutes before going and saving Tom.

Tom's face was nothing short of relief when he saw her coming toward them. He brightened his smile and gently leant forward. “Yes, Darling?”

“I am so sorry to interrupt but Tom, your Mam wants you for a moment, something to do with a photograph, she said you would know what that meant.”

“Darn, I hoped she would forget. Aunt Delia, I would like to introduce you to my wonderful Danielle, or as you have no doubt heard myself, Mum and Emma call her, just Elle and Elle, Darling, this is my lovely aunt Delia.”

“Oh, yes. I was speaking to your husband not too long ago, he says you have a lovely Frenchie.” Danielle smiled.

Danielle could have been the living embodiment of Satan but as soon as she mentioned Rupert with such enthusiasm, Delia deemed her worthy. “Yes, my wonderful Rupert, I was just telling Thomas about him.”

Danielle gave a slight smirk while Tom groaned at being referred to by his full name. “Yes, they're not common in Ireland, or weren't while I was growing up, but they are a big thing here. We meet two on our walks some days and they have to be one of the sweetest breeds ever. A lovely dog.”

“Oh, they are. I was just showing Thomas some pictures. Would you like to see him?”

“I would love to, as soon as I assist with this photograph that Diana mentioned. Is he brindle?” She noticed the screensaver of the phone and the dog on it.

“Yes, that's my Rupert, so handsome.” Delia smiled fondly. “I look forward to speaking with you more about him later.”

“As soon as I am done.” Danielle promised, earning a satisfied nod from Delia. “Run.” She urged Tom as soon as the older woman was out of hearing distance.

“Thank you.” He sighed as they walked through to a different room. “Aunt Delia is a lovely woman, in small doses and her obsession with that dog….it's difficult to listen to. You better find a way to avoid her later because if she thinks she has someone to listen, she will keep you for the whole evening.”

“It's boring but not the worst. I often think with people who focus so obsessively on one thing in their lives because they feel as though that one thing is all they really have.”

*

Tom and Sarah watched in awe as Delia showed what they suspected to be the thousandth picture of her beloved Rupert to Danielle who sat speaking with her as though it was only the second or third.

“How long is she there?” Sarah asked.

“Forty minutes on my last count.” Tom answered, checking his watch.

“Save her.”

“I tried to, she just asked me to get them more tea.” Sarah looked at him in disbelief. “Shit, Delia's crying, why is Delia crying?”

“I wasn't aware she had tear ducts.” Sarah commented. “She's holding Danielle's hand so it can't be something she did.”

“Why is my mother crying?” Peter, Tom and Sarah's cousin asked as he came over to them. “Is she alright?”

“She's smiling, so I think so.” Tom responded.

They watched a time more before Frank, Delia's husband came over and suggested they go to back to their place, that Rupert would be missing them. She said her goodbyes to Danielle who smiled kindly at her before turning to her husband and heading to Tom, Sarah and Peter.

“We best get back to Rupert, he will be pining something dreadful.” She declared.

“You and that bloody dog, Mother.” Peter sighed.

Delia chose to ignore her son. “Thomas, that Danielle of yours is the most wonderful girl. If only Peter had been half as fortunate.”

“Mother, Geraldine is my wife, the mother of your grandchildren.”

“Well, she's no Danielle.”

Tom looked at his shocked cousin, unsure of what to say. “Yes... Danielle is incredible.”

“Do not let that young lady leave. You will never get the likes of her again.”

“I don't plan to.” Tom smiled, looking at Danielle, who was helping his other aunt clean a mess one of the children had made.

“Good.” Satisfied, she left.

Tom looked at Peter apologetically. “So your girlfriend gets my mother to cry and she's the second coming of Princess Diana, how does that work?”

“I genuinely have no idea.” Tom laughed. “I will have to ask her.”

“Please, if it is something I can do, let me know.” Peter sighed in exasperation before going back to his wife.

“I'm curious too.” Sarah confessed. “Go ask her “

On his sister's order, and with a healthy dose of curiosity of his own, Tom went to do so.

“I let her show me her dog, that's why.” Danielle explained plainly. “I gave her forty minutes of my time to tell me about Rupert and that made her tell me how heartbroken she is that Peter, Rebecca and Jessica don't really spend time with her anymore. Rupert needs her and loves her selflessly in return for her attention when her children don't always have time for her.”

“I hadn't realised that.”

“She brought Rupert to a photographer recently and had him professionally photographed. She'd loved to do that with her grandchildren but feels that Peter and Jessica and their partners don't want her to push too much on them and she knows she is overbearing and is trying to rein herself in but she can't help it and as a result, she puts it into Rupert. It's heartbreaking really, she gets jealous of your Mam and how we make time for her but listening and looking at her photos, it made her day.”

Tom smiled lovingly at her. “You are incredible. So caring. Aunt Delia, a woman who is, at best, overbearing, is a fan of yours.”

“She's a nice lady really.” Danielle smiled. “I know she is probably hard to have as a mother but she's not the worst. That dog gets the most of it.”

“He looks peculiar”

“French Bulldogs, they look like they've been hit in the face with a hot shovel. So ugly they're cute sort of thing.”

Tom laughed adoringly, loving the fact they had another two weeks by the coast to enjoy with Danielle by his side.

#i hate you i love you #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn #chapter 154

[cha-lyn]

Milk & Eggs - Ten

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1580ish

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings: usual angst, cussing, some flufffffff

A/N:  I’M BACK. All married and shit. Thanks for being patient lovies. 

if ya like it, give it a reblog/like/comment. Makes my day.

Master List // Previous Chapter

- - - 

Any rational person would sit there and wait for him or maybe get in the cab in wait, but apparently you aren't so rational, so you slip your shoes on and jump out of the bed of the truck. You use your phone as a flashlight and walk the way you think Bucky went. It was cool enough that you could just see your breath. 

Bucky was nowhere to be found. 

You turn around and head in the direction you think the truck is in. You don’t know why but you started running, calling Bucky’s name as you do. You were right on the verge of tears. Right on the edge of panic.

“Y/N! Y/N?! Where the hell are you Y/N?” Finally you hear his voice. 

“Bucky?” Finally you see his dark silhouette.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Where did you go?!” He gently grabbed your face between his hands, worry evident in his eyes, even in the dark.

“Where did I go, where did YOU go?” You pushed him away. “You left me out here all alone. It’s like the third time you’ve ran away from me Bucky! This time in a pitch dark field!”

“Shit, I’m sorry! I had to pee. I wasn’t running this time, I swear. Okay? I’m sorry.”

“You said you had to take a walk?”

He chuckled and you wondered what the joke was. “I had to pee, I didn’t want to tell you that. You’re a lady.” You grit your teeth. “Shit, doll. I was worried about you.” He ran a hand through his hair.

Shaking your head, you push past him to walk back to the truck. 

Bucky is right behind you, attempting to help you up when you get back into the truck bed, but you ignore him. “Wanna cookie? Another drink?” He sits next to you. 

You purse your lips, but nod. “A drink. Two cookies. I thought you were pissed at me?”

Bucky pauses his drink mixing and looks up at you. “I was... kinda,” he finished pouring your drink. “But, it felt good... telling you. I don’t talk about it. Maybe I should.” He shrugs. “ Are you still mad at me?”

You nod. 

“Well, I really am sorry. Look. I promise I won’t run away from you ever again, okay?” He hands you your drink and passes you the plastic container of cookies. You take a generous sip, the drink warming you as you swallow.

“I’m holding you to that promise.” You look back at the stars and see another falling star after a while. You make another wish and take another drink. “Hey Buck?”

“Yea, doll?” That damn name again.

“Maybe I am overstepping a bit. I hope this doesn’t come off as offensive… but those scars, scars in general really, are--uhm-- pretty hot.” You looked up at him. You couldn't read his face in the dark. 

“They’re hot?” 

It just spills out. “Mmhmm. I mean, you are hot anyway. But the scars don’t hurt either.” Oh the effects of alcohol and the dark and the stars. There were a few moments of silence and you took to pretending to inspect your nails in the dark. 

Bucky took a deep breath. You stole a glance at him, worried he was going to get up and ‘go for another walk’. Instead he was looking at you. 

“You think I’m hot?” His lips were fighting a smile.

You took a bit of a cookie. “I thought it was obvious that I think you’re sexy?” 

“Oh! So, I’m sexy now?” Bucky continues, voice very low and very intrigued, “Well, I think you’re sexy too, doll.”

“Coulda fooled me.” Looking up at him then, you see a smile. 

“Let me prove it to you,” he took your drink out of your hand and placed it on the end of the tailgate with his own. He brought his hand back to your cheek.

“As long as you don’t run away this time,” you snark.

Bucky threw his head back, barking a laugh. “Deal.” And then he kissed you under the stars.

--

“What a sight for sore eyes.” Bucky grinned as you got out of your car, “Hello, slick.”

“Hi Bucky.” The last time you’d seen him he’d kissed you up against your car for a good five minutes before you interrupted him with a yawn and he’d sent you home. 

Today, he met you at your door, where he gave you a kiss on the cheek. Both of you blushed like children. He filled the milk jugs as you told him about all the orders you and Grams had to do this week. Once he’d loaded the eggs into the truck he started to fidget with his ball cap.

“Well, maybe, if you have a chance… we could get lunch sometime this week?”

“I would love that, Buck. Maybe the diner? Tomorrow?”

“I have to go to town tomorrow around lunch. What about Wednesday? 12?”

“Yes.” You bit your lip, failing to suppress your huge grin. “Can’t wait. See ya then.”

“Me either. See ya doll.”

--

It was a busy day at the bakery. The bell kept ringing on the door, you had two birthday cakes to finish just today. Your list for tomorrow was even longer. You worked through lunch and had just started on the final decorations for the first one when your phone rang. You didn’t even think about answering and kept working.

A little bit later, the bell rang and Gram went to answer it, but quickly returned. “It’s for you sweetie.” You quirked eyebrow at her smirk. “It’s James.”

“Oh!” You wipe your hands of and round the corner to see Bucky sitting at the bar with two burgers and a plate of fries. You hadn’t seen him since the stargazing that night. “What a great surprise.”

“Uh… Well, I called you to see where you were, but you didn’t answer,” he pulled out a few packets of ketchup and barbeque sauce. “So I ordered your usual to go. Extra bacon.”

It hit you then. You were supposed to meet him--you check the clock--45 minutes ago at the diner. You’d completely forgot. The shop had been that busy. Your schedule had been wake up, shower, bake all day, eat a quick dinner, shower, and sleep for two days now.  

“Oh my god, I was supposed to meet you wasn’t I?” He nodded. “Oh shit. Bucky, I’m so sorry it’s been so hectic around here.” 

“It’s fine, Y/N. Sit down and eat.” He smiled and took a bite of his burger and pointed a finger at yours. He waved you quiet when you started to apologize profusely. “Seriously, it’s okay. You guys have been swamped. But you still need to eat.” He winked at you.

You ate your burger quickly. Once you smell it, you realize just how hungry you are. Bucky was telling you about a livestock auction coming up in a couple of weeks and that he was thinking about getting a herding dog when he went. 

“You need to give that horse a name before you buy more pets.”

He made a face at you. “All of my animals have a purpose, Y/N. They aren’t pets.”

“Hah. You treat them like pets. You talk to them like I talked to Sharon’s cat. You’d let Cap in the house if he wasn’t so big.” 

He laughed, cocking his head. “Who is Sharon?”

You stopped chewing. “What?”

“You said I talk to animals like you talked to Sharon’s cat. Who is Sharon?” He dipped three fries into your ketchup and ate them in one bite.

“Oh… Sharon was my roommate. The one… ya know.” You pushed your leftover fries away. Appetite gone.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay… I just... Actually, I've got to get back to work. But thanks so much for lunch.” You smiled and gathered the trash. “Sorry again for totally spacing.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure, slick. This was fun, we should do this again.” 

“Next time I won’t stand you up.”

“I’ll hold you to that, doll. See ya.” He winked.

“See ya Buck.”

He waved and left the shop and you returned to the kitchen. 

“That was so sweet of him to bring you lunch,” Grams says when you start rolling out more fondant. 

“Mhhmm. Even after I forgot to meet him. I’ll have to make it up to him.” You scolded yourself internally. 

“Well, he didn’t seem too bothered.” 

You nodded. 

That night you text him, but you were only able to keep your eyes open for 30 minutes before you were in dreamland. When you woke up your phone was face down beside your bed.  5% 

“Well shit.” You plugged it in. Bucky had sent you a couple messages after you’d fallen asleep. 

So what should I name that horse?

Slick?

Lol guess you fell asleep. Goodnight doll. 

You responded before you got in the shower: I did fall asleep. And forget to plug my phone into the charger haha sorry. 

It vibrated as you dried off. 

No problem. You’ve been working a lot lately. 

I was thinking about grilling some steak tonight (don’t tell the cows) 

You’re welcome to join me if you want 

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as you reply: 

I love steak as long as I didn’t know it..ya know before. 

I have a delivery in town at 5 but then I’m free

He responded:

Sounds good doll see you around 5:45ish then?

Sounds good! See you then Buck

- - - 

Taglist : bless y’all for your patience 

@notatallfriendly​    @thechaoticargonaut   @booktease21  @iamwarrenspeace  @titty-teetee  @harryngtonewithyourshit 

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[someordinaryselfshipper]

Phantom x reader Cinderella AU (part 1)

Summary: Modern day Cinderella AU with Phantom. Also with a little more build up.

word count: 1808

Warnings: Abusive family (no violence though)

This is the story of (Y/N). They once lived a happy and wealthy life. Although their mother died at a young age, their father raised them for 10 years. But he figured that his child would need a mother. So he married a woman who had two daughters around (Y/N)’s age, Anna and Kathrine. However, a year later (Y/N)’s father was killed in a tragic car accident. Their step mothers' true colors showed.When they wasted their wealth away, She abused (Y/N) into doing all of the household chores. But (Y/N) still dreams of their freedom from their horrible life. And maybe one day, their wish will come true…

___

My phone alarm rings with the sound of birds singing. I hit the off button and stretch my arms upward. I can hear the birds chirping from the open window of my tiny bedroom. Enjoying the peace before I have to deal with the chaos that is my step family.

I look around my simple bedroom. It only has a rustic bed, a dresser, and a bedside table. The old wallpaper that covers my bedroom is peeling off of the walls. I stay a moment longer on my bed, for if I get up, the creaky floorboards will alert my step family that I am awake.

I open my phone and see a news article get recommended to me. Of course Phantom bought out another building. Nobody knows what this man even looks like. But he's been buying out so many places latey, he practically runs this city. There are rumors about the man, how those who have seen him have made a deal and then they suddenly disappear. Of course that’s fake news. But he is a mysterious fella with a strange and ominous name. Those who don’t fear him want to at least be acquainted with him. I’m one of those people. But I don’t want to get to know him for his money or his power like others do. I want to know who this person actually is. Why they keep their life such a secret to the world...Ah well. I can only dream.

I put my phone back onto my bedside table and make my way off of my bed. As the floorboard creaked beneath my foot, I hear a shout from down the stairs. “(Y/N)!” My step mother yells, “GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” I guess my busy day starts now.

___

After I finish cooking breakfast for my step family (managing to snag a piece of bread and butter while I was at it) I start on my morning chores. I put on my earbud in one ear while I keep the other ear free. Last time I put both of them in I couldn’t hear my step mother calling me. Let’s just say those earbuds are long gone…

I like to listen to a mixture of rock and a bit of calming instrumental music. Rock music gets me all ampt up and ready for all the tiring chores I have to do all day. And the instrumental music calms me down whenever I start to feel sad or get overwhelmed by everything going on.

As I finish mopping up the first floor, I start to make my way up to the second floor, until I hear the oh so familiar yell “(Y/N!)” I turn around to see my step mother with my two step sisters behind her. She walks up to me and shoves a piece of paper into my chest.

“Go to the store and buy everything on this list. And if you miss one thing on this list, you’re going to regret it.” she turns around, “Come on girls. It’s time for your vocal lessons.” They all march off to the living room. I sigh and place the mop and the bucket to the side. Knowing I’ll have more to do when I get home. I walk up to my bedroom and grab my car keys. Before exiting out of the room I spot a tiny shoe box poke from underneath my bed.

I smile to myself and pull out the box. While my family doesn’t pay me for my service around the house, I have collected loose change and even a couple of dollar bills from my cleanings. I have about $5 saved up. It’s not much, and I know I should save more. But...Valentine's day was recently, and there is sure to be some chocolate on sale. It’s been a long time since I was able to treat myself. I think I deserve some on sale chocolate!

I grab the money and before I know it, I hope into my old, beat up truck. This thing may break down every chance it gets, but it holds a special place in my heart. It’s the last thing I have of my dad. Back when I was a kid, this truck was his pride and joy. Well...Besides me of course. I hop in and head off to the grocery store.

___

Bread? Check. Face masks? Check. Discount chocolate? Check! I got everything I needed off of the list, plus my little treat for the car ride home. I push my cart to the checkout line and see a ragged, skinny, older gentleman checking out before me.

“Ah, shoot.” I overhear the man say, “I really thought I had enough for this…” I look to see what the man was buying. It was a carton of milk and the cheapest and smallest bread loaf there was in the store. “I’m sorry sir.” The cashier said, “but if you cannot afford this, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The man looked so disappointed. I felt so bad...I look down at the chocolate I held in my hand...I can get a treat some other day. This man looks like he hasn’t had a proper meal in days.

“Excuse me sir.” The man looks up at me, “I know it’s not much, but.” I had the man the $5 I’ve been saving up. The man looked at me with wide eyes, “Oh but...I’m only two dollars off. I don’t need all five.” He states. I smile at him, “I want you to use it to buy another loaf of bread. I know the one you’re trying to buy does NOT taste good, and it won’t last that long.” The man smiles back at me, his eyes getting a little teary. “Thank you..so much.” He says. “Hey, it’s no problem. You need that money more than I do.” I say. The man takes the items from before and walks away.

My smile slowly fades as he walks away. I put the chocolate back onto the shelf and I take my turn to check out. Before I even manage to put the items onto the conveyor belt, I hear a man's voice behind me.

“Excuse me.” I turn around to see a very nicely dressed man. He wears a red dress shirt with a black vest over it. His black hair is perfectly combed to the side. He was...incredibly handsome-Oh who am I kidding? He’s fucking hot.

“I noticed you left this behind after helping that man?” He hands out the chocolate I had to put back. “Yes,” I said “I can’t afford it, so I just put it back.” I shrug as I continue to put my items onto the conveyor belt. Once I placed all of my items, the man places a separator bar onto the belt and places the chocolate down. I glance over at him and he just smiles at me.

I pay for the groceries and start to head out. “Wait,” the man walks up to me and hands me the chocolate. I slowly take it from his hands, he smiles warmly at me. “Thank you sir...But you didn’t have to-” He holds his hand up. “I wanted to. You did a nice thing, I believe you deserve this for it.” He holds his arm out for me. “May I walk you to your car?” He asks. “I don’t know. May I know your name?” I ask him. He chuckles and places his hand on his chest. “Where are my manners?” He asked himself, “Just call me Tom, darling. And you are?” He asks. “I’m (Y/N).” I say. “A lovely name to match a lovely person.” He says. “So may I?” He asks again. I nod and take his arm with a smile.

We both walk out to the car park as I lead him to my truck. As much as I hate to say it, I do feel a slight tinge of embarrassment. Tom seems like a man of class, and well...This truck does not scream class. But he doesn’t seem to mind. Or at least he’s not vocalizing his thoughts on it. Either way, I appreciate it.

“Thank you for walking me out Tom.” I say as I start putting the groceries into the back of the truck. “It’s no problem whatsoever.” He smirks at me with his arms crossing against his chest. “In fact, I would like to get to know you better if that’s okay with you. Would you wanna grab some lunch with me?” My eyes go wide, so does my smile. I can’t believe it! A seemingly nice guy is asking me out?! This is...My smile quickly fades.

“I’m sorry...I can’t. I-I have to get home and take care of everything around the house…” I look at the ground disappointingly. Tom takes my right hand between his hands, making me look up at him. He wears a warm smile on his face.

“It’s alright doll. I understand. How about dinner then? Are you free tonight at 8?” I think for a moment. Today is Saturday, my stepmother and sisters usually go to bed at around 7 on Saturdays because their dance lessons start early in the morning. If I’m really quiet, I might just be able to make it!

“Yeah,” I say, “Yeah I’m available tonight.” I smile brightly at him. He returns me one of his own. “Great! Would you like me to pick you up?” I think for a moment...if he parks his car up front, chances are my stepmother is going to spot it, and then I’ll get caught...too risky. I shake my head “Don’t worry about that! Just give me the location and I’ll meet up with you.” He nods and asks for my phone number. I give it to him and he texts me the location of where we are meeting up.

“See you tonight?” He asks as he starts to walk away.

“See you tonight.” I confirm.

#nwtb phantom x reader #phantom x reader #phantom nwtb x reader #cinderella au #phantom nwtb #nwtb phantom #natewantstobattle

[whentommymetalfie]

Lights On

A/N: A quick little one shot I wrote for the Tommy/Alfie prompt fest over on Ao3. Modern AU and not connected to any of my other works. Established relationship and lots of hurt/comfort. 

Summary: Every year on Bonfire Night, Tommy hides under the covers terrified by all the fireworks, this year Alfie is under the covers with him comforting him.

Tommy doesn’t acknowledge him. His breathing continues to come in erratic burst, wheezing out of his throat. Alfie strokes his hair

“It‘s just noise, love, just noise,” he whispers. “It’s scary fucking noise, I’ll give you that, all those bangs. But it’s just noise."

Pairing: Tommy/Alife

Wordcount: 1800

Warnings: ptsd

Never fucking drive in London... Alfie should know better by now and he thoroughly hates himself for this decision, as well as the one to ‘just swing by for some groceries’ despite working late in the bakery to prepare a dough. But his royal highness Thomas Michael Shelby will be most displeased if there’s no milk tomorrow and honestly, whatever his princess wants, he shall have. If only because it gives Alfie the excuse to say that exact phrase and watch Tommy scowl at him.

Right now however, he’s fairly sure Tommy would’ve taken his tea without milk indefinitely if it had meant Alfie would’ve been home on time.

Finally, he has to give up and park several blocks away from their apartment. And it’s possible the front tire ends up on the sidewalk, but that seems completely irrelevant at the moment. Far above him, the smattering of fireworks continue relentlessly. He slams the door shut using his foot, one arm around the bag of groceries and fishing for his mobile in his coat pocket with his free hand. The signals go through, but there’s no answer. Making his way down the street he starts typing out yet another text, despite the three previous ones remaining unanswered. Will be home in less than five minutes love-

“Oi, watch where you’re-“

He doesn’t even slow down to apologize to the highly offended owner of the voice.

Two minutes later, he’s standing outside their apartment, cursing and wrestling with the locks on the door, wondering who on earth decided doors needed this many fucking locks. If people are determined enough to break in and have gotten through one lock, why would a second one stop them? Would they suddenly fucking… give up halfway through?

Finally he gets the door open.

“Tommy, love, I’m so sorry I’m late. It‘s fucking bullshit this… was an accident on the A40 and I had to-“ He struggles out of his boots, leaving them haphazardly in the middle of the hallway. “Had to fucking take the tunnel, didn’t I? Yeah. Absolute fucking bullshit- Some people clearly shouldn’t be operating any vehicle more complicated than a bike.“

All the lights are on in the apartment, but Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

“Tommy?” He shoves the entire bag of groceries into the fridge -fuck actually sorting them into shelves, he’s got more important things to do, and then sets off towards the bedroom.

There’s a small lump in the middle of the bed, covered entirely by the duvet and several blankets.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighs as he walks up to the bed, sinking down onto the mattress and rubbing his palm over the figure. “It’s okay.”

The lump remains motionless but he feels the slight tremors under his palm, can hear the hitched breaths. When he lifts the covers ever so slightly he finds Tommy curled up into a tightly wounded ball, knees drawn up to his chest, face tucked against them and arms covering his head. He’s not just trembling, but actually shaking violently, which becomes painfully clear now. When a smattering of fireworks go off just a block or two away, he lets out a choked whimper and winds his fingers into his hair.

“It’s alright, love, I’m here now,” Alfie says and lies down behind him, pulling the covers up over them both again. Then he curls himself around his quivering frame, opting for wrapping an arm all the way over his knees and letting him stay in his position. Tommy doesn’t acknowledge him. His breathing continues to come in erratic burst, wheezing out of his throat. Alfie strokes his hair

“It‘s just noise, love, just noise,” he whispers. “It’s scary fucking noise, I’ll give you that, all those bangs. But it’s just noise. Happy people who just want an excuse to play with a bit of… fire and gunpowder, but it’s all fun and games. And the worst that’ll come out of it are all those colourful plastic bits you find all over the city for days afterwards.”

He presses a kiss against the nape of his neck.

“You’re home, you’re safe, and no one in the world will ever hurt you again. Because I’m going to personally hunt them down and end them in the most painful way possible if they do.”

There’s a high bang right outside the bloody window and Tommy lets out a horrified shriek that seems to cut like a dagger through his chest. Then there’s another one and Alfie realises that whoever is setting those off is hanging out on the street beneath their flat. If he listens closely, he can hear the unmistakable drunken hollering of a few lads apparently having the time of their fucking life out there.

When the third firecracker goes off, Tommy starts crying. This heart wrenching, desperately frightened sound that cuts him to his very core.

And fuck it, Alfie might not be able to do anything about the entire goddamn city losing their collective mind, but he can at the very least keep them away from this small patch of street…

“I’ll be right back, love,” he promises in a whisper and squeezes Tommy tightly, before climbing out of bed and stomping over to the window. He throws it open and stares down at the street, where a group of five young men are having a grand ole time with a box of matches and far more firecrackers than anyone should reasonably have. Which of course must break all sorts of laws but he couldn’t give less of a fuck -as long as they’re far away from here.

“Oi, you fucking lot!” he bellows and successfully gains the attention of at least two of them -one wearing a spectacularly dumb hat with some print he can’t read but instantly hates anyway, and one with a slightly less dumb hat. “Fuck off with that noise will you?”

“Nah, you fucking…fuck off,” Dumb Hat Guy yells back. Now, that’s really fucking eloquent, innit?  

“Alright, this is the deal,” Alfie barks at them, somehow trying to burn Dumb Hat alive with his gaze alone. “I’ve got someone up here who can’t fucking stand all this noise. So if I have to fucking tell you again, I’m going to come down there and shove one of those so far up your arse you can fire it through your fucking mouth!” He does wish he was a bit closer -he cuts a more imposing figure face to face, he’s well aware. But thank fuck the guys don’t seem to be out for trouble tonight.

“Fucking fine,” Less Dumb Hat Guy bellows as Dumb Hat Guy starts dragging him down the street to join their three friends, who are blessing the neighbourhood with a terribly off key version of God save the queen.

All things considered that went easier than expected. Alfie shoves the window closed and quickly returns to the bed and Tommy, who hasn’t moved an inch since he left, still shaking violently and choking out heart wrenching sobs. He pulls him close again.

“There we go, they went away. I know I can’t make all of the noise stop, but it’s a start,” he whispers and rubs his palm over his side. “But it’ll stop soon, I promise.”

For a bit, there’s no change: Tommy stays curled up so tightly that Alfie thinks he might’ve frozen like that, the quiet sobs wracking his frame. Alfie just holds him. Holds him, shushes him gently and mutters soothing nonsense against the soft skin on the back of his neck. It’s all he can do for now. He wishes he didn’t have to know shit like that, but things are the way they are, right? So he’s well versed in how these things usually go. And he knows that right now, Tommy can’t quite hear him. Mostly just registers that he’s there, that he’s not alone. But there’s no point in getting into elaborate stories. Simply repeating that he’s safe, that he’s not alone and holding him is enough.  

Bit by bit, Tommy’s muscles seem to soften, and his legs relax enough for Alfie to wrap the arm around his waist instead. He places a hand on his chest, feeling the quick pitter patter of Tommy’s heart against his palm. Like a frightened rabbit’s. He pulls him a bit closer. Hoping his own heartbeat will somehow seep into Tommy’s chest and calm his racing pulse.

The fireworks continue to thunder in the distance.

“So, a lady came to the bakery today,” he begins quietly. “Wanted to buy raisin bagels. Of all the things in the world. Whoever began stuffing raisins into perfectly good bread should be charged for their heinous crimes against humanity.“

He talks a bit about the nerve of certain people. It’s becoming quite warm and stuffy underneath the duvet, but it’s a small price to pay. Whatever makes Tommy feel even marginally more safe is worth it. As he talks, he can feel Tommy relax further into his embrace. Finally he turns around to face him, burying his face in his chest.

“Would you like to get out of these clothes, love?” he asks then. “Think you’d be more comfortable.”

After getting a small nod in response, he helps Tommy out of his clothes and goes to turn the light off, making sure to first switch on the lamp on the bedside table. When he climbs back into bed, Tommy is watching him from under heavy eyelids, his long lashes still wet with tears. God, if he could, he’d go out there and personally rip the fireworks from each and every fucking idiot holding them, consequences be damned. A statement that when said out loud finally earns him a faint smile, even as Tommy still trembles ever so slightly.

Soon, Tommy is safely wrapped up in his arms again, face buried in his chest. Outside, another round of fireworks go off right nearby and like clockwork, his breathing hitches.

“Did I ever tell you about the time me and my cousin tried to build a hot air balloon and send his action figure to the moon?” Alfie asks and Tommy makes a noise that could almost be the beginning of a quiet laugh.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it’s an excellent, excellent story, so strap yourself in,” he says and starts stroking his hair again, raking his nails softly against his scalp. “So, me and my cousin, right, we used to spend a few weeks every year at his grandmother’s place outside Margate. Big fields and all that, and-“

It’s a long story. And once that is finished, he follows it up with another one, and another, as the fireworks outside continue to brighten the sky into blue and green and red. Tommy clings tightly to him, as if he’s drowning. Perhaps he is, in a way. But Alfie will do his best to keep him afloat.  

#tommy x alfie #Tommy Shelby #Alfie Solomons #peaky blinders fanfiction #tw: ptsd

[etherealwaifgoddess]

To Give Him The World, Chpt.5

Main Characters: Thor x Ellie (original female character)

Summary: Ellie takes Thor on a walk into town for coffee and a little sightseeing. If you haven’t read the first four chapters you can catch up HERE!

Warnings/ Content: as usual- fluff and Thor getting frustrated with himself but Ellie helps him through it. Brief mention of PTSD and depression. Personal head cannon - I like to think that Bruce would have pulled Thor aside after Endgame and been like “Buddy, this isn’t just about being sad. You can get help. PTSD is real. Depression is real. Gods aren’t excluded from suffering.”  #brucebannerisagoodbro

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! It’s been a loooong week. I’m so happy it’s Friday because I’m planning on scrubbing through the rest of this fic tomorrow morning while sipping my coffee and pretending the outside world doesn’t exist. For now, enjoy chapter five. We’re over halfway through ya’ll!  XOXO - Ash

To Give Him The World, Chapter Five

Ellie led the way to New Asgard’s only coffee shop. It was situated at the edge of the main shopping street with patio seating outside under the blue and white awning. It was bright and cheery inside with walls of books and a whole section of teas and coffees to buy and make at home. Thor looked around eagerly, having never been inside before. Ellie let him look around a minute while she headed for the counter, desperately ready for her morning coffee. 

A young man with short cropped hair and rich brown skin stood behind the counter. He waved as she approached, “Morning Ellie! Your usual?”

“Hey Marcus. Yes, a big one today, I need it.” Ellie told him.

“I bet you do…. I see that guy you brought in with you. Hel-lo tall, chubby, and handsome. So is the dry spell over then?” Marcus quirked an eyebrow at her suggestively and she couldn’t suppress a giggle. She had befriended the overly dramatic barista when the shop opened four years ago and she started coming in daily for her coffee fix. Marcus had the morning shift on the weekdays, and sometimes on weekends they would find time to hang out. He was always up for some girl talk and his own dating life was much more exciting than Ellie’s so she got to live vicariously through him and his escapades to find his very own prince charming. 

Ellie blushed and couldn’t bring herself to possibly embarrass Thor by talking about him. “Be nice, he’s an old friend. I’m not sure about anything more just yet.”

Marcus shrugged, “Says the girl in yesterday’s clothes.”

“Marcus!” Ellie picked up a biscotti out of the counter top bin and threw it at him. 

Marcus laughed as he dodged it and walked over to the espresso bar to start on Ellie’s vanilla latte.

Thor had heard the commotion and walked over to join Ellie at the counter. He stared intently at the board reading through the options. “There are so many things.” he said almost to himself. Thor was starting to fluster, not knowing what most of the items on the menu were and becoming frustrated that he was inept at something as simple as finding the right type of coffee. He wished for a beer, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything if he just had a few beers. 

“Why don’t you get what I’m having and if you want to try something new next time, Marcus can go through the different types with us. I don’t know what half of this crap is.” Ellie offered.

“Okay, whatever you’re having is fine.”

“Marcus,” Ellie called over to him, “Make that two.”

“Not a problem, doll face. Gimme one sec.” 

Thor looked from Marcus to Ellie curiously.

“He’s a good friend. I come in daily for my caffeine fix and his dating life gossip.” 

Thor nodded, “Hello, Ellie’s friend.” He called out.

“Hello Ellie’s other friend.” Marcus called back cheerily. He took a minute to glance over and get a good look at the new man in his friend’s life, but his jaw dropped when he saw it was Thor. Marcus fumbled with the frothing milk pitcher, splashing a little on his hand with a curse. “I’m so sorry. I meant no disrespect your majesty.” Marcus tried to back peddle. 

Thor shook his head, “None taken. Any friend of Ellie’s is a friend of mine. It’s great to meet you. Please, call me Thor.” Thor extended his hand warmly which Marcus scrambled over to shake. Thor shook the smaller man’s hand heartily and Ellie had to bite her lip from laughing as Marcus’ whole body was swayed by the shake. 

Marcus was still wide eyed but managed to speak, “I’m Marcus. Can I get you something to drink?”

Thor nodded, ”Well, Marcus, I’m going to have whatever Ellie ordered.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. It should be almost done.” Marcus scrambled back to the espresso bar to finish the drink. He shot Ellie a quick text while he waited for the last two shots of espresso to pour. “Details girl. You owe me details.” He typed. 

Ellie’s phone chimed in her pocket and she pulled it out to check. She laughed when she read the message. “Later. Promise.” She sent back. 

Thor looked inquisitively at Ellie’s phone. “Everyone seems to be obsessed with those mobile devices. I don’t understand it.”

“They keep people connected.” Ellie explained, “It’s much easier to send a quick morning hello, or just something you found funny by text than call and have a whole conversation. Think about it, if you wanted to talk to Valkyrie to catch up, what would you do?”

“Hit myself in the face. It’s what she’d end up doing anyway.”

“Thor!” Ellie giggled and smacked his arm, “Be serious.”

“Alright. I would call her from my house phone. Or I would walk down to find her in town.”

“Okay, perfect. So, you would only walk to town once a day, right? You wouldn’t make trips down and back just because you thought of something else. You wouldn’t call her several times a day with small things.”

“No, I’d wait.”

“Exactly. With cell phones we stay connected all the time. You could tell her right away when you think of something instead of waiting until your next trip into town and possibly forgetting it.” 

“Hmm.” Thor took a minute to ponder her words, “It could be useful. But I don’t know if anyone needs me interrupting their day that much.” he says with a self depreciating chuckle. 

“I go back to work on Monday and I wouldn’t mind having my day interrupted by hearing from you.” 

Thor felt a blush spreading across his cheeks and ducked his head to look at the floor. He was saved by the return of Marcus with two lattes in hand. “Here you go. It was good seeing you Ellie, and nice meeting you, your magis…. Thor.” Marcus feels weird calling their king by his first name but doesn’t want to make an even larger faux paux by refusing to respect his wishes. 

Thor shoots Marcus a grateful smile for catching himself and pulls Ellie’s hand into his as they exit the shop. The streets are busy for a Friday morning and Thor’s hand squeezes Ellie’s a little tighter when people recognize him and say hello. He’s anxious but holding on and Ellie is so proud he’s managing. One overeager older gentleman stops them and begins giving Thor a piece of his mind for abdicating the throne to a non royal woman. Thor shifts uncomfortably, trying to come up with a polite response and squeezing Ellie’s hand for dear life. 

Ellie decides she’s heard enough chauvinistic rambling and steps in. “Wouldn’t you say being present is extremely important to governing a community?”

The old man’s eyes narrowed in on Ellie, unsure where she was going, “Well yes, of course.” he conceded.

“Good, we agree then. You can’t lead people if you’re not there and Thor has been part of the Avengers for almost a decade. He could be called away at a moment’s notice. He has been called away so much within that time that he’s been away more than he’s been here. Valkyrie hasn’t left since she returned and has no other obligations to pull her away. Clearly Thor made the right choice in leaving Asgard under her care.” 

The old man stared at Ellie like he wanted to argue but needed to restrategize first. Ellie didn’t give him a chance. “But thank you so much for stopping to say hello. We must be off. I hope you have a lovely weekend.” Ellie pulled Thor along with her, refusing to look back and enjoy what was probably a hilarious expression on the man’s face. 

Thor was stunned at how easily Ellie shut the man down and was staring at her, baffled, as they moved briskly down the sidewalk. Ellie looked up to see Thor’s face and gave him a little shrug, “Sorry if I overstepped. That guy was relentless and you seemed to be really uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” he assured her, “And I was. That man is exactly why I stay home.”

“Oh darling, no. Don’t let him get to you. We’re going to have a lovely morning out. I’m with you and nobody is going to upset you as long as I’m here.” Ellie promised him. 

Thor smiled down at her, amused by her determination. Remembering the cup in his hand, he asked, “I rather like this drink. What was it called?”

“Vanilla latte. I get one every morning from there.” 

“I might have to start. It’s like coffee but better.”

Ellie chuckled at his description. “It’s mostly milk and sugar but it has espresso which is kind of like really strong coffee.”

Thor nods, thinking for a moment, “And the cafe is open every day?”

“Yes, every day. Though Marcus is only there on weekday mornings. The weekend morning girl is Rachel.” 

“You really do go everyday.” 

“Of course! I can’t make this at home and it’s typically my breakfast.” 

“This is your breakfast?”

“Yeah, mostly. I never seem to remember to prep anything or bring it along even when I do.” 

Thor frowns, “You need more than that for a morning meal.” 

“I survive just fine, Thor. And look, we’re here.” Ellie pointed to the gates of the community garden. 

It was a beautiful area dedicated to nature and fenced off from the town surrounding it. The paths throughout the space were lined with smooth river rocks in varying sizes and low lying flowering plants. It managed to be whimsical and elegant all at the same time. You wouldn’t be surprised to stumble across either a wedding event or a faery tea party while you walked the paths. It was one of Ellie’s favorite places in New Asgard, she loved the smell of the green earth there and the calmness it brought her. Thor watched her face as she stopped every so often to admire the plants, sometimes bending down to lovingly run her fingers across soft leaves. Thor thought it was very well done and was impressed with Valkyrie’s planning. 

“Have you been here before?” Ellie asked him as she noticed he wasn’t as engrossed as she was. 

Thor shook his head, “No, but Valkyrie had talked to me about her plans years ago. It’s lovely.” 

“It really is. I come here a lot, especially if I’m stressed. There’s something soothing about being here.” 

“That’s nice you have a place to go. That’s how I feel about my rock.”

“Your rock?”

“Yes, the rock on the cliff at the edge of my backyard. You can sit on it to watch the sea. There’s nothing more relaxing than sitting there.” 

“Huh. I’d like to see that. Maybe we can do that next. I’ve shown you my favorite peaceful place, it’s only fair I get to see yours.” 

Thor was pleased he’d been able to contribute to their day and he grinned at Ellie who was already off, rubbing her fingers through a stretch of tall grasses. They walked through the labyrinth-like trails hand in hand, exploring each new turn as they came to it. Thor found a bench to park himself on for a bit and a trash can for their paper cups in the area around the large decorative fountain. He was happy to sit and people watch as Ellie backtracked a bit to try and see where the one narrow offshoot led to. She had a feeling it was a shortcut to the new children’s garden but wanted to explore. Ellie hadn’t wanted to try and have Thor navigate through the small area but when he announced he was ready to sit a moment she took the opportunity to go back. 

Thor sat happily people watching for almost fifteen minutes while Ellie explored. He loved sitting outside in the sun and realized he hadn’t done it in quite some time. As much as he enjoyed being outside in his yard, and especially sitting on his rock, it had been increasingly harder to get out of bed to the living room, let alone go outside. Thor knew it was depression and PTSD but it didn’t make him feel any better about it. He’d talked with Banner about it at length before he returned to New Asgard. There were medications he could try but being Aesir it was unlikely they would work so they ruled them out. Bruce had sent him emails on things he could do to help manage both issues but after a little while things started landsliding back to the way they were before Bruce and Rocket had found him in the cottage with Korg and Miek. 

Ellie found Thor right where she’d left him, deep in thought. “Hey,” she said sitting down next to him, “I was right, it was the children’s garden. It has a Very Hungry Caterpillar theme. Look.” Ellie held her phone out to him and flipped through the photos she’d taken of the area.

Thor was starting to like the idea of cell phones. “Thank you for taking those. It’s a charming little area.” 

“It is. So how was your rest? Ready to keep moving?” 

“Yes, I think we should. We’re almost done, right?” 

Ellie nodded, “Yeah, we’re about three quarters of the way through. Or we can take a quick route right out if you’re ready. We’ve already been here over an hour.”

“You love it here, we can keep going. But I will pay for a ride to get us home afterwards.”

“No, it’s okay. I come here so much, I don’t mind. Let’s call a car now and get you home. I need to pop over to my apartment at some point today though. My clothes are pretty gross at this point.”

Thor hadn’t even realized Ellie was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. The same clothes she had spent the whole day cleaning in. “Ellie, how inconsiderate of me. I didn’t even think of it. Is your place on the way back?  We can stop there first.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s a few more minutes in the opposite direction. Don’t worry about it, I’ll go later” 

“We can still go. You shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable any longer than you have been.”

“You sure you’re up to it?” 

“Absolutely. I’d like to see where you live.”

“Okay, thank you. And don’t get too excited. My place is pretty boring, just a little apartment over on Oak Street. Let me call for a car so we can head out.” Ellie pulled out her phone and made the call. They had ten minutes which was plenty for them to get back to the entrance. She took Thor’s hand again and showed him the most direct route out from where they were. There was a straight route out from almost anywhere in the gardens if you knew where to look. It was a safety measure but one that was most often used by frazzled parents with overtired children who were ready to be done with their outing. 

The car was early and they were walking out of the gates as it pulled up. Thor opened and closed Ellie’s door for her before dashing around to his side. Ellie gave the driver her address and they arrived at her little apartment barely five minutes later. It was an old stone house that had been subdivided into three apartments, one on each floor. Ellie had the bottom floor and she loved having the large backyard right outside her kitchen door. The car agreed to wait while they ran inside for a few minutes to gather her things and Thor followed Ellie into her home. It was nothing special, just a basic collection of rooms with cream colored walls and pale oak wood floors. Thor would have expected it to be more homey and wondered why Ellie hadn’t decorated. It could have been a show home for all the blandness. 

“Did you just move in?” Thor called to Ellie who was in the bedroom changing. 

“No, I’ve been here since we arrived. It was a great catch getting a bottom floor apartment.” she called back.

Thor was even more perplexed and was about to ask about the lack of personal items when Ellie popped out in her new outfit. “Oh, wow.” Thor had to consciously keep his jaw up when he saw her. Ellie had changed into a pair of soft looking leggings and a long cable knit sweater with a neckline large enough that it exposed her left shoulder. Thor thought she looked absolutely edible and fought the urge to go kiss her senseless.

Ellie laughed at his reaction. “So I’m all set. Unless you think I should pack a bag.” 

“Pack a bag?” Thor parroted back confused, his mind distracted by how soft her pale, creamy skin looked against the dark green of her sweater.

“Yes, Thor, if I’m staying over again I need to bring a few things. I didn’t want to pressure you or presume anything but you said you slept better with me there and I don’t have any plans this weekend.” 

That caught Thor’s attention. “Yes! Please do. Pack a bag. Several bags. I’d love it if you stayed the weekend.” 

Ellie laughed again, “Okay, give me one more minute to pack.” She raced back to her bedroom to gather up two sets of clothes, her toiletries, and set of lace underwear just in case. She was hurrying back to Thor in the living room before he’d gotten a chance to get his wits about him. 

“Come on, let’s go.” she herded him out the door and back into the waiting car. 

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#thor #Thor Odinson #thor x reader #Thor x original character #Thor x Original Female Character #original female character #plus size original female character #thor fanfic #thor fanfiction #fat thor #chubby thor #thicc thor #marvel #Marvel Avengers #post avengers endgame #cannon divergent #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #MARVEL FANDOM #marvel fangirl #To Give Him The World

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Z 249

So, funny story, I was going to watch Episode 250 this morning, and my DVD player quit working, so I had to go to the store and buy another one.   For those of you keeping score, this is the third external disc player I’ve used on this project. 

My best guess is that the mechanism that actually reads the DVD’s is getting worn out somehow.    The first player I used could do Blu-Rays too, and it still can.    It can play CD’s too, anything as long as it’s not a DVD.   You put one in and it acts like you stuffed a cookie in there by mistake.     The second one’s doing the same thing now, only it never had Blu-Ray capability, because I just wanted a cheap standby to get me through this liveblog.   Hopefully this third one will last.    I’ve only got 43 episodes and five movies to go.

Anyway, I’m wondering if my gif-making procedure is what’s wearing these things out so quickly.   For 248, I spent a lot of time moving the playback slider on VLC Media Player, trying to recapture the footage so I could get what I needed.    Most of my gifs are a little quicker.    I have a rough idea how many frames of animation I can use, and I’ve gained a better sense of what I want and what my “aesthetic” is, for lack of a better term.    So usually I can get what I need on the second or third pass.    For Episode 248, I had some trouble, so I kept going back and replaying a few seconds of video from that disc, and I wonder if all that jumping around messed up the thing that reads DVD’s.  

The discs are totally unaffected by this, I know that much.  I watched 249 on the second player before it died, and I just watched 250 on the third player.  What concerns me is that one of these years it’s going to get harder to find the hardware to play these things.   I picked up these last two from Wal-Mart for under thirty bucks, but you used to be able to buy VHS players at Wal-Mart and now you can’t.    I still have machines that’ll play the discs, and I think that’ll always be so, but I fear that it’ll get harder and harder to hook one up to a computer for gif making and screencaps.   

Well, that’s a problem for another day.    Today, Goku’s going back to Otherworld with Fortuneteller Baba, and this time he’s not coming back (ohhhhhhh, brother).  For what it’s worth, she agrees with his decision to leave the fate of the Earth in the hands of the living.   Personally, I don’t think Goku had much choice. 

At King Yemma’s place, the line is backed up from all the millions of Earthlings being killed by Majin Buu.   Yemma’s job is to judge each soul and determine their respective fate in the afterlife.    I guess he’s pretty quick in general, but this is enough to tax even his system.

Goku cuts in line and asks about Gohan, since everyone but Videl thinks Buu already killed him.   But Yemma can’t find him on the rolls, and he’s sure he would have remembered Goku’s son if he ever came through.    So Goku has proof that Gohan survived, and he’s thrilled.    Now Gohan can still help the others against Majin Buu.

But before Goku can celebrate this, Yemma informs him about Dabura’s death.    The flashback shows him being dragged before Yemma by his employees, which reminds me a lot of when Cell was brought before Yemma.  Why do these two get to keep their bodies?   Anyway, Yemma would have sent him to hell, but he knows that hell is very similar to the Demon Realm, where Dabura used to rule.  

So instead he consigned him to heaven, which.... okay, you’re the boss, Yemma.   If you think that’s the right call.

So Goku heads out and flies among the golden clouds for a bit, and he notes that Videl was right all along, which I like.    Then he wonders where Gohan’s been all this time.   If he’s not dead, why couldn’t anyone sense his presence on Earth?  So he reaches out with his senses and finally picks him up, but he can’t tell where he’s sensing him.    It’s not on Earth or in Otherworld.    So he just uses Instant Transmission and settles it that way.

And he nearly teleports right into Gohan swinging the Z-SWord.

Kibito’s not thrilled to have another mortal treading the sacred ground of the Supreme Kai Planet, but what can he do?   Apparently Goku could have teleported here whenever he wanted, he just never knew this place existed, and I’m still a little fuzzy on whether the Z-Fighters can sense the Supreme Kai’s ki.  

Goku takes a few swings with the Z-Sword just to see what it’s like.   In the dub he gives Gohan some helpful advice, which was a nice touch, but in the original script he just asks if he can hang out with Gohan until he’s ready to return to Earth.    Also, he wants food, which is just as well, since Gohan would need some eventually anyway.

On the way to... well, I don’t know where these guys are flying to.   My first impulse was to imagine the Supreme Kai has a little place for eating, but not like a house or a palace, more like the clubhouse at a golf course.   They’re gonna go there and eat those little sandwiches with the crusts cut off.    Anyway, Gohan asks Goku about Super Saiyan 3, and Goku’s like “Yeah, I’ll show you when we’re done eatng, son!”  

So, if Gohan, on this plane, could sense Goku using Super Saiyan 3, on Earth, doesn’t that mean someone on Earth could sense Goku using SSJ3 in Otherworld?    Because he would have used it before, at least once, when he first developed the form.  King Kai knew what he was doing as soon as he mentioned it to Majin Buu, so King Kai’s seen him do it off-screen.    But all the characters on Earth, and the Supreme Kai and Kibito were completely surprised by it.   I think about that a lot.

We then flash forward a day later.   I think the dub failed to mention this, which is why I was always confused about this next scene where Goten and Trunks are asleep and Piccolo has to wake them up.

I always thought it was weird how Goku just left and they immediately went to bed, and Piccolo’s coming in like ten minutes later to wake them.   

Anyway, as soon as his back is turned, they immediately go back to sleep, so...

BEST GREEN DAD

Meanwhile, the whole gang is watching this.   Bulma’s like “Yeah, slug my kid.    He deserves it!”

Anyway, this is the scene in the dub where the boys ask Piccolo what’s for breakfast, and he shouts “BREAKFAST?!   YOU’RE HAVING THE FUSION TECHNIQUE FOR BREAKFAST!”

Before they resume training, the boys want to see the Fusion Dance one more time for reference.  Piccolo asks Krillin to help him demonstrate, since he’s seen it before, when Goku did it.  Krillin’s like “Why me?   The others all saw it too!”   And then he looks around and everyone else is gone.   

So they do it and it looks badass, and I’m only sorry that this wouldn’t work for real and Pillin or whatever he’d be called can’t go kick Buu’s ass himself.  

The boys are embrassed to even see this, and Piccolo’s like “Dammit, you were the ones who wanted to see this done again.”

Meanwhile, Gohan’s got the Z-Sword pretty well under control.    He can do majorette twirls with it...

And he can reverse-weild, like Asohka Tano from Clone Wars.   Wait, why didn’t Asohka hold her sabers backwards when she fought Darth Vader in Rebels?  

Never mind that shit, here comes Mongo Majin Buu.   These people were all gathered around a giant TV screen watching news coverage of how Buu has already wiped out two-thirds of the population, and then Buu barges nto the studio and makes faces at the camera to frighten everyone else.    See?  He’s smarter than he lets on.    Anyway, he blows up the whole town after this.

On his way to the next town, he spots a little boy walking by himself and tries to scare him, but the boy can’t recognize him because he’s blind.   He may not even know who Buu is.   

This annoys Buu, who gets a kick out of frightening people before he kills them, so he heals the boy’s eyes just so he can finally see Buu and be afraid.

But it backfires, because the kid is so grateful to be able to see that he thanks Buu profusely.  

Buu asks the kid if he thinks he looks cool, and the kid’s like “Well, you’re literally the first person I’ve ever seen, so I really don’t know.”   But he thinks Buu is cool, simply because he cured his blindness.   This is really kind of fascinating to watch, because you get the sense that Buu’s only been killing and terrorizing people because he genuinely has no idea how else to interact with anything.   It never occurred to him that people could like him, or that he could get them to like him by doing good things.   

The boy tries to reward Buu with the money he was planning to use to buy milk in the next town over, but Buu doesn’t like the taste of it, so he flies off to get the boy actual milk.

And buy “milk”, I mean “he found a man and turned him into a carton of milk.     Buu’s got a long way to go.

So he flies off without even killing the boy, and he seems very pleased with that whole interaction, and then he notices another town and blows it up.  

The message here is that there’s definitely an opportunity here to get Buu to cut this shit out, but how is anyone going to get close enough to him to pull that off?

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #majin buu saga #majin buu #goku #gohan #fortuneteller baba #king yemma #supreme kai #kibito #dabura #goten #trunks #piccolo #bulma #krillin #yamcha #ox king #puar

[keanubot]

I Love You Like The Sun Came Out (Keanu Reeves/Reader) Chapter 1

so i’ve had this idea mulling around for about a year now and after A LOT of encouragement from @johnsbleu i decided to finally just make it happen. i know keanu/reader isn’t everyone’s thing and that’s ok! i just wanted to try my hand at it. i have a lot of ideas for this so hopefully you guys like it 💖

title is a lyric from ‘waking up slow’ by gabrielle aplin (and i made the gif from her lyric video for that song). if you wanna know the vibe for this fic, definitely go listen to it.

word count: around 4k

warnings: none for this chapter but YES...this fic will be very smutty

“You got the job!”

Anybody else would be more than happy to hear those words, overjoyed in fact. But hearing them does almost nothing for you, your lips pressed together in a tight line as you nod at nobody in particular with your cell phone against your ear. You inhale deeply through your nose, processing the words of the woman on the other end before saying quite calmly:

“Awesome, when do I start?”

Maybe you’re overexaggerating just a little bit; a job is good, it’s always good. A steady income, stability, a routine, all that jazz. It’s not that you hate working, it’s not like you didn’t apply for this job in the hopes that you’d get it, but still…it’s disappointing.

Because being a housekeeper for a celebrity is certainly not how you thought your life in Hollywood was gonna go.

“He’d like you to start tomorrow. He won’t be back for about a month or so but he wanted you to get acquainted with the house, figure out where everything is, water the plants, that sort of thing.”

You nod again, absentmindedly tapping your knee with your index finger, “Is there a schedule I should follow?”

“He sent me a basic list of things he needs done, but he’d like you to make your own hours. However, while he’s gone he will need you to come in to feed the fish.”

You raise an eyebrow, “The fish?”

“Yes, he has a koi pond with about a dozen of them; the gardener has been feeding them lately but it’s not in his job description to stop by every day. That’s the housekeeper’s job.” The woman laughs, “Your job, I should say.”

You laugh along with her, wondering if she can tell you’re faking it. Yep, that’s me: the housekeeper. That’s all I’ll ever be good for out here, apparently.

“I’ll meet you at the house tomorrow morning at eight o’clock to give you the keys and answer any other questions you might have,” the woman continues. You know her name, you even met her in a formal interview, but you can’t for the life of you remember it, “You still have reliable transportation, right?”

If you’d even call your beat-up car ‘reliable’. “Yep.”

“Then we’re all set, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See you then.” You bring the phone away from your ear and swipe your thumb across the screen to end the conversation, biting your lip and staring at your lock screen until it turns black. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the small sheet of glass and cringe at the expression on your face; come on, is it really necessary to look that annoyed?

About six months ago, you’d come to Hollywood on a complete whim, barely enough money in your bank account to keep you afloat and nothing but the promise of an audition at a talent agency to keep you going. You’d sent in a tape all the way from New York, and about two weeks later you’d been flown out to California for an in-person audition. In a whirlwind, you’d become a client at the agency and quickly landed your first professional acting job ever, playing the younger sister of a grieving widow in a pretty low budget indie drama. You’d only been in two scenes, had about five lines, but still…it had been exhilarating. And you’d finally felt like this whole acting thing was really gonna happen for you.

It just went downhill from there.

From that gig came barely any offers whatsoever, aside from a pretty raunchy comedy that required a nude scene that you really didn’t feel comfortable doing. Instead, you did a couple commercials; dog food, fabric softener, and the most recent – tampons. Other than that, your schedule has been dry as hell, and your bank account has slowly been dwindling down. You barely have enough money left to cover rent for the next month and the only options that remain are to get a non-acting job while you wait for auditions or throw in the towel and head back to New York.

The former seems like the best way to go; you’re not the type to just give up. You’ve already promised yourself that you won’t go back until an entire year has passed.

Only halfway there, you think to yourself, anything could happen from now and then.

Like becoming a housekeeper for Keanu Reeves, apparently.

At first the idea had been absolutely absurd; a woman who works at the agency had told you that a few clients had managed to get these kinds of jobs, gaining access to celebrity houses and basically cleaning up after them. To some people it might be appealing, but it had made your stomach turn. You’re supposed to be gaining success, getting your name out there, not watering plants and feeding fish – and the thought of being under the watchful eye of an actor you admire makes things ten times worse. You want to be taken seriously.

But the alternatives – working as a barista, busting your ass as a waitress, nannying – are just not a good balance for what you’re trying to accomplish. You need time, time to study and rehearse and audition, time that those jobs simply won’t allow for. At least with the housekeeping you won’t be working eight hours a day, and according to the woman at the agency, there’s amazing pay in it. So how can you pass that up?

So you didn’t. You’d put your name in and before you knew it you’d been called in for an interview for Keanu Reeves. He hadn’t been there, his assistant had shown up instead, explaining that he was away shooting a movie and wouldn’t be back for another month. After a thorough background check and what you felt was a positive interview, you’d left feeling hopeful, albeit disappointed in yourself for allowing your career to get to this point.

So here you are. You got the job. And you want to feel thrilled…but it’s difficult.

Maybe, I’ll feel better when I see the house, you think to yourself, rising from your spot at the kitchen table to go make yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves. You’re suddenly feeling a bit anxious about the whole thing, reality setting in.

“Did you get the job?” one of your roommates asks, coming into the kitchen in workout attire and putting an empty water bottle in the sink, “Sorry, I wasn’t eavesdropping, I promise. I just heard the end of it when I got back from my run.”

You give her a small smile, “Yep, got it.”

“Great!” she replies, then turns around and leaves, blonde ponytail swishing behind her.

Becca – one of your three roommates. She’s not your friend, none of them are; it’s not really possible to have friends in Hollywood when you’re all essentially competing for the same thing. You’re all signed to the same agency and usually audition for all the same roles, which has created a lot of tension more than once. Your two other roommates haven’t even spoken to each other in about a month after one of them won a role over the other.

Despite what seems like a lot of drama, you manage to stay out of it. You’re there because you need a place to stay, and you get along fine individually with all the girls so you don’t really have anything to complain about. But even with three roommates, rent is ridiculous, and this job is your saving grace.

“Wait, who’s it for again?” you hear behind you, and you turn to see Becca has returned, leaning against the door frame and still catching her breath from the exercise. “Sorry, I forget who you said.”

“Keanu Reeves,” you say, stirring some milk into your tea, “I start tomorrow.”

“Shit, yeah,” her voice is breathless, “He’s like…a big deal.”

You notice your heart begins to beat a bit faster, “I know, but he’s supposed to be really nice.” You look up from your cup and catch a glimpse of Becca’s shocked expression before she shakes it off and nods her head.

“Oh, of course,” she agrees, wiping sweat from her forehead, “Everyone says that. Should be an easy job.”

You shrug, “Hope so.”

“Okay, well,” she slowly backs up, clearly wanting to go change, “I’ll see you later.”

You throw her a thumbs up and she disappears once again; you wonder if she realizes how nervous she’s just made you. “A big deal.” Yeah, that’s the understatement of the year. He’s fucking Keanu Reeves. His reputation in Hollywood is one of the most well known, and while you’re not worried about him hating you or being rude or something, you’re definitely worried about being in the presence of such a famous actor. And the fact that it’s not for an audition or a role, but because you’re going to be cleaning his house? Yeah, pretty humiliating.

At least you’ll get a month to yourself before you have an audience. To be honest, you’re looking forward to seeing what the house where you’ll be spending a good amount of time actually looks like.

 ------

Keanu’s assistant meets you at eight sharp in front of the house. As you pull up, you feel a lump grow in your throat at the sheer size of it, the black pillars in front seeming quite ominous. His assistant is already there, standing in front of the house with a clipboard; she looks like a real estate agent and you laugh to yourself at the idea of ever having enough money to buy a house like this.

You come to a squeaky stop in the driveway, cringing at the dramatic difference between your shitty car and her not-so-shitty one. You know absolutely nothing about cars but you know expensive when you see it. She waves at you and you wave back, getting out of your car and walking over to her.

“Good morning,” she says, reaching out to shake your hand like she had in your interview, “Ready to start your first day?”

You nod, hoping you look enthusiastic, “Yep, looking forward to it,” you gesture toward the house, “It’s gorgeous.”

She makes an odd facial expression, shrugging, “Not really my taste. I hate the black.”

You’re not really sure how to respond – because you do like the black – but it doesn’t matter because she’s already turning around, putting a key in the lock and opening the front door. She heads inside and you follow close behind, your eyes widening when you’re greeted with essentially a giant hallway, so grand that you feel as if you’ve stepped into a museum.

“Wow,” is all you can say, taken aback by the unique layout, “Is it all one floor?”

“Yes, three bedrooms and five bathrooms.”

Only three bedrooms? You suppose everything being on the one floor means there’s not as much space, but the way the long hallway sweeps down the entire length of the house – disconnecting on either side into other rooms – makes you wonder how that could be. You can see a swimming pool through the glass door at the far end of the hallway, and the hint of a kitchen counter.

“So, this is the foyer.” Keanu’s assistant begins the tour immediately, waving her hand toward a small sitting area to the left. There’s art hanging everywhere, giant abstract paintings that you could probably sit and look at for hours, trying to figure out what’s hidden within them. There are splashes of bright color everywhere, not only in the art but in the pillows, throws, and rugs. You’re also very aware of the amount of plants peppered around the room, tall and fragile looking.

“Are all the plants real?” you ask, eyeing a particularly bright green fern to the right of you that looks too good to be true.

“Oh, yes, every single one,” she clicks her tongue, “That’ll probably be your main priority; he’s always forgetting to water them. And when he does he just ends up hurting himself. I think it got to be a bit too much for the last housekeeper.”

Well, that’s comforting.

“You’re young, you’ll be fine,” she continues, clearly noticing the worry on your face, “She was hitting her 60s, the watering was strenuous on her back. The gardener took over in her absence, but he already has an entire exterior to keep up. It’s not his job.”

Just like feeding the fish. You wonder what other tasks you’ll be taking off the gardener’s hands.

You walk around a wall to the right and find yourselves in a large living room, art and sculptures and plants scattered around the span of it. There’s a big television and a fireplace, as well as a large sectional couch that looks extremely comfortable, placed in a sunken square of floor that you have to walk down a few steps to get to. For such a large space, the house seems so cozy, and you feel the anxiousness melt away a little bit. Maybe you’ll like it here.

“That table is usually covered in books,” his assistant says, nodding toward the coffee table, “But just keep them there, no matter how messy it might look. He likes having what he’s reading close by.”

“Oh, me too,” you say with a laugh, “I always get so annoyed when my roommates put them back on the shelf.”

Keanu’s assistant snorts, shaking her head, “He’s gonna like you.”

You can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the compliment.

“I don’t really have time to show you everything,” she says, checking her phone quickly and then slipping it back in her purse, “I have a meeting I need to get to. But I’ll just show you where he keeps the cleaning supplies.”

God, assistants are probably the most impatient people you’ve ever encountered. You follow after her as she rushes out of the room and down the wide hallway. You gaze in awe at the long columns, trying to keep up with her but also wanting to get a good look at as much as you can. There are doors on either side, and another hallway to the right that must lead to another area of the house.

“Here’s the kitchen,” his assistant points to the glass door at the back, “There’s the pool.”

The pool is very long, taking up most of the back deck and looking out on what seems to be an incredible view. Your eyes move to the huge kitchen, widening at the beautiful marble countertops and shiny cookware. The fridge is huge, and you wonder if you’ll be allowed to eat his food or if you’ll have to bring your own.

On the opposite side of the kitchen is the dining room – a large table surrounded by multicolored chairs – as well as another sitting area and a bar. You love how bright everything is, the windows shining the morning sun onto every reflecting surface. Whoever designed this house knew what they were doing.

You pass through the kitchen and Keanu’s assistant pulls open a door, leading you into a storage room full of cleaning supplies.

“This is pretty much everything you’ll need, I don’t think you’ll be running out of anything anytime soon,” she looks at you with a reassuring half smile, “I know it looks like a lot but he’s not a very messy person, trust me. I wouldn’t worry too much. Everything probably only needs to be done once a week, except for the plants.”

You nod, “And are there plants in every room?”

“Oh, yes, they’re everywhere,” she gestures for you to follow her out of the room, leading you out of the kitchen and toward a pair of large double doors off the hallway, “Come on, I’ll show you the fish.”

You’re suddenly outside, in a small enclosed garden-like area with a large pond and another sitting area. You inch over to the water, peering down and feeling yourself genuinely smile for the first time all day.

“They’re beautiful.” you say quietly, looking down at the koi fish swimming gracefully back and forth underneath the surface. Their scales reflect against the sun and the water almost looks like it’s sparkling, rippling with their bodies. Without realizing you’re even doing it, you’re suddenly crouching on the edge of the water and dipping your fingers in to feel the fish brush against your skin, “What are their names?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t think they have names.”

You look up at his assistant, raising an eyebrow, “He didn’t name them?”

She shrugs, “Not as far as I know.”

Gazing back at the fish, you feel your face scrunch in confusion. Who the hell doesn’t name their fish? You can already think of at least ten names at the top of your head as you straighten back up and put your hands on your hips.

“So how often do they eat?”

“Four times a day,” she replies, gesturing toward a crate near the door, “All their food and treats are in there.”

Four times a day? You certainly hadn’t been expecting that. You know that when Keanu comes back it won’t be your responsibility anymore, but that’s not for another month. Does his assistant really expect you to drive here four times a day for a month? You want to ask, but a part of you is slightly worried that doing so might cost you the job, so you keep your mouth shut.

“Well, that’s all I really have time for,” Keanu’s assistant backs up from the pond and opens the doors again, waving you through, “I’ll give you the keys and you get can get acquainted with the rest of the house on your own.”

To be honest, you actually prefer it that way; it’ll be nice to look around without a watchful eye. You go back to the front door and she digs a ring of keys out of her purse, explaining each ones function and then pulling out a piece of paper with the same instructions.

“Oh, and here’s the list of duties,” she hands you the clipboard she’s been carrying this whole time, “He wrote that himself so hopefully there isn’t any confusion. But if you have any questions just give me a call,” she points to the bottom of the first page, “All the security info is right there, pretty straightforward.”

You have to admit, she could do a much better job at inducting you into this job, but she’s clearly in a rush and you’re sure you can figure everything out on your own. With a final, “Good luck!” as she heads outside, the door shuts behind her and you’re left standing in the very large house all by yourself.

“Okay,” you say to nobody, taking a deep breath, “Where do I even start?”

 -----

The house is gorgeous. You stay a few moments in every single room, taking in everything and letting reality slowly dawn on you. This certainly is going to be a lovely environment to work in; everything is so bright, so colorful, so unique. You can see personal touches in everything, and you know there are stories behind almost every object in the house.

Your favorite rooms by far are the kitchen, the library, the music room, the outside pond area – although you’re not sure if that would really be considered a room but you love those koi fish – and surprisingly, Keanu’s office. Despite being terribly unorganized and painfully messy, you love all the movie memorabilia he has from past roles, and the shelf of awards had drawn your attention for probably a little too long. You’d stared at them for much longer than necessary, resisting the urge to reach out and touch them.

Obviously those aren’t the only rooms in the house, as you find yourself in guest bedrooms, some beautiful bathrooms, an above ground wine cellar, a gym, and more. The only room that makes you slightly nervous is his bedroom; it feels strange to go in there when he’s not home, like you’re invading his privacy even though you’re literally being paid to be there. You stand outside the door for a few minutes, deliberating, before finally turning the knob and going inside.

Surprisingly, it’s not really anything special. You can tell he doesn’t spend much time in there other than to sleep. The bed looks incredibly comfortable though, covered in black and white bedding and some cozy looking pillows. You see the entrances to an en suite bathroom and what’s most likely a walk-in closet, but you already feel as if you’ve overstayed your welcome, so you leave after only about a minute of looking.

After a quick walk-around in the garage – where you find more expensive cars you don’t know the names of as well as a few motorcycles – you head back to the living room and walk down the few steps to settle on the couch, pulling out the list of duties Keanu’s assistant had given you. She’d said he’d written it himself, and you can tell. It’s the kind of handwriting only an actor would have, smooth and wide and sort of indecipherable; you have to squint to understand what it says:

Plants

Fish

Floors

Dust

Windows

Bathrooms

Well, he certainly gets right to the point. You spot a few codes at the bottom for security and alarms and then you turn the page over. To your surprise, you see a few short paragraphs of words:

Hi there,

Not exactly sure who you are yet because no one’s been hired as I’m writing this but I thought I should just say a quick thank you and welcome you to my home. Sorry I’m unable to do this in person but by the time you read this I’ll be out of the country for work.

My main priorities are the fish and plants – don’t worry too much about everything else. The floors only need to be cleaned once a month except for the kitchen and bathrooms. I wouldn’t worry too much about the windows either. It’d be great if you could dust maybe once a week.

The plants all have different needs and you can find everything about them on a list I’ll have my assistant give you. Sorry for how many there are. I think my last housekeeper wanted to murder me for having so many.

The fish are easy. Feed them in five minute intervals three or four times a day and you’re golden. Don’t worry about putting your fingers too close to the water, they’re harmless.

I think that’s about it. No room is off limits and you’re welcome to whatever food I have, although there probably won’t be much there until I’m back. I know this is a job but I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. Thanks for taking it on.

Cheers,

Keanu Reeves

The note is certainly the final nail in the coffin of reality. You stare at his name for a little too long, Becca’s voice suddenly echoing in your mind – He’s like…a big deal. It’s finally settling in that you’re really here, holding a handwritten note from a successful actor, and not only that, but it’s addressed to you. Well, he doesn’t exactly know who are yet, but still. It’s a lot to take in. This job, this house, this letter, you really hadn’t been expecting any of it when you moved here six months ago.

And suddenly, you can’t wait to start.

#keanu reeves x reader #keanu x reader #keanu reeves imagine #god im SO nervous fdsjihfsd #i know this isn't everyone's cup of tea and thats ok!!! #for those who do like keanu/reader i hope you enjoy this and i'm really excited to write it #mine #ilyltsco

[vickypoochoices]

Christmas Countdown Part 2.

[Masterlist.]

Days 1-5.

Day 6.

The day seemed to drag, and as soon as she returned home after a long day of classes, she curled up into a ball on the sofa. She sighed loudly, flicking aimlessly through the channels on the TV, feeling well and truly sorry for herself. She could say it was because she'd had a hard day, but apart from being long as hell and just as boring, nothing out of the ordinary had really happened. Maybe it was the weather? Miserable looking and bitterly cold. Deep down, she knew though. It had been almost twenty four hours since she sprawled out on this very sofa, grinning from ear to ear as she enjoyed her favourite Christmas film, thanks to her secret admirer. Today there was nothing. She knew there was no real pattern, but today she was impatient.

"Wow, you look how I feel."

Having been wrapped up in her thoughts, she jumped out of her skin as Chris slumped on the sofa next to her.

"What's eating you Powell?"

"My great auntie just passed away."

She found herself sitting up, back painfully straight, as she heard his words.

"God, I'm sorry Chris. Here I am moping around like a love sick teenager, and you're trying to deal with this." She pressed her hand lightly into his, giving him a quick squeeze.

"It's okay. I can't say we were super close. But it's still sad. I'm off first thing in the morning, see if I can help out the family in any way. Guess you and Kaitlyn will be having a girls night in then."

"I think Zack would have something to say about that.'

Chris frowned at her response.

"Didn't you see the note on the fridge? Zack's off on a date tonight. The note says don't wait up for the next few nights at least. Wonder who this guy is, must be kind of serious if he's taking a toothbrush round. I figured you would have seen the note seeing as it was practically on top of your little love note."

She scrambled upwards, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste to reach the fridge.

"Chris. Zack's note is on top of mine. Did you put it there?"

"Huh. I must have done. They were both there earlier, I must have accidentally covered your's without thinking. My bad." Giving her an apologetic smile, he slowly raised to his feet.

"I'm gonna go pack some things and get some rest. I'll see you in a few days."

After they exchanged a brief goodbye cuddle, she rounded on the fridge, fingers reaching out to grasp the note eagerly.

Day Six - To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world x.

Clutching the note tightly to her chest, she pottered back to the sofa, spending the next hour reading the same words over and over, smile growing broader with every passing minute.

Day 7.

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up."

She blinked repetitively as a familiar voice shook her from her sleep.

"Kaitlyn, what time is it?"

"Way too early. Sorry babe. Look I hate to have to do this to you when everyone else is away, but there's this awesome gig we've just been offered. Last minute thing, another band pulled out and we've been asked to fill the slot. It's kind of a big deal, but we have to leave now. I swear I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I just didn't want you waking up alone and having to find out by text."

She nodded her head in response, barely able to keep up so early in the morning.

Kaitlyn pushed her gently back on the bed, tucking the covers in tightly around her.

"You go back to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

***

She found herself curled up under a blanket, in the usual spot on the sofa that evening, feeling a little lost. This place seemed huge when she was all alone. She reached for her phone, hoping a little social media stalking would make her feel less lonely, when she realised she'd missed a text from an unknown number.

Day Seven - You've got five questions. Whatever you ask, I have to answer honestly. Choose wisely! x.

Now this was interesting! But also a little crazy. He must have known the obvious question would be about his identity. She had five questions, no chance was she wasting them. She could do with a little fun tonight.

Why are you doing this?

I wanted to buy you a nice gift, I looked in every shop you can think of. Then I realised that you deserve so much more than a piece of jewelry, or a new handbag. I want you to know just how much you mean to me, and this is the only way I can think how.

Big spoon or little spoon?

Ladies choice! As long as it's you in that bed with me I'll be happy.

What do you wear to bed?

I can't sleep unless I'm completely naked.

Can I text you anytime?

Yes.

And you'll reply?

We'll see about that. For now, you've had the five questions I promised you. Day eight is just around the corner x.

Damn it! She had the perfect opportunity to find out who was behind all this, and she'd thrown it away! Now she wasn't so sure she'd get another chance.

Day 8.

See you in ten mins, hope you know we're ordering food in, I'm in the mood for some serious junk food right now xxx

She smiled as she read the text from Kaitlyn. She was beyond excited for her return. She'd been delayed in traffic on the drive back so it had been yet another dull day with nobody around for company. She'd ventured out to the coffee shop and found Zig drowning in a sea of impatient looking customers that she wasn't brave enough to battle through, so she'd just come home and moped some more.

Suddenly the front door burst open and she found herself being knocked backwards on to the sofa, a small frame awkwardly tackling her side on with surprising force.

"Did ya miss me?" Kaitlyn grinned, chin propped on her shoulder.

"I was, but I'm starting to question why now you've just crushed me half to death."

"Pfftt, you're going soft in your old age!"

"Hey!" She giggled, shoving Kaitlyn playfully.

A swift knock at the door had them both heading towards it, curious as to who it could be.

"You could have waited to order food, how do you know what I want?" She frowned at Kaitlyn.

"I didn't order yet I swear."

Kaitlyn pulled the door back, and they both let out similar forms of confused little mews. On the doorstep was a large tub of ice cream, post it note neatly in place on the lid.

"Looks like I got back at the perfect time! Here, you have this, I'm calling dibs on the first scoop." Kaitlyn pinned the post it note sloppily on her chest as she bounded off in search of a spoon.

Day Eight - On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me eight maids a-milking x.

"Cool. That super old English Christmas rhyme! So I'm guessing he's gone for the cheaper option and cut out the middle maids here. And come to the assumption that a pint of ice cream would go down better than a pint of milk. And he'd be absolutely right of course! Free ice cream always tastes sooo much better than regular ice cream, am I right, or am I right?"

"That free ice cream, I think you'll find, is all for me!"

Day 9.

"I, for one, can not wait to eat everything in sight once we get to Abbie and Tyler's."

"Alright Zack, just because you haven't seen the light of day recently, no need to rub it in."

"Sounds like someone is regretting their choice of questions now. Honestly, how could you mess up like that? If you played your cards right you could have been at it like rabbits too."

She winced, both at his tone and words. Knowing he was probably right was frustrating to admit.

"All right you two, can we promise no more talk of this until after dinner? It's been a while since we all got together like this, and i could do with a nice happy evening now I'm back." Chris piped up from the back seat of her car.

"Fine." They both replied in unison.

***

An hour later they were mostly all sat down waiting to eat when the doorbell rang.

"Here he is."

"At last."

Zig winked, raking a hand through his hair as he entered the doorway.

"Sorry guys. Work was hectic today. This meal is the only thing that kept me going all day!"

"I know the feeling." Zack muttered sarcastically, prompting her to give him a kick under the table.

"I saved you a space over here Zig." She patted the vacant seat next to her, smiling as he slid in next to her, arm draping loosely across the back of her chair.

"What she means is no one else wanted to sit next to her, so you've drawn the short straw tonight my friend." Zack chuckled at his own joke.

She kicked him again, a little harder this time, but instantly regretted it as Zig grunted instead of Zack.

"Crap. Zig I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand dismissively. Jigging his feet a few times to try and ease the pain.

They fell into a comfortable silence as they all tucked in to the food. Half way through she realised someone was playing footsie with her underneath the table. After the third time, she retaliated. Their feet did a little dance together, and then she rubbed her calf suggestively against the offenders. She glanced around the room coyly, hoping to catch a glimpse of surprise on someone's face, but everyone was busy eating and chatting away, no out of the ordinary facial expressions at all. She realised at some point she must have been smiling like a fool, as her face dropped and her jaw suddenly ached. Her heart raced as she contemplated her actions. Did this mean one of her friends was her mystery lover? And had she really just attempted to flirt with one of them? What the hell was she doing? She was way too caught up in all of this.

Hours later, tummies full to the brim, they all bid farewell to Abbie and Tyler and hobbled out to the cars. Waving to James, and then Zig, as they drove off in their separate cars, she stilled as she spotted something poking out underneath one of her windscreen wipers, flapping lightly in the breeze. Her fingers worked quickly, finding yet another post it note as she freed it from the wipers grip.

Day Nine - A smile is a curve that sets everything straight x.

And just like that, the familiar ache she'd felt earlier on at dinner returned, as she beamed down at the latest note.

Day 10.

She smiled absentmindedly as she took her time strolling through the mall, people surrounding her frantically rushing for no real reason.

She'd decided to make a start on her Christmas shopping before things got too chaotic in the lead up to the big day. So far she'd picked up a scarf for her Mum and some novelty socks for her Dad that she knew were corny as hell and exactly the kind of thing he'd love.

Lacking inspiration, she decided to take a look around a book store. Maybe she'd find something in there for a gift? But she was more interested in finding something for herself. A book she could lose herself in, whilst she was holed up at home for the holidays. She'd already delayed her return home, pushing it back as far as possible before the big day. Nothing felt more like home to her now than right where she was, with her friends, they were the people she relied on more than anything.

As she perused the various different sections, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Whirling around, she came face to face with an employee, a book clutched tightly in her hand.

"Sorry to interrupt you. I'd just like to pass this on to you, I was told you'd be expecting it."

Handing the copy over, she returned to the front of the store at a startlingly quick pace.

Her eyes twinkled as she read the back cover. A book she'd read countless times, but one that always cheered her up and had her in stitches. Bridget Jones's Diary. A splash of pink poked out the top, grabbing her attention. As she had suspected, she found a pink heart shaped post it note as she thumbed through.

Day Ten - Thought you could do with something to keep you company when you go back home. I hope this book brings you comfort when I can't x.

Days 11-15.

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[llamasarecoolerthanyou]

Like I’m gonna lose you – Andreas Wellinger & Stephan Leyhe

Here we go with my third one-shot. 😊 Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate all the likes, reblogs and nice words. You guys are the best! ❤️

Like I’m gonna lose you – Andreas Wellinger & Stephan Leyhe

Stephan was confused. His boyfriend has been acting weird since they arrived in Norway. It started innocently enough with Andi showing up with a bouquet of red roses at the airport.

Admittedly, the other guys kept looking at them funny but it was a nice gesture and the brunette chose to see it as another one of Andreas's strange ideas. Besides their teammates knew about their relationship, so as long as the Bavarian refrained from similar displays of affection in front of the other teams, he was going to ignore it. When it came to Andi, sometimes not knowing was better.

Unfortunately, that was only the beginning. Soon he couldn’t deny it any longer, something was definitely off.

After giving him the flowers, Andreas didn't leave his side for a second during their flight.

First, he decided to carry his bag for him, even though the brunette was more than capable of doing it himself. Still, Stephan stayed silent as they boarded the plane and later on as the blonde kept asking him every ten minutes if he was comfortable or needed anything.

He didn't say anything when the younger man started calling him “baby” and “darling”. Never having been one for direct confrontation, he decided that some time apart would do them good and told his boyfriend that he was going to go play cards with Richi and Markus.

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised when five minutes later they were joined by the very person he was trying to avoid. And when Wellinger just sat down on his lap and kissed him as if it was completely normal for them to show affection in the middle of a crowded plane, his patience ran out.

“OK, what is going on with you today?” he asked, pushing him off his lap.

Andi looked at him surprised, “Nothing, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, you’re not acting normal. Since when do you buy me flowers or carry my bags? And you won’t leave me alone for a second!” Stephan yelled and instantly regretted his words as he saw his boyfriend’s hurt expression.  

“Well, excuse me for trying to do something nice,” said the blonde and walked away before Leyhe could say anything else.

After their fight, he had expected Andi’s usual sulking but surprisingly, as soon as they arrived he started acting as if nothing had happened. And it looked like their argument didn’t temper his enthusiasm.

In the following days, Stephan received two more bouquets, a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. He blamed it on the fact that Valentine’s Day was coming up which meant that every shop in the area was filled with cheesy gifts.  

Stephan loved the younger man but even he wouldn't say that Andi was particularly thoughtful. Of course, he could always count on him but when it came to the more mundane stuff like, for example picking up milk, he was often too absent-minded to remember. Well, it seemed like that was no longer the case.

Now there was a fresh coffee, prepared exactly as he liked it, waiting for him as he woke up, when before he had to practically force his boyfriend to get up in the morning. During meals, Andi would grab the food for the both of them and carry it over to their table before he had a chance to do anything.

Not to mention his continued refusal to be apart from the older man, especially when Stephan was around other jumpers. Whenever he tried to talk with Daniel after his jumps, as he usually did, Andreas would show up urgently needing his help with something. He even skipped playing video games with Markus.

Stephan was laying on his bed, reading and enjoying a moment of peace. As much as he adored his boyfriend, he was getting really tired of his behavior. Still, he hasn’t mentioned it since their fight on the plane, not wanting to argue again. He had hoped the blonde would get bored and everything would go back to normal.

No such luck but he was going to relax now and worry later. Andreas was with Eisenbichler, they’ve been meeting weekly to play since their friend bought a new console. At least he was supposed to be as in that moment the door opened and Andi walked in.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” he said, talking off his shoes and throwing himself on the bed next to the brunette.

It’s not like you gave me a chance to, he thought but instead said, “I thought you’d be at Markus’s.”

“I told him I couldn’t tonight. I thought we could do something together,” he answered and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend’s neck.

“That’s nice but you know I don’t mind…” Stephan tried to gather his thoughts but couldn’t hold back the groan as Andi bit down gently.

He considered stopping him and asking more questions but then the younger man moved to connect their lips and he decided it could wait.    

Tomorrow, the Raw Air tournament was ending and they were going home. Once he had finished packing his bags, Stephan sat in their room and waited for the blonde to return from the press conference. After his talk with Karl earlier that day, he was determined to get an explanation from his boyfriend.

Having already made his last jump for today, he was watching the rest of the competition with Geiger. As he wasn’t sure what to think about Andi’s strange behavior the past few days, he asked his teammate for advice.

“I’m not sure I can help you. You know what a disaster my last relationship was.”

“Come on, you must have noticed something’s off,” said Leyhe, hoping he wasn’t the only one who was seeing it.

“I think everyone has noticed. Richi still maintains that Wellinger must have lost a bet,” replied Karl. “Seriously though, my cousin’s husband was acting kind of similarly and later she found out he was having an affair.”

Seeing his friend’s dazed expression at his words, he quickly added, “But I’m sure it’s something else.”

Stephan just nodded, feeling bewildered.

Obviously, he didn’t believe Andi would actually cheat on him but there had to be a reason for his sudden change. And it seemed like he was going to find out shortly as a second later his boyfriend entered the room.

Not giving himself a chance to chicken out, he spoke as soon as the door closed behind the blonde, “We need to talk. It really can’t go on like this.”

He was prepared for Andi to get angry again or deny everything but he just looked dejected.

“I can try harder, I promise. We don’t have to break up…” he started to say, making Stephan even more confused.

“What? Why are we talking about breaking up?” he asked, frowning.

“So, you’re not going to leave me…” Andi said hopefully.

“Of course not,” he assured him and pulled his boyfriend closer, wrapping his arms around him. “I love you. You’re never getting rid of me.”

The blonde returned the hug and whispered, “I love you too. I’m sorry.”  

“I’m not mad, just confused,” he replied and slowly drew back, keeping one arm around the younger man. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? Why would you even think that?”

Andi blushed but replied after a moment, “Well, I talked with Markus…”

Andreas could see that something was wrong with his friend who has been walking around angry since arriving at the gym, snapping at everyone for no reason. It looked like no one else was going to do anything about it, so it was left up to him to manage the situation before somebody got hurt.

Walking over to the older man, he asked, “What’s up with you today? I thought Karl was going to cry after you yelled at him for walking into you.”

“He should’ve watched where he was going. Besides, shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend? I thought you two were inseparable.”

“I made an exception, just for you,” joked the blonde. “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

“Lena broke up with me. Apparently, I’m an awful boyfriend and didn’t spend enough time with her. Also, went out too much with my friends and never got her anything nice,” said Markus angrily.

“I’m sorry but you’re better off without her. I’ve always thought she was crazy.” He tried to comfort his friend who truly didn’t have much luck with women. It was his third failed relationship this year. “Stephan and I are going to this new club tonight, you should come with us. Maybe you’ll meet someone.”

“Thanks but I’ve had it with relationships. It’s always great at the beginning and then someone leaves when they get bored. You should enjoy it before it’s over.”

“… and then I thought that we haven’t been together that long and what if Markus is right? After all, he has a lot more experience than I do. Then, I started imagining my life without you and it was terrible, I couldn’t let that happen. I decided to become the perfect boyfriend, so you’ll never have a reason to leave.” Andi finished his story feeling embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I should’ve known that you wouldn’t break up with me because I didn’t buy you enough presents.”   

Stephan couldn’t hold back a grin, his boyfriend really was too cute for his own good. Not wanting the blonde to think he was laughing at him, he quickly said, “You should have but I love that you would try so hard to make me happy.”

He gave him a short kiss and continued, “You may not be perfect but you’re perfect for me. I don’t want you to change. The gifts were lovely and the coffee was nice but I much prefer our usual morning cuddles. And I don’t think it’s possible for me to get bored with you.”

He was happy to finally see a smile lit up Andi’s face as he replied, “So, I probably shouldn’t have got you that puppy…”

“What? You know we can’t keep a dog in a hotel!” He started freaking out and thinking what they were going to do with a puppy when he heard his boyfriend’s laugh.

“Relax, I’m joking,” said Andi with a grin. “But you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

The blonde leaned down but Stephan turned his head so the kiss landed on his cheek.

“No, go away. I hate you,” he said trying to sound angry but his smile gave him away.

“You love me.”

“I do,” he admitted and kissed his boyfriend.  

Question: Would you guys read a multi-chaptered story or do you prefer one-shots?

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[vintagehellfire]

Space Face

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader

Prompt #34: You’re under arrest for being too attractive and ruining my life

Word Count: 3381

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

A/n: Finally got around to finishing this. Hope it’s what you wanted. I know it took a weird turn and I’m sorry but it’s fluffy as fuck!! Let me knw what you think.

You sat across from your classmate, your new friend, and furiously jotted down points that you both needed to study. You split the workload between the two of you and started to get cracking at it but there was one minor issue. Your “study-buddy” was Kylo Ren. Kylo, who was certainly one of the most attractive men that you’ve had the chance to lay your eyes on, was the one person that you really did not want to be stuck studying with. Unfortunately, with a pleading look from his caramel eyes, and a slight pout from his full, lush pink lips, you were a goner. Occasionally you’d glace up at the man noticing how his ebony locks curled in front of his face. You noted that he had a habit of chewing on the right side of his bottom lip when he was deeply focused on his writing, otherwise he was in a seemingly normal state of concentration. The occasional exchange of information was made about the subject of study but other than that you remained quiet. There was always a tension present but you could never tell what it was.

“Do you know this one?” The deep and rumbling voice broke you from your thoughts and made you look up, catching the caramel eyes the man possessed with your own. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat but you shook the feeling off.

“Uh- which?” You asked just as Kylo pulled his booklet from beside his laptop and pointed to the small photograph that resided beside the five blank lines that were left for the two of you to fill out. Immediately you recognised the painting he was referring to. It was a painting by Zdzisław Beksiński, a polish painter and sculptor who melded together Baroque and Gothic art into surrealist paintings. Often they represented his nightmares and he’d wake from them only to begin painting them. He often called it photographing dreams.

“Oh, it’s untitled. Most of Beksiński’s works are. In that case, we have to describe the painting more so.” You offered a small smile with your explanation but Kylo seemed to urge you on a bit more. “It’s an oil painting based on the nightmares Beksiński had. He’d wake up and paint them in a surrealist manner- I guess because nightmares are surrealistic.” Kylo nodded and swiftly turned the paper towards himself in order to jot down what you were saying.

“Anything else I need to know?” He hummed the question out, smooth as honey, the slight rumble of his vocal cords made you melt.

“He’s Polish and lived from 1929 to 2005 and he got stabbed to death,” at this, Kylo’s head snapped up at you and his eyes widened, “his caretakers son stabbed him seventeen times, not the point- we don’t really know when the painting was painted, or the name. We just know the artist in question and his medium. I’ve tried finding the name of the painting but there wasn’t really any avail.” You sighed. “People said he painted the nightmares of hell. Don’t know if that helps any.” You ran a hand through your hair and let your shoulders relax.

“Yeah, yeah, helps quite a bit. But how do you know so much about him?” Kylo asked you, propping his elbows up on the little café table that the two of you had been seated at.

“I stumbled upon one of his paintings years ago and I couldn’t really pinpoint the artist. I’d been trying to find him for years, then one day his painting of the skeletal horse and the girl from hell popped up on my feed and I bookmarked it because I was intrigued. I started to learn more and more about the guy but I could never find concrete dates for his paintings. Sad isn’t it?” You earned a hum from the man before you. Not too long after the conversation, the two of you went back to work. If neither studied, the art history exam was going to kill you both. There was one hundred and forty definitions to know, as well as forty paintings to study, only have ten of those paintings to analyse on your final.

               About an hour later you felt your eyes start drooping and your back began to hurt, even so, you could not focus on your work and it was Kylo’s fault. He stole glances at you as your eyebrows furrowed, and he’d offer a ghost of a smile when he noticed that you were scribbling away at your page. When you asked him for help on definitions and history terms his eyes would glimmer and his warm voice would guide you through the information you needed to know.

“Hey, uh- did you want any coffee or anything?” You broke the silence and began to stand up.

“Oh uh- sure yeah. How about I get us some food and you get the fuel?” He smiled, lopsided and heart-warming, it was a smile that was etched into your brain from the second you laid eyes on him, and here he was, giving it to you. Stupid fucking attractive man.

“I- N-no, it’s okay, I can cover it.” You assured and went to grab your wallet off the table but before you could pick it up, a large warm hand was placed over yours. Your heart jumped and your eyes were met with the soft gaze of the raven-haired study buddy of yours.

“It’s okay. I’ll get the food if you’re getting drinks, even if you’re not getting drinks, I’ll still get us food, okay? Don’t worry about it.” His heart picked up the longer he kept his hand placed over yours. He hadn’t thought it through very well. Hell, he hadn’t expected that you’d ever agree to a study da- session. It wasn’t a date until you agreed it would be- which you hadn’t but even so, the idea of spending time with you made his heart flutter and his brain come up with scenarios about how this thing between the two of you could go.

               Kylo’s offer made you swallow hard. As you mulled it over, you unconsciously licked your lips and shifted from foot to foot, eager to just get you both some coffee but of course he’d buy food. Did he even know what you wanted or liked? Would he bother asking you? When you peeled your eyes away from his you sighed, trying to pull your hand back.

“Okay, okay. Fine. You get the food and I’ll buy us coffee. How do you like yours?” You asked him. As you did, he took his hand away from yours and returned it to his side, fumbling for what you assumed was his own wallet.

“Just black will do. Not really a fan of sugar or milk in mine. If they have soy milk ask them to leave some room but if they don’t then it’s fine. What about you? What do you want? I can grab a menu and bring it over so we can decide on what you want and,” a smile started to form on your face and you had to look to your feet so that you didn’t reveal the tint that was spreading across your face. You could feel it burning.

“Kylo, it’s okay. Thank you. You don’t need to go through so much effort, honest. I guess just bring the menu over and I’ll point you to what I like.” You offered a smile that reflected in your eyes, and that crinkled them in the corners. It was a smile that had entranced Kylo when he had first seen it and now it makes his heart summersault and beat in all kinds of ways that it shouldn’t. “I’ll go get you that coffee.” The last few words came out as a whisper. You didn’t know what came over you or why you were so shy all of a sudden. Was it the fact that this is the first normal conversation that you’ve had with Kylo or was it the fact that he wasn’t quite what you expected? He was boyish but had a charm that proved he was older than he lead on. No, he wasn’t much older than you, maybe a year or two, but he seemed old. There was a look in his eyes that told such a tale but he’d always try to hide it.

               You made your way to the counter and looked over the chalkboard menu that the café had put up. The feel of it was old, and you were sure that the building that housed the café was fairly old in itself. The far wall was brick and adorned a few picture frames. Two were an off-white with framed posters from the 40’s and 50’s and the third was a mirror against which burgundy vinyl booths were located. The floors were creaky old wooden floors that hadn’t been replaced in many years and the counter where you ordered has clearly been there for much longer than it should have been. The light fixtures where brass chandeliers which you were deeply infatuated with and desired the same fixtures for your apartment.

“Hi, I wanted to order two coffees. For here. Both black, unless you have soy milk.” You tried ordering confidently but truthfully, you were riddled with anxiety. The usual server wasn’t around and the sense of discomfort took over you. You were never good at talking to others, much less those you weren’t comfortable with.

“We do have soy milk. Did you want me to leave room in both of the coffees?” You were posed with the question. Did you want soy milk as well? Did you want to keep your coffee black just like you were used to? Without rational thinking you replied.

“Yeah, sure.” You cringed at your uncertainty but nonetheless paid for your coffees and waited as they brewed. You didn’t want to stop the barista and tell them that you changed your mind. Then they’d have to go back and fix your order and you didn’t want to inconvenience anybody. And who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy Kylo’s preference.

               The order was done relatively quickly, and you even got a small pitcher of warm soy milk so the two of you could pour it yourselves and not have it curdle, it typically didn’t but you didn’t want to take any chances or risks. Just as you were about to make your way over, you heard that sweet voice.

“Here, I’ve got it,” out of your peripheral your friend's hand gently took your coffee and left you with the pitcher and his coffee. He didn’t want to swoop in and carry most of it, he knew that that behaviour unnerved you to no end. Your heart warmed up to this and you allowed him to take your coffee to the table. Truthfully you feared that you’d spill something seeing as you were notorious for being clumsy. The two of you walked back to the table, Kylo occasionally throwing glances over his shoulder at you. There was a pang of warmth in your heart at such a small action. As you set the coffee down carefully and the pitcher of warm milk you smiled, scooting into your seat. “Oh, you’re trying soy I see.” Kylo grinned, amusement evident in his tone.

“It’s mostly for you.” You assured but he shook his head. The idea of how that may have sounded crashed into your chest but you tried to ignore it.

“We’ll split it. Speaking of which, what do you want to eat? They have a killer cashew brie and a really good moxerella.” He was giving you recommendations. Why was he giving you recommendations? It didn’t make sense. “Oh, also, they have this really fantastic,”

“Grilled cheeseburger?” You questioned, cutting him off. The look of surprise took over his face and he couldn’t help but smile, his eyes shining as he stared at you.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” He asked and pushed closer to the edge of his chair. Truthfully, their veggie grilled faux-cheese burger was your favourite thing. It was made on fresh rye bread with a lentil and chickpea patty. The cheese they made was some delicious raw cashew cheese that they made sliceable and so it melted. It was also filled with avocado slices, red pepper, and kale. To be frank, it was the most delicious thing you’d ever had from the little café but you weren’t complaining.

“I have it often. It’s my go-to when I’m here.” Suddenly you felt bold and the question spilled from your lips before you had the chance to stop yourself. “Do you want to split one?”

               The two of you drank coffee and ate the grilled cheeseburger you had decided upon all while making conversation. Talking to Kylo was always odd as he was a new friend but tonight the conversation flowed smoothly. You talked as if you’d known each other for years and a small amount of flirting was thrown into the mix. By the time you had got around to studying, you couldn’t focus. It was almost an impossible task. Your mind was riddled with thoughts of his laugh, the beauty marks that were scattered across his face, the rumble of his voice, the attention his eyes gave you when you spoke, just about everything you could think of, you did, and it bothered you. You needed Kylo’s stupid grin out of your head.

“(Y/n)? Hey uh,” your head shot up and you unintentionally gave him a glare but that soon faded as you saw him run a hand through his hair, “did you want to take a small break, I really can’t focus. I’ve been trying but my mind wanders. Sorry if you were in the zone.” A small laugh came from the back of your throat and you closed your books, shaking your head.

“I can’t focus any more than you can.” A smile played on Kylo’s lips and he motioned for you to come sit next to him. You hesitated but made your way over to his side of the red vinyl booth and carefully slide next to him. He edged closer until you were hip to hip and he turned his head to look at you.

“Hey.” He whispered, a dreamy look overtaking him. He looked beautiful and you couldn’t deny it.

“Hey.” You retorted and started to fidget with your hands, picking at your fingers, peeling the skin- or at least trying to. It was a very bad nervous tick you had, and the man before you certainly didn’t help. You loved spending time with him but it terrified you. Your heart had fallen for the man- the unruly man who wore leather jackets, bleached t-shirts, and tight-fitting black jeans. The man who the first time you got together to study took you to the record store after because he needed to show you a record. It wasn’t too bad a thing because you were now absolutely in love with the record but nonetheless, it was stressful. This was the man who had the I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about most things but deep down he cared. He was the boy your parents never wanted you to date but you did it as a rebellious romance but this was far different than a stupid fling. It was something that had rooted in your heart and made a comfortable home there, undeniably lacing itself further into these feelings you wishes you could erase.

“What are you thinking about right now?” The question took you off-guard, his voice soft and velvety, reflective of the gaze that he was giving you. He seemed genuinely interested and your heart returned those feelings but you didn’t want to let that on. You shook your head and mumbled something very quiet out, averting your eyes but his voice pulled you back in. “What was that?” His curiosity peeked through.

“Nothing just,” you laughed, trying to make light of your thoughts and take the tension and raw emotion out of the situation, “you have a space face.” You smiled as a blush covered Kylo’s cheeks. It burned a deep red, almost a wine colour but it didn’t quite get there.

“A what?” He asked, shifting in his seat awkwardly.

“Oh- it’s- your beauty marks look like constellations. You can connect them in multiple ways and they’re always intriguing. Plus they lead up to your eyes which,” you stopped yourself, noticing the way your friend was watching you. You swore you heard the mumbled words I could kiss you fall from the plush lips of the raven-haired man before you but you didn’t want to kid yourself.

               A few weeks had passed and you had spent a substantial amount of time more with Kylo than anyone else. Part of that stemming from your friends majoring in health sciences and you in art but that was no matter. Kylo and you both studied hard for your exams, much like your friends, and his alike, would too.

               The two of you situated yourselves upon your living room floor, you had both made some snacks, your choices being a peanut sauce for the copious amounts of vegetables that you had washed and chopped up- especially the cucumber. It was mostly Kylo who helped himself to the food, you disregarded eating while you studied – only on breaks – it made it hard to focus or so you told yourself. But really it was Kylo. He was the distraction. Eventually, you let out a groan of frustration. You slammed your head into your textbook, words not meant to be spoken.

“You should be put under arrest for being too attractive and ruining my life.” Kylo’s head shot up at your complaint, what you really thought was coming through.

“W-what?” He stammered, beet red. In truth, you hadn’t expected to out yourself that way. A sigh slipped past your lips and you rolled onto your back, looking up at the man who sat on the chair beside you.

“You are ruining my life, and I can’t fucking focus because you’re distracting! If you had a broken nose or if your face didn’t draw me in so much maybe, just maybe I could get something done.” You rambled, feigning annoyance but serious undertones lying beneath your words. With a slight hesitation, Kylo dropped to his knees and cupped your face with his hands, fingertips calloused and rough but the palms of his hands soft and warm. Before you could process what was happening, you heard him say one thing to you.

“Let’s take care of that, shall we?” His lips firmly pressed to yours, his face meeting yours while you craned your neck up slightly so that he wasn’t doing all the work. The kiss was hot and heavy- anticipated for much longer than both of you had known, and it was perfect. The right amount of movement, the heavy breathing that had overcome you and Kylo, and the eagerness to kiss one another added to the moment. The feeling of his lips pulled you in, leaving you wanting more and as a result, kissing him with more hunger than you had initially harboured. When he pulled away, your hands shot up into his inky locks and you tugged his face back to yours, lips brushing as a feather-light touch.

“Is this your solution to me being distracted?” You challenged, Kylo’s breath fanning your lips as you spoke.

“It may be.” He mused and attacked your swollen lips with a kiss that would enrage the Gods. It was filled with such love and passion that it even shocked you. All while those things, it was also animalistic and hungry and as a result, he crawled over top of you, hands still holding your face. “You’re my favourite distraction, (y/n). My favourite. You’re my muse, you’re art.” He spoke between kisses, refusing to stop whispering sweet nothings as the two of you rolled around on the floor, intoxicated by one another and the need to keep kissing and touching each other. Let’s just say that all your exam prep was disregarded and the only art you studied that day was the art of one another.

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[keichanz]

Coffee

I literally worked on this all day lol. I started it at work this morning around 8 am (it is now after 11 pm here) after I requested some prompts from you guys because I wanted to write cute inukag to cheer me up and then I got this idea from a prompt blog and I had to write it down. I promise I’ll get to your other prompts over the next few days! Thank you all for sending them to me! ^_^

So this short drabble...oneshot...thing...whatever was inspired by this prompt from @dailyau. I put my own twist to it that I hope you all enjoy!

He found the place by accident.

While he’d never really call himself a tea lover, he tended to avoid places like these all the same because the bitterness of coffee had always been too strong for his sensitive palette, despite the fact that coffee joints usually had a wide selection of teas to choose from. However, most of the time even the smell of such places was enough to send him into a sneezing fit, to which he’d also like to avoid if given the chance.

So when he’d stumbled inside the small Shikon Café in a bid to escape the raging storm outside, Inuyasha would have instantly ducked back out and brave the tempest to find shelter elsewhere had he not caught a brief glimpse of the dark-haired, brown-eyed barista behind the counter.

Instantly he was enraptured, blinded by her brilliant smile, trapped within those caramel-colored orbs, and frozen to the spot as her melodious laugh floated to him on the coffee-scented air. And then he sneezed three times and the dark-eyed beauty he’d been gawking at turned her attention to him and he could feel the flush creep up his neck to color his face a telling shade of scarlet. He watched as those eyes widened, a soft blush stole across her cheeks and a timid but welcoming smile graced her mouth.

Then she bit her lip and ducked her head and Inuyasha’s feet moved of their own accord toward the counter, thinking a nice hot cup of tea wouldn’t be remiss while he waited out the storm. When he reached the counter, he realized two things: one, her name was Kagome according to her nametag and two, of fucking course he had to find the one coffee shop that didn’t offer tea. A subtle hint of vanilla teased his nose and he wasn’t sure if it was her or the coffee shop but either way he found he didn’t mind it.

Annoyed, Inuyasha looked into her eyes, opened his mouth, and calmly rattled off some random drink offered on the menu. Kagome smiled at him as she rang up the cost, his heart skipped a beat, and his body moved on autopilot as he retrieved his wallet and handed over some cash. He frowned slightly in confusion when his barista giggled, plucked a five out of the cash he’d given her, then gave back the remaining forty dollars. Flushing, Inuyasha grumbled and hastily shoved the cash back in his pocket.  Dark eyes danced in amusement and then she was flitting about behind the counter, preparing his drink that he was probably not going to drink.

Trying not to scowl, Inuyasha took a step back as crossed his arms as he partook in his new favorite pastime, which definitely wasn’t staring at the beautiful barista while she concocted his caffeinated monstrosity which from the smell of it included milk, a bit of caramel, and espresso.  He cocked a brow and wondered just what the hell he’d ordered and watched curiously as she poured the contents into a wide coffee mug. Or at least that’s what he assumed she was doing since her back was to him and she was blocking the view.

Several minutes later – why had it taken so long just to pour a cup of coffee? – Kagome turned back with his beverage in hand and curiously she was blushing again – God, she was adorable – as she flicked her eyes up once to his, and then carefully set his java on the counter before him. He kept his amber gaze on her for a few seconds longer, admiring the becoming shade of pink on her cheeks, then glanced down at his coffee, reached to take it…and then abruptly paused.

His eyes widened, his back stiffened, and he was acutely aware of Kagome shifting nervously from foot to foot behind the counter that separated him.  

Staring back at him from the brown liquid of his coffee was, he grudgingly admitted, very well drawn latte art of a dog’s head with two perky ears and a large, doggy grin complete with tongue lolling out of its mouth.

Inuyasha’s jaw clenched and he dropped his hand to his side, fingers balling into a fist as he lifted his gaze and glared coldly at her. Evidently Kagome was not expecting that reaction because she gasped and paled slightly, taking a single step back and allowing a scowl to twist his features, Inuyasha abruptly spun on his heel and stormed out of the shop, ignoring the rain pelting down on him, unware of the regretful brown eyes that watched him leave.

Three days later found Inuyasha stepping into the warmth of Shikon Café once again because no matter how hard he tried he could not get Kagome the beautiful barista out of his head. He thought about her constantly, her brilliant smile, fathomless pools of warm caramel he could get lost in, and dammit but suddenly he found himself buying anything that came vanilla scented. After such a brief encounter, even after she had thrown his half-demon heritage in his face with her latte art, Inuyasha was addicted. He couldn’t stay away any longer; he wanted—needed to see her again. He still didn’t understand why she’d drawn a fucking dog in his coffee, and maybe he never would, but the urge was too great, the craving too strong to ignore.

Face blank, Inuyasha carefully kept his gaze away from the counter as he claimed an open booth by the window and set his thermos of hot tea on the table before fishing out his phone and casually scrolling social media.  Since he was so busy pretending to be absorbed in his phone while he mentally asked himself for the thousandth time what the hell he was doing here, he missed the wide-eyed look full of cautious hope sent his way from a certain dark-haired barista, nor did he notice the whispered conversation between she and another barista while shooting him furtive glances.

Several minutes later, Inuyasha had just about convinced himself that it would probably be a good idea to stop torturing himself like this when the subtle scent of vanilla suddenly got a mite stronger and his grip on his phone tightened as his back stiffened. He could sense her hesitation as she slowly set down a cup of coffee on his table and he stole a quick glance in time to see her scurry away back behind the counter, studiously avoiding his gaze.

Curious despite himself, and hoping he wouldn’t find another dog staring back at him, Inuyasha shifted his gaze to the mug in front of him and once more his golden eyes widened slightly at the sight that greeted him.

It was not a dog.  Kagome had written “Sorry” in elegant cursive with a little white heart right below it.

Stunned, all Inuyasha could do was stare down at the latte art, the sudden lump in his throat making it harder to breathe as all the anger, embarrassment and hurt drained away like it had never been. Something warm bloomed in his chest at the realization that Kagome had been as torn over this as he, had been regretting what she’d done and had obviously wanted to apologize.

Relaxing into his seat, Inuyasha set his phone down, picked up his freshly made cup of coffee, and contentedly nursed the hot beverage over the next fifteen minutes until every last bit was gone.  Kagome didn’t return, he didn’t seek her out, and even though he figured it was on the house, Inuyasha left a five and then left the shop without a word or backward glance.

Five minutes after he left in which Kagome deemed it safe enough to come out of hiding from the kitchen, she moseyed over to his table to collect his dishes and was a little surprised to find cash waiting for her. She thought it would be obvious it was on the house after her foolish mistake, but perhaps the handsome golden-eyed customer was the kind to pay regardless. Heaving a sigh, though a small smile flirted at her lips, Kagome picked up his mug and then blinked down at the folded square of paper hidden beneath the saucer. Frowning, Kagome unfolded what looked like an old receipt and then she positively beamed, her heart fluttering in her chest as she stifled the urge to squeal in delight.

Forgiven.

Inuyasha

-X-

It wasn’t until the sky was a lovely shade of reddish orange that Kagome was finally allowed to leave for the day and with a yawn, she shrugged on her coat as she pushed out the door, calling a weary goodbye to Sango who’d been asked to stay later. Swinging her purse onto her shoulder, she was attempting to psyche herself up for the four block walk home when suddenly she stopped in her tracks and her brown eyes grew large at what she spotted leaning against the building next door.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, a booted foot propped against the building behind him, her silver-haired hunk of a customer locked deep honey eyes onto her and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She stood rooted to the spot as he lazily pushed off the building and strolled toward her, stopping only once he was right before her. Sucking in a sharp breath, Kagome tipped her head back to keep her gaze locked with his, licking her suddenly dry lips.

His amber eyes flashed wickedly and he smirked.  “Kagome.”

Kagome damn near swooned on the spot at the deep rumble of his voice and she released the breath on a shaky exhale. “I-Inuyasha.” Her voice came out more breathy than she’d intended and a soft flush colored her cheeks, however she couldn’t stop the bashful smile from curling her lips upward.

Inuyasha’s smirk broadened just a smidge as he reached up and brushed a tendril of raven silk away from her flushed face. Kagome sighed and leaned into his touch, not once flinching at the deadly claws tipping each finger, and now it was his turn to suck in a sharp breath. Abruptly his hand dropped and he stepped back, but before Kagome could question him, Inuyasha wordlessly offered her his hand, the smirk on his face gone, however he could not disguise the hopeful glint in his amber eyes as he regarded her silently.

Kagome didn’t hesitate in putting her smaller hand within his own and she graced him with a truly brilliant smile when he tugged her closer into side and slung his arm around her shoulders.  He grinned as she leaned into him and he gave her a gentle squeeze.  Kagome emitted a soft sigh in response, content to let him lead her down the vacant sidewalk. To where, she wasn’t sure, and nor did she care as long she was with him.

A couple months later Inuyasha escaped the brisk December air by strolling inside his favorite coffee shop and claiming his usual seat by the window. He was shrugging out of his coat when slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind and the sent of vanilla teased his nose. Inuyasha grinned, tossed his coat onto the bench seat and turned around to swoop his girl into a hey-there-beautiful-how-are-ya kiss, not caring who bore witness.

Kagome hummed and happily returned it, flapping her head toward her coworker who was currently making faux gagging noises. Inuyasha was less kind and flipped her off. They both heard a snort and when they parted a few minutes later Kagome was flushed prettily and Inuyasha’s gaze was heavy lidded.

“Well,” Kagome breathed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hello to you, too.” Inuyasha merely grunted and busied himself by nipping along her jawline as his hands locked at the small of her back, keeping her against him. She smiled. “I have to get back to work,” she reminded him but made no move to escape his embrace.

He grunted again and buried his face in her neck and what Kagome liked to call his “happy rumble” started in his chest, which meant he wasn’t letting her go until he was damned good and ready. Kagome sighed, glanced over at her coworker and shrugged helplessly with an apologetic smile.

Sango cocked a brow and rolled her eyes but she was smiling as she shook her head and took over her friend’s tables, which only consisted of their regular customer Dick and a couple of teenagers chatting over hot chocolate. It was a slow day, so she supposed she didn’t mind letting her friend slack off with her boyfriend…just this once, of course. With a secret smile thrown toward the cozy couple’s way, Sango topped off Dick’s cup of coffee before wandering on over to see if the teens needed anything.

While Inuyasha idly rocked her in his arms and nuzzled her neck, Kagome contented herself with rubbing his ears before breaking the quiet between them. “We updated the menu,” she began and his ear flicked against her fingers. She bit her lip and continued, “Changed some prices, removed a few items and added some new ones based on consumer review and suggestion.” Here Kagome paused and then stated casually, “…We have tea now.”

Inuyasha’s ears shot straight up and she could feel his smirk against her neck. Kagome had to bit her lip to stifle her giggles as he slowly leaned back and idly started playing with a strand of her hair, the smirk gone from his features. “That so,” he murmured and Kagome didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched.

“Mmm,” she affirmed and ran her hands down his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles and telling herself it wasn’t an excuse to feel all those wonderfully hard muscles. The way his golden eyes gleamed down at her suggested he knew better but she ignored it and continued, “We have regular black, an assortment of flavored, Earl Grey, oolong, green, and my personal favorite…” Her eyes flicked to the thermos still sitting innocently on the table beside them. “…Honey citrus mint tea…”

Like she knew he would, Inuyasha’s back straightened and his gaze cut to the menu board situated behind and above the counter. He found what he was looking for immediately and he nodded, his face conveying nothing though had to fight to keep his lips from curving upward. “So you do,” he said and turned his attention back to his girlfriend, taking note of the way her eyes glinted impishly up at him. Cheeky little thing, wasn’t she? Was it possible to fall in love with someone after only a few short months…?

“I’m sure yours is probably cold by now,” she said even though they both knew the thermos was keeping it quite hot. “Shall I make you some?” The smile she graced him with was innocent and he didn’t buy it for a second.

Inuyasha studied her silently for a moment, admiring the way her eyes seemed to catch the light filtering in through the window and trap it, making them bright, glowing, and beautiful. And then he finally allowed the smirk he’d been fighting against to spread across his face, the hint of fang she glimpsed suggesting a playfulness that threatened to turn rather naughty making her breath catch in her throat.

“Thanks for the offer, but…” His voice, a deep rumble that was like a physical caress as it rolled over her skin, through her body, made her shiver as she unconsciously leaned toward him. Heated amber flashed with wicked intent as he growled out, “I’ve found that I’ve developed quite a taste for the many exciting and different varieties of coffee compared to boring, hot flavored water.”

Kagome’s hands fisted in his shirt as her head tipped back, lips parting on a breathy sigh. “Oh yeah?” Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with the beginnings of a hunger Inuyasha was well familiar with.

Eyes at half-mast, heat unfurling in his gut and spreading throughout this body, Inuyasha hauled her closer against him with one arm while his other hand reached up and delved into ebony tresses, releasing them from the ponytail she’d had it in and loving the way it tumbled down around her shoulders and framed. It was official; he was utterly and madly in love with this beautiful woman after only four months, and somehow knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she felt the same way. He saw it in her eyes whenever she looked at him; saw it in her smile when she asked how his day was; in the way she cooed and fussed over every little scrape and bruise he received from his career of working with heavy machinery.

Inuyasha Takahashi was in love with Kagome Higurashi, she loved him back, and everything was perfect.

“Yeah,” Inuyasha finally answered her on a rough growl before promptly leaning own and claiming her mouth in a torrid kiss meant to covey everything he felt, what she meant to him, and when she kissed him back just as fervently, Inuyasha’s last thought right before all thought not centered around Kagome was swept out the window was that the taste of coffee had never been sweeter.

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[jayankles]

Knight in Checkered Flannel (AU)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2503

Summary: Whilst out on a shopping trip, you bump into someone unexpected, someone you didn’t leave on good terms with.

A/N – This is my entry for @luci-in-trenchcoats  Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge using the prompt: Childhood Friends AU. This was also based on a dream that I had a while back so yeah. I may be sorry depending on how you feel.

Pushing along the shopping cart, your eyes skimmed the list of things you needed to buy. Walking up and down the aisles, you tossed in the items that were on there, the stuff that you and your roommate deemed a necessity.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Singlehandedly, you pulled it out and answered the phone.

‘Sup Deels.’ You answered cheerfully as you checked the caller ID.

On the other end of the phone, Delia returned your greeting with her own, 'how long are you gonna be? I need food woman!’

'Delia! I’ve been gone for thirty five minutes. You could always, oh I don’t know, do your own shopping.’

Rolling your eyes, you stuffed the phone between your ear and your shoulder as she argued.

'Hey! I’m very busy if you must know.’

'No. No you are not busy. Getting ready for a sex date with your boyfriend is not busy. That’s just being crazy.’

You laughed as you walked along the next aisle, grabbing the bread and cautiously putting it in the cart.

Looking down at the list, you saw that milk was next on there.

'Y/N, it is not crazy and you know it. It’s just that I need to look hot so Randy can rip it off me.’

Ridiculous. You shouldn’t need to look god if it’s going to come off as soon as walks through the door. She tells you too much.

'You’re wearing your red lacey underwear set again aren’t you?’

With another roll of your eyes, an image of Delia standing in front of her full length mirror - in just her lingerie - clothes, both clean and dirty, scattered across the floor as she looked for the perfect outfit.

'Shut up.’ You caught her when you heard her stutter.

Walking around the corner, you saw a familiar face. It had been at least 15 years.

Dean Winchester.

A kid that was five years older than you. A kid that had turned into a friend ever since your birth. A childhood friend that you used to depend on. A childhood friend that you cared for. A childhood friend that you had come to love even before you knew what love was.

'Y/N? You’ve gone quiet, I expected a grilling. What’s happening?’

You heard the panic in her voice but completely disregarded the urgency for the moment. A panic of your own taking over.

You didn’t know how you felt. On one hand you were happy to see him after all these years but you hated him. The reason he had left leaving a hole in your heart.

He destroyed you and he didn’t even know not did he care.

Grabbing the fabric of your jacket, you pulled the hood over your head and turned away so he wouldn’t see you.

'Delia? Remember when I told you about that guy when I was young. All those years ago. He’s here! Dean’s here!’

Dean. Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester was one of the first people to hold you, other than your mother and father of course. Dean’s mother, Mary, had befriended your mom when they became neighbors a few years before you were born.

Mary was there through your mother’s birth just like your mom was there at the hospital with Mary when little Sammy was born a year before you.

When your mother was over for tea in the Winchester household, whilst she was pregnant, almost five year old Dean would get excited, sometimes squealing when he placed his hand on your mother’s growing, swollen belly and got a kick against it.

When you were born, Dean was deemed your protector, he felt a pull to you as soon as you were born. He’d been the one to make you smile, even when your parents couldn’t, it may have made your father a little jealous but five year old Dean didn’t know what it meant at the time. All he knew was that he wanted to keep that smile on your face because it made him feel good it made him want to be the reason why you were happy and giggling.

Dean had become your best friend, easily. Your parents had speculated that the two of you would become more than friends, they were so excited when you had both asked about each other when you had reached your home, just as you had come back from the others house. The perks of being next door neighbours, as all four of your parents would say.

Whilst John was working as a mechanic at the garage, Mary had been a stay at home mom with her two kids, getting Sam and Dean, and sometimes you when your mom was busy with work, to school.

‘Dean?’ you asked the nine year old, when you were four.

‘Yeah, Y/N/N?’

Dean had been sitting up your table, doing his homework with your mothers help and yours when you wanted to be helpful, not that you were much help though.

Biting at a hangnail, swinging your legs, you nervously asked him. ‘Are we going to be friends forever?’

You pouted, playing with a loose thread on your jeans – even though your mother had told you many times not to.

Dean had put his pen down, stopping his homework, your mom secretly listening in when she heard your quiet little voice, putting a stop to scrubbing the dishes. ‘Of course we are. I’ve got you and Sammy and our parents, I’m all good. Why would you say something like that? You know you can’t get rid of me that easily.’

‘Because Beth said that you’re going to leave me because I’m not a big girl like you’re a big boy.’ With a quivering lip, tears filled your eyes as you uttered your next words, ‘I’m not like big girl like Cassie. Beth said you’re going to go to Cassie and leave me behind. She says you look at her differently to when you look at me. She’s prettier and I’m not.’

Your mother’s heart had filled with dread, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she placed a had over her heart, her baby had been told that her older best friend was going to leave her.

No one could predict the future, the two of you could go your separate ways, but the fact that you were told and thinking about it made her heart break for you.

Dean forgot about completing his homework for now to comfort you, he immediately jumped off his stool and pulled your crying, shaking form into a hug.

‘Y/N/N, it’s okay. I’ll always be here. I live next door, we see each other every day and like I said I’m not going anywhere. Cassie is a friend but you’re my best friend.’

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your face buried in his neck as your body wracked with sobs. Dean calmed you as best as he could by rubbing a hand up and down your tiny back. Your mother had listened to every word that Dean had used to calm you, she vowed that she would talk to your father and let the both of them talk to you about Beth and what she had said.

That moment had brought the two of you together, even closer – if that were possible. Dean hung out with Cassie but he still made time for you, you loved that about him, he would be your guardian, your protector and he would look out for you when you needed him the most.

One night, five years later, Dean and your mom had picked you up and took you home, when you got there Dean house was on fire, surrounded by fire trucks and police cars. Dean’s father was being taken away, hands cuffed behind his back and the police officer reading John his rights.

The only thing that was going through Dean’s mind, other than why his father was being arrested, was where was his mother. He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get out of your mother’s iron grip on him.

‘Mom! Dad! Where are they taking him? Where’s my mom? Where is she?!’ Dean had wriggled and almost hit your mom in the ribs as he tried to get answers as to what was happening to his parents. ‘Let me go!’

Your mom had tried to calmly protest. ‘Dean, sweetie, you shouldn’t.’

‘I don’t care! I want my mom!’ Dean didn’t care that you had tried to comfort him.

He didn’t care that he had pushed your nine year old frame to the floor and pulled Cassie into him, leaving you a crying mess on the floor.

Dean’s father had been charged with the murder of his mother. Death by house fire, plastered on every newspaper. Before your mother and father volunteered to take him in, Cassie’s parents had took him into their arms and took him away. You were devastated. You had lost your best friend to Cassie, just like Beth had predicted all those years ago.

You were brought back to the here and now with a hand on your shoulder.

Tears were streaming down your face as you recalled the events you had lost not only your ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ that you loved and adored like family but your best friend that had been there since your birth, gone after a house fire and going to live with the love of his live at fourteen, Cassie.

‘Excuse me, I know it’s none of my business but are you okay?’ Shit.

It was Dean, but damn he sounded good and it hurt that he had grown up without you and you without him.

‘Deels, I gotta go.’ You didn’t give her time to answer or stop you before you had ended the call and stuffed your phone back into your pocket.

Sniffling, you dried your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, although your red puffy eyes were a dead give away.

‘It’s… yeah, I’m fine. Just a little,’ you shook your head. ‘Nevermind.’

Dean had left his post at the yogurt pots, where you had spotted him first. His shopping basket was nearly filled to the brim with a few goodies like chili lime jerky and the ingredients for burgers.

‘You could use a shopping buddy.’  He declared, of course he didn’t see the inner turmoil you were going through as you tried not to sputter your tears everywhere. He wouldn’t appreciate that.

You told him that it was a kind offer but he didn’t have to comfort you when you were just overreacting. ‘You do have to be nice to me when I’m balling my eyes out. You barely even know me anymore.’ You mumbled the last sentence, not wanting him to know who you are.

‘That’s the time when you need a buddy most, sweetheart. Besides,’ He lifted his basket and waved his own list in the air. ‘I’ve still got a lot on my list and I think I need some help.’

‘That’s a great pick up line, you know that. How often does it work?’ Your eyebrow raised at him and it seemed that he was still able to lift your spirits even after all these years, even if he didn’t know that it was you.

‘Well, if you accept then this would be the first time. I don’t usually see pretty girls crying in the middle of the supermarket. I just want to be your knight in checkered flannel, is all but you can call me Dean.’ He pointed out, making you look down at your shoes.

‘Wow, at least buy me dinner first.’ You choked out a single laugh.

‘I got most of the ingredients, it wouldn’t be a surprise but it’ll do. If you were to say yes to my invitation that is...’ He drawled, and indication that he was waiting for you to tell him your name.

At this, you bit your lip. Should you tell him? He’d know that it was you but he would be pissed and hurt, just as much as you were that night.

You couldn’t let anyone feel that pain, not like you did.

‘Y/N, my name is Y/N, but wouldn’t your girlfriend be angry that you’re inviting another woman to your humble abode.’

Dean gave a laugh, ‘no, she wouldn’t because I don’t have one, unless you’re willing to change that.’ He winked. ‘But I used to have a friend called Y/N, back in the day, used to call her Y/N/N.’

‘Y/N/N’ You both answered at the same time. His voice cheery as he reminisced your times together but yours quite the contrast and you said it with a mellow, quiet tone.

Pivoting on the heel of your foot, you grabbed the milk within the same aisle and tried to move on to the next thing on your list but Dean had grabbed your elbow.

‘How did you know that? You’re- you- what?’ Dean’s hands had hesitantly reached out, scared that you would flinch away from him but when you didn’t, he cupped your face in his larger hands, tracing his thumbs over the apple of your cheeks. ‘You’re my Y/N, aren’t you?’

You nodded, feeling the tears prick at the back of your eyes again. ‘And you’re my Dean.’

Dean was shocked, you could at least tell that much by the way his eyes had bugged out of his head and his jaw has clenched before it slightly dropped. He didn’t know how to behave, fifteen years away from each other would do that to a person. A whole lot could change in one year, let alone fifteen. You and Dean were adults now and not the little kids that the other used to know.

Although, you did love him as much as you did back then but still feel the dagger in your heart and scrapes on your knees.

But as you said, things were different between the both of you. Before you had time to process anything else, Dean had dropped his basket on the floor, enveloping you in his arms, cupping the back of your head to his broader chest. Within the shock, you hadn’t moved, not yet anyway. All the feelings you used to have for him flooding back, you realised it had been too long and you needed him again. As unhealthy as that sounded but it was true.

It had been forever but you wrapped your arms around his back, your nails practically clawing at his shoulder blades, trying to get closer and closer to him.

Dean did everything he could calm you, just how he remembered but he wanted to distract you.

‘I still need a shopping buddy, and a housewarming guest, if you’re still interested, that is,’ he said, pulling back and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

‘House- did you say housewarming?’ This could only mean one thing, right?

He nodded enthusiastically, ‘yep, I did indeed. I just moved back here. I’m coming home, Y/N/N.’

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