#that's fine - salt away - I'll be back soon

[luveline]

hello miss jade ily! since you’re feeling the marauders right now, may i request something with any of the boys, pre-relationship and too lovestruck to speak? reader has done something innocuous, or she’s literally just standing there, and he can’t not break and smother her?

hello lovely, thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

modern au 

You let yourself in quietly. Remus can tell without raising his eyes from his laptop that it's you. James would shout hello, Sirius would beeline for the downstairs bathroom. You close the door with care and leave your shoes under the stairs; Remus can picture you turning your head to one side gently, listening for signs of life. 

"James?" you ask.

"Just me," Remus says. 

You come around the doorway, beaming at him like he's the one you were looking for the whole time. "Hey, Remus. Don't suppose you know when James is back? He's going to take me to the garage so they don't rip me off." 

"Uh, no, but– but I could go with you?" he suggests. Remus isn't your boyfriend, but he wishes desperately that he was and he thinks that's a boyfriend's duty to perform, right? "I'd be happy to." 

Your phone dings. You pull it out with a smile. "Oh, it's James," you say, "he's still coming, but he's late. That's fine, I didn't have an appointment or anything. I'd love for you to come if you want, though, baby." 

Remus chokes on nothing, clearing his throat and sitting up to not seem so pathetic. "I'll come." Because baby? Baby?!

"Brilliant. How's you writing?" 

"Uh, it's, you know, happening. Slowly." 

Remus is admittedly much more collected regularly, but your sudden arrival, your smiling, and now your pet name, you've thrown him for a loop. He's doubly thrown when you sit down on the sofa beside him, no polite space, thigh to thigh and close enough to smell the oils in your hair. 

"I'm not looking, I promise," you say. 

Writing is a raw process. Knowing someone else's eyes are on it magnifies the flaws, but he realises with certainty that he doesn't care if you see it, flaws and all. "That's fine. I don't mind so long as it's you." 

"Lucky me," you say. 

You take your phone out. Remus doesn't mean to pry but you're right there, and your phone screen brightness is high. The text thread between you and James is open, your thumbs penning a quick response. 

Hey James, are we still meeting at the house? I'm omw. 2:17PM

yeah of course, remus is there so go have a cup of tea ill be there soon 2:30PM

ok 2:31PM

sorry running late !! Promise I'll be there, have remus make you a scone :) 2:40PM

I like him too much to have him act like my serf, you can buy us both big salted pretzels on the way home to say sorry for wasting his time 2:45PM

I'm sure he's just gutted to spend time with you 2:46PM

Nice one, James, Remus thinks incredulously. That's exactly what Remus needs, more evidence that he fancies you. You don't seem to have noticed either way, swinging a leg over your knee and finishing another text to James. 

I hope not, I love spending time with him 2:48PM

Remus turns to his computer screen, elated and guilty at once. He was not supposed to see that, surely. 

"Your word count is really climbing," you say, tucking your phone away. "A hundred and fifty thousand. I can't imagine writing so much… will you have to cut that down?" 

"Yep. Much more chance of being published if I fit their standard count. It'll need at least forty thousand words shaved off." 

You shake your head. "I can't imagine putting in all that work and then having to put in more work to get rid of it." 

"Think of it like refining, instead," he suggests, his fingertip sliding across the laptop's space bar. "I'm making sure nothing is boring." 

"I doubt it's boring if you're the one writing it." You stand to his surprise and stretch, a slice of your waist appearing as you twist away from him, an audible click emitting from your back as you roll your shoulders. "Can I make a cup of tea, please?" 

You've had a hundred cups of tea in this house. 

"You know you don't have to ask," Remus says. 

"But it's always nice to ask first," you say as you leave. 

He suspects you were talking more to yourself than him as you occasionally do, and he pays little mind to your movements in the kitchen. He has a lot of work to do and not nearly enough time to do it, and editing isn't as simple as cutting away. It's not obvious what needs to go. Remus has to have a deep think. 

He gets distracted. When you return he barely notices, busy rewriting a clunky sentence. It's not until your pinky finger brushes his arm that Remus remembers you're here, emphasis on you, and that he's besotted. 

When he looks up, he doesn't suppose he'll ever forget again. 

You're at his side neatening a plate of biscuits and toasted scones, the very tip of your tongue peaking between your lips in concentration. It's a simple thing, some might even find it unattractive, but you're totally focused on the plate of biscuits, your lovely eyebrows tightly pinched. 

You seem upset, for a moment. 

Then you meet his eye and any trace of unhappiness vanishes. You're smiling again, eyes alight with something he can't name. "I got you a couple of biscuits and stuff, hope that wasn't too forward. You never remember to eat when you're writing." 

"Oh, sweetheart," he says unbidden to himself, hands paused at his laptop, "that's not too forward." 

He sets his laptop aside and stands. There's nothing for it, no hold to bar —Remus steps forward to kiss your cheek and squeeze the top of your arm, the kiss swift and the squeeze less so. 

"Don't set up around me," he continues fondly, "we'll go have tea in the kitchen with the window open. You can tell me about your day, please. I should've asked you earlier." 

"Don't worry, there's nothing important to share," you say, and to Remus' delight, you've visibly flustered. 

His hand slides down the length of your arm to your hand, where he holds your fingers in his palm. "If it's about you, it's important. Mm?" 

You stare down at his chest and laugh softly. "Okay." 

It's a credit to his self restraint that he doesn't kiss you then and there. 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm not good at writing these but can we please see an interaction between Rollo and Trein and maybe Lucius? I really like the idea of Trein being a mentor figure to Rollo since Trein says he will keep an eye on him at the end of Glorious Masquerade. I don't know how the interaction would be structured but I'll leave that up to you if you choose to write this!

Yessss 😭 YOU GET IT, Trein could be a great mentor to Rollo…

For the last hour, Rollo had been nursing a growing migraine. The bumping music, the horde of guests, his inner voice counting off all the work still yet to be done. Each was another icy nail driven into his skull. Two glasses of grape juice were not enough to dull that buzz that clouded his mind.

Rollo had excused himself from making social rounds to fill up on refreshments—but he knew it wouldn't be long before someone came by to drag him back into the fray.

He slumped forward in his seat, catching his forehead with one hand. In his other hand, he clutched onto his third serving of grape juice. His only solace in these trying times.

Rollo exhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. A silent prayer was at his lips.

Lord help me persevere. I am surrounded by idiots, beseeched to engage with them…!! Why must I endure this madness?!

A sudden softness came down on his nose.

“Mrow.”

Startled, Rollo immediately shot up. His grape juice nearly spilled, had a quick paw not catch the rim and keep it upright.

A plump cat had appeared on the table, staring at Rollo through sharp golden eyes. Its coat was a glossy black, the tip of its fluffy tail, chest, and muzzle a fine white. The cat meowed again, releasing its hold on the almost-fallen cup.

“Good day to you, Flamme.”

An older man appeared, scooping up the feline in his arms. His stern, bony face had been carved out with lines like the rings in a tree's core, his hair--streaked in shades of salt and pepper--slicked back from his forehead. He was dressed in a sharp suit and cravat, long maroon robes spilling over them.

“Mozus-sensei.” Rollo automatically straightened. “I was not aware that you were among those in attendance. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

"Quite a large number of students wished to leave campus for an important function. I am serving as the chaperone to them. Were it only one or two boys wishing to leave, I would not be needed to supervise." Trein gave a papery smile. "Ah, but it looks as though you have too many companions to keep them away."

Rollo attempted at a polite laugh behind his handkerchief. “Yes, it seems they feel the need to shower me with their attention.”

“I take it you do not favor these circumstances.”

“… Is it that easy to tell? I thought I was hiding it as best as I could.”

“You are sitting alone in a corner with nothing more than a drink in hand to keep you company,” Trein tactfully pointed out. “I understand. These events have the potential to wear one down. A moment of peace and quiet can be restorative.

"As for myself, I find that sitting down and stroking my dear Lucius helps after a long day. Would you like to give it a try? It just may soothe you as well."

Trein shifted, holding out Lucius to Rollo. The cat stared expectantly at the student, its tail swishing back and forth like a metronome.

Rollo's eyes widened. “What? No, I couldn't possibly...!"

Too late, Lucius had already been placed into his lap. The cat's body was almost liquid, pooling and settling into his new resting spot. Lucius was warm and soft, like the wings of an angel.

Rollo grimaced.

A familiar was on him, some mangy animal that had been mucking around who knows where before making contact.

"He likes to be scratched behind the ears and under the chin," Trein coaxed, demonstrating. "The head and back are safe too."

Rollo reluctantly followed Trein's instructions, his fingers sinking into the depths of Lucius's fur and awkwardly petting. Soon, the cat was purring contentedly.

“Aaah, Lucius. You’re so adorable and good with children," Trein cooed. "I think he likes you, Flamme."

"Does he?" Rollo looked doubtful--not that he had any particular interest in befriending a mage's familiar to begin with. Am I meant to feel flattered by that comment?

"Of course. I don't mind if you wish to stay a little longer and become better acquainted with Lucius." Trein motioned to the empty seat across from Rollo. "May I join you?"

He hesitated, considering. Between returning to the raging party and remaining in respite... Rollo warily glanced between his two options, and his answer immediately became clear.

"... I don't see why not," he said at last, relenting. Rollo had a fistful of Lucius's fur in his hand as he got the words out.

"Excellent. I've been meaning to catch up with you." Trein sank into the chair and folded his hands together. "Now then, how have you been? It's been a while."

The conversation that followed flowed like wine. Easily poured, and just as easily downed. It tasted clean and smooth upon his palate, clearing away the bitterness that had pervaded all day.

The glass of grape juice sat there, forgotten.

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 21

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

“I want you to come somewhere with me in a few weekends.” Dr. Miller ducked under the water beside me and emerged a few seconds later.

I dragged my toes along the small tiles on the bottom of the pool. “Where?”

“It's a surprise.” He scrunched his nose and squinted his eyes as he grinned. Despite our age gap there were times he looked so boyish - like right now.

I made a face back at him. “Everything’s a secret. You gotta give me this one.” I raised my eyebrows and swished my arms around.

Dr. Miller reached for my hands and pulled me toward the deep end like we did in the past. When my hands rested on his shoulders and I began to kick my feet, he gave in.

“Over the long weekend in February my sister is getting married. Come with me. Be my.. plus one.”

“Her wedding.” I smiled and then laughed. “She doesn't even know me.”

“We can change that.”

“What if she doesn't like me?”

Dr. Miller grinned. “My sister likes everyone who I like. She trusts my judge of character.”

“I’d love to go. I just.. that's a big night for your sister. I don't want to ruin it.”

He chuckled again. “How could you ruin it? Just don't drink too much and vomit on her dress and I think she'll be just fine.”

I snickered and took a deep breath, continuing to kick. “Are you sure?”

“If you don't want to go, I understand. I just-”

“I do.” I cut him off before he could continue. “I want to go.”

“Good.” He pecked my lips and continued to swim backwards until we reached the other side. “Then it's a date.”

“Where is it?”

“At the Stowe Ski Resort in Vermont.”

“I can't ski,” I said with a chuckle.

Dr. Miller smiled wide. “Well, you can't swim either, yet here we are.” He let his eyebrows rise and fall and I chuckled.

“Good point.” I slicked back his hair and planted a kiss on his lips. “Okay.. as long as it's okay with your sister.. I'll go.”

..

Two weekends later, Dr. Miller and I were walking hand-in-hand up the pebbly walkway of Red Maple Vineyard. I was nervous. Dr. Miller’s sister seemed to mean the world to him. Meeting her for the first time had me on pins and needles.

What if she doesn't like me? I kept asking myself that question over and over. Would our age gap bother her?

The two of us passed by the main doors to the establishment and headed to a back patio. It was littered with firepits, each one surrounded by a fake, see-through igloo.  Patrons dressed in winter hats and scarves, all toting wine glasses and talking with smiles inside of them.

When Dr. Miller grinned and gave a wave, my stomach knotted up. At the far, left corner of the patio a woman rose to her feet with the same friendly wave. She was a beautiful woman, with shortly cropped brown hair and high cheekbones. Jamie Lee Curtis in the flesh. The salt-and-pepper haired man who was seated beside her rose to his feet in preparation to greet us.

Moment of truth. I knew I needed to make a good impression.

“My favorite brother,” Carol greeted, pulling Dr. Miller I'm for a hug.

“Your only brother,” he added with a laugh, kissing her on the cheek.

“Still my favorite.” She nudged him and looked to me.

“Hi.” I smiled wide and extended a hand in Carol's direction. “I'm (Y/N). It's so nice to meet you.”

“Carol Miller,” she smiled and side-glanced her beau. “Soon to be Brennan.”

“Not soon enough.” The man exchanged a friendly handshake with Joel, and then switched his gaze to me. “Will Brennan.”

“Nice to meet you.” I then added, “Congratulations, by the way.” My eyes danced from Carol to Will and back to Carol.

“Thank you,” they said in unison, before inviting us to sit around the firepit with them.

Dr. Miller placed a hand on my lower back and extended his arm to allow me into the igloo a step ahead of him. I ducked under and sat down between him and his sister.

“We picked up a bottle of Chardonnay and Merlot,” Carol explained. “Preference?” She looked at me and reached for an empty glass. “Or we could grab a bottle of something else.”

“Oh, thank you. Um.. I’m more of a white wine girl.”

“Me, too.” Carol reached for the Chardonnay and poured me a glass before offering the same to her brother, who went with the Merlot.

“So,” Carol eyed the two of us, “How did you two meet?”

The question that made me freeze. I had only been asked one another time, and that by Tori. I assumed Dr. Miller would be giving his sister the same one because we hadn't talked about another faux-scenario.

“We met at the university,” Dr. Miller said.

“Oh,” Carol glanced to meet as she brought the glass of Chardonnay to her lips. “Do you work there, too?”

“I work at the board of education in Windham,” I explained, feeling my cheeks redden. “I’m actually just taking two courses at night. Chipping away at my Masters.”

“Oh, so this is a forbidden romance.” Carol said, motioning between the two of us with the hand she held her wine glass with. “Got it.” Her delivery was so dry I wasn't sure if she was kidding, disapproving or otherwise. I wondered what she would think of me actually being in his class.

Dr. Miller grinned at his sister who finally cracked a smile and gave a wink.

“I'm teasing,” she added. “You're both grown adults.”

Phew.

“I mean, she can't be one to judge,” Will leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “She fell for her boss.”

Carol glanced over at him and they shared a smile-turned-laugh.

“And yet, I still haven't gotten a raise.”

“I thought the diamond ring might've evened that out.”

I smiled to myself at their playful interaction. “How long have you been together?”

Carol rested a hand on his knee. “Almost three years.”

“Carol is the Dean of students at a private high school not far from here,” Dr. Miller informed me.

“Hillcrest Academy,” Carol explained. “And Will is the headmaster.”

“Nepotism,” Dr. Miller mumbled into his wine glass before taking a sip, making Will laugh and Carol roll her eyes.

“Fortunately for us, private schools don't have the same rules as most public schools do. One of us would probably have to leave to teach in another building, but Hillcrest doesn't have a strong nepotism policy. I just can't be the one to directly evaluate her performance.”

“Okay, enough work stuff,” Carol shushed him and leaned back in her chair to cross one leg over the other. “Let's get a little drunk and get to know each other.” She glanced at me with a look like, ‘what do you say'?

“Here, here.” Will raised his glass.

“Sounds good to me.” I brought my glass to the middle and then Dr. Miller and Carol did the same. We alternated tapping our glasses together and got the evening underway.

I was secretly hoping the truth would come out about Dr. Miller’s castle and the money. I was tempted to ask after a few glasses of wine, but I kept my mouth shut. The night ended up full of laughs and old, embarrassing stories. The mood was light, and talking to Carol and Will felt so organic that I certainly wasn't about to spoil it with intrusive questions.

“So,” Carol cleared her throat, swirling the wine that neared the bottom of the glass. The men were having their own conversation so her question was directed at me. “Do you want kids in the future?” Her question drew a quick glance from Dr. Miller and I knew he was fully paying attention despite his interaction with Will.

“Oh, well, eventually.. probably.” I chuckled and sipped from my own glass of wine. “I'm not totally there yet.”

“You've got time.” She tapped my knee and then fanned herself. “These igloos get warm.”

“That's the wine, honey.” Will placed a hand on the back of her neck and gave a squeeze.

Carol removed a white scarf she had on over a blue sweater. “So, Joel says you'll be attending our wedding next month.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked to Dr. Miller, then back to Carol. “If it's okay with you. I mean..”

“She's coming.” He draped an arm around my shoulders and winked, making me look down with a smile and back up.

I looked at Carol. “I'll be there.”

“Well, upon first impressions,” Carol glanced at Dr. Miller and then to me. “I'd love to have you as my brother’s plus one.”

“Congratulations,” Dr. Miller looked at me. “You passed the Carol test.”

“Even I flunked the first time,” Will added, making everyone laugh.

I felt like I was flying when we left the vineyard that night. Things had gone so well. When we exchanged hugs and finally went to our separate cars, I turned to Dr. Miller and kissed him on the cheek.

“Carol likes you,” he said, smiling back.

“She's great,” I gushed, “And Will seems really nice. They seem happy.”

Dr. Miller put his first two fingers beneath my chin. I loved when he did that. He stared at me for a few seconds before leaning in and touching his lips to mine. “Let's go home.”

Home.

I sighed contently, eager to snuggle under the fluffy down comforter in Dr. Miller's bed. I felt completely at ease after being worried about the evening prior to going out. I agreed. “Let's go home.”

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

thank you so much for writing my Valentine’s Day request! I would definitely love to see a part 2 or a mini series (if you’re up for it ofc). maybe where they are wedding planning and then the day of the wedding and all the girls help the reader get ready (Chad helps Ethan ofc) and Quinn is super excited to have a sister in law… and maybe at the end the new wedded landrys will announce baby landry on the way 😉

Okay, this is MASSIVE. I hope you like it:) I had a lot to fit in lmao

Perfectly Perfect - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Summary: After Ethan asks you to marry him, you learn that he wants to marry you as soon as possible. He also mentions how badly he wants kids soon, but it happens sooner than expected.

Part 1

Contains: Fluff, pregnancy, suggestions to sex, and if I didn't use the word 'fuck', it wouldn't be a fic I wrote :)

A/N: Jesus, I hope y'all like this. I've spent a couple days on it, and it has SO MUCH in it. Like 8 months worth of stuff in 6.7k words(I double-checked for grammatical errors, and if you catch something I didn't, I'm SO SORRY). I didn't want to leave it on a cliffhanger like I love to do. I'll be working on a couple fics tomorrow, one of them will definitely be smut:)

After Ethan proposed, you didn’t want to get back to your normal life. You couldn’t wait to start talking about wedding planning, but he wanted to wait for the weekend so he could completely focus on it and not be stressed about his work project.

On Friday night, you sat on top of his kitchen counter as he made you dinner. You offered to help, but he knew your day was stressful, so he wanted you to relax. You smiled as you watched him, thinking back to the first time he ever tried to cook for you.

He tried to make pasta with this sauce that he made from scratch. He wanted it to seem like he knew what he was doing, even though the most he’d ever made was ramen and instant mac and cheese. The gesture was sweet, but the food tasted terrible. You didn’t show it though, until he finally spoke up.

“This tastes awful…how are you eating that?” he asked as you started to laugh a little.

“You worked hard on it, babe.”

“Fuck it, let’s order Chinese,” he said, pulling out his phone. “One day, I’ll be good at cooking.”

“I can always cook for you, though,” you smiled, as he shook his head.

“One of these days, I want to be able to cook for you and our kids,” he said, placing the order and sitting his phone down on the table. Your eyes widened, because that was the first time he’d ever hinted that the two of you would have a long future together. You’d only been together for a little over a year, but you knew you wanted to be with him forever.

“Kids, huh? How many are we having?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“I think five is a good number,” he said, as you started to choke on the water. “Okay, maybe not five. But I know I want a family with you someday.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled, as he leaned over to kiss you, “But five is definitely a lot.”

His cooking skills improved after he discovered that salt and pepper weren’t the only seasonings someone could use. When he walked over and reached around to grab some spices out of the cabinet, you started to move your head.

“You’re fine, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead before he grabbed what he needed.

“I’m absolutely dying to talk about wedding stuff,” you said dramatically, as he went back to his place in front of the stove.

“What do you want to talk about first?” he asked, smiling as he focused on dinner.

“When do you want to get married?” he started to laugh a little at your question.

“I’d marry you right this second if we could pull a wedding together that quick.” He said, “I’m thinking October.”

“Like, eight months away October? Or next year?” you questioned, getting a little nervous.

“This year,” he said, sautéing the veggies he was cooking in the pan.

“Uh, I don’t know if we could pull that off. We’d have to find a wedding venue, a photographer, a DJ, a florist…I’d have to get a dress. Plus, October is a busy wedding month,” you sighed, “Most of the venues are probably booked up already.”

“I can pull some strings,” he said, as you curiously eyed him. “One of the guys at work has a cousin that’s about to open their own wedding venue this fall. He mentioned it when I told him I was going to propose.”

“Really?” you asked, “But there’s still so many other things to do.”

“Let’s eat first, then we can look into it.”

The food he made was delicious. He smiled proudly as you wouldn’t stop complimenting his cooking skills. It was definitely an improvement from what he tried to make for you four years ago.

“I told you, I was going to get better at cooking for you and our future kids,” he started to laugh, but then he got quiet as he started to think.  “How do you feel about trying for one soon?”

His question caught you off guard, your cheeks turning pink. “Oh, um…” you were so flustered as you tried to compile your thoughts, “Yeah, I’d love that, but we need to get the wedding stuff squared away first, then we’ll talk about it.”

“Deal.”

After dinner, he sat down with you on the couch and pulled out his phone to show you the pictures of the new wedding venue that was almost finished.

“That’s beautiful!” you said, looking at the tall ceilings and the spacious outside area.

“They’re going to get the landscaping finished this week, and then they have to do a few more things to the inside. I’ll ask him if we can tour it when it’s finished,” he said, his arm draping around your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “I want our wedding day to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of, so if you hate it, we could always push it out a year.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it just by how gorgeous it already looks,” you said, snuggling into his chest, “but yeah, ask him about touring it.”

“Oh, Chad has a friend that’s a photographer, too,” he said, as you raised up a little to look at him.

“Have you been wedding planning without me?” you joked, as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“No…well maybe a little,” he sighed, “His work is really good. I’ve also been looking at flowers and stuff on my breaks at work…don’t hate me.”

Your heart started to melt as you realized exactly how excited he was to marry you. You knew he wanted to and that he loved you, but him wanting to officially start your lives together as soon as possible made you feel so special.

“What do you think for colors?” you asked, interested in what he had to say.

“I haven’t thought about that yet, I wanted you to pick them.”

“I’m thinking a really pretty deep red and maybe some orange would look really nice, especially if the leaves are going to be changing,” you smiled, as he nodded.

The two of you continued to talk about your wedding ideas, and how big you wanted it to be. You knew some people that went all out and had hundreds of people at their weddings, but you and Ethan decided to keep that number at one hundred or less. You wanted it to be intimate, but still have all the people that meant a lot to you to be there.

“What about your bridesmaids?” he questioned, as you started to think.

“Well, of course Tara would be my Maid of Honor, and Mindy and Anika, but do you think Quinn would want to be the fourth one?” you asked, as he started smiling.

“She’d love that, babe. She loves you, and she’s always asking about you whenever she calls to check in,” he said, “It makes me so happy that you’d want someone from my family to be one of your bridesmaids.”

He started to talk about Chad being his best man, and you wouldn’t expect anything less. They were so close, and Chad was the reason the two of you got together in the first place. Ethan was shy, so Chad encouraged him to finally ask you out.

As the months started to fly by, you were surprised at how quickly everything was coming together. Between you and Ethan’s busy work schedules, you still found time to tour the venue, meet with a DJ, do your engagement shoot with Chad’s friend, and get your dress. You didn’t think you’d be able to pull off everything as quick as you were, but with the help of your friends, it was easy.

“Babe,” you called out as you walked through Ethan’s front door, “Where are you?”

He didn’t say anything, but you heard the faint sound of the shower. You walked into the bathroom as he was stepping out.

“Hey, babe,” he said, drying off as you hopped up onto the bathroom counter, “How was your appointment?”

“It was good. It didn’t hurt as bad to take it out as it did to have it put in,” you said, referring to your IUD. “Don’t get any ideas, though. We’re still four months away from the wedding.”

You wanted to wait until it was a lot closer to the wedding, but your doctor was about to have her own baby and was going to take a few months off. You were eager to start a family with Ethan, but you wanted to fit into the dress that you’d spent a lot of money on.

“Fineee,” he sighed out, wrapping his towel around his hips before standing in front of you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as he leaned in to kiss you. After he pulled away, you started to panic, remembering things you still had to do. “Fuck, I forgot to email the caterer!”

You tried to slide off the counter before Ethan stopped you. “I already did it, babe,” your mind was still racing, “And Tara stopped by work today to grab the invitations. She dropped them off at the post office for us.”

You sighed, relaxing a little as you smiled at him. “What else do we still have to do, then?”

“The only thing I want us to worry about tonight is spending time with each other,” he said, his hands resting on your thighs, “No wedding talk, no stressing. I just want to hang out.”

“Okay,” you said, as he stepped back so you could slide off the counter.

“I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll order food, and we can watch a movie,” he said, pecking your lips as you walked out of the bathroom.

You had a great night with Ethan. He knew how to calm you down and take your mind off things, even though the little voice inside your head kept reminding you of the few things you still had to do. When you woke up the next morning with Ethan spooning you, he was starting to stir awake himself.

“Good morning,” you giggled, as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” he said, his curls tickling your bare shoulder, “We have stuff to do today.”

“Do we have to?” you asked, “Because I just want to stay in bed with you all day.”

You adjusted in his arms to face him, his sleepy eyes meeting your mischievous ones.

“Oh? Well, we do have a couple hours before we have to be at the bakery to decide on our cake flavors,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. “What about the possibility of getting pregnant?”

“I highly doubt that it’d happen that quick.”

A couple months later, you realized how wrong you were. Your period didn’t show up, which you assumed was because of the stress and your body getting used to no longer using birth control. After the second month of not getting one, your boobs really started to hurt.

“Uh, are you pregnant?” Tara asked, her eyes going wide as she helped you put together your wedding favors, “I know you mentioned wanting to have a baby soon.”

“I don’t think so,” you sighed, “I think it’s just the stress of the wedding has everything out of whack.”

“It can’t hurt to take a test to be sure. I know you’d feel bad if you were and you weren’t taking the vitamins you need,” she said, “Plus, it’s best to know sooner rather than later if you’re going to fit in your dress.”

“My doctor put me on the vitamins when I told her I wanted to get pregnant soon, so if I am, everything should be okay,” you sighed, getting a little anxious, “But, you’re right. I’ll take a test when Ethan gets back from tux shopping with Chad.”

“I love seeing Chad in a tux,” she gushed, “Maybe one day you’ll be helping me with my wedding…if he ever asks me.”

“It’ll happen. I thought Ethan would never ask, even with me hinting at it all the time.”

When Ethan and Chad made it back to Tara’s, she was practically pushing the two of you out the door. She knew that Chad and Ethan would probably get caught up in video games, but she knew you had more important things to do.

“Did you get your suit?” you asked from the passenger’s seat as Ethan drove.

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it,” he said, glancing over to you. “You okay?”

You sighed as you looked over to him, “Can we stop by the pharmacy on the way back to your house?”

“Yeah, are you feeling sick?” he asked, his voice showing concern.

“No, not really…but Tara thinks I’m pregnant,” you said, as Ethan almost ran a stop sign.

“Wait, what?” he asked, the both of you jolting forward as he came to a sudden stop. “We’ve been safe until a week ago.”

“If I am pregnant, it happened the morning we went to the bakery,” you said, as his hand reached over to grab yours. “I haven’t gotten my period, either.”

“Okay, um…yeah,” he stammered, trying to hide the excitement over the possibility.

“What if I am? I’ll be four months along and probably showing by then,” you sighed, “I won’t fit into my dress. I’m running out of time for alterations, too.”

“Well don’t freak out until we know for sure, okay?” he said, trying to calm you down.

After you made it back to Ethan’s, you went straight to the bathroom with the pharmacy bag in your hand.

“I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall to give you your privacy.

He was hoping that the test would be positive, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy about it. He knew it would add even more stress if you were as far along as you thought. He started to get lost in his thoughts as he heard you squeal.

He opened the bathroom door to see your eyes watering and a huge smile on your face.

“Babe, I’m pregnant!”

“No fucking way!” he yelled, picking you up and spinning you. “Oh shit, okay. We’re going to be parents.” He sat you down on your feet and kissed you. “We can turn the spare bedroom into a nursery after the wedding!”

“Oh shit,” you said, your mind going back to the wedding, “I don’t mind being pregnant, and if I’m showing, I don’t care. But I need to figure out something for my dress.”

“Let’s make an appointment and make sure everything’s okay, then we can worry about that.”

You called your doctors office the following Monday, begging to be seen. With your normal doctor being out on maternity leave, they were able to schedule you with another doctor that same day that had a cancellation. You and Ethan both left work early to go because you didn’t know what to expect. You were happy he came with you because they realized that you were about ten weeks along and wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby was measuring correctly.

“There’s not a whole lot to see right now, but the baby is measuring the way it should be,” the ultrasound technician said, as your eyes started to water. You looked over to see Ethan wiping his tears as he watched the screen. She occasionally paused so she could print out the sonograms from different angles.

When you went to walk out, she handed you a tiny little folder with the images she’d printed out. The cover of it said Baby’s First Photo’s, and when Ethan saw it, he lost it. You had to take a few minutes in the room as you tried to get him to stop crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy,” he said, as you reached up to wipe some of his tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy that you’re this happy,” you said, as he grabbed your hand.

“I love you so much. You’re going to be such an amazing mom,” he said, as he started to pull himself together.

“And you’re going to be an amazing dad. I love you too, babe.”

After the appointment, you talked to Ethan about telling Chad and Tara. Now that you knew the baby was okay, you just had to tell your best friend.

“That’s fucking awesome, dude! Congratulations,” Chad said, pulling Ethan into a hug.

“I knew it!” Tara said, wiping away the few tears that were slipping out.

“Show them the pictures!” Ethan said excitedly, as you grabbed the folder out of your purse.

“Aww, little baby Landry,” Chad said, flipping through the images.

“What do you think you’re having?” Tara asked, “Because I need a reason to go shopping.”

Chad rolled his eyes, “You always have a reason to go shopping.”

“We won’t find out until after the wedding, but I think we want to announce our pregnancy then,” you smiled, looking over to Ethan as he nodded.

“Let me know what I can do to help once you guys decide what you want to do,” Tara said, taking one last look at the pictures before she handed them back to you.

“I will.”

A month later, you stopped by Tara’s to try your dress on to see if it still fit.

“Fuck,” you said, as she tried to zip the back. It wouldn’t budge above your waist. “What am I going to do now?” you sighed, looking at her in the mirror of her bedroom.

“We can get it altered. We’re cutting it close though, and we still don’t know how big you’ll be on your wedding day,” she said, as panic started to set in for her, too. “The bridal shop is open today; I’ll call them to see if their seamstress can fix it.”

As Tara paced on the phone, you really thought you were going to have to buy a whole new dress, until she screamed “Yes! Thank you so much!”

She ended the call before walking up to you, “Okay, we have to take it in right now, but they believe they can put something into the sides of the dress that will make it a little stretchy.”

“Thank god,” you said, sliding the dress off and putting it back on the hanger.

When you arrived at the bridal store, the seamstress took new measurements and used her experience with other brides in similar situations to decide what to do.

“This won’t be ready for a few weeks, but I assure you that you’ll have it before your wedding,” she said, as you sighed in relief.

“Thank you so much!” you said, “You’ll call me when it’s ready?”

“As soon as I finish it, I’ll call you in so you can try it on,” she said, as you nodded.

You were still stressed, but you were hopeful that you’d still be able to wear the dress.

After a few weeks went by, you got the call to come look at your dress. As you tried it on, and the seamstress zipped it, it fit perfectly.

“Thank you so much!” you smiled, “I didn’t doubt you, but I know I’m a little bigger now, so I wasn’t sure if that would work.”

“You’re lucky I have experience with this,” she laughed, helping you back out of the dress.

“You can’t even tell I’m pregnant!”

The day before your wedding, Tara and Chad helped you and Ethan get everything set up in the venue. The boys were in the corner decorating the arch because they were tall enough to do so, as Tara helped you decorate the tables.

“This is so cute!” she said, looking at the burnt orange cheesecloth table runners were draped across the tables.  

 “It’ll look even better after the florist delivers the flowers tomorrow morning. The red and orange roses are really going to make everything pop.”

Ethan walked over to look at what you and Tara were working on. “I hate to rush you, but we have to start the rehearsal soon,” he said, “But these tables look amazing, babe.”

When he kissed the top of your head, you heard a squeal come from the main entrance.

“Hey, guys!” Quinn said, as she walked in. Ethan ran up to hug her before she came over to you. “Are you excited? Because you’re totally glowing.”

“Yeah, I am,” you smiled, glancing down at your oversized t-shirt. It’s taken everything in you to not put your hands on your belly whenever you were around anyone the didn’t already know you were pregnant.

“Thank you for asking me to be a part of your day tomorrow,” she smiled, “So we’re staying at Tara’s tonight?”

“Yeah, we’re having a slumber party,” Tara laughed, joining the conversation. “It’s bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding.” You and Ethan both rolled your eyes at the superstition, “Hey, I want you two to last forever.”

“We will,” Ethan said, pulling you into a kiss.

“Gross,” you heard Mindy yell as she walked into the door. Anika was right behind her, the excitement evident on her face as she looked around the room.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” she said, as they walked up to you.

“My people are here, where’s the rest of yours?” you asked Ethan, remembering him wanting to start the rehearsal.

“They’re on the way,” he sighed, as Chad started to yell for his help. “I’ll be right back.”

You laughed as they were struggling to get the lacy orange and red fabric to stay on the arch, along with the few fake flower decorations you got from the craft store.

“This isn’t funny,” Ethan said, trying to fight his own laughter as Chad started to get pissed.

The other two of Ethan’s groomsmen walked in and greeted you before walking over to Ethan and Chad to help.

“How many men does it take to hang some fabric and fake flowers?” Quinn questioned, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

“I don’t know, but hopefully the answer is four, because that’s all we’ve got,” you laughed, as the guys started to cheer.

“Ooh, they finally got it,” Mindy said, wrapping her arm around Anika as she giggled.

The officiant, DJ, and wedding coordinator were ready to go when Ethan walked up to you.

“You ready to fake marry me?” he asked, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with. I’m starting to get sleepy,” you sighed, as Ethan nodded. Your newest pregnancy symptom was extreme tiredness, but you’d take that over being nauseous.

“Okay, we’ll be doing this outside tomorrow, but because it’s raining, we have to do it inside tonight,” the wedding coordinator said, “I want to make this as painless as possible.”

Ethan followed the bridesmaids and groomsmen down the aisle, standing on his side as the music started for you to walk down the aisle. You took your time as you were instructed, finally making it to Ethan.

He started to laugh a little, as you rolled your eyes. “You’re laughing now, but if you don’t cry when you see me in my dress tomorrow, I’ll walk down this aisle a hundred times.”

“Sorry, this is a little awkward,” he said, grabbing your hand as the officiant started to speak.

He started to go through his spiel, skipping over the vows you and Ethan were going to recite for each other and the ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’ part.

“Are we done yet?” you asked through a yawn, the tiredness being too much.

“Did you want to look at the slideshow tonight, or no?” the DJ asked as he pointed at the projection screen.

“No!” you and Ethan both said at the same time, knowing that the last slide was the one announcing your pregnancy.

“I think it’ll be fine to wait until tomorrow,” Ethan said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, cool. We’re done, then,” he said, shutting his laptop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” Ethan said, turning to you. He leaned down to kiss you when your friends walked up.

“We need to get her out of here,” Tara said, as you pulled away from the kiss. Ethan subtly rubbed his hand over your tummy, which he’d done every single night before bed since you found out you were pregnant.

“I love you,” he said, as Tara grabbed your hand to pull you away.

“I love you, too!”

When you made it back to Tara’s, you were struggling to keep your eyes open as everyone sat around and talked. You finally excused yourself to the guest bedroom, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, you woke up before everyone else. You showered and ordered coffee before you snuck into Tara’s room to grab your dress out of the closet. When the coffee arrived, you were debating on peacefully waking everyone up, but decided on yelling.

“I’m ready to get married, wake up!” Your voice echoed off the walls of the house as you heard Mindy groan in the living room. Tara soon turned the corner, grabbing her drink out of the holder.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, as you took a sip of yours. “Are you supposed to be drinking that?”

“It’s decaf,” you sighed, “It’s not as good but it’ll get me through the day.”

She nodded as everyone else walked into the kitchen.

“Someone’s excited,” Quinn smiled, “I can’t believe I’m getting a sister-in-law today!”

She pulled you into a hug, “I hope I got your coffee order right. I was trying to remember it from college.”

“No, this is perfect,” she said, taking a sip.

“We have to be at the venue in two hours,” you said, looking around at everyone’s tired expressions. “Can you guys get ready soon?”

“I expected the bridezilla antics to start before now,” Mindy said, sarcasm in her tone as you glanced over to her.

“I just don’t want to be late,” you sighed, as Quinn remembered something.

“I don’t know if you’re doing the normal wedding traditions, but,” she said, running to her bag in the living room, “I’d love it if you’d wear this.” She opened a jewelry box, showing you a beautiful diamond necklace. “This belonged to Ethan and I’s grandmother.”

“Oh my god, Quinn! This is gorgeous!” You were in awe, the sweet gesture showing you how excited she was for you to be a part of her family. “I’d love to wear it.”

“I hoped you’d say that. I know it would mean a lot to Ethan.”

After everyone finally got ready, you headed to the venue. Tara ran into the main building, looking around for Ethan.

“You! Stay right there for the next five minutes,” she said as she saw him, before running back to the car.

Ethan laughed to himself at her determination to keep you from being seen by him as he helped the florist finish decorating the tables.

“Okay, we gotta move,” Tara said, grabbing stuff out of the trunk of her car as you walked through the back entrance to the bridal suite.

You hung your dress up and waited for the rest of your friends to make it inside.

“Geez, T. What is all of this?” Mindy asked, sitting one of the heavy plastic bins down on the floor.

“It’s all the stuff to get our beautiful bride ready,” she groaned out, setting down another box.

“I think the key word is beautiful, which she already is…she doesn’t need all this shit,” Mindy said, opening the tote to look inside. “Wait, what’s up with these favors?”

“Don’t look at those!” Tara said, as Mindy eyed her suspiciously.

“What’s going on?” she asked, as Anika and Quinn made it in with the rest of the stuff.

“Those are another set of favors we’re giving out after,” Tara said, looking over to you.

“What do you mean?” she asked, as you tried to discreetly change into something that wouldn’t mess up your hair and makeup after it was finished. “Wait, what the fuck?”

Mindy walked over to you as Quinn and Anika were showing off the dress styles they chose in your colors.

“Are you pregnant?” she whispered, taking in the way your lower abdomen was sticking out.

“Mindy, please don’t say anything to anyone,” you said, motioning with your eyes to your other friends, “We’re announcing it today.”

“Wait, seriously?” she asked, as you started to laugh.

“Are you going to keep asking questions?” You whispered as you smiled, “Ethan and I wanted to get pregnant. It happened quicker than I thought it would, but this was always the plan.”

“Oh, well congratulations,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

“Why are you congratulating her?” Anika asked, as she walked up to join in the conversation.

“She’s getting married, babe, duh.”

When Tara helped you get ready, you could tell she was trying hard not to cry. She was so happy for you, and knowing how much Ethan loved you made it hard for her to keep her emotions in. You felt awkward trying to talk to her as Chad’s friend came in to snap pictures of everyone getting ready.

“Thank you for doing this for me, Tara,” you said, as she finished up your hair.

“You think I’d let just anyone glam you up for your special day?” she asked, spraying a thick cloud of hairspray over your head.

“You know there’s a lot of chemicals in that, right?” you laughed as her eyes went wide.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, I just wanted to distract you. You’ve been fighting tears since I sat down in the chair,” you said, as she started to let them slip out.

“I’m just so happy for you,” she said, as she started to put primer on your face.

“Well, just know that when Chad proposes someday, I’ll do the exact same stuff for you that you’ve done for me. I’m so thankful for our friendship.”

“I think that’s coming sooner rather than later…” she trailed off as you stared at her.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“Today’s your day. We can talk about it after the honeymoon.”

“No, tell me! I don’t care what day it is,” you said, laughing.

“Well, I found a receipt for a jewelry store when I was doing Chad’s laundry the other day,” she said, as you cut her off.

“You’re doing wifey shit, but continue,” you said, as she started to blush.

“It was for a ring. So, unless he’s buying it for someone else, I’m pretty sure he wants to marry me.”

You started to squeal as she shushed you.

“Sorry, I’m just so happy for you!”

After your makeup was done, and you helped everyone else get ready, Tara was about to kick everyone out when Quinn ran up to you.

“I’m leaving, but I wanted to give you this,” she said, handing you the jewelry box with the necklace in it.

“Wait, I think you should help me put it on.”

She smiled as she took it out of the box and put it around your neck, clasping it in the back. The photographer started snapping pictures of the sweet moment. She was trying not to cry as she looked at you wearing it. “Thank you for being so good to my brother. I know he’s a little dorky, but you really brought him out of his shell. He’s never been this happy.”

You felt your own eyes start to water as you fanned your face with your hands, trying to keep the tears in. “Thank you, Quinn.”

You hugged her before she went out to join Mindy and Anika in the reception area of the venue.

“Let’s get your dress on,” Tara said, grabbing it off the hanger.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous it wont fit even though it did a week ago,” you sighed, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding your leggings down.

“It will, don’t stress,” she said, as you stepped inside the dress.

“See, still fits,” she smiled after she got it zipped.

“Are you ladies almost ready?” The wedding coordinator asked, as she walked in

“Yes,” you said, slipping your heels on. “Is he ready?”

She started to laugh at your question, “Honey, that man’s been ready for over an hour. His best man was in there…what do you kids call it…hyping him up?”

You started to laugh, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Well, if you’re ready, I’ll let them know that we can begin,” she said, looking you over in your dress. “You look gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous enough to make the groom cry?” you asked, as she nodded.

“He’s already cried a couple times,” she said, walking out of the room.

Tara looked at you and stuck her lip out at the fact that Ethan was so emotional.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she said, helping you put your veil on.

“I’m hoping these pregnancy hormones don’t get the best of me today. I don’t want to mess all your hard work up,” you said, fanning your face again.

“That’s what setting spray is for,” she said, giving your face a second coat of it. “Just in case.”

The coordinator came back in the room to grab you as you heard the music start to play.

“I know this is a little different than last night, but you’re just going to walk down the path to the arch,” she said, as Tara walked past you to join the rest of the bridesmaids.

“I love you,” she said, “Don’t be nervous.”

After everyone cleared out, you waited for your cue.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is all you,” she said, gently nudging you towards the door.

As you walked out, you noticed all the people standing, and couldn’t help but think about falling in front of all of them. The second Ethan was in your line of vision, and he covered his face as he started to cry, it gave you all the confidence you needed to make it to him.

You noticed that Tara and Quinn were trying so hard to keep it together, and Chad too. He was just so happy for his best friend. You smiled at him as Ethan pulled his hands away from his face.

“So beautiful,” he said, wiping away the tears that just kept slipping out. Chad reached over to pat him on the back as you made it to the end of the path, standing across from him.

As the officiant started to speak, your breath hitched in your throat. You were trying so hard not to cry, but you knew you were going to lose that battle once you and Ethan read your vows.

“The bride and groom have written their own vows. We’ll start with you,” he said, turning to Ethan.

“I didn’t write anything down, because I wanted to speak from the heart,” he said, laughing a little, “I love everything about you, from the way you look when you first wake up, to the way you argue with me over the remote. You’re my best friend, my soulmate. You’re everything I could’ve ever wanted and more in a partner. You were patient with me when I was shy and didn’t know how to talk to you when we first met. Now, I’m a more confident person because of the man you’ve helped me become. I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

Tears were slipping out, as hard as you tried to fight it, before the officiant turned to you.

“I also didn’t write my vows down,” you giggled, “but I guess that’s what makes us so special. I’m so thankful for you. When you finally asked me to be yours, I never had a doubt in my mind that we wouldn’t last forever. You say that I boosted your confidence, but you helped mine so much. I don’t worry about what people think of me, because I know the one that truly matters is always in my corner, no matter what. I know we can make it through anything the universe throws at us, as long as I have you by my side. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m so happy that I get to be your wife. I’m so happy that you chose me. I love you, too.”

Ethan nodded as he fought off the tears again. You almost missed everything your officiant was saying, because you were so focused on him.

“If there are no objections, by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he announced, before turning to Ethan, “You gonna kiss your bride or not?”

Everyone started to laugh as Ethan leaned in, his hands going to your hips as he kissed you.

Cheers erupted from your guests as he lifted you off the ground before gently sitting you back down. That’s when he noticed the necklace.

“Babe, is this…”

“Your grandmothers,” you said, finishing his thought. He started to tear up all over again.

He looked over to Quinn and mouthed ‘thank you’ before he took your hand and walked you back up the aisle.

You were quickly whisked away by the photographer, who wanted to get some beautiful shots of you and Ethan in the wooded area on the edge of the venue. The red and orange accents in his suit and boutonniere looked beautiful against the orange and yellow leaves.

“Can I have a minute with her?” Ethan asked the photographer. He nodded, stepping back a few yards but still snapping a few photos as the two of you talked. “You look so beautiful, and your vows were beautiful.”

“Yours were too, babe,” you said, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his hand across the well-hidden bump.

“I feel great right now. Hopefully I won’t be too tired later,” you smiled, as he took your hand in his and walked towards the photographer.

“Well, Mrs. Landry, let’s go to the party,” he said, as you smiled.

“I like the sound of that…Mrs. Landry.”

“Well good, because you’re stuck with me forever.”

When you made it back inside the venue, you immediately went into your first dance. The slideshow started, and it was perfectly timed out to the music as your arms were around Ethan’s neck. It showed pictures of the two of you as kids, before moving on to the pictures the two of you had taken as a couple. As you saw the engagement photos, you knew what the next one would be as the music stopped. You and Ethan both turned towards the screen as the picture of your sonogram popped up, with the words ‘Baby Landry coming soon’.

The gasps were audible, before everyone started to clap for the two of you. That’s when the DJ invited everyone else out to the dance floor to join you and Ethan.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?! That’s why you’re glowing!” Quinn said, looking down at your stomach, “I’m going to be an aunt!”

She was squealing, so excited for you, but also, her new title. “This dress is hiding it well. I’m sixteen weeks along,” you said, rubbing your hands across your belly.

“No way! Well, I guess I’ll be moving back to New York,” she smiled, “I’m not missing all the important moments of this baby’s life.”

“What about the guy you’re seeing?” you asked, as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll make him come with me.”

After the wedding was winding down, the tiredness fully started to kick in.

“You okay?” Chad asked, as Ethan mingled with the guests.

“Yeah, just exhausted,” you sighed, as he looked at the ground.

“When you two get back from Mexico, I kind of need your help with something,” he said, flashing a smile.

“Oh?” you asked, waiting for him to say more. He glanced over to Tara, who was laughing at something Mindy said.

“Yeah, I hope this is okay because Ethan suggested that I talk to you tonight before you leave…but I’m going to ask Tara to marry me.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream

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I recently replayed MK11 and mah gawd Kuai Liang aka sub zero my boy not the new scorpion in mk1 which is ??!! whyyyyy did they do my boy like that smh. anyways I think the fixation on this fine man is back so why not make a sub zero x reader fic am I right hehehe

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no horni only fluff and maybe angst

You walk over the snowy stone tiles, the ice crystals glistening beneath your leathered soles. As you step on the snow, the crunching sound is stratifying to your ears. Your formal Lin Kuei attire drags behind your feet.

The heavy blizzard has been going on for four days, the same amount of days Kuai Liang was off on a mission with a couple of his subordinates and, of course, Frost.

You sniffle slightly, feeling the cold seeps through your hands, nose, and cheeks. You muffle a cough as you enter the temple. An apprentice ninja steps aside and bows to you.

You smile at them, bowing your head in return. You watch as they walk away, and you silence another cough by covering your mouth.

It is your duty as the consort of the grandmaster to be strong, and tenacious; to take care of the Lin Kuei as if Kuai Liang is right here.

You pass by the training area, watching as the younglings' harsh training has just begun. Their loud battle cries ring over the storm.

You smile to yourself as you keep going into the empty hallways of the temple when a sudden sharp cough escapes you. You lean on the wall, feeling your breath shorten and pricking pain between your ribs. You cough again, getting dizzy in the process.

You groan in pain as you straighten yourself, " it's just a cold. Pull yourself together, Y/n."

Eventually, you reach the kitchen, and the warm air oozing from the kitchen challenges the hiemal temperature of the empty hallway.

You scan the staff working with efficiency to prepare the best meals for the Lin Kuei fighters.

A maid notices you enter the kitchen and immediately pauses,

"Oh, consort, y/n. what brings you to this humble place."

you smile kindly at them," No need for formality, just checking in. Are the staff low on any sustenance." you reach with your hand over your mouth, worried a sharp cough or sneeze to escape you.

"I don't think so. We're serving rice and salted fish with sou-"

a loud cough rings in the kitchen as you put your hand over your aching chest, coughing, angry at your body for failing you at this moment.

The maid guides you to a wooden chair by a table and sets you down.

"I'll -um, I'll fetch you some herbal tea."

you nod as the stinging pain in your chest subsides and finally disappears.

Not long after, the maid brings you a steamy cup of tea. You glance at the dark liquid. It reminds you of how Kuai Liang likes to brew tea and discuss important decisions over a cup- well, maybe not a cup, but a whole pot of tea-

That reminds you, the tea set in his command chamber is probably empty.

"Maybe he'll come back soon?" you think to yourself 

"No...he won't risk the life of anyone in this blizzard." a doubting voice offers its reason within you.

"Maybe he was injured?"

"I hope he's alright." You look at your hands, squeezing them, the tips of your fingers chilly and cold.

Nonetheless, you stand from your seat and order a maid to prepare a tea pot.

On your way to the command chamber, you sniffle, taking a freezing deep breath, which causes the ache in your chest to emerge again, almost causing you to drop the tray with the tea.

"Where are you, Kuai?" feeling overwhelmed and angry at your weakened body, you call for your absent partner.

You enter the chamber and slide the door closed. The whistling wind muffled within the sturdy walls of the room.

You replace the empty cold teapot with the hot one when you notice some of the tea cups have remains of dark green tea at the bottom.

"Oh, he'll diffidently be angry if he saw that." you chuckle to yourself, mental pictures of a frowning Kuai surface in your mind.

Immediately, you put the dirty cups on the tray with the cold pot and put the fresh set on the table.

You look around the room. Serene and calm contradicting the wailing sound of the wind outside. You glance at a kunai at the table, left or maybe forgotten. Reaching with your hand, you scan the blue cloth wrapped around the hilt with the Lin Kuei symbol carved on the metal.

Yet another painful cough escapes you. You sit on one of the chairs, waiting for the pain in your chest to simply disappear.

You exhale, hand over your chest when the door slides open.

Your e/c eyes meet with deep brown ones. the soft orbs you have been longing to see for days.

You watch as Kuai Liang's frown dissolves into a poker face. His mask and jet-black hair were covered in snow, thawing at room temperature.

You stand from your chair with a composed smile and utter ", Grandmaster."

He takes his off mask and takes a step toward you, though he pauses.

"Frost," he addresses Frost, standing by the door.

" we can discuss the possibilities when the men are well rested." his deep, sultry voice cascades over your ears, causing your heart to race in your ribcage, and warmth spreads all over your body.

Oh, how much you have missed this man.

"but grandmaster-" Frost protested

He turns to her, his broad shoulders to you," Frost, give your body the respect it deserves. We've been in this blizzard for four days. The men need to regain their energy."

"Then we can discuss-" yet again she protests, only to be interrupted by his demanding voice, "You're dismissed."

She snarls at his demanding voice, looks at you, and closes the door as she leaves.

You don't wait for him to turn around. You fully embrace him, burring your face into his back. Your hands over his chest, feeling the calm beating of his heart.

A deep chuckle escapes him as he turns around in your embrace," I've missed you too."

Large arms encase you as he pulls you closer to his chest. He buries his nose into your h/c hair, taking a deep breath, breathing you in.

"you scared me, Kuai. I trust your abilities, but," you utter, looking up at your partner, sadness lacing your voice.

He cups your right cheek with his right hand, caressing your skin with his thumb.

"shush, I'm here, y/n, with you."

he delicately grips your chin and leans to your level. Cold lips connect with yours.

 Though it lasts only seconds, you feel safe in his embrace, forgetting all about the aching pain in your chest and body.

He breaks away and walks toward the door, "Come, I don't think it will be appropriate if one of the men barged in here."

You pout, feeling the lingering warmth in your stomach disperse ", But I got your tea."

You walk to the tea set and open the lid, the steam escaping its ceramic cage.

He crosses his arms, waiting for you by the door," we can take the tea with us."

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Alright, alright. Just don't complain when it's over-brewed."

You cover back the teapot and walk to the door. With your spouse walking next to you, the cold empty hallways feel much more welcoming than the past four days.

You want to reach for his hand, hold it, and never let it go. But Kuai Liang is a man who has respect for his position. The grandmaster nor his consort can't be seen in any ignominious way.

You reach your shared bedroom, the sound of this obstinate storm still occurring outside.

"This damned blizzard." you curse as you take off your shoes. Afraid; the carpet will get dirtied by the snow stuck to your footwear.

Before you know it, you are scooped off the ground into Kuai's embrace. A sudden yelp escapes you as you circle your arms around his neck.

"Kuai Liang! Put me down this instant." you try to sound serious between your chuckles.

His deep chuckles resonate through his chest as he looks up at you with a teasing smile," or what?"

You bite your lip, a laugh escaping you.

Unfortunately, you feel the gradual pain in your chest surfacing back again.

He puts you down and cups your face with both hands and kisses you deeply.

You break off the kiss, taking a breath, only for him to kiss you more.

"Kuai," you call him, hand over his chest to stop him.

"you're going to get yourself sic-" you cough, and cough. Your chest tightens and contracts. You kneel on the floor, gasping for air, raspy noises escaping your throat.

Kuai Liang kneels next to you, deep concern on his face, as he watches his spouse groan in pain and clutch their chest.

The pain withdrew away back into nothingness. You look at your partner's shocked glare.

"I'm going to get the physician." he declares, only for you to stop him.

" No! No. Not now." you plead, gaining an angry look from him.

"What?"

"The people are already suffering from this blizzard. I can't be seen weak." you calmly explain, feeling the blood rush to your face.

"The younglings are training in this blizzard, and the grandmaster consort caught the cold. What will your image be? What will mine be?" you cough into your hand, slumped on the floor, feeling defeat.

"Y/n, what is this? Didn't you hear me talk with Frost?" Kuai Liang Stands up, only for you to grab his pants.

"Please, Kuai. Just for today." Your e/c eyes well up as you look at your partner in plea.

He closes his eyes, muttering under his breath before he gets to your level and carries you.

"Only for today," he repeats as he walks to the bed and lays you down slowly.

"only for today." You nod, repeating your words.

"Get some sleep, y/n." he brushes your h/c hair back before he pulls the covers over you.

"won't you join me?"

he snickers, shaking his head as he walks to the other side of the bed. He has taken off his bandana and top vest before he joins you in the bed.

You kiss him on the cheek as he slides close to you, his body chilly though not displeasing.

"Thank you, Kuai," you mumble as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and drift into needed sleep.

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I wanted to write more but I don't know.. felt like this is a good ending? . if u wanna me to write something for u hit me up. I looked up the mortality causes of cold weather and third cause is raspatory diseases so I was gonna do an " Arthur Morgan from rdr2" but that would be so cruel so I chose just a serious case of the flu. I mean after all they're humans just a little more powerful, right?

#mortal kombat #mk11 #sub zero #subzero x reader #mk sub zero #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #mk 11 x reader #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat 11 #sub zero kuai liang x reader

[pumpkinologists]

The Cookie Process

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You and Spencer decide to make cookies

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

Sounds of confusion and kitchen utensils clanging together in the kitchen would be the first sound someone would hear if they walked through the door. Currently, you and Spencer were working on making cookies. Although the unmixed concoction that sat in the bowl looked like a horrible ratio between ingredients. 

You were shaking your head as you read the recipe that was pinched between your flour-covered fingers. Spencer, how many teaspoons of salt did you put in there?" You looked into the bowl and back at the yellowed paper. "Teaspoons?" Spencer stopped looking for whatever he was looking for.

"Spencer!" You groaned and set the recipe down on the messy counter. "What? Was it supposed to be teaspoons? I could have sworn it said tablespoons." He reached over you and picked up the sheet off the counter. He scanned over the words, and his eyes went wide. "Oh, come on. I could have sworn it said table, not tea," he mumbled to himself with a frustrated groan. 

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you picked up a stick of butter. "It's fine." You shrugged and sighed lightly. Spencer was frowning as he watched you put the stick of butter into the bowl. "Maybe it'll help balance out the vanilla you spilled," he grumbled, searching the counter for something again.

You gasped and put a hand over your heart, pretending like he had offended you deeply. "That was an accident," you pouted, and you nudged your shoulder with his. He huffed and started to measure out the brown sugar.  

After the salt mishap, he seemed to be reading the instructions more carefully and talking to you a lot less. You pouted, crossing your arms. You stared at Spencer. "Why'd you stop talking?" you asked. He only shrugged defiantly. You rolled your eyes at him. "Well, if you don't start talking soon I'm going to take egg cracking privileges away from you." you threatened walking to the fridge and taking out two eggs. 

Spencer froze and gasped dramatically. "But you promised I could crack them!" He turned around to look at you, a measuring cup full of brown sugar in hand. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows. "Nuh uh. I did no such thing."

His face looked like you had just stolen something precious from him. "Uh, yes, you did," he countered. His facial expression was challenging. "You said, and I quote," he cleared his throat. "'I promise you can crack the eggs, okay, Spence?'" he said slowly, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

You glared at him, cursing his stupid eidetic memory. He walked over to you, plucked the two eggs right out of your hands, and smiled. "Thank you very much." You continued to stare holes in his back as he placed the eggs on the marble and picked his cup of brown sugar back up.

Spencer usually wasn't wrong, and on the rare occasion he was, he would just go silent. You and him were the same in that aspect, so right now you just stood frozen in place. You could practically see the smirk on his face right now, even with his back turned to you.

Accepting your defeat, you walked beside Spencer. You looked at him, jutting out your bottom lip. He didn't look up or even acknowledge your presence. With a sharp inhale you crossed your arms. "Spencer." a grunt only came from the man as he was now focused on cracking the two eggs. 

A light scowl adorned your face, and you watched his movements. "Talk to me." He stopped mid-motion and looked up at you. "No." He refused, and his attention was on the egg again. "You're no fun." You felt like a little kid. He started to mix the ingredients. "I'll talk to you on one condition." He looked up from the bowl, still stirring.

Your eyes lit up. "What is it?" you asked hopefully. He tried to repress a laugh. "You have to clean up!" He made it sound like you were about to receive the most amazing gift in the world. You frowned, "What? No." He was now looking back down at the bowl. Well, I guess Im not talking," he continued to pay attention to his mixing, while you sat and watched him, frowning when you realized he wasn't bluffing. Finally, you had enough. 

Making a sound of defiance, you gave in. "Fine. I'll clean." you muttered sadly, looking down at the ground. "What was that?" Spencer finished stirring, setting the spoon down next to the bowl. You shook your head with a scoff. "You heard me." he shook his head back, "I did not hear you." he raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the counter. 

A whine left your lips. "Don't make me say it again. Please." He only shrugged and looked away from you, crossing his arms. You pouted and took a deep breath. "I'll clean." You didn't look at him as he let out a small laugh. "I knew I could get you to say it." He grinned triumphantly and began to pull the baking sheet over to him.

Before he could scoop out a ball of cookie dough, you reached over and took some out yourself, eating it before he could say anything. He looked from you to the bowl and gulped anxiously. "Hey! You're not supposed to eat it raw." You only smiled deviously. He said your name seriously. "I'm serious. one in twenty-thousand eggs has salmonella! You could accidentally kill yourse—" you cut him off with a laugh. 

"Why are you laughing? This is," he said, creased his eyebrows, and sighed. "This is serious." You stopped laughing and looked up at him, saying, "Spencer. In all my years of eating cookie dough, I have not gotten sick once." You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at the terrified expression on his face.

"But the CDC says—" your cut him off again  and took some of the cookie dough from the bowl again. "Who cares what the CDC says? Live a little." Spencer shook his head when you pushed the chunk of cookie dough towards his face. "No. I'm not risking anything." he took your wrist into his hand and tried to pull it away from his face. 

You chuckled and resisted his grip. Please, Spence, just try it." He still shook his head, trying to get the dough away from his face. "I would never lie to you. I promise it's fine." Spencer continued to say no, pushing your hand away every time it came close to his face.

Sighing, you set your hand down at your side and pouted. "Fine, I guess I'll be the only fun one around here." You mumbled and brought your hand up to put the chunk of cookie dough in your mouth again. Spencer's eyes widened, and he put out his hands and said, "Stop!" His eyes were darting everywhere, trying to get you to stop eating the raw dough. 

"Look," he said, trying to come up with a reasonable way to make the situation better. He gulped nervously and slowly started. "If I try some, will you stop?" His eyes were wide as he watched your reaction. You smiled brightly and nodded your head.

Still smiling, you scooped a piece out of the bowl. You handed it to him, and he took it between his fingers. He started at it and gulped nervously. He looked back at you, and you nodded encouragingly.

He was hesitant when he brought the chunk to his lips, inserting it into his mouth like it would explode at any second. You watched intently, a smile on your lips. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows as he chewed. His eyes, which were shut tightly, slowly started to open, and his expression was filled with surprise when the taste coated his tongue.

He finished chewing and swallowed, his face confused. Seeing this, you grinned widely and clasped your hands together. He watched you silently, not saying a word. "See! I told you!" You put your hands on your hips and watched him shake his head. "Just because it tastes good doesn't outweigh the fact that it is extremely harmful to digest," he tried to argue.

"Oh, it totally outweighs the danger," you said with a mouthful. He seemed to be staring at the bowl now. He looked like he was about to start salivating if he didn't get another bite, but he was too stubborn to prove you right. "Oh, come on, Spence," you said, looking at him holding up a piece in front of him. "You know you want more."

He looked away from you, then looked back with a defeated expression. He sighed, but then a faint smile came onto his lips. "You know what." He took your wrist into his hand and pulled your finger to his mouth, eating the cookie dough right out of your hand. He spoke with his mouth full. "You're right. The taste does outweigh the danger."

He swallowed and smiled. "And the salt really did balance out the vanilla."

#fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff

[count-alucard-tepes]

King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

#ooc #one piece #charlotte katakuri #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece king #beast pirates #big mom pirates #lunarians #king x reader #fanfic #wano kuni #land of wano #whole cake arc #whole cake island

[aalyssah]

Secret Ingredient

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Body parts in food!

Word Count: 860

Summary: You and Hannibal bake cookies and Hannibal adds his secret ingredient.

A/N: I don't know why I thought about this. Hope You Enjoy!

Hannibal came downstairs after getting dressed in his pajamas, which were his boxers, and made his way to the kitchen. You two just went to the store to get ingredients for cookies.

You've been having a sweet tooth lately and after days of begging, he agreed. Hannibal isn't one for sweet things, more rather than human parts, but if you want something, you'll get it.

Hannibal walked in, watching you tie an apron that said, 'Kiss the cook.' Hannibal smirked and kissed you. His hands went down to your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. You stopped him by pushing him away.

"Calm down babe, we have to cook the cookies." Hannibal ignored you, kissing down your neck still. "Babe! Stop!" He let out a groan and backed away. You grabbed the hair tie off your wrist and put your hair in a low bun.

"Are you ready to make cookies?!" The excitement filled your body as you looked at everything on the counter. "Sure, if that means I get sex." You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. "We're gonna use my grandma's old recipe. Is that okay with you?"

You asked, making sure he was fine with it. "Do whatever you'd like, baby." You got a bowl out the cabinet before adding your things. "So, 2 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda you stopped, waiting for him to add the things.

He used the measuring cup and added the right amount before looking at you to continue. "A little bit of Salt, 2/3 cup of sugar, and 3/4 cup of brown sugar." Hannibal rushed to grab all different fractions of measuring cups to get the things.

"Sorry if I'm going too fast." You chuckled, putting your phone down and getting the 3/4 cup. He added the sugar and salt while you added the brown sugar. "I have to go get something, I'll be back." Hannibal then left, going upstairs, probably to use the bathroom or something. You shrugged your shoulders, adding the rest of the ingredients.

2 eggs, 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract, and lastly, CHOCOLATE CHIPS! You went crazy, adding half in the bag. Hannibal came back down, with his hands behind his back, almost like he was hiding something. He cocked his eyebrows, when looking at the bowl. "Was all those chocolate chips necessary?" You looked at him like he was crazy.

"You could never go wrong with chocolate chips!" You said, sounding offended. You reached to turn on the cake mixer, but he stopped you. "Go sit down and get a movie ready, yeah?" You nodded your head rushing to the living room, wanting to see a new movie that came out.

He turned on the cake mixer and looked at you, sitting on the couch, making sure you weren't looking before adding his special ingredients. He smiled as he watched his 'ingredients' form a red color in the brown mixture. All he could hope was it wouldn't be noticeable after baking them.

Once he figured the batter mixed well enough, he dipped a finger in and tasted it. Tasted like chocolate cookies with a mixture of a sweet, beefy taste. He almost moaned at the taste, but soon remembered why he was cooking it. He oiled a pan and poured the batter in. He turned the oven on 375° and threw the bowl in the sink.

He smiled, walking over to him and watching the movie. You looked over at him and scrunched your eyebrows in question. "What's got you so excited?" Hannibal wasn't one to always be smiley, so when he is, there's either something wrong or he's happy. "I can't wait for the cookies." That was all he said, before watching the movie.

The time went off and you both rushed to the kitchen. Chocolate chips filled the kitchen as you opened the oven with the mitten. "They look so good!" Hannibal grabbed a plate and placed some cookies on it. "Have the first taste." He offered and handed you one. You took a big bite and stopped chewing mid way.

It tasted like chocolate, but there was something else in it that you didn't know. "Han, these cookies taste weird." Hannibal just smiled at you. "Do you like them?" You took another bite and chewed again, but soon bit into something chewy and it wasn't the cookie. You spit it out on the counter and what you saw next terrified you. It was a human finger, laying in the cookie.

Your eyes were big as you inspected it. "Hannibal what the fuck?!" You knew this was him because you don't even eat humans. You rushed to the sink, rinsing out your mouth, trying to get the taste off your tongue.

Hannibal grabbed a cookie and took a huge bite, moaning at the taste. "These are so good." You turned around, giving him a death glare. "I can't believe you just fed me a human finger!" You said, in disgust rushing upstairs to brush your teeth.

"It's just my secret ingredient." Hannibal said, taking the finger out of your cookie and eating it.

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[hopeless-romanceb]

Castlevania Dracula x Reader

(This is my first time writing anything like this if you have an characters in mind I'm open to writing about them. I might even write about them in present time also. Also lets be honest Dracula is hot)

Running that's all that's going on in your head. The sound of your feet hitting the forest floor is all you hear besides your harsh breaths and your heartbeat in your ears. You honestly don't know how long you have been running for all you knew is you have to get out of the forest or find somewhere to hide. There was a large mob behind you but you somehow outran them. It's still not safe in the forest though and you know longer know where you are or if you're near the Dracula's castle. You honestly don't even know where the mob went.

After what seemed like you've been running forever you finally stopped to take a breather. Taking deep breaths in to try and bring down your racing heart. You started to look around to see if you can find a way out but all you saw was trees. After thinking over it for a little bit you decided to head straight. After 10 minutes or so of walking the trees started to clear a little bit. You started to get excited a bit because you could see the edge of the forest. Seeing the edge of the forest you started walking faster.

Not really understanding if fate was on your side or what but when you got to the end of the forest there was Dracula's castle just past a the lake. You started to run across the little bridge to the castle. All you wanted was to be in your lovers arms again. You want to feel his gentle touches and his soft kisses on your forehead. After what feels like forever you finally reached the castle doors. Yanking the door open you slipped through the small crack you made in the door.

Leaning against the doors you finally realized just how exhausted you were. Your legs were burning, your legs hurt from running so much. Closing your eyes you slowly started to slide down the door. Dracula saw you sitting on the floor in front of the door. He instantly felt something was wrong. He could hear your racing heart and your hard breathing. "What's wrong my love" he said in his deep velvety voice. Snapping your eyes open you looked up at him instead of replying to him you jumped up and hugged him so tight.

He instantly wrapped his arms around you. Through your tears you said "I got chased by a mob. T-They thought I was a witch. I-I lost them while running in the forest. I was so scared." You snuggled your face into his chest more. "I'm sorry beloved I should have went with you. Did any of them hurt you? I swear I'll kill anyone who hurt you." He gently pulled away from you to see if you had any injuries. "They didn't hurt me I ran before any of them could do anything to me. Can we please go lay down I'm so exhausted from running."

Dracula gently lifted you in his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck snuggle your face in it and inhaling deeply. His woodsy scent immediately calming you down. Whenever you were in his arms walking around it felt like you were floating. After going up a couple stairs and going through a couple hallways you finally made it to your bedroom. "I'm going to set you down so I can run you a bath. Is that okay love?" he asked in a soft tone. "Yeah that's fine." you mumbled back.

Dracula set you down on the bed as soft as he could. You sighed as soon as you hit the bed finally relaxing a little bit more than you were before. Your muscles were so sore and screaming at you for how much you ran today. Dracula came back into the bedroom after he was done filling the bath with warm water and some bath salts to help relax your muscles. He saw how you were sprawled out on the bed looking completely warn out so he decided to help you bath. He lifted you once more in his arm and headed back into the bathroom.

He carefully look your clothes off being mindful of his sharp nails. After taking all your clothes off he helped you into the tub where you slowly lowered yourself in. The warm water felt great on your muscles and the smell from the bath salts is so calming. While you were relaxing in the water Dracula grabbed some soap and lathered some onto a rag. Starting with your arms he ran the rag gently over your skin until the dirt and whatever else on your skin came off. While he was scrubbing you clean he looked again for any injuries just to double check that you were okay.

Once Dracula was done washing all the dirt off your body he moved onto your hair where he pulled out a couple sticks that were suck in your hair and a couple leaves too. Being careful with his nails he ran the soap onto your scalp and gently started to massage your head. When he was done bathing you he pulled you up from the bath and wrapped you in a towel. Wiping all the water from your body and the water from your hair. Leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and neck he started to get you dress for bed.

Picking you up again he walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom. Setting you on the bed he took his cape off and set it on the chair next to the desk. Just as you were about to sleep he slid in beside you and wrapped his arms around you. "Goodnight beloved." he whispered in your ear while leaving light kisses behind your ear. "Goodnight love" you whispered back.

(I hoped you enjoy this. Let me know if I made any mistakes. I will also take requests if you have any. Much love<3)

#dracula #castlevania #dracula x reader #romantic #cuddles #vlad tepes

[givemea-dam-break]

hey i have a request for lockwood x reader! where maybe the reader hasn’t ever learned how to dance, and lockwood ends up teaching her for a case or just randomly??

a/n: oh how i love this idea. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!!

warnings: none gn reader

"I don't understand why it's at all relevant that I'm able to dance."

Lockwood laughs from his armchair, momentarily looking away from his magazine. "We've been invited to a party in the building we're stealing something from. We have to look somewhat natural. Besides, you're going to stay back and be a distraction. What better way to distract than to dance with someone?"

"I can list a few ways," you grumble, beginning to count them off on your fingers. "Activate salt sprinklers, release rabid dogs from the shelter, go streaking, arson -"

"And yet I don't think you'd like to do any of those." He pauses. "I also don't want you doing any of those. Especially streaking."

"I for one would be happy to commit arson."

"No time for joking, (name), we've a heist to plan."

He grins at you and, despite the sly glint in his eyes, you smile, too. It fades as soon as he puts his magazine down and stands, reaching out a hand.

"Oh, no, no, I can dance just fine. I don't need practice."

"You are hopeless at dancing."

"Then get Lucy to be the distraction!"

All of a sudden, you're pulled onto your feet. Lockwood's hand holds yours tightly, not enough to hurt, and no matter how many times you try to pull it away, he doesn't let go.

"Lucy would scare everyone off - she's not the friendliest of people."

"I'll have you know that I'm not the friendliest either."

He eyes the hand you're about to shove him with, gently grabs it to prevent the action, and laughs. "That I can see, but more people like you. Lucy agrees."

"I hate you both."

"Come on. Just a little practice."

It's not like you have much choice. He switches on an old speaker, already set up with a CD of some sort, and quiet music flows from it as he turns back to you. His smile is softer now, more private, as he places your arms over his shoulders The moment he touches your waist, sparks shoot up your body, and your skin feels hot.

"How do you even know how to dance?" you ask as he begins to sway, taking you with him.

"Well, this is literally just moving from foot to foot. A three-year-old could do this." His laugh makes your blood feel like it's been ignited. "My mum used to dance with me when I was little. Nothing advanced, barely anything more than what we're doing now."

The answer takes you by shock a little. Lockwood tries to avoid talking about his family as much as possible, so even this little insight into his family is a big step for him - for you both. You feel honoured that he's even decided to tell you.

He's right, though, it's not a complicated dance at all. Slowly, you both turn, still swaying from foot to foot, and he even throws in a spin, twirling you under his arm. You find yourself laughing despite your hesitance to practice.

With cases flooding in, and most nights spent actually completing them, you don't get much time to really spend time with Lockwood, so you're grateful for it now.

You try not to focus on how it feels to have his hands holding you close, or the feeling of his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. His smile is dazzling and it has butterflies swarming in your stomach, and, even through your woollen jumper, you can feel the heat of his hands.

Maybe it's the feeling of being so comfortable with him that lets you rest your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of him, you smile happily.

"I wouldn't recommend doing that with any other dance partners," Lockwood says. His voice sounds breathy.

"Why not?" you murmur playfully.

His fingers twitch on your waist. You can feel his breath tickling your ear. "I think I'd get a little jealous."

"Anthony Lockwood? Jealous? Never!"

He laughs, pulling you closer.

It's not like your feelings for each other are unknown. Both of you know how the other feels, but nothing has come of it yet. You've both been too busy with cases and trying to get an acceptable amount of sleep to be able to function, but the feelings have always been there, waiting patiently to go that small step forward.

Now, with your chests pressed together as you sway softly, it feels like you might implode, desperate for that step.

When the music ends, neither of you moves. Your arms stay looped around his neck, and his hands are still firmly planted on your waist. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your own.

Pulling your head from his shoulder, you smile. "I think I'll be a great distraction tonight."

His eyes flicker across your face. "Well, you've been a great one many times before."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Do."

Your faces are impossibly close. A hair barely separates the two of you. You don't miss the way his gaze lingers on your lips.

"Lockwood?"

"Mm?"

"Kiss me, won't you?"

He doesn't even hesitate. He barely has to move before his lips are on yours, and his soul encompasses yours. It's exhilarating, relieving, and you can't get enough of it. Now, finally being able to feel his kiss, it's like there's an insatiable hunger within you. You never want to stop.

But you do, breathing heavily as you look up at him.

"We should have dance practice more often," he says, grinning.

"Perhaps we should."

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[oblivious-idiot]

HI- so I was wondering if you could do a Lockwood x reader where she comes home early in the morning and collapses as soon as she steps foot into the apartment and worries everyone (but if affects Lockwood the most)? Thanks :) ❤️

Patching Up

Warnings: mentions of injury, hurt/comfort, pining, teasing, fluff <3

Word count: 1k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

All throughout your childhood, especially since working as an agent, you never had any help when you got injured, your parents never really caring for your wellbeing as long as you were bringing them cash. You were never sure on how to open up about the whole thing, but you did notice how much Lockwood worried about you whenever you returned from a case bloodied and bruised.

Of course, if you were obviously injured it was hard to escape the situations where your colleagues turned into trainee doctors, especially Lockwood. He wasn't the best at tending wounds that was for certain, but you couldn't make yourself push him away, because most of the time you needed the care. Although you knew it was selfish, but seeing Lockwood wanting to care and tend to your wounds made your heart ache. Was this what it was like to have someone love you?

Tonight's case was one of your most dangerous yet, with multiple encounters from Type Two ghosts, many of which the team didn't have much experience with dealing firsthand. The agency had taken a job in which to clear out an old country house that had been empty for over a decade due to a series of deaths from small group of ghosts, your employer being kind enough to tell you very little about. With the wide range of Talents your group had - Lucy being a Listener, Lockwood having Sight, while you and George were best at Touch - you would think that you'd all be pretty well off when it came to battling Ghosts.

Of course, that was never the case, tonight especially. While Lockwood and George took care of the Sources, you and Lucy dealt with the Visitors - though they were a lot more powerful than you were used to handling. The Ghosts were Spectres, angry ones at that, and they were not happy to have the living there at all. After a long night of throwing salt bombs and being thrown around, George and Lockwood finally secured the Sources and the house went quiet.

Dawn had arrived when the cab pulled up outside 35 Portland Row, everyone dragging themselves out of their seated positions to head up to the house. "You did great today y/n," Lockwood called out behind to you, though you didn't feel great, but you stumbled up the front steps into the house. You must've stood up or gone up the steps too quickly because practically as soon as you placed down your kit bag in the hall you began to feel dizzy, and before you knew you crashed onto the cold hard floor.

"George, will you go grab a glass of water? For when she wakes up?" Lockwood said, worry tainting his voice "Lockwood, why don't you go get the first aid kit? I'll keep an eye on her" Lucy's voice calm and soft. You groaned and your hand lifted to the side of your head where it has collided with the floor, you could feel the swelling under your fingers "What happened?" you croaked out as you opened your eyes to see that you were laid on the couch in the living room. "You passed out practically as soon as we came home, gave us a right fright" George said as he came back in the room with your glass of water, Lucy helping you sit up on the couch, you winced as your hand clutched your side. "Y/n! Oh thank goodness you're awake!" Lockwood beamed as he rushed into the room before his eyes met your pained expression and hand on your abdomen "What happened?"

"I'm fine, really. It's probably just a scratch and the adrenaline from the case has worn off." you finally say as you sat up fully, giving your team a pained smile. "You're clearly not fine y/n," Lucy says, her voice sounding more worried as she knelt beside you "Do you mind if I take a look?" "Do I have a choice in the matter?" You joked as she slowly lifted up your shirt to reveal a large gash across your side "Bloody hell y/n, how did you do that!?" Lockwood said as he rushed to your side, first aid kit in hand "I- I don't know, I was too caught up with those Spectres to notice. It was probably when I got thrown into that glass cabinet" that comment didn't do you any favours though "you got thrown into a glass cabinet!?" cried both Lockwood and George.

After Lucy cleaned you up the best you could, you hobbled upstairs to your room so you could shower, letting them all know you'd be okay and you'd put on a fresh bandage when you were done. You noticed you'd gained a fair few new cuts and bruises from this case, cursing as the hot water hit your broken skin. Taking you by surprise was Lockwood waiting for you in your room when you were emerged from the shower "Anthony, why are you still awake?" you called to him which directed his eyes to you "hey.. sorry, I was worried and I just wanted to make sure you were okay" he let out, trying to hide his worry with one of his signature smiles.

You found out a fresh bandage from the first aid kit and sat down on the bed next to him "Trust me, worse has happened" you chuckle softly "Do you mind giving me a hand?" you ask as you hand him the bandage for your side "I- oh yeah of course" Lockwood replied as he took it in his hands, his cheeks glowing pink. You let out a sharp breath as you felt Lockwood's cold fingers graze your hot skin as he pulled up your top just high enough to see the cut. "Jesus, Lockwood, you could've warned me you were freezing" you joked as he placed the bandage over the cut, his fingers softly smoothing down the edges so they stuck "I'll make sure I warm them next time" he teased back as his eyes met with yours. His fingers slowly intertwined with yours, you could practically feel his breath on your lips "Promise me you'll be more careful next time y/n" "But then how else are you going to practice your medical skills?" you teased before he pulled you into a soft kiss.

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[gasolineghuleh]

For your nsfw drabble request… Soft dom!Papa Copia praise kink while he fucks her over his office desk? 🥴

i need to stop making these "drabbles" so long.

anyway, here's 2.4k of dom popia with a praise kink and a long cock. i'll come up with a name for it when i cross post it to ao3 later tomorrow lmao

cw: spanking, very light brief choking, teasing, does this count as double penetration?, derogatory language, praise kink, dom/sub

The office is swathed in silence as you consider Papa's proposal, his hands steepled underneath his chin and clad in his usual black leather gloves. Copia's even breathing is the only thing you can hear, beyond your black standard-issue shoes brushing against the plush carpet. You try and steady your heartbeat, the pulsating organ thudding away in your chest and the blush returning to your cheeks as another sly grin spreads across his face. There isn't even a need for conversation after the seductive invitation has been uttered - it sounds as alluring, and as inviting as a temptress luring an attractive man to her bed. Well, her desk, but the way he had said those words aloud like he has an ulterior motive - his breath warm on the shell of your ear, and the thought makes something within you ache. You are weak, and Copia is playing the game perfectly. If the infuriatingly sexy salt-and-pepper-haired bastard wants to fuck in his office while everyone else is attending classes or studying (in various positions, you're sure), who are you to complain?

He stands from the large seat behind his desk, almost sliding out with an eager slither of his figure and rounding it so he can approach you. Copia leans back against his desk and folds his arms across his chest, a self-sure smile on his painted face. He crosses one ankle over the other, leaning comfortably and confidently.

The crimson beneath your cheeks grows hotter, feeling his mismatched gaze roam up and down your body, and you stifle a heavy swallow as the seconds tick by. One look tells you everything he's thinking. You turn your eyes away, swallowing the growing lump of nerves in your throat, palms sweaty as they clutch the slim manila folder between two delicate and not at all clammy hands. Copia finally releases you from his stare and turns his head to the side slightly to sweep his leather-clad palm to the documents on his desk; white sheets over wood, inked with a fine ornate design and a large "IV" embossed on them.

"Add your dossier to the stack, Sister. Little birds are only useful if they sing, si?" he prompts, cocking one eyebrow at you. You nod and lean forward quickly, the spell finally broken by the verbalization of your duty to the new Papa-- a network of spies, perfectly implanted into the Sister Imperator's inner circle, and you, one of them. "Good girl." The praise settles deep in your gut with a sensation like a warm blanket, stoking the fire that's been roiling there ever since Papa's sly and unobtrusive proposal. Now that he's here, an inch away, with the office door closed and not even a Ghoul listening in, you feel an odd airy sort of light-headedness.

Papa leans forward slowly, testing the waters. There is no jumping back, no backing away as if burned by fire. Instead, there is a growing tightness in the space between your hips and an audible intake of breath. It is enough for Papa to dip down, running the tip of his nose along the smooth, gentle curves of your neck and inhaling deeply. A gentle nudge in the space below your ear causes you to stutter out a ragged breath, another deep inhale and Copia growls lightly at your neck, one hand coming to land gentle on your upper thigh.

"Are you my good girl?" he croons, breath hot and heavy, tinged with the slight hint of black tea. When you nod shakily he huffs out a soft laugh again, pulling back slightly as his hand travels farther upward. "I want to see your face," Copia says, his voice low, "when I touch you for the first time."

As soon as you make a sound his hand is at the junction of your legs, pressing directly between your thighs with little room to escape; the sensation alone makes your lips part in a silent plea for more. His fingers flex and you quake, the growing wet patch on his leather glove only making his smugness more apparent. His tongue moves to wet his lips again, this time in anticipation of things to come, eyes dark and his jaw tight as he stares down at you.

"Come on, tesoro mia. Come lean on Papa's desk. Let's see if I can't make you ruin some paperwork from the Sister Imperator, eh?" he winks and brings his hand to your chin, tilting your face up gently until you stand and guiding you against his desk. Your hands hit the surface at the same time that your knees bonk into the hard paneled wood-- it's loud and effective, but doesn't make your knees sting or ache. "Be a good little girl, and tell me what you want, now." Every word from Papa, every touch, every glance, feels like it's on direct course with your ability to think, leaving you dripping in your habit and wondering how many people he gets off on the regular when he's this damn good. Another finger pressing at the soaked fabric above your pussy, slipping with ease against the wetness Copia has been building up in you.

"I want you, Papa," you say, resisting the urge to wriggle your hips against him. Copia's hips press against your ass, the not so subtle bulge of his cock perfectly in line with you. The urge to be filled, to feel him in you, to forget the words to your prayers-- you feel so incredibly warm.

"Yes, tell me," he prompts, rocking his hips once more against your ass, urging the words out of your mouth. "Tell me what you want." His hands claps down on your ass, kneading the muscle there as his breathing deepens. Copia's hips roll against you in fluid motions, becoming more and more desperate and intentional as the seconds tick by. Your breathing is harsh, you can hear it in the quiet of the room as Papa leans forward, placing a kiss to the exposed skin at your neck. There are so many feelings racing through your bloodstream, and Copia's tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of your skin has your brain sparking everywhere.

"Touch me, Papa," you whimper, moving your head back just enough to sink into his feather-light kisses as his fingers continue to brush against the sensitive spot between your legs. Another self assured chuckle rumbles from his chest as his fingers slip below the elastic band of your panties, flipping your habit up over your ass with his other hand.

"Please me, then," he groans softly in a baritone voice as he sweeps his tongue over your pulse point at the same time that his fingertips brush the place you need him most.

Your own fingers dig into the finished wood beneath you as Copia laughs, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the glistening folds of your cunt. He uses two fingers to slip further in, spreading your wetness to your bundle of nerves with little hesitation. Papa's fingers play against you in a tantalizing dance that tells you yes... yes, he was built for this, wasn't he? You push your body back into the movements of his hips, his belt buckle jingling from the motions, and the hardness you could feel before is even more evident now. Suddenly, your mind swims with all the ways you could please him, wanting to show that, out of all of the Sisters of Sin, Copia has chosen the best partner for tonight... his good girl.

"How, Papa?" you prompt him, slinking your hands forward to grip at the edge of the desk, just in front of the empty leather chair that he usually preoccupies. His fingers run gently from your entrance to your clit, mismatched eyes watching with enjoyment as you jolt every time he finds the delicate little nub.

"By letting me fuck you until you're full with the Papal lineage, Sister." The answer, lewder than you expect it to be, forces a moan out of you, timed perfectly with the head of Papa's cock rutting against you through his pants. "Is that what you want?" he asks, leaning over you again and running his leather clad fingers through your hair, petting you. "Would that make you a happy, giggly little cum slut?"

"Sathanas, Papa, yes!" The words feel simultaneously like both a plea and an admission. His fingers find their rhythm, speeding up with each of your moans and taking your pleasure as his. You know he wants more, his mouth breathing open and heavy against your ear, his whispers of encouragement only adding fuel to the fire burning beneath your skin. You gasp out his name between ragged breaths, "D-do you want me, Papa? Please, tell me that you want me," you plead as your mind races. Want me, choose me, please me, the thoughts cycle through in an endless stream of desire.

"Of course I want you, mia dolce, I picked you for a reason. Tell me what you are, now, hm? Tell Papa." There's a rustle of cloth behind you and his hand roughly pulls your panties down until they bunch around your upper thighs.

"I'm your good girl, Papa," you manage to get out between trembling lips, the arousal coursing through your body in tremors. Your muscles are taut, clenched and held in place by sheer desire and arousal, at this point. You can feel your slickness on your inner thighs where the air kisses them, now that the soaked fabric of your panties has been slid down. You'd expected him to take them off - a moment of clarity amidst the lusty haze - but it's no matter. There's no time for him to remove the offending garment completely.

"You better keep your word," Papa huffs, his free hand moving to pet your head once more, "because birds that don't sing for me aren't worth their wings," he adds. Another slip of his fingers across your drenched slit and they reach between your legs. He makes a noise that you're not sure you can replicate - one of absolute hunger, a primal craving for what the two of you are about to, deep in the back of his throat-- a sound of claim... of ownership. "My good girls attend to Papa and my Ghouls, hm? No more Siblings? Or do you not want me to make you weak for me? For this?" His fingers tighten harshly in your hair, gripping it and forcing your face down onto the desk in the same instant that the head of his cock, now free of his pants, bumps against your entrance. You whimper against the wood and squirm against the sensation, already quivering, too close already.

His fingers tighten harshly in your hair and grip it so hard you almost think the leather might rip. There's a light sting there, the familiar pressure against your scalp as he exposes the back of your neck. The sight he must be looking at -- you -- sprawled out in such a state of desperation, back arched and skin of your neck sweaty, lips parted and a permanent blush of pink dusting your cheeks. He hums in appraisal, and you can practically feel his two-toned gaze as it drags along the length of your body.

"Beg," comes the simple command.

And you do.

When his cock finally slides inside of you, you groan for the whole length of it. Papa is generously endowed; more than long enough for him to be a problem if he got overexcited.

He slips a hand around your waist to keep you angled how he wants you, and you writhe in his grasp, trying to loosen the vice grip he's kept on your hair. You receive only another thrust in response, skin slapping against skin. You half-collapse onto the desk as Copia's left hand splays against your side, his free hand twisting in your hair. He fucks you with short thrusts, pulling almost completely out of you before grinding his hips back down. Each movement from the man above you serves a dual purpose: to seek out pleasure and to taunt and to tease you as he uses your body for the first time.

"You're doing so good, aren't you, sorella? Taking me so well, like this... Usually-" he cuts himself off with a particularly deep thrust, making you yelp. "-they can't take me from behind the first time. Such a beautiful pussy though..." Another series of sharp thrusts and you're already squirming underneath him, gasping and moaning through his movements. "Almost like you were made to be mine, isn't it?" You crane your head as far back as you can to let him know you're listening and nod, even as his hips continue moving. He fucks you slow and indulgent, pulling his cock out leisurely before rolling his hips back against you. The hand that was once tugging at your hair drops down to your back, rubbing it in what you can only assume is him rewarding you-- at least, it scratches your praise itch all the same.

"Beg for it, tesoro," he commands you again, his voice almost hazy in quality. The man draws his palm over your ass until his fingertips graze your opening, the sticky remains of your orgasm from when he fingered you not so long ago mixed with his pre-come. The coil in your gut tightens as he slips two digits in easily, using them to thrust in tandem with his cock. Pleas fall from your lips as you tip over the edge into your orgasm, your senses heightened until you can practically feel the veins in his cock inside of you. When you fight through the haze of pleasure to focus on his words, you realize he's praising you. "There you are, ragazza bella," he says between ragged breaths.

When you've come down from your high, there's a dull ache in your jaw from where you've clamped your mouth shut tight and possibly bit the inside of your cheek while you came. Papa's voice is suddenly loud in your ear, his breath, hot and needy, and his thighs and hips slamming against yours without mercy. It stings, it hurts, but even as your tender nerves complain at the unyielding assault of Copia's body, you know you've never felt better. "Such a good girl, you take me so well, yes? Here, see?"

The fingers inside you withdraw, and before you can feel a sudden emptiness, they're at your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers gratefully, swirling your tongue around them as you would a cock and moaning for him-- whatever it takes for him to fill you. Your eyes slip closed in pleasure and you can feel the distant pulse of another potential orgasm.

"Nuh, uh, uh..." Copia's mouth is suddenly at your ear, fingers encasing your throat and applying a warning squeeze to get your attention. "I want to see your face looking into my eyes when you're filled with my seed for the first time, cara mia. Everything you feel will be plain on that pretty face for me." Another wicked grin splits Papa's face as he tugs your hair. "A good face for a good girl, hm?"

With a pleased grunt, Copia's body arches back, the force of him holding onto your hips doubling, and then that second and so very unplanned orgasm has you white-knuckling the front edge of the desk again, your throat entirely given over to vocalizing your pleasure-- but no sounds come. Any moment your body will protest and cry and yet- the way he pinches at your clit and rocks his hips harder into you...

"Please," he breathes and then you feel the heat, filling you up, a sensation utterly foreign but entirely necessary. You can see nothing, hear nothing but your own heartbeat in your ears for a moment. "You should be so proud of yourself, Sister," he says, fingers releasing their grip on your hair and wrapping around the front of your throat. You can feel the thin layer of sweat clinging to the leather of his gloves and droplets cling to his nose when you peer over your shoulder at him. "You've been a delightful fuck to break in on my desk." His hand pats your ass gently, reassuringly.

"I didn't expect-"

Copia leans forward and presses another gentle kiss to your neck, silencing you, but it's something utterly unlike the earlier hungry affections. This one is warm, reverent, as he murmurs a final affection against your skin, "Not only have you pleasured me, cara, I find myself enraptured by you." He strokes your hair, and the moment seems oddly silent despite the thundering pulse you can feel under your fingertips.

He runs the flat of his tongue up the sensitive curve of your throat, causing you to writhe and clutch at his thighs still wrapped around you, fingers curling into the shiny material of his trousers as he dips his hips. His mouth ghosts to the shell of your ear, his hand moving back to your chin to tilt your head to the side. He slides a thumb into your mouth and a warm shudder runs down your back, your stomach coiling in arousal at how unbelievably dominating the move is. As if he isn't still buried inside of you with the throbbing remnants of an orgasm.

"Sucking on my fingers was a good thing, you know. Reminded me of a nice, pretty pussy. So willing, so very needy. I like submissive toys like you... You're so good at following instructions and taking me." His hand claps onto your ass one more time before he steps back, pulling out of you with a soft groan of lingering arousal and doing up the zipper of his pants.

The slow drip of his release between your thighs causes your cheeks to flare up in embarrassment. He wipes his fingers off with one of the tissues from the box on his desk, pulling a few more out to gently wipe your inner thighs and still soaking core. Finally, he presses a warm, flushed kiss to the swell of your ass.

"A sinfully delicious sight indeed. Now..." He pauses to wet his bottom lip in what you assume is either concentration or arousal-- you can't quite tell the difference. Your knees still tremble, feeling and breathing heavy, mind aching for more stimulation and release from this seemingly impossible tension in your body. "Stay." His command pierces the air, settling deep in your body, and you do what you're told.

#the band ghost fics #the band ghost ficlet #ghost bc fanfic #papa emeritus #lorraine writes #cardinal copia #copia #popia #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa 4 #era 4 #reader x papa #reader x papa emeritus #reader x copia

[ughgoaway]

I would kinda prefer it to be a seperate thing but I will love whatever you choose. Thank uou sm for answering🫶

I am quite good with hiding my problems and most of people don't notice anything 😭 Sorry I don't want to make anyone bad with this love yall 🫶

of course lovely!! I wrote it as a separate thing, and don't even worry about making people feel bad - I'm pretty sure everyone relates massively to what you said.

I hope what I wrote okay and that it's not too short <333

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you come home from work fucking exhausted, this week had been the longest of your life. every day was a new drama, and seemingly only you could fix each one.

and of course you did, putting out fires with a fake smile the while time. it got especially bad when you found out you have to do a presentation to the board next week, on top of all of your other tasks.

so you were stressed as fuck. And you knew next week would somehow be worse.

but you were determined to keep work and home separate, not bog matty down with your petty issues.

so when you come home to him making dinner in the kitchen, you really try and play it casual. you come up behind matty and give him a hug, burrowing your nose into his neck and breathing him in.

he jumps from the contact, but soon settles into your arms, stirring the pan and smiling as he speaks to you, "Hi sweet girl, missed you today. how was your day?" He drops the spoon and spins around in your arms, pulling you in close and happily humming at your presence.

"was alright," you lie, "happy to be home now though." You smile and pull back, looking up at matty, trying to feign happiness.

he seeks right through you. He was always able to read you like a book. which might seem endearing, and most days, it was. But times like this, it became an annoying skill.

"You sure you're okay, baby?" he says softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek gently.

you take a shaky breath before reassuring him again, "yeah. I'm fine. " Your fake smile and shaky breathing are giving you away.

and you know if matty asks one more time, you'll crumble.

he doesn't even have to speak, kust giving you a disbelieving look, and you break. eyes welling up and your lip shaking.

"Oh angel, c'mere," matty drags your body into his and hugs you tightly, noticing your body shuddering as you sob into his shoulder. he feels his shirt dampen and can't help but squeeze you tighter. pressing kisses to your head one after the other, desperate for you to stop crying.

eventually, the dark grey patch on his shirt stops growing, and your breathing evens out. you come out of his shoulder with a sniffle, staring at him with a dejected look on your face.

and matty can tell exactly what you're gonna say next, "ah ah ah. don't just say you're fine and wave me off. I'm here for you, my love. Let me look after you, hmm?"

you initially go to fight it, ready to insist that you're fine and just being dramatic. but this week had broken you down so much that you immediately nod, tearing up again just at his kind words.

"Oh angel, I know you're feeling really shit when you don't even try to fight me. how about I run you a bath? I'll light some candles and use that lavender bath salt you love. " he strokes your hair as he speaks. wiping tears with his other hand, swiping his thumb along your rosy red cheek.

"Yeah. that sounds really nice, thank you, baby. " You smile and hug matty again. Just his presence is already making you feel better.

"Of course darling, after you've relaxed for a bit, I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can figure out whatever is bothering you." matty feels you nodding against him and softly smiles to himself.

he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom, letting you sit on top of the toilet seat and watch him run your bath.

he adds bubble bath and froths it up before adding the bath salt, the scent of lavender permeating the air around you.

he grabs the candles from the cupboard next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he comes back up. you giggle lightly at the peck, and matty can't hide the proud smirk that comes across his face. making you happy will always make him giddy, looking after you was something he could never tire of.

he lights the candles around the bath, and you have to convince him not to run to the shop to get rose petals.

"matty, don't worry about that! it's already perfect, thank you." You stand and kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck and tugging him closer. your lips move together slowly. The kiss isn't full of lust or being driven by something deepee. it's simply full of love, two pairs of lips working against each other seamlessly.

with a soft, sleepy smile, you pull away, feeling slightly dazed from the kiss you had just shared. Teasingly, you begin pushing matty out the door, "Okay, time for you to get out, I'll be out in an hour to watch bake off together."

matty smiles as he walks backwards, tracing your face with his eyes. he holds his hands up in faux surrender, "alright, alright. let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nod and shut the door behind him, giving him a little wave as you do.

just as you turn back around, you hear the door click back open, you spin around to see mattys head poking around the corner. before you know it, he's pressing a quick peck to your lips and sneaking back out, "Bye, sweetheart!" You hear from the other side of the door, and you don't even bother to fight the Cheshire cat style smile that comes across your face.

an hour later, and with pruney fingers, you come out of the bathroom, dressed in fluffy pyjama bottoms and one of Matty's t-shirts that you had stolen been gifted.

"There she is! Nice bath, baby?" matty asks from the sofa, two steaming cups of tea in front of him. he lifts the blanket across his legs up and nods you into his side, and you immediately burrow in. he throws the blanket over the two of you and holds you close, rubbing up and down your arm soothingly.

It's about an hour later when matty asks you what's been happening. You've both had your teas and been very judgemental of everyone's baking skills on bake off, so there were no more distractions

"s'nothing, really. just stupid work. my manager has been off all week, and I've been doing everything whilst she's been gone. and now I've been told on Monday at 9 am that I'm making a presentation to the board of directors. and I just can't do it all, matty. I'm so fucking tired-" matty shushes you and wipes the tears you hadn't even noticed were falling.

"shh, it's okay, sweetheart. We'll figure it out, okay?" You nod sadly and sniffle. Matty gives you a sad smile before going into protective boyfriend mode.

"Right. Next week your manager should be back, and if she's not you're going to go to Mark and demand some help" you let out a whine of protest and matty lightly laughs before adding, "I know you hate Mark, but you need the help baby." You sigh, and matty knows he's got you. You really do need to speak to Mark.

"and you don't need to worry about the presentation. we have all weekend to perfect it and practice it as much as we can. I cancelled on Ross earlier anyway, so we can avoid his barbecue on Saturday and get this done"

your face drops as guilt overtakes you, "oh no. I'm so sorry! please don't cancel Ross, you can go! I'll be fine here, I just need to make a PowerPoint and some cards -"

matty shakes his head and cuts you off, "Nope. I'm staying to help, no matter what you say. Ross will have a thousand more barbecues that we can go to. Let's just focus on you and make you feel better this weekend, okay?"

you nod slowly, feeling unbelievably lucky that you've ended up with the man in front of you.

matty insists on finishing the abandoned dinner from earlier for the two of you, ordering you back to the sofa when you try to help. he does the dishes too, insisting you "just sit there and look pretty sweetheart."

you have to convince him not to physically carry you to bed. but once you're settled in bed, matty pulls you close, tucking your head into his chest.

he kisses your head one last time, smiling as he hears your breathing even out and knows you're asleep.

#oh to have matty looking after me and making me feel better <3333 #alas i just cry on my own and watch gilmore girls #sorry this took me a little bit!!! <3 #also sorry this is bad!! #anon!

[crowned-aeris]

WIP | Timkon sicfic ft. damian

This takes place in the Benign feathers verse, bcs i’m absolutely normal about my own au 👍🏼

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He gasped, clenching his teeth as his dislocated wing was jostled. Tim limped along, forcing open the window to his safehouse before slipping inside.

A low whimper of pain stuttered through his throat as sweat beaded along his skin. His claws dug into the thick material of his pants, and he pressed his forehead against the cool, wooden floor. A feverish haze flitted through his mind, and Tim cursed himself for going while sick. Duke had said he'd take over for Tim, but past-Tim had been an idiot and insisted on going out as Wraith.

The falcon whimpered again, the pain throbbing uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat.

"Wraith!" someone's voice filtered through Tim's ears. Did he forget to disconnect his comm? "Wraith, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?"

He quivered weakly. Pained chirps and calls for help escaped his lips as his trembling fingers refused to detach from his pants. Tim could hear the voice continue to call for him, but none of the words seemed to register.

There was a whooshing sound followed by something opening and closing. Tim twitched, but he couldn't lift his head from the floor. His chest felt tight, but the falcon couldn't breathe. Where did all the oxygen go?

"What happened, Birdie?" a familiar voice sighed. Dry hands gently lifted Tim's face from the floor and brushed back the sweat-slick hair that clung to his face. The cool skin pressed against his forehead, draining away the heat and peeling off the damp and uncomfortable mask.

Tim chirped weakly, his eyes still closed as he leaned into the person's touch. His claws remain fisted in his pants, and Tim doesn't think he'll be able to let go soon.

"Yeah, his right wing is dislocated, and he's running a pretty high fever," the person said. Tim whimpered at their disapproving tone, tears springing to his eyes as his grip tightened. "No, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you."

Careful fingers tugged through Tim's hair, brushing the strands, untangling the knots, and lightly scratching his scalp.

"Yeah, he's really out of it. I don't think I'll be able to pop his wing back in while he's like this. Can you send Seraph? Yeah, he'll be fine- I need whoever's closest... Okay, thank you," the hands shifted, and Tim was pulled closer into the person's embrace. The movement jostled his wing, and Tim couldn't help the pained gasp.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, Tim, I know. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright. Your brother's coming over to help pop your wing in, and you'll be all better. I know you hate it when he finds your safehouses, but I can't fix you up like this. Honestly, this is your fault. Why did you have to go out?" the person sighed, their tone incredibly fond yet equally exasperated. Tim burrowed his face into the crook of their neck, the words passing through his ears like salt through a net.

"You just had to go out patrolling today, didn't you? You know, when we first met, I thought you were gonna be an asshole like all of those other rich Gotham people. You already knew who I was back then, didn't you?

If someone had told little me that I would fall for you of all people, then I would've called them crazy! But... when you died, when I heard your heart stop... God, I think a part of me died with you. Bart just... stopped, and Cassie didn't speak at all afterward. I'm so glad you're back, Tim, and I know I don't tell you this enough, but-"

"Clone."

"... Reaper," the person's tone shifted, and Tim whined and pressed his cheek against the person's.

"Hand him over."

"I… don't think he'd like that very much."

"...Fine. Hold Timothy steady, I don't want him to jerk around and make things worse."

"Will do," they said, and Tim felt a familiar sensation spread across him. It felt similar to a comforting blanket.

Hands grabbed onto his wing, sending a shock of pain through his entire body. But before Tim could react, his wing was popped back into his socket, and he screamed.

"It's okay," the person breathed, their voice close to Tim's ear lips against the strands of his hair as the falcon sobbed, "You're okay, Tim, you're okay."

"Kon," he sobbed, "Conner, Kon- Kon."

The name tasted like a plea and a prayer on Tim's tongue as the tactile telekinesis faded from his skin.

"I'm here," The Kryptonian held him close, and Tim's talons reached up to cling to Kon's back. Tears ran rivers and trails down his face, dampening Kon's shoulders as Tim sobbed and blubbered, "I'm here- I'm here."

"He's running a fever," the other voice commented with disdain, "and delirious."

"You're just jealous that he's clinging onto me instead of you," Kon huffed, his voice bordering on smug under the worry.

"Silence yourself; you are the most inferior Kryptonian I have ever met."

"And you are the most jealous Bat I have ever met," Conner returned as he braced Tim against his hip; the alien was strong enough to carry the vigilante anyway.

Tim leaned back and rubbed his cheek against Kon's face, sighing as his feverish skin cooled slightly. A happy chirp fell from his lip as Kon pressed back, his instincts crowing in glee at the physical contact.

"You are so fortunate that I am susucceptible to diseases."

The vague cotton that stuffed his brain quickly cleared to reveal a bright recognition. Tim blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light before peering past Kon's shoulder to see Damian rummaging around the kitchen.

"Tt. Timothy's kitchen is so... bare."

"This isn't his main safe house," Kon said, "I'll try and get him to change into something else. Can you go and grab some medicine or something? Anything to lower his fever before it gets worse."

There was a vague hum before they were moving. Tim's eyes had slipped shut again, and he returned to his boneless state within Kon's arms.

"You're really out of it, aren't you?" Kon mused as he tried to peel a clingy Tim off of him.

He whined, pouting up at Kon when he finally managed to detangle Tim's limbs from his own, a fond smile on his face. "Come back."

"Wow, so demanding," Kon rolled his eyes, "not even a please?"

Tim pouted, "Please?"

"... Okay, that's not fair in the slightest........ Alright fine. C'mon, you shady bird, arms up!"

He grumbled but complied, sighing as Kon carefully tugged the suit off him, and the cool air graced his too-warm skin.

#fic: to brace upon benign feathers #tim drake #batman #fanfic #batfamily #damian wayne #batfam #kon el #kon el kent #conner kent #wing fic #wings #reverse robins #angst #wip #fevers #sick tim drake #he’s sick #ooc #im p sure anyways #timkon #it’s as subtle as a full moon #which means that you can only miss it if you choose to ignore it #i feel like this is really ooc #especially for kon #but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #damian loves his brother even if he doesn’t show it all too well

[scottstreetbell]

Harry's "best friend" is the best boyfriend in the entire world.

Y/n loved her boyfriend more than she loved most things. He called her all sorts of beautiful things, would give her beautiful gifts for no good reason, and most importantly, he loves her and doesn't let her forget it. Amongst their friend group, they are the perfect match. Never apart. Never not talking to each other. Completely connected. It's been like this for the past year, and she loved it.

It took a while to get used to the constant flow of compliments, but she soon learned to bask in them. She still blushes and giggles at them because she still got butterflies whenever he showered her with love.

Harry hated it.

He hated how his best friend asked out the girl he had a crush on for the last year of uni, the one he befriended first. He hated how happy she seemed under his arm. He hates everything about them.

But

He still likes her. He loves whenever he is lucky enough to catch her alone. He loves catching her eye in a crowded room. The thing he loves most is when she smiles at him. He would give up a lot of things to just see that smile more often. It's not like she doesn't smile. In fact, she is smiling almost constantly, but it never quite meets the eye.

It's another one of the friend groups' weekly brunches where Harry overhears a conversation that piques his interest.

"We need to talk, and I think we should leave." The once warm voice of Y/n sounds upset and shakey it makes Harry feel uneasy.

"Let's just talk here. If we leave, people will think something is wrong." Dean's voice is stern and unmoving.

"Fine." Harry has never seen her this upset. "I know that you're cheating on me. I just need to know what I did wrong." To add salt into the wound, she reaches out for his hand, and he pulls back.

"Y/n, I'm not talking about this here." This is what made the tear fall from her big eyes. Harry just wishes he could reach out and wipe them away.

Taking a shakey breath, "You treat me as if I hung the sun, so I don't know what I did." A small sob is let out. "I love you so much. You mean everything to me. I'll fix whatever is wrong with me, just please don't leave me for her." Y/n's begging and pleading is a bit louder than she intended.

"You need to leave. I'll tell everyone you have a family emergency that you need to tend to by yourself. Go home and pack your shit because I'm done." Never in Harry's life has he ever wanted to physically hurt someone until this moment.

"No, you're not doing this to me. You can't be." She's in complete disbelief. "You said you were going to marry me!" Y/n semi shouted. Everything is falling apart in front of her. The man she so deeply loved destroyed her with so little words that he deserved a prize.

He built up her confidence with his sweet nothings. He overfilled her with love and words of affirmation. He made her feel seen. Then he took it all away with an affair.

They talked about marriage and kids and a future where they would have a porch swing and watch their grandkids run around. He said he was looking at rings.

They were supposed to be together till the end, but now...

Her mind is racing. Was she not pretty anymore? Was she ignoring him? Was she just simply not enough for him?

As she is stuck in her mind, she doesn't realize Dean has completely left her.

She's slowly losing the ability to breathe, and she can't feel the ground beneath her feet. Harry watches it all, and he can't bear it anymore.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, but we need to take deep breaths." He holds her shaking hands gently.

"I'm not enough for him anymore, Harry, I'm not enough." She sobs into his chest. He's now holding up half her body weight, and he cradles her head.

"He doesn't deserve you. How about we leave through the back door and we can go back to my place and change out of these uncomfortable clothes and watch some movies?" Harry whispers gently to her as her tears stain his shirt.

Although something he would never admit, his heart broke for her. Not because he was upset that the pair was officially broken up, but because of how much pain she is in from it. He knows how difficult this is all going to be on her, especially since her and Dean lived together.

For now, he just wants to be there as a best friend. He'll help her get back on her feet. He'll be the best person possible if it means she will be smiling and not crying.

She simply nods at his suggestion and whispers a small "please" that makes him frown at how meek she is.

"Ready to go?" Another nod follows, and they are on their way out, leaving the weekly brunch.

#fiction #eroda #hs3 theories #youarehome #you are home #fine line #harry #tpwk #harry edward styles #hs3 is coming #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles fiction #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles updates #harry styles smut #harry styles au #taylor swift #gracie abrams #Spotify

[secretdiaryofcrowley]

Where we left off: Nina scolded me for being mean to Maggie...

Now she actually WANTS me to be mean to Maggie and even meaner to Muriel. People! Will you ever make sense?

But let's rewind and start... right here.

"For once in your life, trust somebody."

No, no, wait, that's too far back. A little further along.

"Fine", Nina says, although it's not. "You've made your point, Mr. Crowley."

Did I? And is my point pointy enough for you to go away, never come back and leave me to my misery?

It certainly seems so, because Nina backs away. "We can offer you our friendship, we cannot, however, make you accept it. I still think you're making a mistake, but the choice is yours, and you're old enough to take responsibility for your own actions."

She falls silent for a moment. The sun's setting with the buildings casting long shadows over the road.

"I'll leave you alone from now on." Nina half turns, looks back over her shoulder. Her features seem calmer than before, but there's still some anger in her eyes. "And Maggie will too, once you explain to her that you don't need or value her friendship. I trust, you will do this soon and won't leave her worrying about you any longer."

What? "Explain to her... what?"

"This. Do you think, ghosting is an appropriate behaviour?"

"I'm not a ghost, 'm a demon."

"Don't take it literal." She sighs. "Ghosting means not answering people's messages and pretending you aren't there. It's very hurtful to others because it leaves people worrying and they never get any closure. That's what you've been doing to Maggie and me and I haven't even started to talk about Muriel."

I didn't know there was a word for it, but I never meant to do anything. How can I do anything by doing nothing? It doesn’t make any sense.

And yet, I know she’s right. Doing nothing sometimes hurts people most of all. Simply standing by and just allowing things to happen.

“What’s that with Muriel? There’s a croak in my voice I can’t supress right now. “I don’t understand, what do they have to do with it?”

“She… wait, Muriel uses “they”? Nina seems surprised. “I assumed since you and Mr. Fell both look like guys and she… they chose to look like a woman... you can all choose what to look like, can’t you?”

Great. Humans are not supposed to know about any of these things. I hope no one tries to erase her memory or turns her into a pillar of salt.  

“Yes, we can, but Aziraphale and I have been to Earth for such a long time that we understand the concept of gender. We use the ‘he’ pronoun when we present male and the ‘she’ pronoun when we present female. Most angels don’t know or don’t worry about these things, so they go by “they” unless it feels right for them to go by something else. Muriel has only been to Earth for a couple of months and it’s their first time here, so they wouldn’t worry about gender or pronouns yet. “They” simply makes most sense in their case because it’s neutral and doesn’t assume anything. And before you ask, no, we don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“Procreate. I thought that would probably be your next question.”

She tilts her head to the side, giving me a long apprehensive look. “So, you’ve had this kind of conversation with humans before.”

“Well... occasionally.” It’s not that I never had closer bonds with humans before. I just try to avoid it because it’s trouble.

Fortunately for me, Nina does not press the point.

Instead, she takes a deep breath and starts talking about Muriel.

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#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #nina #nina tells crowley not to be an idiot #muriel #muriels pronouns