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horizon forbidden west | aloy 24/?

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman! (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. in a world of boys, he's a gentleman!

ADDRESSED. alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, and neuvillette (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. the little things they do around you that remind you that chivalry is not dead <3

CONTENT. ooc!neuvi (?), ooc!wriothesley (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (i like cheese), and possible grammar errors. some of the things mentioned can be applicable to others!

POST-SCRIPT. can you already tell that these four own my heart? i love them sm ( >-< )!!! also made new banners for a change hehe

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Although ALHAITHAM is someone who prefers to focus greatly on himself and prioritizes his own well-being over others', that does not mean he is selfish nor inconsiderate. Which is why it is not far-fetched for someone like him to do the little things that proves the fact that chivalry is not dead.

Though of course, he does it in his very own way. You just have to be very observant to notice it. 

For instance, whenever you two are sitting in front of the table, he’d cover the edge whenever you lean down to get something that fell from the table, ensuring that you don’t bump your head from the furniture and get hurt. 

Another instance is when you’d rant on and on in his presence, thinking he’s not listening to you due to his earpieces that’s used to cancel out meaningless noises. When in reality, he’s actually listening to you —  because to him, your words are always something of importance to him whether he’d admit that or not. 

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking about your day, complaining about prices, or even expressing your concerns over things you shouldn’t even be concerned about; he’d listen without a word if not necessary, because if it’s important to you, then it’s important to listen about it. Though of course, the only exceptions are when you’d actually talk about something he doesn’t care about, such as gossip.

Meanwhile, in the bustling marketplaces of Sumeru, there’s bound to be scammers preying on oblivious consumers, and Alhaitham sees to it that you won’t fall for such things. It’s partially one of the reasons why he always tags along with you whenever you shop for groceries or for other things.

If a scammer tries their shot, they’ll only be greeted by a stern warning glare from the scribe as you look through the displayed products, only for your lover to drag you to a more appropriate stall that’s much better than the suspicious one. 

During the later stage of your relationship when you moved into his humble home, he made sure to have enough space for your things, and even sacrificed some of his own possessions for the sake of yours. 

Speaking of sacrifices, there are also times when he’d sacrifice his leisure time that he values in order to hang out with you. Despite your assurances that he doesn’t have to spend time with you if he wants to be alone, he doesn’t care and still hangs out with you anyway. 

In his perspective, it’s not a sacrifice, because spending his spare time with you is much better than spending it alone. 

It’s the little things that remind you that he does care. Though, you couldn’t help but try and confront him about his actions since you want to hear it from his mouth. 

When you do though, you’ll only get a deadpan look from him and a few words:

“Isn’t that the bare minimum of what boyfriends should do anyway?”

ZHONGLI is no doubt a traditional gentleman when it comes to not just you, but also towards anyone around him. Of course, you’re still special in his eyes. After all, you’re his darling gem who is above any other treasures that he’s come across in this lifetime.

He always checks up on your well-being with care and tenderness that often causes your legs to become jelly-like. He never fails to bring heat to your face from how sweet he is!

Like your average traditional gentleman, Zhongli gives you his coat as soon as he sees even a slight sign of you feeling cold from Liyue’s breeze, caressing your arms with his glove-covered hands while he’s at it. Not that you’re complaining, especially from how good his cologne smells from his coat that just made you a little in a daze.

He’s willing to open doors for you to enter first, no matter your gender. He doesn’t want your hands to get dirty from door knobs that have been through things that only Celestia knows what, so he insists that he shall open them for you. In a way, it sounded a bit over the top, but how can you say no to such a kind man like your lover?

He sees to it that you’re the first one to be seated before him, pulling out a chair for you before sitting next to you. It’s almost essential for him to sit next to you, as if you’re a light that he finds himself drawn to. 

When it comes to eating together, he offers you a bite of his meal that he either made or ordered, wanting you to try the delicious meal that’s made with precision and passion and appreciate it with him (though it usually ends up with him giving you more bites of it like a grandma would to her grandchild). Whenever he does this, he makes sure to blow the food first before giving it to you, not wanting your tongue to get burnt by accident. He even goes as far as putting his hand beneath the spoon to ensure nothing will spill on you and your clothes. 

Traveling is also to be expected when you’re with Zhongli, with you two visiting different areas of Liyue for a variety of reasons such as work, vacation, leisure time, etc. Whenever you two travel, he’s always there to give you a hand, especially when climbing up and going down. 

He’ll even go as far as putting his coat down on the ground for you to sit on to avoid your clothes becoming dirty should you two ever need a break, not wanting you to get too exhausted from your trip. 

Of course, we cannot forget how Zhongli has a sharp memory, so he knows the exact day for your relationship milestones and would never forget it. Expect him to celebrate things such as your first date-sary, monthsary, first kiss-sary, and the list goes on until you eventually tell him that most people (if not all) wouldn’t celebrate most of these things. 

That doesn’t stop him from greeting you with such occasions though ^^

It’s clear to see that the consultant loves you dearly and wants the best for you. The same goes to his dear friends and peers around him, and you couldn’t be all the more grateful to have such a man like him as your lover. In fact, his amber-hue eyes that you always seem to lose yourself to shines much brighter when he’s kind. 

“Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?” He’d ask you when he catches you admiring him from your place. 

“Nothing. I just want to admire how perfect my boyfriend is.” You sigh dreamily, looking at him happily. “How are you such a perfect spouse?” 

He chuckles in response, now putting down his tea. “I beg to differ. Especially since the most breathtaking person in front of me is more worthy of such title.”  

It’s no lie to everyone in the Fortress – both inmates and guards alike – that WRIOTHESLEY adores you, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it. Though his words are nothing but silent, his actions speak louder. Out of the very few people that the duke trusts, you’re the one that comes to mind, and the same goes for you towards him. He’s quite honored that you trust him enough to let him become your spouse, and what better way to express that than actions? 

You’re rest assured that he always has tea saved for you whenever you come and visit his office. When you do, he always makes sure to pull out a chair for you to sit on, pour your cup with your drink of choice before pouring his tea on his own cup. 

For a man such as him, he’s observant and is quick to notice when someone is uncomfortable – in this case, you. As soon as he takes note of your discomfort or uneasiness, he is quick to comfort you and assure you that all’s well as he either swiftly takes you away from the scene or finds a way to help you go through it. 

With that in mind, Wriothesley understands if you find yourself preferring the world outside over the Fortress of Meropide. He gets it! He’s content with you just visiting whenever you can. He knows not everyone would be keen on staying in the stronghold prison for a long time, especially when they have no reason to besides visiting their spouse. 

Unless you’re an actual criminal, then that’s when you entirely have no choice but be stuck in the fortress and with him until you’re free to go. 

Speaking of criminals, danger lurks everywhere in Fontaine. You certainly can’t blame your lover for being quite protective with you, often telling you through his letters to be careful with going out at night and to not fall for any scammers or tricks by possible criminals that are still out there. He’s aware that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself from danger, but it doesn’t stop his worries even for one bit.

It’s not common for the Duke to come out from the Fortress and visit the city. When he does, there’s a huge chance that he’s seen with you, holding your hand as you two go on with your day as a couple. He does not show affection in public much, but that doesn’t mean holding hands would hurt! 

To others, he always seems so calm and collected on his own, but in comparison to how he acts with you, he’s much more content and relaxed, as if he’s in a utopian paradise that he feels at peace in as your laughter and voice soothes his unfaltering spirit. 

Should you ever ask for a mora of his thoughts from how distracted he was during your time spent together, you’ll only gain this response:

“Hm? Oh, forgive me for being distracted. You don’t have to worry about it.” He’d say casually, hiding the fact that he’s simply distracted from thinking about how much he wants this kind of experience to last forever.

Given that NEUVILLETTE is unfamiliar with human customs and feelings, the same goes for his unfamiliarity in the romance department. He didn’t think he’d end up courting someone, let alone form a personal relationship – especially since he avoids such things. However, you’re somehow an exception.

His experience in the court is unfortunately not enough to help him with his goal in winning your heart, yet somehow, he finds himself in a relationship with you. Though inexperienced and busy, he still has his perks that makes it up – such as his mannerisms.

Just like Zhongli, he’s quite a traditional gentleman. Not only will he help you sit down by pulling out a chair and remove your coat, he’d even make sure that none of your clothes, accessories, and even your hair would get caught in the furniture’s ornamentation to avoid the same inconveniences that he goes through in his daily life. 

He tends to hold your hand when the two of you go through the seats of the Opera Epiclese to watch a performance, dragging you to the best seat in the middle of the front row as he helps you become comfortable. After watching your first performance together, he never thought that watching a performance could be so enjoyable when you have companions to share the joy with. Where were you in his entire life?

On another note, Neuvillette is the type to carry your bags whenever the two of you go shopping or when he sees you holding something heavy, wanting to ease your burdens and struggles swiftly as he insists that he should help you. You should be able to have your hands free like a dove in his perspective. 

It shows that he’s willing to help you with anything you need, whether it’d be giving wise advice, getting something, lending a shoulder for you to cry on, and anything else so long as it eases your struggles. 

Given that he’s still exploring human customs and feelings, he entrusts you to guide him through it, and this means that he’s open with new things that he hasn’t tried before so long as it doesn’t clash with his busy schedule. 

He doesn’t mind doing particular activities with you, be it pot-making, watching documentaries, playing classic games, and the list goes on! If he has you by his side to try everything, then he’s okay with it all. 

Speaking of activities, Neuvillette has taken a liking for walking in the rain. He even fantasizes about going out into the rain, wanting to feel the raindrops pouring on him as he walks down the streets of Fontaine. 

Despite enjoying such joys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t consider your comfort with the weather. Knowing how humans are with not wanting to become wet from the weather, your lover is there to help you in holding an umbrella that he’d bring should he hear any forecasts of rain beforehand. 

He makes sure that the entire umbrella is on you and stays that way, and he simply wouldn’t forgive himself if he sees even a few drops on your clothing that he could’ve prevented despite your assurances. 

If you ever expressed your concern of him getting drenched and possibly sick from the rain, he’d simply reassure you that it’s nothing to worry about, telling you that he does this very often whenever it rains. 

“Don’t worry about me, ma moitié.” He says with a tender gaze as he continues to walk side by side with you, holding the umbrella above you. “I will not get sick easily from the weather, nor do I mind having my clothes drenched. I want you to worry about yourself more.” 

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⛧ Ghost Masterlist ⛧

My fics are all reader inserts for female, afab or gender-neutral readers. Please check the individual tags for more content information. I loosely structure my fics in multichapter fics, one-shots (over 5k words), ficlets (up to 5k words) and headcanons/blurbs.

>> Multifandom Masterlist

>> My Ao3

multichapter fics:

⛧ I Knew Nothing But Shadows (ongoing, 17/?) 18+ (only on Ao3, f!reader, artist!reader slow-burn with horror/mystery elements)

Curious circumstances and a questionable curse from your childhood led you to becoming the resident artist of the local Satanic Church – and a sinister night you’d truly rather forget. Years later, you’re presented with another chance at proving your artistic worth. Only this time, you’re kind of falling for the awkward anti-pope who sits for you and he is oddly interested in the intricacies of your past that you’re so desperately trying to hide.

Check out the amazing fanart to the story here, here, here, here (18+), here, here, here (18+), here (18+), here, here. Click here for more posts about the fic.

Many kisses to @delulluart, @nocterish, @rinakosus, @foxybouquet and @ladymorguesblog. Please mind that the artworks contain spoilers ♡

one-shots:

⛧ Honey and Venom (on Ao3, 9.5k words, f!reader) 18+

Or: The four times you fell for your best friend without noticing and the one time you did.

⛧ A Lesson In Patience (Ao3 only, 8k words, f!reader) 18+

You haven't seen your papa all day and while he missed you just as much, he's not going to give you what you want so easily.

ficlets:

⛧ Late Night Reading (on Ao3, 3.6k words, f!reader, smut) 18+

⛧ Don't Make Me Wait (on Ao3, 1.5k words, f!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ On your Knees (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, smut) 18+

⛧ Let Me Help (on Ao3, 2k words, gn!reader, helping Papa do his make-up)

⛧ Rough Day (on Ao3, 1k words, f!reader)

⛧ Pain Relief (on Ao3, 550 words, gn! reader, pain comfort)

⛧ Falling asleep at Copia's desk (480 words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Never Alone (550 words, gn!reader, hurt/comfort)

headcanons:

⛧ Analogue Date Nights and Polaroids (set after chapter 16)

⛧ Click here for more Copia headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Dance Macabre (completed 4/4) (only on Ao3, 15k words, f!reader) 18+

Working with the Cardinal has been the best part of your day for months now, possibly because of your not so small crush on him. A night out with some of the Sisters of Sin gives you the courage to finally tell him – and explore what you really feel for each other.

one-shots:

⛧ 5 Types of Christmas Kisses with Copia (+1) (on Ao3, 8k words, f!reader, festive fluff) – check out this beautiful illustration by @thew0man ♡

You and the cardinal have been tiptoeing around each other for a while now – it’s time to let the festive spirit do the rest.

⛧ A Message from the Bulletin Board (on Ao3, 9k words, gn!reader, Copia posts a lonely hearts ad, sickening fluff ensues) – See the cute art by @tasty-ribz ♡

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad.

ficlets:

⛧ Trust Your Cardinal (on Ao3, 1.5k words, afab!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ Bound by Lace (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, dom pervy copia smut) 18+

⛧ One More (on Ao3, 750 words, gn!reader, lots of kissing)

⛧ How it Feels (on Ao3, 2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: body issues, gn!reader)

⛧ Spring Walk (on Ao3, 1.4k words, anxiety comfort, gn!reader)

⛧ Ouch (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ Date Night Polaroids

ficlets, drabbles:

⛧ No Games (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, friends to lovers ficlet)

⛧ Better Than Your Hands (on Ao3, 1.1k words, f!reader, smut) 18+

one-shots:

⛧ Unprecedented (on Ao3, 12.7k words, gn!reader, contains smut) – see this cute illustration by @tasty-ribz 18+

Working with Secondo is only half as bad as people make it seem – at least until you fall in love with each other. Or: The four times you almost get Secondo to admit his feelings for you and the one time you succeed.

⛧ Friday Nights at the Vinothek (on Ao3 in three chapters, 26k words, vampire!secondo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 2 of the Friday Nights Series) – check out this cool animation by @tasty-ribz ♡ 18+

When the local vintner who buys his cigarettes at the kiosk you work at offers you a job you can’t believe your luck. But after moving to the vineyard where the attraction between you only grows, you soon realize that he is not quite who you thought – and that working for a vampire comes with unexpected dangers.

ficlets:

⛧ Peppermint Oil & Kisses (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Of Lemon Tarts and Tiny White Rabbits (on Ao3, 4.6k words, f!reader, regency AU)

⛧ His Body and Blood (on Ao3, 2.6k words, gn!reader, ANGST, you try to resurrect secondo, contains gore/horror elements)

⛧ Starved (on Ao3, 1.6k words, afab!reader, just smut) 18+

⛧ Heavens Away (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, loving, affectionate smut) 18+

⛧ Skin to Skin (on Ao3, 400 words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ General SFW headcanons

⛧ Click here for more Secondo headcanons

one-shots:

⛧ Friday Nights at the Cinema Club (on Ao3, 14k words, vampire!primo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 1 of the Friday Nights Series) – See this amazing fanart to the fic ♡ 18+

The handsome old gentleman who attends the late night showings is certainly the best part about your small town weekend job. But as the gentle attraction between you slowly begins to bloom, you realise that there’s more to him than meets the eye – and promptly find yourself chased into the woods by an unexpected monster.

ficlets:

⛧ The Devil's Ivy (on Ao3, 900 words, gn!reader, wholesome fluff)

any or multiple Papas:

⛧ Soft, Sleepy Sex with the Papas (on Ao3, 4.8k words in total, 1k-1.4k for each Papa, f!reader) – look at the Terzo art by @ghuleh-recs ♡ 18+

⛧ Ghosting (on Ao3, 2.5k words, any Papa x gn!reader, sick care ficlet)

⛧ Coffee HCs for the Papas (+ tasty-ribz's art)

⛧ Click here for more Papa headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Ziplocked Love | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 – 18+ (on Ao3, 20k words total, dew x f!reader, 18+, completed)

Dewdrop and you start preparations for their upcoming tour early. Just the prospect of being parted is more than you two can bear, so you’re finding ways to cope. Shenanigans ensue.

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The Life We Built (Joel Miller)

Part 5 of Build You The World Joel X Reader Rating: PG-13 (Language) Warnings: fluff, that's it. Tags: no outbreak, fluff, craftsman!Joel, Time jump, it's 2023 folks, no mentions of COVID, you decide if it happened Notes: So we've reached the end of this little adventure that was only supposed to be a one shot, but never fear! I have another Joel Miller idea in the works. Check out my Masterlist for some Javier Peña works as well! Thank you everyone for your support! Words: 1998

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Joel eased into the chair next to you under the pergola he built 25 years ago. It was still sturdy and spoke to Joel’s craftsmanship. The sun was beginning to set, granting some relief to the spring heat as you watched your three grown children clean up the backyard. They’d insisted the two of you relax. 

Emma graduated from Duke last weekend with honors in Pre-med. Which meant traveling to North Carolina for the ceremony. Joel has insisted on driving up. He hated flying. With a 20-hour car ride one way, you caught up on a lot of reading and almost booked yourself a plane ticket home. The two of you had been gone for almost a week. So her graduation party took place this weekend at home. She’d been accepted into UNC-Chapel Hill’s School of Medicine and would be going back to Durham in a couple of weeks. She was officially moving out, boxes already stacked high in her room. You and Joel both chose not to think about your baby leaving the nest for good.  

Emma laughed at something Asher said. You couldn’t see Sarah roll her eyes, but you knew by her body language. Joel chuckled next to you. He sensed it too, both in tune with your children. 

Asher graduated with a Bachelor's in Engineering from UT-Austin a few years ago, choosing to stay close to home. He had a small apartment in town working at Miller Construction since graduation. Joel joked that if he didn’t put his degree to use soon, he was gonna have to rebrand as Miller and Son. You had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Asher wanted. He and Joel shared the same love of building things with their hands. 

“Grandpa!” Sarah’s 3-year-old daughter, Jessie bounded across the yard, dark curls bouncing like springs behind her. You could see the brightly colored book in her grasp.

She panted heavily as she reached the two of you. Her small hands rested on Joel’s knees. She looked up through dark lashes. “Will you read this to me?”

Joel smiled. She reminded you so much of Sarah at her age. “Don’t you want grandma to do it? She’s a much better reader than me.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, Okay.” Joel chuckled, pulling the child onto his lap. You closed your eyes as you listened to Joel read. His drawl had only deepened with age but it still flowed like honey. It soothed your weary bones and often brought you through time, making you feel 25 again. 

Sarah had started college at the University of Georgia but transferred to UT-Austin after her freshman year. She loved Georgia, but she missed being close to her family more. She’d earned her Bachelor's in Journalism and Creative Writing (also with Honors). Working across all aspects of journalism, she went back to get her MFA several years later. She worked freelance for several publications and taught a creative writing class at the community college in town. She’d married Mike 6 years ago. They’d been together since senior year of college aside from a one-year gap. They’d bought a house just down the street from you and Joel soon after their wedding. Jessie’s 4th birthday was next week, and aside from her husband, you were the only other person to know that Sarah was 8 weeks pregnant. They were planning to reveal it next on Father’s Day.

You and Sarah were convinced Joel didn’t have a clue. The two of you were desperate to surprise him. Other than his 45th birthday party, you and Sarah hadn’t been able to surprise Joel in the 31 years you’d loved him. He’d even figured out Sarah’s first pregnancy before they’d told anyone. 

Joel continued to read. The world drifted further away only anchored by the sound of his voice. Sometimes a bird’s song drifted in and out. The warm breeze floated across your skin. Joel’s voice stayed constant. 

“Grandpa… Shhhhh, grandma is sleepin.”

Joel looked up from the book. He smiled. The wrinkles around his eyes were well-defined now. “I think she’s just restin her eyes, kiddo.”

“That’s what you say when you’re sleeping!” Jessie giggled. 

“Keep reading,” you said, keeping your eyes closed. “The story was just getting good.” 

He looked at Jessie who nodded her head, and he continued. 

The construction business had been good to Joel. Miller Construction kept its outstanding reputation throughout the years, something Joel worried about as the number of crews grew and his ability to check up on every job decreased. Joel spent most of his days on job sites in a supervisory capacity. He trained the new hires to meet his rigid standards, and his body took less wear and tear. He was able to spend more quiet morning moments with you. At 56 years old, he was still the best pitcher in the men’s rec softball league. He took every Thursday morning off to hang out with Jessie while Sarah taught her class at the Community College. He piddled in the garage on weekends, working on the next project. He’d just redone the kitchen cabinets. Tommy joked that Joel lived in partial retirement, but there was some truth to it. You liked seeing him take time 

Joel finished the book as Sarah and Mike walked over. You slowly opened your eyes, letting the world envelope you once again. 

“It’s time for us to go home, Bear,” Mike said. 

Before Jessie could issue a complaint, Joel pulled her into a back-breaking squeeze. She laughed. He tickled her sides. “Grandpa!” 

“I gotta make sure you meet your tickle quota.” 

“I have! I have!” Jessie laughed, her cheeks turning red. 

“Okay,” Joel let out a deep breath. “I think that’s enough for today.” 

Jessie wrapped her arms around Joel’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Love you, Grandpa!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her cheek, patting her back. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

Jessie slid off his lap, rushing to you. A chorus of goodbyes between parties rose in the corner of your backyard in hugs and handshakes. Jessie nestled into her father’s arms, eyes already beginning to droop. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into him. His hands traveled down your back, lips finding yours. You grinned feeling warm and giddy. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you. 

Gagging noises interrupted your moment. Asher and Emma stood on the porch directing said sounds at you. 

“Get a room!”

“We don’t want to see that!”

Joel flipped them off before firmly grabbing your ass making a show of the steamy kiss he planted on you. You laughed. He kissed your neck softly. 

“You’re gonna traumatize the kids.”

“They’re grown adults. They can leave.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I want to kiss my wife in our backyard.”  

“Y’all are gross.” Asher chided. 

“If it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be here,” Joel shouted back. 

“You say that like it’s a good thing!” Emma responded. “Have you seen the world?”

“Hey,” You laughed. “You’re the saving grace of this family, Miss I’m going to be a doctor.” 

Asher scowled. “Don’t say that. Her head will get bigger than it already is.” He ruffled Emma’s hair. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “We’re done cleaning up. We’ll leave you two to do… that.” She motioned toward you and Joel. “Asher’s gonna take me out on the town.”

“Make smart decisions,” Joel called.

“Always!” Emma smiled. 

The duo filed out of the backyard leaving you and Joel alone. Joel kissed your forehead as you swayed to a nonexistent tune. 

When you finally stopped, you and Joel sought the respite of AC inside. Joel prepared a plate of leftovers for the two of you to share on the couch. You read as Joel watched the Baseball game on low volume. You propped your feet on his lap. His thumbs found the soles of your feet applying pressure. You hummed. 

You had stepped down from your position at Miller Construction after Emma started high school. As much as you loved working with Joel and helping him build and expand the business, desires drew you elsewhere. You started working part-time at the public library. When their head librarian announced plans to retire, the city had offered to pay for you to get your Masters in Library Science providing you could give them a 10-year commitment. Daunting at first, you’d managed to complete the courses in 2 years via an online program. You work at the library full-time now. Joel often brought Jessie in on Thursday mornings along with a coffee for you. You tended to the garden on weekends. Joel replaced your raised beds a few years ago. You had the kids over for dinner once a week. You and Sarah walked the block on pleasant evenings. You spent lazy evenings on the couch with Joel, something that had rarely been a part of your marriage until the past few years. 

“I’ve been thinking…”

You looked up from your book. “Uh oh, that’s never good.”

He tickled the bottom of your foot earning a squeal. Everyone talked about growing out of being ticklish. That had never happened to you. “I think it’s probably time to refinish the book nook.”

You glanced behind you, eyes trailing over the bookshelves Joel had built you more than 25 years ago. They’d been through it. The finish was peeling in a few places. The cabinet doors that lined the bottom were dented and scratched from a number of things bumping and running into it while raising 3 kids. You glanced at the farthest one, still stained with faint marks from Emma taking Sharpies to it when she was 3. Residue from stickers marked other areas. 

“Sounds like a big project.”

“I’ve got the time.” Joel smiled. 

He reached down beside him, revealing a gift bag. A simple brown paper bag with a gold ribbon neatly tied and curled. Sarah’s trademark. He handed it to you with a smile.

“This from you or Sarah?”

“Me.” Joel crinkled his nose. “Just asked Sarah to wrap it for you.”

You lifted the bag up and down. It felt like it was probably a book. It rarely wasn’t. “And what is this for?” You smiled at him.

“Just fulfilling my husbandly duties.”

You laughed as you untied the ribbon. Joel had taken your first line to him like an oath over the course of your relationship. He’d surprised you with a new book at random times. Sometimes you came home to one on the kitchen counter or your nightstand. Other times, wrapped or handed to you, each with an inscription detailing something he loved about you and how “Pretty” didn’t cut it. 

You smiled at him, pulling a hardcover book out of the bag. You opened the front cover. A piece of paper slipped out. Before you could investigate, Joel’s handwriting caught your attention. 

I don’t know if you’ve been counting, darling, but this is the 100th book I’ve given you. When I met you in that bar, I knew if I had the chance to give you just one, I’d be the luckiest man alive. 

We always talked about going on a big trip for our 25th wedding anniversary. I know it’s a little bit late, but I booked us on that trip to Italy you were eying last year. 

I’m sure it’ll be beautiful, but I still think the best view is you. 

I love you, Darling. 

You picked up the slip of paper: the booking confirmation set for mid-September. You looked up at Joel, tears blurring your vision. 

He chuckled. “Surprise.”

You set the book carefully on the end table, moving onto Joel’s lap. “You hate flying.”

“But I love new places.” He kissed your nose. He still looked at you like you hung the galaxy. You imagined you looked at him the same. “And you.”  

You kissed him, the words whispered for just the two of you. “I love you too.”

[caffernnn]

Free! Anniversary Fic Recs 🦋🐋🐬🦈🐧 Can you share your fav fics from each year (2013-2023) Free! has been around?

This is a very fun ask!! Lemme root through my bookmarks and see what I can find 😅

2013 - A lot of the stories I have saved from this time are shorter lil one-shots like “Never Leave” by Shimegami (classic mh hug-it-out interlude fic) and “The Sound of Settling” by teke (feelings realization stuff), but one other one I liked was “The Ocean You Gave My Heart” by miaoujones. Smut warning for that one (if that’s not your thing), but something about desert-bound Makoto learning to swim and indulge in water with Haru, thinking upon meeting him that he’s a wonder whether he’s really a mermaid or not, that’s neat!!

2014 - starting to realize the ones I kept any note of from the early years are some of the popular mh fics probably already recommended 10 times over, but there’s a reason why people sing their praises. If you haven’t checked out fics from tide tothemoon like 2/13189000 (mhtokyo my beloved), their writing is *chef’s kiss* delightful. Another AU I haven’t been able to bring myself to revisit was orihime’s reincarnation stories from “I cannot be without you, matter of fact.” There are two different stories, one where Makoto remembers their past lives and a follow up where Haru remembers, and oh that made me ache dude.

2015 - Speaking of suffering, have y’all checked out Heart’s Departure yet? I think we’ve referenced and talked about that story enough for it to speak for itself 🥴 heartbreaking circumstances but still cosmic and so so beautiful. Then, once you’re done crying about that story, hop over to “Shake the Heavens” by Ad_Astra to break down over (what I described in my ao3 bookmark) Makoto and Haru’s “inherently cataclysmic devotion.” I guess 2015 was the year of shoving the boys into tragic AUs and seeing how much they were willing to give up to get back to each other. A whole vibe

2016 - let’s goooo gamers, more AUs!! “I’d Create Oceans For You” by trashness is a fun fantasy adventure that has both tender moments and interesting action (and some banger art from donguris omggg). If you want something more future-fish-flavored that shows that happily-ever-after doesn’t save you from your grief, “Sublimation” by RedScribbler was great. You can find more of my thoughts on that one if you scroll back a bit in my “fic recs” tag — one of y’all sent it in and yeeees it was so up my alley!

2017 - Alright fellas, there are so many to choose from, because now we’re getting into the macbetha years! Who would I be if I didn’t mention “Eyes Wide Open All The Time” tbh?? It’s a long one with its own hard-hitting involved lore and world-building, but Beth builds this unique story in a way that pulls from the characters we know and love so effectively. I’ve sung the praises for this story multiple times (and could so do it again bro don’t tempt me) but I’ll end off with saying that if you’re fascinated in watching deeply-wounded people who’ve been put through hell learn how to make a life in the aftermath, there’s something special for you here. Aaaand, if you want something about 1/10 the length and not as heavy, “159 (Architect/Interior Designer AU)” by intoxicatedcinnamon has some fun moments 😌 that’s another one where you can find more of my thoughts somewhere in the fic recs tag (love when y’all send me stories 💚💙)

2018 - “Coral and Bone” by Macbetha my beloved!!!! Wanna play mermaids and fight the gods? Maybe try to find that summer magic that makes you want to keep going and accidentally fall in love on the way? I am puuushing you toward this story bestie. Everyone’s here and everyone’s having fun! OH ALSO I’m throwing in “Night Changes” by SEMellark because I love stories where Makoto and Haru actually figure out how to talk to each other. (Side note — a lot of these are probably gonna be things I’ve rec’d in the past, so feel free to scroll my tag for more details and consider this list an extra endorsement 😅)

2019 - (drops basket full of love for mutuals) OOPS OOPS OOPS!!! Don’t mind me, just popping in with some “Let’s Get Married” by sagesprouts and “Anthropocene” by testosterogna, nothing to see here but some classic natsunao shenanigans and one of the sickest elemental bender AUs out there 😌✨ I also have some fics from Svana saved from this year, but I’ll be mentioning her again later so hold on okay!!

2020 - alright, now the list is getting longer with everyone jumping back in during the early pandemic days 🏃🏻‍♀️SO FIRST OFF “green eyes, you’re the one I wanted to find” by infinite_always is an absolute FLUFF FEST of a soulmate AU! Unbearably tender moments but who doesn’t love that every so often? OH AND we have another one of my all-time ultimate fic recs here!! “Reaching” by CupNoodles55 has shaped and reshaped how I look back at Eternal Summer in the way I’d want any great canon-compliant fic to. Big love for interlude scenes and extra bits that help recontextualize or deepen what a moment could’ve meant in the show. Gonna end off 2020 with “The Sea Aflame” by Dizzydodo because even though this urban fantasy story is unfinished, I was super drawn in by the prospects of dragon!Makoto and whatever god stuff was going on with Sousuke. An interesting universe I love thinking about again from time to time.

2021 - Starting off strong with “love on the water, love underwater (and so on)” by rudimentaryflair because we love introspection here!!! Lovely writing style with lines that make me want to scale the walls. This take on Makoto is so so special. Also gonna rec “To Clear Away Today” by suhmayzooka (omg hiiii) if you want to be thrown into another hard-hitting intricate AU with loads of potential. Love exploring what we’ve got to see of the world so far 💞 and OOOH IT’S TIME!! “Extraordinary” by Svana_Vrika is basically canon to me at this point. Svana has a lot of sweet shorter stories with Makoto and Haru (look here, look here), but this one is everythinggg my guy. Similar appeal to “Reaching” mentioned earlier: a story of interludes that bring the story we already know to life in a delightful new way. Required reading for mhtokyo fans forreal. ONE LAST ONE OKAY!! “Teacher” by VeloxVoid is a great future fic with teacher!Makoto and artist!Haru (and I’m not biased just bc it was a gift exchange for me with details fit to my specific tastes wdym🧍🏻). Domestic blisssss

2022 - Ooh we’ve almost caught up y’all ☺️ gonna start with “All This and Heaven Too” by SocksAreArgyle because sometimes the bestie crafts a smorgasbord of smut with a delicious throughline of character/relationship development baked in. If you want your choice of spicy makoharus or some character exploration, you’re SET with this one. Next is “I Let My Heart Go” by martincrieff because sometimes the bestie looks at poor pining Makoto and goes “you know what would be messed up?” AND I JUST !!! So full of love and now full of flower petals. Hanahaki!Makoto my dearest boy!! Aaaand ending off the year with some tender mh (to Ikuya’s detriment) in “The Night Train” by Lizzyboo. They’re so softtt with each other and UGH this story is so nice. Love watching people take the crumbs from FS/FS2 and make a meal 💜

2023 - The year is young! And old! So here’s some more, with who knows how many bangers yet to come 🎉 First going to throw in the Makoharu Week 2023 collection for your perusal because I saw some fantastic stories emerge from that event. If you have twitter, I’d recommend also seeing some of the threadfics posted over there from the event as well 💚💙 and I thiiink I’m gonna close off for now with “just like it was always meant to be” by tonfea because they’ve been putting out banger stories that deserve all the love. Haru introspection is one of those things that isn’t always done very well (which is especially hard to reckon with in older fics) but tonfea’s stories all have an intimate understanding about Haru’s mind and journey that just makes sense.

Alright hello we made it to the end!!! Might’ve thrown in more than expected but I hope makoharu enjoyers find something on this list that fits their fancy 🥲 (and if anyone wants to rec something or ramble about a story here that they loved I’m all ears)

[ollie-ollie-oxenfreee]

“If you could pick a spot on the map - anywhere in the states - where would you go?” Said map sprawls in front of them in all its yellowing canvas glory, dotted with ragged holes from the rusted push pins that held it up on the wall. 

Ellie skates her fingers across the inked-in plains as she thinks. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I solemnly swear, with all the gravity that my station affords, that I won’t laugh.” Riley’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she offers a parade-perfect salute, snapping to attention from her comfortable lounge on the floor. Her brand new, academy-assigned metal dog tag glints in the light as she puffs out her chest. 

Ellie rolls her eyes and knocks her shoulder against the other girl’s. “Your dedication to the seriousness of the mission is much appreciated, Private Abel.”

“Yes, of course. Continue, Private Williams.”

Ellie scans up and down the jagged line of the west coast for a moment before homing in on her destination. “There.”

Riley scoots closer to look. The other girl’s nearness makes Ellie’s cheeks flush and her stomach flip in something like nervousness, but she squashes the feeling down. 

“Out in Washington?” Riley asks. 

“Yeah. There’s a place called the, uh, Space Needle? In Seattle. I wanna go there.” 

“Seattle, huh.” Riley’s long, graceful fingers join hers on the page, dancing along the edge of the flat blue ocean. “That’s a long way. What would you do once you got there?”

“I don’t know, summon aliens? Build a rocket? Something cool and spacey.”

“Gonna be Daniela Star, in the flesh.”

“Fuck yeah I am. Just not gonna date that guy she ends up with.” 

“He was such a dick, wasn’t he.”

“He was! And he didn’t add anything to the plot, he just held her back when she was trying to make contact with the Travelers, it’s bullshit.” 

“It is, it is.” Riley pats her shoulder gently in solidarity and that feeling courses through her again, warm and electric, like lightning in a summer storm. 

Ellie fights to keep her sudden jitters out of her voice as she clears her throat. “So where would you be going?”

Riley hums thoughtfully, straightening up with a languid stretch that has never been  distracting in the hundreds of times Ellie’s seen it. It shouldn’t distract her now. It totally shouldn’t stir the butterflies in her stomach into a whirlwind. 

Ellie barely manages to wrestle them back under control to catch the tail end of what Riley’s saying. 

“-wouldn’t mind summoning aliens myself, but I think you’ve got that base covered, so I think I’d wanna go -“ She stabs her finger decisively down on the faded “C” of California. “Here.”

Ellie blinks. “So, you wanna see L.A., or -“

“No, c’mon, it’d just be another quarantine zone by now. I want to see the Cascades. They’re this big mountain range that stretches along the coast.” Riley closes her eyes for a moment, long lashes fanning out over her freckled cheeks. “Winston told me people used to go climbing there all the time before the outbreak. Just hike up into the mountains and enjoy the view. I bet it’s gorgeous up there. The stars and the snow and the ocean way off in the distance.”

“Maybe we could go together.” The words leave Ellie in a rush of sudden bravery and she reaches up with one hand like she might be able to snatch them from the air, but Riley just - smiles. Her gorgeous, warm brown eyes flutter open, and she smiles. 

“Yeah. Maybe we could. Take a car or a horse or something and just ride off into the sunset.”

“That’d be nice.” It sounds hollow and fragile to Ellie’s own ears but Riley’s still smiling, soft and wistful. 

“It would.” 

A long, trembling moment passes between them, awash in late spring sunlight, before Riley checks her watch and swears. “Fuck, we’ve got drills in five minutes. Race you back?”

Ellie feels a smile of her own bloom across her face. “Long as you don’t cheat.”

“No promises.” And with that the other girl is off like a shot, bounding graceful as a deer out the window and over the expanse of sun-drenched rooftops. Ellie watches her for a heart-fluttering instant, slings her backpack up onto her shoulders, and follows. 

[thewaybackcloset]

Miami, Yes ma'am

The tail end of my flight training I was fortunate enough to get the hell out of Greensboro, NC, where the majority of my ground training took place. The highlight of this first part was the North Carolina Foral Convention across the street at the Embassy Suites, where my roommate came back with arms fulls of bouquets one day.

MIAMI though... I've popped through once before when I worked the world series baseball games. But, this time I got explore a bit more of the Wynwood and Miami Beach neighborhoods.

First off, why are we in Miami? Pan Am Flight Academy headquarters is located near MIA and they host a handful of airline companies to their training facility for ground coursework and in-flight simulations for pilots. There's one portion of the original building foundation left, that will soon be turned into a museum of sorts.

Miami itself is expansive. It has a pulse. The downtown skyline goes on forever. It's warm all year, of course. I was here in March and even then it was scalding hot in the sun. August in Miami is another type of hedonistic amalgamation of colorful architecture, gorgeous beaches, warm waves, and delicious Caribbean food.

Speaking of Caribbean, I dabbled in Cuban cuisine at a local diner near our hotel. We were walking to the gas station for something and could see the storm looming ahead of us (or behind us?) and figured we may have to duck away in this open-air Cuban spot, Rincon Criollo Cafe Restaurant, while it poured for 20 minutes and moved on. A daily storm in Miami and along the Atlantic coast is pretty typical. Watching the downpour, listening to locals sipping their cafecitos, as we enjoyed some shrimp creole and sangria is as peaceful as a storm watch can get.

Nestled within the vibrant heart of Miami, the Wynwood Mural District (Wynwood Walls) is a kaleidoscope of creativity, a place where art and urban life collide in a symphony of colors, shapes, and stories. It embraces a spirit of eclecticism that invites visitors and locals alike to explore, ponder, and celebrate the myriad forms of human expression.

Wynwood and greater Miami as a whole blows up for Art Basal and Miami Art Week, where artists from all over the world take over to showcase their best works. A friend of mine who manages the Dr. Martens store in South Beach was our friendly tour guide for everything above and underground about Miami's art scene.

One spot we checked out early is Dante's HiFi, a lounge known for a bounding collection of vinyl and local DJ spotlights. First impression: love the intimacy of it, although you need a reservation if you want a dedicated spot to sit in their 70s-inspired living room sets. Though its petite inside, you may want to dance! And its definitely a place for the audiophile that appreciates the analog nostalgia.

There are plenty of bars, art galleries, popup events and all sorts of goings on that will make you ask: "What is Miami?" We walked by one particular sneaker boutique that was blaring trap rap or SOMETHING comparable (I'm horrible with genres and sub-genres) and there was a full blown launch party going on with test tube shots and everything. It's a moment when you take a double-take and still can't decipher what is happening.

This little plot in the center of Wynwood is where you can satiate yourself on the go, cause you have lots of mural's to see. Smorgasburg Miami's food truck lot promises an unforgettable, palate-pleasing adventure that celebrates the vibrant and diverse food scene of the Magic City. We sampled some new, almost on the market, canned beverage that supposed to taste like aromatic gin and tonics. Quite pleasant, but the name escapes me.

Even the sidewalks are tagged or else, artistically loved on. I had to snap this Warhol in the wild. Looks as if someone used the cig ash to create this iconic print.

We walked all over the place and in circles around Wynwood, there's something to see at every turn of the block. And I recommend going at night: obviously its cooler at night and the neon lights are out.

Peep my next post all about how shocked I was that I secured a reservation at the luxurious Gianni's Restaurant at the old Versace mansion, coming soon.

xo, H

[andreafmn]

Collision - Chapter 9

Word Count: 3,330

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 9/?

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, and rape

A/N: Finally a little bit of interaction with other Cullens. I may or may not have too big a soft spot for Rosalie.

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Chapter 9

The next day, (Y/N) found herself lying to her mother about how she had gotten hurt. A tumble down in the woods was enough to satisfy Allison Uley’s questions as to why her daughter had a bandaged arm. She reminded her to be careful and to apply the antibiotic ointment onto her wound to ensure its protection.

For the coming days, (Y/N) managed to avoid having her mother looking at the wound, disappearing to Sam’s house to get her bandage changed. She knew if her mother ever caught sight of the severity of the accident, she’d never be allowed to leave the house ever again.

But she had been enjoying spending time with her brother again. While their mother was at work, (Y/N) would consume the hours of the day at Sam’s house. During her visits, not only did she learn more about the supernatural world and her brother’s role in it, but she was also growing close to Emily.

There was no question that Sam and Emily were meant to be together. Their story had not been a fairytale – a string of pain and disillusionment had tied itself to them. At the end of the day, their love is what kept them together. Nobody would have been able to detect the tumultuous beginnings of their entanglement. Emily complimented (Y/N)’s brother perfectly, adding a tempered aura to his chaotic life.

Yet what (Y/N) had been most grateful for Emily was her advice. The older woman had taken the role of playing devil’s advocate to (Y/N)’s thoughts, giving another side to Carlisle’s actions – much to Sam’s dismay. As much as he had badmouthed vampires and all the trouble they brought, Emily told her sister-in-law to listen to her heart.

“(Y/N), we’ve been debating the same thing for days now,” Emily chuckled brightly. “There’s not much else to discuss. I’ll continue saying what I have: listen to your heart.”

“It’s just, logically, a person that can so easily lie to you is bound to do it in the future,” (Y/N) exasperated. “What if I give him another chance and he hurts me again?”

“I say you should just break up with him altogether,” Paul chimed nonchalantly. He sat balancing a chair on its hind legs and munching on pieces of a chocolate muffin. “It’s not like he can give you much out of life if we’re honest.”

“Paul, no one asked you to chime in,” Emily reprimanded. “But in the matters of the heart, logic simply doesn’t work. Now, whether you want to or not, you’re going to see him tomorrow to get those stitches out – Sue isn’t back yet. What will you do then? Don’t think too much, just the first thing that comes to your head.”

“I’d probably forgive him.” (Y/N) threw her head into her hands, letting out a loud groan. “I’m pathetic!”

“A little bit.”

“Why don’t you check if Sam and Jared need you, Paul,” Emily scolded the younger boy. It was evident that he was starting to annoy her. Paul shrugged and left the house, the closing screen door announcing his departure. “You’re not pathetic, darling. You’re in love, and there’s nothing wrong with forgiving him. The information Carlisle had to keep from you was something he had to keep from everyone to ensure his family’s safety. Have you given some thought to what would have happened if he had revealed it at the early stages of your relationship – how would you have reacted?”

“Gods, I don’t know. I haven’t given it any mind.”

“I know that when I was exposed to all of this I was slightly taken aback. But I fell in love with Sam regardless of what he is,” she smiled. “And, if I’m honest, the Cullens are by far better than any other vampire – they only feed on animals, not humans. Do you love him, (Y/N)?”

“I do,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Enough to renounce to a future you might have dreamed of?”

“More than I thought I could anyone.”

“It seems your mind is more made up than you thought,” Emily beamed. “Don’t doubt your heart, (Y/N). You must believe that things will work out in the end.”

“I’m just scared,” she finally admitted. “I felt so angry and betrayed – I’d never felt that way in my life. Granted, he’s my first everything when it comes to relationships, but I am sure that I love him.”

“Then, go to him. You’ve already lost so much time being apart.”

“I have to go there tomorrow either way…”

“(Y/N),” Emily warned. “Go.”

“Sometimes you’re really bossy.”

“You’ll thank me later,” she laughed. “I’ll tell Sam you had to go. Call me afterward, okay?”

“Will do!”

(Y/N) walked back to her house, changed quickly into a light blue wrap dress, and ran a brush through her hair. She felt giddy, kind of like she had the day of their first date. Although, this time there was a knot in the pit of her stomach. Could she truly accept abandoning a life she had dreamed of, even possibly becoming a vampire herself?

As she put the finishing touches on the makeup she had been doing she thought back to her mom. Allison wouldn’t say so, but being estranged from her son was killing her. By choosing to be with Carlisle she was setting the route to two outcomes: she abandons her mother, or she tells the truth, opening the way for a plethora of consequences.

But all her worries dissipated as the screen on her phone lit up with a message from Emily.

Follow your heart.

And that’s what she did.

(Y/N) hopped into her truck and sped all the way to Forks. Her heart was beating hard on her chest, and she was sure that the vampires in the house would be able to hear it over the engine of the car. She was surprised when no one exited the house as she killed the car, hoping Carlisle would somehow be waiting for her outside, arms outstretched.

She needed a few minutes to gather her courage though. She remained in the car, calming herself down with deep breathing and rereading Emily’s message. All that stood between her and the man she loved was a wooden door.

With trembling hands, she knocked softly on the door and waited for whoever would be the immortal that opened it. Surprisingly, it was not Carlisle.

“Oh, hello, (Y/N)! We weren’t expecting you today.”

“Hi, Esme,” she smiled back at the black-haired woman. “Actually, I came to talk to Carlisle, and might as well take advantage of the trip and get my stitches out.”

“Well, he went out for a bit but I’m sure he’ll be back any second now,” she announced. “Why don’t you come in and wait for him in his office.”

“Sounds good.” (Y/N) followed the woman inside and into the room, sitting quietly on his office chair.

“How have you been, (Y/N)?”

The question startled her. She was not anticipating a conversation with the mother figure of the Cullens. “I’ve been good.”

“Correct to suggest you have been racking your brain about how it’s possible for the supernatural to exist?” She chuckled, and (Y/N) nodded. “We have all been there. It’s a difficult thing to wrap your head around. It gets you questioning everything around you, even your own existence.”

“The hardest part, I think for me, was knowing how easy it was for you all to hide it. I mean, I grew up with the stories – believing they were just that – and never hypothesized that you were the ones the elders spoke of. I guess I felt blindsided by the whole ordeal.”

“I hope you know that Carlisle only wanted to protect you,” Esme implored. “Bringing you into this world is opening a pandora’s box none of us can control. But revealing the truth was his way of showing you how serious he is about your relationship. Whatever you have decided, I hope you take into account how much he truly loves you.”

“Thank you, Esme,” (Y/N) smiled. “I have.”

“Alright then, I can hear his car parking. So, I’ll get the kids out of the house. That way you can have some privacy.” Esme stopped before closing the door behind her. “You both deserve happiness, (Y/N). And I hope it’s with each other.”

The door clicked softly, and (Y/N) was left to bask with those words for a couple of seconds. It was comforting to know that she had a web of support when it came to her relationship. It only helped to fortify her decision toward reunification.

She didn’t spend too much time inside her head as the door opened once more and Carlisle finally peeked his head in. His eyes softened when he saw (Y/N), a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He entered the room cautiously, trying to decipher what she would be talking to him about.

“Hello, Carlisle.” (Y/N) was the first to speak. “I hope you don’t mind I came early to have my stitches removed. Sue’s still not back to the rez.”

“Oh, of course,” he muttered. “You can sit on the chair, and I’ll get my instruments.”

She made her way to the chair she had sat on last week, following Carlisle as he searched in the cupboard for his medical bag. There was an awkward ambiance surrounding them, neither acknowledging the inevitable conversation they needed to have.

“The wound is healing nicely,” Carlisle commented. “Have you experienced any increased pain, oozing, swelling – any signs of infection?”

“None at all. I’ve been taking good care of the wound.”

Carlisle let out a sound of agreeance and quickly got to work. He avoided (Y/N)’s gaze, feeling her eyes following his every move. She flinched when his cold hands touched her skin, taken aback by the temperature. He apologized softly and removed the stitches at record speed.

“Carlisle,” (Y/N) called earning a sightless acknowledgment. “Carlisle, can you please look at me?”

Dark eyes met hers, the vision of hunger staring back at her. Sam had told her the signs – dark-colored eyes, pronounced dark circles under them, and his cheeks slightly sunken. She knew he had been torturing himself this whole time, abstaining from feeding in a way of penance.

(Y/N) couldn’t help the tears that pricked her eyes. Her left hand landed on his cheek, softly stroking the face of the man. Carlisle closed his eyes and leaned into her, missing the touch of her skin on his, finally breathing in her scent. Nine days had felt like an eternity without her. Growing used to her presence, he believed he’d never be able to continue without her.

“Oh darling,” she cooed. (Y/N) inspected his face closely, running her fingers across his face. She traced his jaw, his pronounced cheekbones, and finally his eyes. Long gone were the golden eyes she had fallen for, black ones stared back. “What have you done to yourself?”

“I thought I had lost you, (Y/N),” Carlisle sobbed. “I should have never lied to you, but I was scared if I told you from the beginning you wouldn’t want to be with me. I know I hurt you and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for any pain I cause you – you deserve better than me.”

“Carlisle, stop. I was stunned,” she confessed. “When the truth was finally revealed I think I was aghast that the image I had conjured of a future with you was shattered. Then, my brother’s identity was revealed, and my life became a whirlwind. I am a woman of science – facts – and being faced with the supernatural world distorted everything I believed as fact.”

“I know and, in hindsight, I probably would have revealed all of this in the beginning, allowing you to decide if you wanted to invest your life into this life.”

“We can’t dwell on what we could have done,” (Y/N) consoled him, using her hands to focus his eyesight on hers. “I understand why you did what you did – your family’s safety should always be your priority. But I am glad you told me now. Had it not been for your candor I probably would have lost you and my brother to a secret, and I think that would have been even more devastating than this. I may not understand everything that is happening, but what I am sure of is how much I love you and am willing to renounce to what could have been for what we have now.”

“Are you serious?” Carlisle’s eyes widened. He had never known this feeling well spending his time as a human under his father’s shadow, then wasting his time in the pursuit of knowledge and healing. He had no time for love – he didn’t know he had been waiting for her. “I don’t want you to do something you might regret later on, (Y/N). You deserve the world, my love.”

“I don’t want to experience it without you, Carlisle. I am sure of my decision,” she smiled. “I love you far too much to ever lose you. And if forever is the price to pay, then so be it.”

Carlisle’s face beamed with a smile from ear to ear. His hands snaked themselves around her hips, lifting her from the chair and wrapping her in a tight embrace. (Y/N) giggled at the feeling of being raised in the air, circling his neck with her own arms. Looking up at her face, Carlisle closed the distance between their faces and placed a tentative kiss on her lips. He wasn’t sure this was happening. His mind had played enough tricks on him that past week he couldn’t determine with certainty this wasn’t a sleepless dream. But as (Y/N) reciprocated the kiss, using her arms as leverage to press harder against him, he knew it was reality. Dreams never returned passion, never returned love.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to come back,” she broke the kiss. “I wanted to come back since that day, but my mind won over my heart. I just…”

“Needed to play out all possible outcomes?” He chuckled at her bashfulness. “I would expect nothing less from future Doctor Uley.”

“Doctor Uley, huh? Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” he grinned.

“Well, we’ll see,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I have to get through this medical assistant certification first – only two more weeks – and then I can toy with the idea of becoming a doctor. And you have to go feed now. I want the eyes that I fell for back.”

“Your wish is my command, my love,” Carlisle gleamed. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“Most probably.”

“Well then, I’ll try not to take long.” With another kiss to her lips, (Y/N) watched as Carlisle disappeared into the woods in a split second.

She wasn’t sure when the tears had sprouted again. But as she stared out of the enormous windows, (Y/N) felt the warm liquid falling down her cheeks. She was certain in her resolve – she loved Carlisle too much to let him go – but a sliver of her still battled her decision. Was she truly ready to leave behind the life she knew, her family and friends, for the man she loved?

“It’s scary, isn’t it?” A soft voice startled her. “This world can be.”

“What do you mean, Rosalie?”

“You’re wondering if love is worth relinquishing your mortality,” she smiled, joining (Y/N)'s side. “One can fall in love many times throughout a lifetime – you’re pondering if the love you feel for him is strong enough to endure eternity.”

“Am I right to guess these are questions that ran through your own head, then?”

“They did,” Rosalie smiled softly. “But it was too late for me. I didn’t get the choice to keep my mortality.”

“How so? If you don’t mind telling your story.”

Rosalie invited (Y/N) to sit next to her, preparing herself to relate the sad tale of her shift once more. “When I was younger, I used to think life was so long,” she chuckled. “Had I known that eternity would be my trajectory, I like to think I’d have appreciated it more. My whole human life I was obsessed with looks – my appearance, my money, my status. I wanted the best things out of life, no matter what. And I was getting it. Somehow, I had become engaged to the most sought-after bachelor, Royce King II. I was sure I had my life made then. I didn’t love him, but I loved what her represented – a nice, comfortable life.

But one week before we were to be wed, he had gone out with his friends and indulged in an alcoholic binge. I was just walking home from visiting a friend when I happened upon them. He started grabbing me, boasting to his companions of my beauty. I hadn’t known what a heavy drinker he was… nor how violent he could become.”

Rosalie’s words got stuck in her throat thinking back to that night. What a life of pain and torture could she have avoided had she known then what she knew now.

“You don’t have to continue if you don’t want, Rosalie,” (Y/N) comforted. “You don’t have to relive that.”

“It’s alright,” the blonde reassured. “They all had their way with me that night. Between their bodies and their fists, I have no recollection of what came first. But once they had each taken their helpings, they left me for dead on the street. Heaven knows how long I laid on the ground before Carlisle found me. If he hadn’t turned me then, I would not be here telling you my story.”

“I’m so sorry, Rosalie. No one deserves that.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she smiled sadly. “I got my revenge. Ending their lives one by one, leaving Royce for last. But it didn’t take away the pain. I had dreams – a family, a white picket fence… growing old. That night ripped everything away from me. On the one hand, I am grateful that I am still here, able to live for so many years to come. On the other, I still grieve the possibility of ever having the life I dreamed of. If I would have been given a choice, I would have stayed a human.”

“Why are you telling me this, Rosalie? Why not Bella? She’s spent more time with Edward and your family.”

“I can tell you doubt the idea of living for eternity. Bella embraced the thought as soon as it was confirmed,” she scoffed, but there was no ill will behind her words. “Resigning to a human life is renouncing to everything that can make life worth living. It’s made up of little moments, and once you have eternity, those little moments become dust collectors in your memories. Your family, your friends, the people you meet along the way – everything becomes a grain of sand on the shore. Is loving Carlisle worth all that?”

“It almost sounds like you don’t want me to choose him,” she chuckled dryly.

“No, I-I…”

“I’m kidding, Rosalie. I understand what you’re saying,” (Y/N) smiled. “I understand your warning. I can tell you don’t want me as a human to miss out willingly on the life you did. I don’t know how my decision today will affect the rest of my life. But for now, I’m allowing myself to embrace the now. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?”

“Then I hope you take this into consideration once you’re standing at that crossroads.” Rosalie stood. She was glad her words would not fall onto deaf ears. She knew her coldness at the beginning came off as hate, but what she felt was anger laced with envy. Two humans had infiltrated the Cullen clan, one with no attachment to her humanity and the other questioning. “I hope you appreciate the fact that you have that choice.”

“I do, Rosalie,” she sighed. “I really do.”

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[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

[luminnara]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 6

Summary:  When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | ... | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

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Bucky refused to leave the omega’s side while she stayed in the lab. Bruce had to stop him from trying to crawl onto the bed with her, and after about the third time, he convinced the super soldier to just pull up a chair like a civilized person and hold her hand while she drifted off to sleep again. Now that she was with her alpha, she had settled down for another nap, more interested in resting than answering any more questions so long as Bucky stayed and kept an eye on her. 

Steve had to admit, it was endearing. He had never seen his friend so absolutely enraptured like this. Whenever the omega, or Ten, as Bruce was still calling her, shifted in her sleep, Bucky’s eyes were snapping over to make sure that she was okay. Whenever she let out a little whimper, he was purring and stroking her hair. Whenever she seemed like she might wake up again, his attention was completely on her.

“So...sure you don’t remember her?” Steve asked, pulling up a chair. He had left for a few hours to work out, and after a lack of updates from FRIDAY, he headed back down to check on everything. They were exactly as he had left them, which was a good sign. At least nothing was getting out of hand. 

Yet.

Bucky shrugged, rubbing the back of the omega’s hand with his thumb. “I dunno. It’s...foggy.”

“Well, it seems to me like you’ve either got a history together, or she’s mistaking you for someone else.” Steve said. “Quite frankly, it’s hard to do the latter.”

“I’ve dreamt of her.” Bucky said quietly. 

“...what?”

“It’s not much, but...I’ve seen her face.” Bucky looked down at her. “I think that no matter how many times HYDRA wiped my memory, she’s always been in there. Kinda like the one constant that was always around, the one thing I could always count on being in the base with me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Steve asked.

“Never knew if she was real or not.” Bucky sighed. “I thought...maybe she was just something my mind made up to fill some of the gaps. But she smells exactly like I remember.”

Steve sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his friend. Bucky wasn’t snarling anymore, most of his attention trained on the omega while she slept. Now that he was close to her, he had calmed down significantly, though he still wouldn’t let Steve within five feet of her bed. 

“Just got off the phone with Tony,” Bruce announced, walking in. “He and Pepper will be back tonight. Pepper’s having some clothes and personal items delivered for our new omega friend here. They also asked about renovating a more permanent room for her, but I, uh...told them I wasn’t exactly sure what the situation would be.”

“She’s staying with me,” Bucky said immediately. 

“Now hang on, hang on,” Steve leaned forward. 

“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I want her with me.”

“Buck, you don’t even know her—“

Bucky interrupted him with a loud snarl, the omega in question whining and squirming in her sleep at the sound of it. 

He immediately shut up, brushing a thumb over her cheek and shushing her until she was sleeping soundly again. Fuck, he felt so stupid. What was wrong with him? She could have woken up, or been scared, or upset, all because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. She needed her rest, and he needed to stay quiet. 

Steve almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“Oh, Buck,” he shook his head. “You’re in deep.”

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Amoretta woke feeling well rested, and it wasn’t until she tried to stretch and felt the tug of her IV drip that she remembered where she was. Opening her eyes revealed the bright lights of the lab, and as she started to sit up, a few faces came into view.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” Bruce said. “How are you feelin’?”

She licked her lips. “Juice box. Now.”

“Way ahead of you. Had this one waiting as soon as you started waking up.” He tossed one to her and was pleased when her hand shot up to catch it. “Reflexes look good. Vitals are all reading normal. I’ll have to run another test to see what’s going on with those suppressants, but I’m willing to bet you’re metabolizing them fairly quickly now. How are you feeling?”

She pulled the little straw off the back of the carton and jammed it into the top. “Nauseous. Like usual.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Side effect of the suppressants?”

“Always has been. Other than that...I feel great, actually.”

“Well, as soon as these wear off, we can figure out something nicer and more modern for you. If you want to use them, I mean.” Bruce shrugged. “Your choice.”

She smiled. “Choice. I like that.”

“Hey, we’re all about independence here,” Steve said happily. He was glad to see she was awake, even though Bucky wasn’t.

The other alpha was still at her side, but, as of about half an hour ago, he was napping. Steve made a mental note to never let him forget the way he slept straight through the one moment he had been waiting for all day. 

“What time is it?” She asked. “There’s no windows in this damn place.”

“Just after dinner,” Bruce chuckled. “You slept most of the day. Bucky hasn’t left your side.”

She looked over to her soldier, smiling warmly at the sight of him sleeping. He was even snoring softly. “I haven’t gotten to see this in forty years.”

“Did you two, uh…” Steve cleared his throat. “Spend a lot of time together?”

The omega laughed. “You always this awkward around girls?”

“That’s not—“

“Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She sucked on her straw. “But...yeah, we did.”

“So...you were just kept for his ruts, or…” Steve was so awkward it was almost endearing. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I think.”

“It’s okay. I know my lot in life.” She kept her eyes trained on Bucky as she spoke. “But if I’m going to answer more questions, I want to get out of this bed. And I want real clothes. Then I’ll talk.”

And so, only several minutes later, Bruce was handing her a sweater and some shorts he had grabbed from a little stash of extra clothing, and Bucky was startled awake by Ten stepping past him. She was finally free from all the tubes and cords that had been sticking out of her during her little hospital stay, and she was all too eager now to explore the tower.

She stood on wobbly legs, almost falling onto him when she tried to take a step. Bucky was up in a flash, ready to catch her, and as she fell against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her. Despite just waking up, he felt fully alert, completely ready to tend to his omega’s every need. 

His omega...he liked that train of thought. 

“We can head up to the common area. It should still be quiet.” Steve said, leading the way out. 

Bucky kept an arm around his omega’s waist as they followed, Bruce bringing up the rear. He wanted to be touching her at all times, constantly in contact so that he couldn’t lose track of her. His instincts were roaring to life, demanding that he do everything in his power to make sure that she was safe and in his line of sight. The elevator ride was tense and full of possessive growling, Bucky constantly shoving Ten behind him to keep her in the corner and as far away from Steve as possible, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the doors slid open and they could step out of the cramped space again. 

The common area was empty, thankfully, FRIDAY informing them that the other Avengers were all either working out or in their private quarters. 

“Good,” Steve said, heading towards the couches. “No interruptions. Got it, FRIDAY?”

“Understood, Captain Rogers.”

“C’mere,” Bucky mumbled, pulling his omega down to sit on one of the couches with him. Part of him was feeling a little sheepish and self conscious of his behavior...but the rest of him didn’t give a shit. The others could stare and shake their heads all they wanted, but he’d be damned if he let Ten slip through his fingers again. 

Or whatever her name was. 

Steve and Bruce sat across from them, making sure that they left as much space as possible between themselves and the new omega. Neither of them had ever seen Bucky behaving quite like this--he was on guard, hyper aware of everything around him. He made sure that she was pressed up against his side, an arm draped possessively over the back of the couch so that it was unmistakable that she was with him.

Christ, what had gotten into him? He couldn’t remember ever acting this way about an omega before. 

“So…” Steve cleared his throat, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees.

Bucky didn’t really like the way his posture made him lean forward towards his omega, but he could deal with it for now. “So.”

“What do you wanna know?” Ten asked, plucking at Bucky’s shirt. She seemed to be even clingier with him than he was with her, perfectly happy to be hanging off him or tucked up against his side. “You met my demands. I guess I’m an open book now.”

“I don’t want to overstep my bounds,” Steve said. “We just need to know as much as you’re willing to share.”

“Then ask a question.”

“...Alright.” he cleared his throat again. “You said HYDRA used you to help with Bucky’s ruts?”

Ten nodded, her expression remaining even and cool. 

“Could you tell us more about that?” Steve glanced at Bucky. “Were there ever any other omegas, or anyone we should know about?”

“There were omegas before me.” she answered. “When I first got to the compound, there were a lot of us. They kept us all in big cells, so everyone talked. People said things about how HYDRA was grabbing omegas off the street for their super soldiers, and how the one at our base was the biggest and scariest.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at her tone. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected her to sound like while she regaled them with her life story, but he definitely thought there would be a tad bit more apprehension in her voice. She seemed proud of herself, and more matter-of-fact than a lot of omegas would be while talking about their alpha’s previous partners. Or...whatever you called prisoners whose only purpose was to help during ruts.

“And I bet he was,” she sighed, leaning her cheek on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him adoringly. 

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Bucky said, an almost shy smile on his lips. And...was he actually blushing?

Steve was going to lose his mind. 

“You said the other omegas couldn’t handle it? That’s why you were given the serum?” he prompted, trying to keep them on track before he drowned in the sticky sweetness of her happy pheromones. 

“Right.” she turned her attention back to Steve and Bucky let out a quiet huff. “HYDRA didn’t really like to take care of us. And the soldier--I mean, Bucky--would wear them out. So...HYDRA would just kind of let them go. Or put them down, maybe. I never saw it.”

Bucky’s expression dropped. His blush was gone, and he almost looked like he was going to be sick as he listened to her talk.

“But it wasn’t his fault,” she said quickly, glancing between him and Steve. “I don’t think it was ever on purpose, you were just...demanding.”

He gave a groan, leaning his head back against the couch. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it, doll. I’d rather know what I did, at this point.”

She offered a small shrug. “I don’t really remember it being that bad, but I don’t think I ever met you before they gave me the serum.”

“That’s something, at least.” he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Why you?” Steve asked. “Did you have any prior military experience, any ties to something the others didn’t?”

“No.” she laughed. “I never even got in fights before HYDRA.”

“Then why’d they use such an important resource on you, specifically? Not trying to take a dig at you, it’s just...well, omegas don’t usually…”

“I know,” she said. “Omegas aren’t supposed to be tough, right? That’s why they only ever let alphas become super soldiers.”

“That’s not what I…” Steve trailed off and then sighed. “Sorry.”

“I told you, they gave me the serum so that I would be strong enough to hold my own. It also ensured I would always be around, no matter how many years passed.” Her fingers found Bucky’s free hand and she took it, absentmindedly playing with the smooth vibranium knuckles. “Having me as a constant meant they could stop spending so much time and effort on always having a new omega around for him. Plus…well, I wasn’t really there, but I heard something about it once…”

“What?” Bucky asked. 

“They let you choose who was going to become your omega.” She said, looking up at him. “They gave you a bunch of scents, and you chose mine. I guess it was the only reason they didn’t, uh...humanely euthanize me.”

His eyes were wide. The thought of HYDRA killing his omega brought a low growl to his throat, his chest rumbling with the vibrations of it. “No.”

“Well, clearly they didn’t!” She said brightly. “My file said I was a kicker.”

“So they gave you, an already aggressive omega, the serum, but never gave you any trigger words or fished around in your brain?” Bruce shook his head. “Surprisingly sloppy, considering who they are.”

“It’s not like they ever sent me out into the world. I stayed in my cell all day, unless I was needed for a rut. Then I went and stayed in a different cell.” She sighed. “And if they ever needed to, they could just use the alpha to grab me.”

Bucky clearly didn’t like the thought of that. He made a frustrated sound, leaning his head back again. “Great.”

“It was never bad.” She let go of his hand, moving her fingers to cup his jaw. “You never hurt me. You wouldn’t. Sometimes, when I acted up, they would make you go retrieve me, because they knew you were the only one who could do it. If they didn’t send you, they would just knock me out.”

“So...that was it?” Steve asked. “Ruts, serum, cryo?”

“For thirty years!” She chirped. “The last time they froze me, they were freezing him, too. They always tried to keep us in cryo at the same time so that I could be thawed out and ready when he needed me. But...I guess they just...left me there?” She frowned. 

“See, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Steve said. “I didn’t see any signs of a struggle at that base. I’d say they left in an orderly fashion, but the fact that they didn’t take you along makes me think they were in more of a hurry than they made it seem.”

“Natasha might have a better idea,” Bruce suggested. “We can talk to her, try to figure out—“

“FRIDAY, open the damn door or so help me God I will rewrite your entire personality.” A voice interrupted from the other side of the door. 

“I’m sorry, Tony, but Captain Rogers asked me not to.” The AI said. 

“Well, is it an emergency?” The man scoffed.

“No emergency measures have been executed. No security breaches have been identified.”

“Then I’m sorry, but Captain Rogers does not outrank me when it comes to my own robots. Open the door, beautiful.”

She seemed to sigh. “Very well, Mr. Stark.”

Ten perked up, leaning forward slightly. She was watching the door curiously, tilting her head a little when she heard it slide open. Bucky rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself quietly and pulling her up against his side as another alpha strode in. 

“Really? Having a party without me?” the man asked, a smooth, casual air about him as he walked in and looked at everyone on the couches. When his eyes landed on the omega cuddled up next to Bucky, he stopped. “Ah, is this our new guest?”

“Go away, Stark.” Bucky growled. He didn’t like how long the other man’s gaze was lingering on his omega, not when there weren’t any scars on her neck to show who she belonged to.

“Always such a charmer, Barnes.” Tony said, flopping down next to Steve. “Lovely to see you, too. Care to introduce me to your friend? ….No, you’d rather just snarl and forget your words? I knew you were old, but I didn’t realize you were actually a caveman.”

“Tony,” Bruce groaned. “Don’t aggravate him. Please.”

“Why not?” Tony leaned back against the cushions, completely at ease and totally happy to be pressing every one of Bucky’s buttons. 

“Are you Tony Stark?” Ten asked, wiggling out of Bucky’s grip to sit on the edge of their couch. 

Bucky caught her around the waist before she could get very far, though, and dragged her onto his lap. He loomed over her, sneering dangerously at Tony as the other alpha flashed a smile. 

“Bingo.” he said. 

“I never thought I’d meet a Stark,” she admitted. “I always heard about Stark Industries, but I lived too far away from any big cities to ever get to see any of his exhibitions.”

“Ah. You’re from my father’s time. Of course.” Tony shot a pointed glare in Bucky’s direction. “Seems like Bruce left out a few teensy weensy important details on the phone today.”

“Well, it’s been, uh...an ongoing learning experience.” Bruce said sheepishly. 

“Lots of developments, huh?” Tony raised an eyebrow. 

“You could say that.” Steve said under his breath. “We came up here so Ten could be more comfortable while we talk.”

“Oh yeah? What’re we talkin’ about?” Tony asked. 

“They were asking about my time with HYDRA,” she answered, cutting in before anyone else could. “And with...Bucky.”

Saying his name felt odd. Her tongue wasn’t used to it, and her mind wanted to call him alpha, or Winter Soldier. Bucky just seemed so…casual, such a strange thing to call a deadly super soldier. When she heard herself, though, she decided that she definitely didn’t hate it. 

Bucky’s heart gave a little leap at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He wanted her to say it over and over again, in whispers and in screams, for nobody else’s ears but his. 

“...Buck?” Steve asked, pulling him away from his thoughts. “You, uh, kinda zoned out there.”

It wasn’t until Bucky looked at Steve that he realized his eyes had been trained on the omega in his lap. “Yeah?”

“...Is this seriously how you’ve spent the past day and a half?” Tony asked. “Steve, I’m sorry, and I’m sure you’re just trying to be as helpful as you can be, like always, but I think you should let these two get a room.”

Steve looked at him incredulously. “Tony, really? I’m trying to get to the bottom of why exactly HYDRA would abandon the omega they pumped full of super soldier serum. They can get a room later—“

“Yeah, uh, wonder boy? I don’t think your pal is gonna last much longer before he tries to rip our heads off.” Tony nodded towards a very disgruntled Bucky. “You can resume your interrogation tomorrow, Cap.”

Steve looked to Bruce for help, but he only offered a small shrug and stood, heading towards the door. “He’s right, Steve. They deserve some alone time.”

“But—hey!” Steve protested as Bucky picked his omega up, striding past the two alphas sitting on the opposite couch. 

“Thanks for everything, Steve.” Bucky said over his shoulder. 

Ten squirmed, peeking around Bucky’s arm as she was carried away. “Bye, Mr. Stark!”

“Don’t look at him,” Bucky growled as they walked out the door. 

“Did his father really make hoverboards? I heard once that Howard was promising hoverboards—“

“No.” He said flatly. 

“...oh.” She huffed, slumping against him. “Where are we going?”

“My apartment.” Bucky stepped into the elevator, his grip still tight around her. 

The omega perked up. “You have a whole apartment?”

He puffed his chest out a little. “Course I do. Gotta have a nice place for you, don’t I?”

“So I can stay?” Her eyes were bright and happy. “I can stay there, with you, all the time? Not just when you rut?”

He felt a sad little pang in his heart. When he spoke again, his voice was low and soft. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Then, his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying. “I mean, uh...i-if you want to, that is. I know it’s fast and all, and maybe...would you rather have your own room? Or I can stay on the couch—“

“Bucky,” she cut him off with a laugh, a soft hand cupping his jaw. “You’ve been my alpha for seventy years. I’d say we’re actually moving pretty slow.”

His expression relaxed again, lips stretching into a small smile. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

They spent the rest of the elevator ride in comfortable silence, Bucky rubbing his scent glands all over her hair. He wanted to make sure that the next time they encountered anyone else, she smelled exactly like him.

Like her alpha.

When the elevator came to a gentle stop at Bucky’s floor, the doors opened, and he stepped out in front of his apartment door. It opened for him, having already scanned his biometrics, revealing a small, but cozy, living room. 

He set his omega down on her feet, watching anxiously as she stepped into his quarters. Did she like it? Fuck, was it too small? It was too small. She probably hated it. Fuck, fuck, fuck...he had to salvage this somehow. 

“Well, uh…” shit, he sounded too nervous. He wanted her to think he was a strong, capable alpha. 

He cleared his throat for another start. “Welcome home, Omega.” 

Wait. That wasn’t right. Should he be calling her that? No, probably not, it sounded too possessive, too uncaring. He wished he just knew her fucking name, or something. 

“I mean…Ten?”

Shit, he sounded so stupid. He wanted to impress her, not...do whatever this was.

She just laughed, though, turning and looking at him with those eyes that sparkled like starlight. “Amoretta. My name is Amoretta.”

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A QUIET PLACE  2 - YOU BELONG TO ME (ONE SHOT)

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It has been six weeks since you and Emmett made it to a community on an island just of the US coast.

The journey was hard, but it was well worth it. Finally, for once, you could feel some normality return.

You only met Emmett five months ago when he was staying in an abandoned factory and you were seeking shelter. He let you in and he saved you and, eventually, you fell in love with each other.

On the island, things worked differently. You were no longer by yourself. Instead, you were surrounded by others, predominantly men who seemed to have better luck surviving.

Quite frequently, you were getting hit on, causing Emmett’s frustration to grow. But, despite the fact that he put potential suiters into place, you thought his occasional jealousy was sweet and you enjoyed nothing more than when he became protective over you.

But, just today, one of the new residents took things just a little too far and decided to kiss you. This was too much for Emmett’s liking and a fight broke out between them, making you rather angry.

As such, just as he arrived back at your small cottage, you confronted him.

‘Johnny didn’t know, he was new and I told him. There is no need for you to be jealous’ you said.

‘I am not jealous Y/N, I am fucking worried about you. We don’t know these men. What is if one of them takes it too far when I am not around?’ Emmett growled.

‘I can protect myself, thank you’ you said sheepishly, earning yourself a deep sigh from Emmett.

‘Alright Emmett, if you don’t think I am a strong ass woman, then you should probably go and find someone else’ you said jokingly and playfully as you pointed to the door.

Emmett just smiled and shrugged before moving to the door. When his hand closed

‘Nah, I am not leaving’ Emmett smirked and your eyes widened in surprise for an instant until your pride caused you to flare just a little.

‘Oh? So, you agree that I am a strong woman?’ you asked with a grin on your face.

‘Oh I agree that you are a strong woman, alright…but you are my strong woman and these men out there better know that’ Emmett said suggestively, causing you to smile.

‘Well, the windows are wide open. Perhaps you should claim what is yours then?’ you suggested before biting your lip again suggestively.

Emmett turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to you, invading your space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Your stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Emmett's mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after you, stalking his prey.

‘Perhaps I should’ he smirked as he loomed over you, his fingertips barely brushing your inner wrists, and you took another step back with a nervous stammer.

‘Take me already’ you said as your heart skipped a beat. You knew that tone of his voice all too well ever since you moved into this cottage. Before, you had to be quiet, but now you didn’t and Emmett really liked to talk, dominate you and make you scream his name. You took another step back and Emmett followed, guiding you until you reached the corner and could escape no further.

‘Going somewhere?’ Emmett teased and moved in close, tenderly taking your left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over your head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from you. He held you there and gazed into your eyes for a moment, and your heart skipped another beat. Your eyes widened as he lowered his face to your sensitive neck and his warm breath fanned over your skin. You tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.

‘No’ you said as you took in a deep breath.

Emmett reached down to your side and intertwined his fingers with those of your right hand, lifting it to join the other above your head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching yours, his bearded cheek nuzzling your jawline an instant before his lips brushed over your earlobe.

‘I love you’ Emmett whispered and you trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Your neck was so tender and you ached for more. You mewled softly and tilted your head to the side, opening yourself to him.

‘I love you too’ you responded.

‘Good, now just remember that you're mine’ he said and lightly pressed his lips to your exposed neck. He loved to kiss you there almost as much as you loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of your body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in your intoxicating scent as you shuddered again and arched a little toward him.

‘I am yours Emmett’ you breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed.

Emmett smiled and traced his fingertips down your left arm to caress your cheek, raising up to loom over you and stare down into your beautiful eyes.

‘I've loved you since the first moment I met you, Y/N’ Emmett said as his fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down your neck. Your breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and you could only moan in reply.

‘You belong to me and I will do anything for you’ he whispered as he moved closer to press his lips to your forehead even as his hips pinned yours to the wall. Your entire body shifted and you jerked your hips as his pressed in.

Your cheeks burned and you knew that they must be completely red now. Your eyes widened again and you could feel that your pulse hammered visibly in your neck.

Emmett swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. You struggled to breathe as Emmett stared down into your eyes and slowly unbuttoned your kaki coloured shirt from the top down, exposing more and more of your skin. Your body tensed with each button and your breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Emmett guided the blouse open to bare your belly and black lace bra to the cool air.

His eyes never left yours until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down your body, drinking in the luscious sight. You swallowed hard and blushed furiously. Emmett smiled and nodded in approval as you remained still while he looked upon you.

Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take your wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to your sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to yours in the smallest hint of a kiss. You shivered lightly as he loomed over you again. You leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and you tugged on your wrists, anxious to feel him under your itching fingers.

Emmett smiled and leaned away from your kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on your wrists, causing you to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Emmett stepped back once more and spun your around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to your shoulders and guided your shirt down your arms, stopping with it at the small of your back, keeping your wrists bound to your side.

You were helpless, unable to even see him now. You could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.

‘I'm in control Y/N�� he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of your shoulder and neck. A light nip sent your head falling back and you mewled again.

‘I want to touch you’ you somehow made out, but instinctively kept your wrists at your side.

Emmett continued to kiss you, his lips moving back down your neck and over your shoulder as he dropped the blouse to the floor and lifted your wrists once again.

‘No, not yet’ Emmett said firmly.

You pressed your wrists against the wall and moaned as Emmett's lips moved back and forth over your sensitive skin. You shuddered when he traced back down your arms and sides to stop on your waist. His hands slid around to the front to unbutton and unzip your jeans, causing your eyes to widen again as he casually pushed them over your hips and down to join your shirt on the floor.

‘Emmett’ you breathed as he stepped back to eye you again, eager to imprint the sight of your body on his mind. He took special note of the lacy, black panties, silky and tight against curves of your hips and ass. Eyes never leaving that amazing view, Emmett reached out and unclasped your bra.

‘Turn around’ he instructed.

You could feel the pounding of your heart and turned slowly, keenly aware of how precariously your bra draped over your breasts. So very self-conscious, you nevertheless forced your wide eyes to meet his. Emmett looked down into your eyes and met your gaze with a smile. Reaching up to your shoulders, he slowly guided the bra straps down your arms. He leaned forward as he did, kissing your neck and softly sucking on the tender flesh.

You whimpered. Your breasts were now exposed to him and you were left in only your panties. Your heart pounded furiously and you couldn't help but arch your hips toward him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed your head falling back. Emmett took full advantage of your offering and nuzzled deeply into your neck. Reaching down, he took your hands in his and returned them to their proper place - pinned to the wall above your head.

‘You belong to me Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his teeth to your skin, slowly biting down as his hips met yours and pinned them to the wall.

The words made you shudder, and you ached to arch your hips again. Your heart raced. Your body writhed as much as the press of his against yours would allow. You grew more and more needy by the second, and the touch of his teeth to your tender neck made you mewl and breathe harshly.

Emmett met your desperate sound with a low growl and rolled his hips into you. He dragged his tongue over your flesh, tasting your surrender, and clenched his jaw. His teeth sunk into your neck, marking his territory.

‘Emmett’ you screamed and bucked into his body, gasping and writhing against him, the sensation so intense. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

Emmett flinched at your scream, the sound loud but delicious in his ear, and relaxed his jaw. He nuzzled into your neck, softly kissing the pained flesh as the blood rushed back to your skin. You sobbed out softly, sinking a little against the wall, eyes glazed over.

After taking a few steadying breaths, Emmett began to walk backward, pulling you with him by your hands. You stumbled with him as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Staring up into your eyes as you stood there in front of him, Emmett kissed all around your navel and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You shivered and bit your lower lip, gripping his shoulders tightly, as he slid the panties to the floor.

As soon as the panties dropped, Emmett reached for your wrists, guiding them back to your sides.

‘I am not done’ he spoke softly, but the words were heavy with force.

Still looking up and into your eyes, he bent lower and began kissing over your mound, causing you to whimper and then sharply cry out his name when the tip of his tongue traced down your slit while you could feel his beard tickle your skin.

Hands above your head’ he breathed out against your skin, and you instantly complied, raising your hands and lacing your fingers together.

‘Oh god Emmett’ you whimpered again as his tongue stretched lower, dragging over your clit. He gripped your hips tightly as you cried out his name once more and jerked toward his mouth. He alternated between kissing over your mound and flicking his tongue over your clit, never letting you focus on one sensation for long. Trusting you to keep your hands above your head as you were told, Emmett slid one hand down to sink two of his strong fingers into your opening. His other hand moved up your chest, closing over your right breast to knead softly, his rough palm grating over your hard nipple.

You gasped and trembled against his hold. You were so wet, you just knew you must have been dripping.

‘You taste so sweet’ you heard Emmett say, and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip as you struggled to stay standing while Emmett ducked his head lower, lapping at the juices coating your lips.

‘Please, Emmett... Please! I need you!’ you cried.

Emmett jerked at your cry and pushed your back away from him. Taking a calming breath, he stood before you, his body so impossibly close to yours. He stared down into your eyes with barely contained hunger and you stumbled back a step, breathing harshly and mewling almost steadily now. You trembled as he walked around you, his eyes raking over your naked, vulnerable body.

‘On the bed, now’ Emmett commanded, and you turned to crawl backward onto it immediately. He watched you go, admiring your liquid grace, and began to strip. Down went his t-shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers. You watched with open lust, your breath catching as each peace hit the floor.

I want to touch you’ you whined.

Emmett smiled and walked to the bed. He stood towering over your naked body and you could see the throbbing of his erect cock. You moaned loudly as Emmett took your hand in his and guided it to his thick shaft.

Your fingers instantly wrapped around him and squeezed lightly, stroking along his length up and down, watching Emmett with wide eyes. Your touch was magic, and he sucked in a sharp breath in response. His head rolled back and his hips rocked forward. A surge of precum wet the tip of his cock, dripping over your fingers.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he breathed out but you couldn't wait any longer.

‘I need you inside me’ you whispered and rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock. You tightened your grip and stroked faster, the action making you shudder just as much Emmett was. Your hips shifted restlessly on the bed in anticipation.

‘Impatient as usual’ Emmett chuckled as he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled your hand away. In a flash he was on you, pushing your back onto the bed, climbing over you. He dipped his hips between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, and he locked gazes with you.

‘Take me Emmett’ you moaned as he pinned your hands above your head, causing you to buck your hips up toward his.

‘As you wish’ Emmett growled as he adjusted his hips and shifted them forward. His bulbous head parted your lips and began sinking into you, causing you to cry out. Emmett moaned and shuddered and pressed steadily deeper, slowly filling and stretching your welcoming pussy.

‘Fuck you are tight’ Emmett murmured with a heavy breath as he entered you and you threw your head back, clenching and arching into him desperately. He filled you so deeply already and you were absolutely gushing with wetness.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as Emmett bucked the last little distance, slamming his cock fully into you and rotating his hips.

‘So utterly and completely mine’ Emmett growled as he pulled back slowly and slammed in again

‘Emmett’ you screamed out his name and threw your head back, arching up sharply toward him. Your legs squeezed even more tightly around his waist, trying to pull him ever deeper. Emmett buried his face in your neck, biting again and again, intent on marking you once more.

His teeth were just too much. You couldn't bear any more. Unable to stop the sensations from ripping through you, you screamed out his name again and began to climax.

‘Come inside me Emmett, please’ you murmured as your walls began to tighten around him. You weren’t on birth control, but you no longer cared now that you were safe.

Emmett tightened his grips on your wrists and pushed up to stare down at your lovely body, wracked in pleasure. He panted for breath as he pushed his hips harder and faster, the sound of each impact wet with your juices.

Your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver as he continued to thrust into you at a relentless speed.

’Fuck’ he growled and pressed his forehead to yours, slamming his cock hard into your pussy once more. He planted his full length deep inside you, grinding, and suddenly arched his back with a primal shout, coming hard and filling you with his warm cum.

‘Emmett, oh god yes’ you screamed again as the pleasure he gave you was so intense. It ripped through your body and left your slick with sweat, shaking with each wave as the orgasm went on and on in a steady flow of aftershocks.

Emmett shuddered wordlessly atop you, hips rolling once more, desperate to empty every last drop of cum into your writhing form. He gasped for breath and jerked with each orgasmic spasm that shook his body. As the near painful pleasure began to subside, he breathlessly found your mouth with his, kissing you hard.

You both fought for breath, and Emmett finally collapsed to the bed beside you. He weakly pulled you to him, cradling your again his chest.

Without words, you moaned softly and went limp in his arms, aside from the occasional shudder.

‘I love you’ he finally whispered.

‘I love you too’ you said as you cuddled in as closely as possible, breathing in Emmett's scent.

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 It has been six weeks since you and Emmett made it to a community on an island just of the US coast.

The journey was hard, but it was well worth it. Finally, for once, you could feel some normality return.

You only met Emmett five months ago when he was staying in an abandoned factory and you were seeking shelter. He let you in and he saved you and, eventually, you fell in love with each other.

On the island, things worked differently. You were no longer by yourself. Instead, you were surrounded by others, predominantly men who seemed to have better luck surviving.

Quite frequently, you were getting hit on, causing Emmett’s frustration to grow. But, despite the fact that he put potential suiters into place, you thought his occasional jealousy was sweet and you enjoyed nothing more than when he became protective over you.

But, just today, one of the new residents took things just a little too far and decided to kiss you. This was too much for Emmett’s liking and a fight broke out between them, making you rather angry.

As such, just as he arrived back at your small cottage, you confronted him.

‘Johnny didn’t know, he was new and I told him. There is no need for you to be jealous’ you said.

‘I am not jealous Y/N, I am fucking worried about you. We don’t know these men. What is if one of them takes it too far when I am not around?’ Emmett growled.

‘I can protect myself, thank you’ you said sheepishly, earning yourself a deep sigh from Emmett.

‘Alright Emmett, if you don’t think I am a strong ass woman, then you should probably go and find someone else’ you said jokingly and playfully as you pointed to the door.

Emmett just smiled and shrugged before moving to the door. When his hand closed

‘Nah, I am not leaving’ Emmett smirked and your eyes widened in surprise for an instant until your pride caused you to flare just a little.

‘Oh? So, you agree that I am a strong woman?’ you asked with a grin on your face.

‘Oh I agree that you are a strong woman, alright…but you are my strong woman and these men out there better know that’ Emmett said suggestively, causing you to smile.

‘Well, the windows are wide open. Perhaps you should claim what is yours then?’ you suggested before biting your lip again suggestively.

Emmett turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to you, invading your space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Your stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Emmett's mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after you, stalking his prey.

‘Perhaps I should’ he smirked as he loomed over you, his fingertips barely brushing your inner wrists, and you took another step back with a nervous stammer.

‘Take me already’ you said as your heart skipped a beat. You knew that tone of his voice all too well ever since you moved into this cottage. Before, you had to be quiet, but now you didn’t and Emmett really liked to talk, dominate you and make you scream his name. You took another step back and Emmett followed, guiding you until you reached the corner and could escape no further.

‘Going somewhere?’ Emmett teased and moved in close, tenderly taking your left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over your head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from you. He held you there and gazed into your eyes for a moment, and your heart skipped another beat. Your eyes widened as he lowered his face to your sensitive neck and his warm breath fanned over your skin. You tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.

‘No’ you said as you took in a deep breath.

Emmett reached down to your side and intertwined his fingers with those of your right hand, lifting it to join the other above your head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching yours, his bearded cheek nuzzling your jawline an instant before his lips brushed over your earlobe.

‘I love you’ Emmett whispered and you trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Your neck was so tender and you ached for more. You mewled softly and tilted your head to the side, opening yourself to him.

‘I love you too’ you responded.

‘Good, now just remember that you're mine’ he said and lightly pressed his lips to your exposed neck. He loved to kiss you there almost as much as you loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of your body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in your intoxicating scent as you shuddered again and arched a little toward him.

‘I am yours Emmett’ you breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed.

Emmett smiled and traced his fingertips down your left arm to caress your cheek, raising up to loom over you and stare down into your beautiful eyes.

‘I've loved you since the first moment I met you, Y/N’ Emmett said as his fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down your neck. Your breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and you could only moan in reply.

‘You belong to me and I will do anything for you’ he whispered as he moved closer to press his lips to your forehead even as his hips pinned yours to the wall. Your entire body shifted and you jerked your hips as his pressed in.

Your cheeks burned and you knew that they must be completely red now. Your eyes widened again and you could feel that your pulse hammered visibly in your neck.

Emmett swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. You struggled to breathe as Emmett stared down into your eyes and slowly unbuttoned your kaki coloured shirt from the top down, exposing more and more of your skin. Your body tensed with each button and your breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Emmett guided the blouse open to bare your belly and black lace bra to the cool air.

His eyes never left yours until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down your body, drinking in the luscious sight. You swallowed hard and blushed furiously. Emmett smiled and nodded in approval as you remained still while he looked upon you.

Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take your wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to your sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to yours in the smallest hint of a kiss. You shivered lightly as he loomed over you again. You leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and you tugged on your wrists, anxious to feel him under your itching fingers.

Emmett smiled and leaned away from your kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on your wrists, causing you to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Emmett stepped back once more and spun your around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to your shoulders and guided your shirt down your arms, stopping with it at the small of your back, keeping your wrists bound to your side.

You were helpless, unable to even see him now. You could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.

‘I'm in control Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of your shoulder and neck. A light nip sent your head falling back and you mewled again.

‘I want to touch you’ you somehow made out, but instinctively kept your wrists at your side.

Emmett continued to kiss you, his lips moving back down your neck and over your shoulder as he dropped the blouse to the floor and lifted your wrists once again.

‘No, not yet’ Emmett said firmly.

You pressed your wrists against the wall and moaned as Emmett's lips moved back and forth over your sensitive skin. You shuddered when he traced back down your arms and sides to stop on your waist. His hands slid around to the front to unbutton and unzip your jeans, causing your eyes to widen again as he casually pushed them over your hips and down to join your shirt on the floor.

‘Emmett’ you breathed as he stepped back to eye you again, eager to imprint the sight of your body on his mind. He took special note of the lacy, black panties, silky and tight against curves of your hips and ass. Eyes never leaving that amazing view, Emmett reached out and unclasped your bra.

‘Turn around’ he instructed.

You could feel the pounding of your heart and turned slowly, keenly aware of how precariously your bra draped over your breasts. So very self-conscious, you nevertheless forced your wide eyes to meet his. Emmett looked down into your eyes and met your gaze with a smile. Reaching up to your shoulders, he slowly guided the bra straps down your arms. He leaned forward as he did, kissing your neck and softly sucking on the tender flesh.

You whimpered. Your breasts were now exposed to him and you were left in only your panties. Your heart pounded furiously and you couldn't help but arch your hips toward him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed your head falling back. Emmett took full advantage of your offering and nuzzled deeply into your neck. Reaching down, he took your hands in his and returned them to their proper place - pinned to the wall above your head.

‘You belong to me Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his teeth to your skin, slowly biting down as his hips met yours and pinned them to the wall.

The words made you shudder, and you ached to arch your hips again. Your heart raced. Your body writhed as much as the press of his against yours would allow. You grew more and more needy by the second, and the touch of his teeth to your tender neck made you mewl and breathe harshly.

Emmett met your desperate sound with a low growl and rolled his hips into you. He dragged his tongue over your flesh, tasting your surrender, and clenched his jaw. His teeth sunk into your neck, marking his territory.

‘Emmett’ you screamed and bucked into his body, gasping and writhing against him, the sensation so intense. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

Emmett flinched at your scream, the sound loud but delicious in his ear, and relaxed his jaw. He nuzzled into your neck, softly kissing the pained flesh as the blood rushed back to your skin. You sobbed out softly, sinking a little against the wall, eyes glazed over.

After taking a few steadying breaths, Emmett began to walk backward, pulling you with him by your hands. You stumbled with him as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Staring up into your eyes as you stood there in front of him, Emmett kissed all around your navel and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You shivered and bit your lower lip, gripping his shoulders tightly, as he slid the panties to the floor.

As soon as the panties dropped, Emmett reached for your wrists, guiding them back to your sides.

‘I am not done’ he spoke softly, but the words were heavy with force.

Still looking up and into your eyes, he bent lower and began kissing over your mound, causing you to whimper and then sharply cry out his name when the tip of his tongue traced down your slit while you could feel his beard tickle your skin.

Hands above your head’ he breathed out against your skin, and you instantly complied, raising your hands and lacing your fingers together.

‘Oh god Emmett’ you whimpered again as his tongue stretched lower, dragging over your clit. He gripped your hips tightly as you cried out his name once more and jerked toward his mouth. He alternated between kissing over your mound and flicking his tongue over your clit, never letting you focus on one sensation for long. Trusting you to keep your hands above your head as you were told, Emmett slid one hand down to sink two of his strong fingers into your opening. His other hand moved up your chest, closing over your right breast to knead softly, his rough palm grating over your hard nipple.

You gasped and trembled against his hold. You were so wet, you just knew you must have been dripping.

‘You taste so sweet’ you heard Emmett say, and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip as you struggled to stay standing while Emmett ducked his head lower, lapping at the juices coating your lips.

‘Please, Emmett... Please! I need you!’ you cried.

Emmett jerked at your cry and pushed your back away from him. Taking a calming breath, he stood before you, his body so impossibly close to yours. He stared down into your eyes with barely contained hunger and you stumbled back a step, breathing harshly and mewling almost steadily now. You trembled as he walked around you, his eyes raking over your naked, vulnerable body.

‘On the bed, now’ Emmett commanded, and you turned to crawl backward onto it immediately. He watched you go, admiring your liquid grace, and began to strip. Down went his t-shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers. You watched with open lust, your breath catching as each peace hit the floor.

I want to touch you’ you whined.

Emmett smiled and walked to the bed. He stood towering over your naked body and you could see the throbbing of his erect cock. You moaned loudly as Emmett took your hand in his and guided it to his thick shaft.

Your fingers instantly wrapped around him and squeezed lightly, stroking along his length up and down, watching Emmett with wide eyes. Your touch was magic, and he sucked in a sharp breath in response. His head rolled back and his hips rocked forward. A surge of precum wet the tip of his cock, dripping over your fingers.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he breathed out but you couldn't wait any longer.

‘I need you inside me’ you whispered and rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock. You tightened your grip and stroked faster, the action making you shudder just as much Emmett was. Your hips shifted restlessly on the bed in anticipation.

‘Impatient as usual’ Emmett chuckled as he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled your hand away. In a flash he was on you, pushing your back onto the bed, climbing over you. He dipped his hips between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, and he locked gazes with you.

‘Take me Emmett’ you moaned as he pinned your hands above your head, causing you to buck your hips up toward his.

‘As you wish’ Emmett growled as he adjusted his hips and shifted them forward. His bulbous head parted your lips and began sinking into you, causing you to cry out. Emmett moaned and shuddered and pressed steadily deeper, slowly filling and stretching your welcoming pussy.

‘Fuck you are tight’ Emmett murmured with a heavy breath as he entered you and you threw your head back, clenching and arching into him desperately. He filled you so deeply already and you were absolutely gushing with wetness.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as Emmett bucked the last little distance, slamming his cock fully into you and rotating his hips.

‘So utterly and completely mine’ Emmett growled as he pulled back slowly and slammed in again

‘Emmett’ you screamed out his name and threw your head back, arching up sharply toward him. Your legs squeezed even more tightly around his waist, trying to pull him ever deeper. Emmett buried his face in your neck, biting again and again, intent on marking you once more.

His teeth were just too much. You couldn't bear any more. Unable to stop the sensations from ripping through you, you screamed out his name again and began to climax.

‘Come inside me Emmett, please’ you murmured as your walls began to tighten around him. You weren’t on birth control, but you no longer cared now that you were safe.

Emmett tightened his grips on your wrists and pushed up to stare down at your lovely body, wracked in pleasure. He panted for breath as he pushed his hips harder and faster, the sound of each impact wet with your juices.

Your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver as he continued to thrust into you at a relentless speed.

’Fuck’ he growled and pressed his forehead to yours, slamming his cock hard into your pussy once more. He planted his full length deep inside you, grinding, and suddenly arched his back with a primal shout, coming hard and filling you with his warm cum.

‘Emmett, oh god yes’ you screamed again as the pleasure he gave you was so intense. It ripped through your body and left your slick with sweat, shaking with each wave as the orgasm went on and on in a steady flow of aftershocks.

Emmett shuddered wordlessly atop you, hips rolling once more, desperate to empty every last drop of cum into your writhing form. He gasped for breath and jerked with each orgasmic spasm that shook his body. As the near painful pleasure began to subside, he breathlessly found your mouth with his, kissing you hard.

You both fought for breath, and Emmett finally collapsed to the bed beside you. He weakly pulled you to him, cradling your again his chest.

Without words, you moaned softly and went limp in his arms, aside from the occasional shudder.

‘I love you’ he finally whispered.

‘I love you too’ you said as you cuddled in as closely as possible, breathing in Emmett's scent.

‘

[thebookreader12345]

Memory Lane

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: Y/N gets severely injured on the job, and throughout her time in and out of consciousness, she recalls the memories that she's shared with Adam throughout the years

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of getting shot

Word Count: 1,718 Words

One minute, I was fine. The next, I was on the ground, clutching at my shirt which was stained dark red with blood. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. It was a simple exchange, money for drugs, but everything went sideways when a patrol car intercepted the meeting. That was especially bad news for Adam and I seeing as neither of us had on bullet proof vests.

"Y/N!" Adam shouted and hooked his arms under my armpits before dragging me behind our car. Gunfire echoed around us, but the only thing I was trying to focus on was Adam. "5021 Ida. I need an ambo to the south block of Union. We're in the abandoned lot near the factories. My partner's been shot."

"Copy that 5021 Ida. An ambulance is 3 minutes out," the dispatcher replied.

"Adam," I murmur.

"No, Y/N, don't talk," Adam ordered and pressed his hands onto my wound, which caused me to wince. "Save your strength. Everything's gonna be okay."

"I've been shot in the stomach and I'm lying in a pool of blood," I whisper and clutch Adam's arm. "It's not cool to lie to me when I'm dying."

"Hey, you are not going to die on me. Not here, not now, now ever," Adam said. I nodded as my vision started to blur slightly, and I began to lose my strength. My grip on Adam's forearm loosened and my hand fell slack to the side, hitting the rocky gravel pavement. I could feel my conscious fading away, and it took everything in my power to keep my eyes the slightest bit open. Adam noticed my sudden silence, and when he realized that my eyes were staring to close, his face was flooded with worry. "Keep your eyes open, darling. The ambulance is almost here. You can do it."

I wanted to be strong for Adam, but it was getting hard to stay awake. My brain was begging me to close my eyes and get some rest, and I fought the urge to lose consciousness for as long as I could, but that didn't last forever. I felt my eyes flutter shut, the last thing I saw being Adam's distressed face. It was weird though, being unconscious. Everything was black, and there was no light in sight. That's when the black disappeared though, and suddenly, I was reliving the time Adam and I first met.

Flashback

"Here are the papers you requested Trudy. All 26 of them," I declare and place the stack of papers on the front desk.

"I'm impressed," Trudy confessed. "I didn't think you'd get it done in time."

"Hey, we may be short in the bullpen, but that doesn't mean I can't get my own work done quickly," I say.

"Speaking of being short on people, Al's brining in the new recruit now," Trudy spoke and nodded behind me. I turned around just as Al bounded up the front steps with our new rookie trailing a few steps behind him.

"Hey, Al," I greet my co-worker. "Who's this?"

"Y/N, this is Adam Ruzek. He's going to be our newest team member. And Adam, this is Y/N L/N," Al introduced. "She's one of the members of Intelligence."

"It's nice to meet you," Adam admitted.

"Yeah. You too," I reply.

"So, are you gonna be my partner?" Adam questioned.

I laughed softly. "Sorry, but I'm partnered up with Antonio. You're stuck with Al."

"Oh. Al was telling me about you on the ride over so I just figured..." Adam trailed off, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

"He's cute. I like him," I tell Al.

Al chuckled. "I figured you would."

"Well, Adam, it was nice meeting you, but I've gotta get back upstairs and finish some more paperwork. Al, would you mind buzzing me up? My print hasn't been working lately," I explain.

"Sure. Ruzek, I need you to stay here and fill out some paperwork with Sergeant Platt. She can let you up when you're done," Al said.

"Got it. Again, it was nice meeting you, Y/N," Adam voiced.

Flashback Ends

When I slightly regained consciousness, my eyes cracked open the tiniest bit, just enough for me to know that I was in an ambulance. I could hear the sirens echoing on the street outside and feel the bounce of the wheels as they drove on the concrete road. I could also feel Adam squeezing my hand as a paramedic tended to my wound. But all of that disappeared in a matter of seconds as I slipped away for the second time that afternoon. This time, I was brought back to our first kiss.

Flashback

"No way! That never happened," I object and laugh.

"Yes it did. I swear. My dad walked in on me and my girlfriend at the time making out," Adam claimed.

"That must've been so embarrassing. I would've hid from my parents for a month if that happened to me," I say.

"Yeah, well, I was a teenager, and they provided me food and shelter, so I couldn't exactly avoid them," Adam joked.

"Well, this is me," I murmur and gesture to the apartment building a few yards up. Adam nodded and pulled to the curb, parking his car to let me out. Just before I could exit the car, Adam stopped me.

"Let me walk you up," Adam spoke and climbed out of the car. I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips, and exited the car. I slung my purse over my shoulder and joined Adam on the sidewalk, and together, the two of us walked up the stairs of my apartment complex and stopped at the front door.

"I had fun tonight," I confess and turn to face Adam. "We should do this again sometime."

Adam nodded. "Definitely. But uh, before I go, there's one more thing I have to do." And with that, Adam leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips and moved my hands up to cup his cheeks, which caused him to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me closer. I could taste the faintest bit of beer on his lips, and it went surprisingly well with the wine flavor that was still occupying my tongue. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, and I was a bit upset when we pulled away from each other. "I couldn't leave without giving you a goodnight kiss," Adam admitted. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Adam," I reply.

Flashback Ends

This time, when I came to, I was being wheeled into the ER at Chicago Med. I had an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth to help me breathe, but that didn't help much with my labored breathing. Through my squinted eyes, I could make out a few people hovering above me, but I couldn't seem to hear what they were saying. Along with Adam and the paramedics, I saw Dr. Rhodes, who was wheeling my stretcher in the direction of the elevators. I didn't stay conscious for long, and when I drifted off, I was seeing another memory.

Flashback

"Y/N, can we just talk? Please," Adam pleaded. I ignored his pleas from where I was seated on the floor against the bathroom door, and leaned my head back against the wood. Tears fell from my eyes and slid down my cheeks, but I didn't even bother wiping them away. "Y/N? Come on. Let me in."

"I don't want to talk to you right now," I murmur.

"Y/N I..." Adam trailed off for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, okay? I know that it was reckless of me to jump in front of that bullet but-"

"You could've been killed, Adam," I interject.

"But I wasn't," Adam countered. "And I'm not even hurt. The vest stopped the bullet. I'm okay."

"I get that, but what if you weren't?" I propose. "What if the vest didn't protect you? What if you had been seriously hurt? I can't live without you, Adam."

Adam sighed from where he was standing on the other side of the door. "You will never have to live without me. I'm never gonna leave you, Y/N. I love you so much."

My breath got caught in my throat at Adam's words. We had never said 'I love you' to each other before. I sniffled and stood up, using the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that had remained on my cheeks, and then I opened the door. Adam was standing a few feet away from the door, and he looked up when I exited the bathroom. I took a few steps forward and hugged him tightly, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I love you too," I breathe out.

Flashback End

My eyes opened slowly, and I cringed at the brightness of the room, closing my eyes again. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again, blinking a few times to get used to the light. A small groan slipped past my lips as I tried to move to a more comfortable position, and that alerted Adam, who was sleeping in a chair next to my bed, that I was awake. He rubbed his eyes and sat up straighter, his hand automatically gravitating to mine.

"Hey," Adam muttered, his voice laced with sleepiness. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I hurt everywhere," I reply. "But I think I'll be okay."

"You uh, you had me worried for a bit," Adam confessed and squeezed my hand softly.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon," I admit. "But I do plan on taking every measure to make sure I don't get shot ever again. It hurts like hell."

Adam chuckled. "I will do everything in my power to keep you out of harm's way."

"You know what else you can do? Get me a cup of Jell-O from the cafeteria," I tell him.

"Deal," Adam said and stood up. "But I'm also gonna grab Dr. Rhodes on my way back so that he can check up on you."

"You're the best boyfriend ever," I exclaim. "I love you."

"I love you too," Adam responded and leaned down to peck my lips.

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[bakugohoex]

can you please write a fic where youre aizawas' wife and you're pregnant with twins, and while he's in the middle of teaching at UA you go into labor and you call him, and he leaves in the middle of their class, (the class dosen't know he's married and obviously dosen't know he's about to become a father) and the class thinks that something's seriously wrong because they saw panic on his face for a slight second when he got the call, so they end up following him to the hospital only to see him sniling and holding two newborn babies that look just like him and the woman who is on the hospital bed (you) and theyre in shock when they find out that you're his wife and those are his kids, but what shocks them most is the big smile on his face when he was holding his babies 🥺 idk i thought it would be cute

“did he steal two babies?”

pairing: shouta aizawa x female reader

cw: language, fluff

word count: 3000+

a/n: i live for domestic one shots, i might write some more depending on how i’m feeling, hope you guys like this have a happy new years eve people, the stupid tags arent working so if you could reblog it it would mean a lot 

summary: in which you’re aizawa’s secret wife, aizawa gets a call in the middle of class that you’re going into labor and eventually leaves, the class being noisy pricks follows him to a hospital, feeling worried they continue to follow until they see him holding two babies with a smile at his new family

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Eight months, eight full fucking months of carrying Aizawa’s little spawns. Having spent your last term of pregnancy on bed rest, it had been the worst term ever, you would rather have taken the puking up last nights dinner then staying in bed. Even Aizawa had gotten annoyed with how frustrated you had got, you craved how he could get up and leave for work. You hadn’t gone into work since your maternity leave started and you were annoyed, being a pro hero it had been worse.

As soon as you told the agency you were pregnant, you were desk bound, unable to go on patrols. It was fucking annoying and you hated every second of it, and all Aizawa could do was smirk at your frustration. “I’m due any day now, just leave work and stay with me.” You plead grabbing the material from his neck, you wanted him to hold you. You already felt gross staying in bed 24/7 but now you didn’t have your husband beside you 24/7.

“Kitten, this is my last day, I’ll spend the rest of the pregnancy with you.” You were grouchy letting go of him and turning your head to face away for him. “Y/n.”

He tried to gain your attention but ignored him, “you should’ve gotten pregnant as well you’d understand.”

He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he crept his arms around your body, his hand resting on the baby bump. You shuffled closer to his body, before turning your head to see him softly rubbing back and forth across the bump.

“Be patient, my love.” It was a whisper which brought you comfort.

“If you’re not home by 4pm then I’m locking you out of the house.” You threaten.

He looks down at you with your fiery eyes, “sure you are.” He kisses the top of your head; you pout wanting a proper kiss. He looks at how perfect you looked with his babies, when you both found out you were having twins, the small apartment you had called home since dating. Had gone and a house in the country close enough to UA and still for you to do pro hero work was where the both of you had situated.

Your relationship have been very secretive, a small wedding ceremony which had been perfect with your family and friends. Of course people had noticed you had gone MIA but one day you’d come out and tell the world how you and Aizawa were an inseparable family.

He moved to capture your lips, grabbing his face you wanted to just drag him back to bed. But he quickly moved out of your grip, “patience Y/n.”

“Shouta.” You whine like a child would.

“Seems like ill be raising three babies now.” He mocked putting the scarf around his yellow goggles.

“I hope you break your goggles.” You huff again, he doesn’t speak only kissing your temple after the small peck he had given to your lips.

He starts to walk out the bedroom, your wedding photo situated on the cabinet. You were perfect back then and now with his kids inside of you, you became somehow even more perfect. He had never thought that the woman he had met all those years ago, who had showed of her quirk to the whole world would be the one he fell in love with.

He looked back at you, you were grumpy due to hormones but once the babies were out you knew you’d go back to being yourself (and both of you could fuck properly, but that was just a bonus.)

“Make sure to walk around the house.” He warns.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “and what if I don’t, will you come home early?” Your extra clinginess melted his insides, he knew how bored your loud self was and being cooped up inside had took a toll on you.

“I’ll come home early.” The sound of your squeal lifted his spirits, it was adorable, and he loved how easily your mood changed. Your face was full, and you had something to look forward too as he left the room.

The day for Aizawa had been smooth sailing, having asked to leave at 2pm and being able to, he had been with the students whilst they were training. He could imagine teaching his kids everything to do with this world, he couldn’t wait for his own leave, to spend time with his future babies but also with his loving wife.

The sound of Bakugo shouting was something else he had gotten used to; how could a 16-year-old boy be louder than the babies he had heard on those stupid pregnancy videos you made him watch. You had shown him a woman giving birth and to say it was the weirdest thing he’s ever seen; he’d happily watch stuff go inside of you but the other way round was another issue.

He stood watching over them, they had gotten a lot stronger in the months and the events that had occurred. It was another reason for the secrecy, having to hide your relationship to prevent disaster from happening. He watched the time tick away; another two more hours and he could leave and spend the rest of the trimester with you.

The sound of running caught his ears, he looked up and saw Principle Nezu walking towards him. “Agh Aizawa, we got a call from your wife’s mother.”

He hadn’t checked his phone, but if your mother had been calling it must’ve been something serious, the class had noticed the principle and had gotten quiet even Bakugo who wanted to know why the principle was here.

“Finally, you answered, she’s going into labour.” He heard on the other liner, he was in shock, his phone dropping to the side.

“Sh…She what?” It was early, of course you both knew about early pregnancies but this he had just spoken you a couple hours ago and now here you were about to go into labour.

“In labour, her water broke whilst I came to see her.” He could hear you screaming on the other side, how you must’ve been in pain, he knew you had been dilated a couple days ago but this, this was sooner than he had expected.

Nezu got the hint that something had happened and so had the class, a flash of worry across Aizawa’s face. “We’ll send the students back to the dorms.” He was calm and Aizawa quickly rushed out of the gym, leaving nothing else to say. He needed to make it to the hospital as quick as he could, in an instant he called your mother.

“Is she okay?” He had ran outside going to his car to quickly rush to the hospital.

He heard screaming which he assumed was you, “she’s grouchy…”

Before he could hear the rest of what your mother said, he heard you shout, “if that’s my idiot of a husband tell him to get to the fucking hospital.” It was a wail and he regretted not taking the day off.

“Y/n.” Her mother scowled, “we’re at the hospital, I’ll text you the room.” Is all her mother said before hanging up. Aizawa was stressed to say the least but what he hadn’t seen through the chaos was class 1A following him.

The class had seen the worry and panic before he jolted out of the room, “you all are dismissed for the day.” Nezu spoke before leaving.

“What do you think happened?” Momo questioned worried.

“He seemed in a hurry; it was probably something important.” Kirishima retorted back.

The class watched him on the phone the question of ‘is she okay?’ being heard. “Who do you think he’s talking about?” Mina asked.

“Why do you lot care so much?” Bakugo angrily said pissed that training had been cut early.

“He’s our teacher, what if something bad happened Kacchan.” Midoriya answered but it just fuelled Bakugo’s anger.

“We should follow him.” Denki suggested. “It might be serious and if people need help, we can help.”

They nodded, all assuming it had something to do with hero work, seeing Aizawa in his car, they started to follow him on foot, “we should’ve taken one of the buses.” Bakugo scowled following.

“We cant drive.” Kirishima muttered back.

Bakugo huffed following them all on the long walk, it was easy enough to keep following due to the mass traffic occurring. Aizawa having got the room number, he didn’t care for his surroundings, his eyes fixated on the road.

He finally saw the sign for the hospital and breathed out hoping you hadn’t gotten into labour yet. “Why is he at a hospital?” Ururaka questioned, “do you think someone got hurt?”

“Maybe we should go back.” Momo said not wanting to intrude on something that could have no villainous intent.

“Shut up extra’s, we’re already here.” Bakugo muttered walking to the entrance, they all followed the angry boy who glared at the children coming out of that ward.

“When did you care about the injured?” Kirishima questioned the blond.

“I don’t, you dragged me with you so now we’re staying.” For one thing the boy was persistent.

Across the hospital, Aizawa had ran to the room and saw your eyes filled with fury, your mother holding your hand as he could see how much pain you were in. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You scowled in pain.

“You can take over now.” Is all her mother said, going outside and waiting. He took her place and in an instance your hands had grabbed his.

“You must be the husband, I’ll be helping your wife, can you wear these?” The doctor spoke passing the blue overall type to keep his clothes covered, Aizawa obliged still holding your hand. “Mrs Aizawa you’re about 9cm dilated once you get to 10cm I’m going to tell you to push, okay?”

You were breathless and felt dreary, it would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the fact you were having twins. You knew you’d go through even more pain then normal and in that moment felt scared.

“Hey kitten, look at me, you’ll do amazing.” Aizawa tried to be encouraging but even he was scared for all three of you.

“It hurts.” You tried to hide the tears, but it mixed in with the sweat.

“I know kitten, but you can grab onto me as hard as you want.” He smiles moving the strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“10cm’s.” One of the nurses spoke out, the doctor nodded before looking at the angry you and calm husband.

“Mrs Aizawa you need to start pushing.” The pain was excruciating, you tried to push your grip on Aizawa’s hands becoming tighter. It was the worst pain you’d gone through and you’d been stabbed before.

Aizawa gave words of encouragement but all you wanted to do was tell him to shut up, tears cascaded down your face whilst pushing. “I see a head.” The doctor spoke, “keep pushing.”

You pushed a long with what the nurses had told you, in time to make sure you weren’t just randomly pushing. Aizawa was the first to see it, first to see the baby come out, it was quiet before wailing out loud, it was his turn to cry. The baby being placed on your chest before the doctor continued, “one more push, let’s get the other one out.”

You felt the first baby on your ski grabbing your neck as you kept on pushing, “I don’t want too.” You cried out but seeing Aizawa and how he looked at the baby on your chest you knew you needed too.

“Come on kitten, one more push.” He spoke a loud, you suppresses the tears before feeling another hard push come and the head of another baby erupt out of you. The doctor but the second baby on your chest, both their crying having stopped.

They stayed on you, you let go of Aizawas hand as the doctor told him he could cut the umbilical cord, he happily obliged before looking at the two babies that you both had created. They were smaller then normal and there eyes were tightly shut clinging onto their new mother.

“We need to weigh and clean them.” The doctor spoke as two nurses took the babies ready to put tags on them, the oldest had been a boy and the youngest a girl. You missed there touch and hold wanting to hold them again but watching them being taken out.

“We did it.” You spoke sleepily as you felt yourself being cleaned up and ready to be moved into another room.

“Yeah, we did.” Aizawa spoke going in to kiss your temple, “we’re parents.”

Tears brimmed his eyes; this normal dry flat facial features had become happier and all he could think about was how you looked with his two children. How he had gotten a family that he had never expected to have had.

Being moved to a different room, Aizawa followed sitting on the chair beside you. You saw the two babies come back to you both, in an instance they were placed back into your arms. “You can hold them?”

You had seen Aizawa’s hesitance to even touch the babies, but he knew how to do it and with ease they both were situated in his arms. You could hear your mother outside, she seemed to be talking to some people, but you ignored it watching at how Aizawa’s eyes welled up at the two babies.

“Where are my grandchildren?” Your mother spoke a loud before having heart eyes at how Aizawa was holding your babies.

“Mum, please be quieter.”

“Hey, I had to handle your screams, let me be happy, they look adorable with their father.” She spoke moving to the bed.

“They really do.” You both watched him look at the two children, a tear falling from his face.

Your mother turned back to you and she smiled at you, “I’m proud of you.” You give a nod holding her hand before she speaks, “have you two got any na…”

Before she could continue you hear the door open with the doctor coming in, “it seems you two have more visitors.”

You were both confused on the matter, nobody really knew you had gone into pregnancy except your parents and his and your father was still at work whilst his parents were out of town. It was unexpected but your eyes widen when you see the group of 16-year olds.

“They were wondering around the hospital.” The doctor speaks, Aizawa hadn’t noticed his students, but you and your mother had.

The kids were in shock at seeing a pro hero in a hospital bed but there eyes went to Aizawa’s he had been looking at his babies, unaware of his surroundings.

Nobody spoke instead just watching Aizawa interact with the two new-born babies, a smile placed on his normal flat self. “Did he steal two babies?” You hear one of them whisper, you instantly begin to speak after that.

“Shouta.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” He was so out of dazed but once he turns to face them all, he’s in shock as well.

“I’ll leave you to handle this.” Your mother leaves not wanting to have to explain this scenario.

Aizawa was still in shock, you reach out for one of the babies, he passes you the youngest, who starts to grab at your fingers. He sits holding the boy, before the class start cascading you both in questions.

“Are they yours?”, “How do you know Pro Hero Y/n?”, “Who is she to you?”

Aizawa looks at them and then at his family, you nod a sign that he could tell them everything, “This is my wife, and these are our new kids.”

It was a simple but effective, the class in shock that there homeroom teacher who seemed to be detached had you the loving pro hero as a wife, but even more now had two kids.

“Congratulations.” They all spoke a loud. It was rehearsed and you could tell that it all came out due to shock.

“What are you doing here anyway, I thought we said go back to the dorms.” Aizawa scowled.

“Baby, it’s fine, it’s good they found out anyway, since you wont be teaching them for a bit.” You calmed the man down.

He shakes his head at how easily you calmed him down, “you’re an amazing pro hero.” Midoriya spoke a loud, you thanked him before they didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ll go call Nezu, he can get you back to UA.” Aizawa muttered handing you the other child as he left the room.

“You married Aizawa.” Mina spoke a loud everybody looked at her, “what? We were all thinking it?”

You laugh looking at them all, “yes I did.”

“And you slept with him.” Mina continued with ever more eyes growing wider.

You continued to laugh, “that is how I got pregnant.”

“What are their names?” Ururaka asked coming towards the two kids.

You sat upright, letting them have a closer look, they all came forward even Bakugo who saw children as devils spawn. They were fresh out and anew, so pure and innocent as they tugged onto your hair.

“We haven’t decided yet.” You said looking at the two kids, you notice Aizawa at the door looking at the class as they surrounded you and the babies. The way they were quieter than they had ever been around two new-borns, they spent time asking questions and looking at the two babies. Before being dragged back to UA, all smiling happily at having spent the afternoon with two new-borns.

“They look like you.” You mutter sleepily, the two babies being put to sleep on the other sides of the room. “We made them.”

“I love you.” He whispers kissing you softly, you kiss back, happily at the new family you had and Aizawa finally realised what his happiness was. You and your two babies were all he ever needed now.

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[honey-makki]

brainrot kinktober- 10/6

blue encens

Car Sex: Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: semi public sex, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk

word count: 1.7k

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Hinata hasn’t been back in Japan for long and it’s obvious. His skin much darker from days playing volleyball in the sun. The white tee he’s wearing sits much tighter on his arms than it used to, leaving little to the imagination as it stretches across his chest. His distressed black jeans are the perfect combination to the almost too tight shirt, giving you a taste of skin showing at the thigh and knee that left you wanting more.

He glanced over at you to see if you had put the finishing touches on your makeup before calling an uber. You’re checking angles in the fluorescent light. A smile graces his face as he takes your figure in, just happy to finally be back home with you, be in the same room with you. The uber is ordered as he runs a hand through his hair thinking about how grateful he was to have the opportunity to play for MSBY and to be with you again. The years away were painful.

Trotting over to him when you are satisfied with your appearance and you plop a sweet kiss on his lips, nothing but excitement at the prospect of going out with the team as a welcome party. You knew that Hinata wouldn’t be drinking or want to stay too long since he had a one on one meeting with the athletic trainers and nutritionists in the morning before the afternoon practice. That won’t stop the rest of the boys as they have time to sleep off a potential hangover, and it certainly won’t stop you from celebrating your boyfriend’s return.

The long ride to the club passes quickly as he blabbers about how the city has changed but somehow stayed the same, just like how he still has his childish sense of wonder about him. By the time you arrive, the rest of the team is in the area they reserved, knocking back drinks and joking around. Bokuto is the first to spot Hinata and bounds over picking him up in a big hug. The scene is cute, long time friends reuniting and Hinata introducing you with adoration dripping from very word.

The team welcomes you into their group with ease, pestering you for embarrassing stories about Hinata, taking group shots regularly. Atsumu wants to go dance and a few others agree, you look to Hinata to see what his choice is, ready to follow his lead as the night is about him. So there you are, in the middle of the dance floor, no one you recognize insight with Hinata behind you gripping your hips.

The music is flowing through your body as you sway grinding into the man behind you whos matching your every movement with just as much enthusiasm. His time in Brazil for sure has made him a better dancer. That, or you are drunk and very much in love with your boyfriend. His hands start roaming the longer you stay on the floor. Sliding up and down your thighs, one sneaking up to cup your boob.

Between the heat from everyone crowded around you, the tequila flowing through your veins, and how Hinata was touching you, it’s fair to say you were getting hot. It’s been years since he had his hands on you and both of you were feeling the lust building up. If you were sober you would have moved his hands to a more respectable place, but in your tipsy state, you just ground back harder and moved a hand back to grip his hair. His scent, smoky incense and traces of cardamom and cinnamon flood your nose, overpowering the stench of sweat and spilled drinks of the club.

He places a few kisses along the back of your neck and it isn’t until he starts sucking a mark near your ear do you move to stop him. “Hinata, I need you to calm down, your hands are moving a little too freely and its a lot.” You hope the tone of your voice explains what you mean, because the thought of explaining just how horny you were in the middle of a club mortified you.

“I couldn’t keep my hands off you even if I wanted to, sunshine. I think it might be time for us to leave.” He grinds into you a little harder and you can feel his erection evident against your ass. Your movements cease as you realize your effect on him and he grabs your hand leading you towards the door as he orders an uber with his other hand. Neither of you giving a second thought about saying goodbye to his teammates.

You climb into the spacious black car, and see that the car even has a partition installed, did Hinata call an Uber Lux just to take you home for sex? You shoot him a questioning glance, but your features melt into a smile as you see him just staring at you with love. As soon as you buckle in he pulls you in for a deep kiss, hands intertwined with each other’s hair.

It doesn’t take long for him to move down your body reaching in your dress to grope your chest his other hand finding its way to your ass just under the hem. He knows what he’s doing to you, so in retaliation, your start palming his cock straining against his jeans. You pull back and see how flushed he looks, eyes wide and hungry for you.

He pulls you in for what you expect to be another make out, but its just one kiss and a pained plea against your lips “Suck?” You glance down and see how hard he is and paired with the lust you’ve been building for years, you comply, desperately unbuttoning his jeans to get access to his cock.  

Quickly taking the head in your mouth, precum mixing with the aftertaste of tequila and lime. You bob your head down at what should be a comfortable speed, but the combination of alcohol and being in a moving car, it makes you dizzy. You slow to a pace that is comfortable for you but probably painfully teasing for Hinata who is desperately chasing his high.

He carefully gathers some of your hair in one hand to grip, a soft ‘can I?’ tumbles out of his lips and you hum around his shaft knowing what he has in mind. He starts to thrust up into your mouth in a pace comparable to your original one, unrelenting in speed. Your jaw hurts from being stretched out, but the tequila dulls the pain, and honestly, its worth it./The soft grunts tumbling out of his mouth morph into groaned curses that leave you squeezing your thighs together. Looking for some friction against your needy cunt through your drenched underwear.

His eyes are locked on you and your body. so compliant for him. the body he’s imagined teasing and tasting for years and with the recognition that he finally can do that, he cums unexpectedly down your throat.

He unbuckles you and pulls you into his lap, sitting between his legs. He peppers kiss down the back of your neck, thanking you for making him feel so good and praising you for being such a good girl. His hands spread your thighs apart and one dips beneath your dress. Eyes fluttering shut at the contact on your clothed cunt.

“Can’t wait to be home with y- you, Sho.” Your voice is barely more than a whispered plead to the driver to go faster.

“Who says we need to wait?”

You turn back to face him, suddenly much more sober than you were two minutes prior. “Shoyo! We can’t! The driver will see us!”

He turns the rest of your body so you are straddling him. He whispers into your ear, “This car has a partition, darling.” His tone is daring and enticing, if it didn’t sell you on being fucked in the back seat of an uber, Hinata rolling his hips into yours did. You fumble to help him pull his jeans down and move your underwear to the side.

The stretch hurts but it’s what you’ve been wanting, the familiarity rushing back to you, fiting in your cunt like it was made just for you, filling you to the brim and rubbing against your sweet spot on every deep thrust. If it weren’t for the two fingers Hinata shoved in your mouth before you sunk down on his cock the whole city would have heard your moan.

“You’ll need to cum fast if you don’t want our driver to see you. Looks like traffic is lightening up and we are getting close to home.” It’s a challenge and your walls clench around him at the mere thought of being caught in such a position. He helps lift you up and down on him every thrust deep and hitting deep inside of you just like you want. The coil that’s been building in your stomach since dancing with him on the floor is almost unbearably tight.

His mouth his on your chest just leaving kisses and love marks along anything exposed, committing your body back to memory. When he sees familiar streets, he moves one hand from your thigh to rub your clit, tight and precise circles with his callused fingers drive you close and closer to the edge.

“Hmm, not gonna cum? Did you just want to get caught being fucked in a car like a good little whore? If that’s what you want, who am I to stop you?” His words are all for talk, but they send you over the edge into a violent orgasm, with an embarrassingly loud moan that the uber driver most definitely heard. You can’t focus on that though, not when it feels like lightning is crackling through your body leaving you breathless.

He helps get you put together enough to walk inside as the uber pulls up to your place. You mumble an embarrassed thanks to Hinata for helping you cum, while you walk to the door

“I would never let some random man see my sunshine.” He kisses your head before pushing you inside the door and towards the bedroom.

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[ahatintimepieces]

Fabric Hearts

Remember the first part of that build-a-bear au I wrote for @smieska-draws? It’s back! But now the au name makes sense! Imagine!

Luka, known as the Snatcher to most of the mall locals, runs the Kraft-a-Kid while his daughter, Hattie, runs around with her friends. There’s definitely nothing suspicious about Luka. The rumors that he snatches the souls of children and stuffs them into the dolls are completely unfounded. Probably. Most likely. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’s fine.

This is, of course, another au that Smieska and I both developed and like to swap ideas for SO send her your love and adulation because I couldn’t have written this without her ;o; <333 Here’s the link to the piece she did for first part if you haven’t seen it yet (which u should because it’s fabulous and incredible). Without further ado, here it is!

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The door squeaked open as Luka recorded the number of tiny, elastic collars with bright bells in the back.

“Dimitri can’t make it today,” he warned without looking up from his clipboard. His golden gaze flickered up towards the boxes filled with cotton stuffing and he quickly counted them as footsteps approached. “If you get a sudden influx of customers, come grab me.”

“It’s me, Dad,” Hattie’s voice came from right beside him.

“Did I stutter?” He glanced down without missing a beat. She gave him a deadpan stare as he grinned. His sharp canines glinted in the unnaturally bright florescent lights. “Come on, kiddo. How about you help me with my business endeavors instead of frittering away your summer romping around the mall?”

She readjusted the brim of the top hat she made from her millinery lessons at the fabric store. Why his child fixated on hat-making out of everything she could have taken an interest in was beyond him but even he had to admit her royal purple top hat was well crafted.

“I’m going with Belle and the others to get lunch at the food court,” she said, ignoring his jesting. “Can I have money?”

“You know if you had a job you wouldn’t need to be asking me,” he lamented dramatically before wedging the clipboard between his arm and side. He reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his slacks.

“I’m not even twelve.” She blinked up at him with large blue eyes. “There are child labor laws.”

“Excellent.” He nodded, opening his wallet. “Don’t let anyone in the mall convince you otherwise. But,” he slipped out a bill and gave her a pointed look, “if you accept this, you have to do me a favor.”

“I already cleaned the bathrooms last weekend,” she whined.

His grin widened.

“Tough luck, kiddo.” He twisted the bill in the air, watching her nose scrunch as she seriously weighed her options. After a second of letting her think that she was going to have to do her least favorite chore, he extended the bill towards her. “Just bring me back a coffee and I’ll consider us even.”

Relief instantly flooded her features as she took the bill.

“I can do that! Your usual?” She headed towards the door.

“That’ll work,” he said, tucking away his wallet and grabbing the clipboard again.

“Thanks, Dad!” she chirped before moving to open the door.

Just as she reached for it, the door swung open, and she stumbled back. Luka immediately dropped the clipboard and slipped behind her with the speed of shadows dodging the light. She smacked into his legs, and he placed a steadying hand on her shoulder as Alex walked in with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry, kid! I didn’t see you there.” Alex winced, looking from Hattie to Luka’s hard glare.

“I’m fine!” Hattie promised, giving a bright smile until she placed her hand over Luka’s fingers. She jolted and twisted around. “Dad, are you okay? You’re really warm.”

“It is hot in here.” Alex tugged at their collar, wincing.

“The thermostat dial was probably nudged,” Luka dismissed, pulling away and stooping to grab the clipboard. “I’ll take a look.”

“Should I get you water?” Hattie asked.

“I have water. Now go have fun.” He shooed her towards the door. “The sooner you leave the sooner you can run my errand.”

Hattie hesitated but when he returned to his task of recording inventory, he heard her retreating footsteps.

“Sorry,” Alex muttered as they crossed over to the table for the employees. They dropped their backpack before grabbing the light purple apron with their nametag.

“Let’s just be careful with how forcefully we open doors, hm? I don’t want to deal with any workplace liability cases. They’re a pain.” Luka shot the teen a toothy grin. Glancing back down to the clipboard, he added in a more monotone cadence, “Anyway, Dimitri can’t come today, so once Ember leaves, it’ll just be you and me for the rest of the day. If it gets too crowded on the floor and I’m not around, come find me.”

“Right.” They nodded firmly. While wiping back their bangs and smearing the beads of sweat on their brow, they hurried out. Once the door closed behind them and Luka was alone, he let out a sigh.

The flame that had flared when Hattie nearly got hit crackled noisily in his otherwise empty chest. Luka placed one of his pale hands over the flame and counted out the seconds between metered inhales and exhales. The snap and pop of embers faded and when he glanced towards the thermostat, the temperature in the room lowered back to a comfortable range.

Not that he was bothered by the heat, but he didn’t need his employees passing out.

Ember’s shift ended as he got to counting the unstuffed plush shells. As she hung her apron over the hook, she informed him that two separate groups had just entered the store. Luka nodded, finishing his current count before getting ready to help Alex on the floor.

He brushed back his long, spiky hair into a ponytail. Stray strands the color of soot fluttered against his cheek, and he tucked them behind his ear.

They reflected a warm violet when they caught the light.

With his hair as contained as he could manage, he grabbed his own amethyst apron with the Kraft-a-Kid’s signature logo; a stylized baby goat and parent goat waving a friendly greeting. After draping it over his black suit and making sure it didn’t displace his dark purple tie, he tied the apron with nimble fingers, clawed at the tips. He double-checked that the pocket had extra thread and a compact sewing kit before he clipped on his name tag and headed out into the workshop.

Alex snapped their head up from one of the stuffing stations, looking relieved when they spotted Luka rounding the counter. Alex returned their full attention to the small girl and her mother while Luka smiled at the two teens with a younger child hovering by the bins of unstuffed shells by the entrance.

While he didn’t know them personally, he recognized Brooke and her younger sister Hali, who worked (or in Hali’s case just hovered around in the back when not at daycare) at their uncle’s travel agency, and then Makoto, who worked at the jewelry store. Judging from their uniforms, the teens were probably using their breaks to accompany Hali. Since he often heard good things about their work ethic and Hali’s sweet nature from Mari, he assumed he had an easy session ahead. He waved them over.

Brooke and Makoto shared a nervous look while Hali bounded over with a bright smile.

“Why, hello there!” Luka pasted on his most vibrant customer service smile as he lowered onto the seat by the stuffing station. Cotton and soft fibers filled the glass tank decorated to look like hearty trees and branches climbed around the edges. The machine itself matched the lilac walls and brown and bronze gears that decorated them. The bins and shelves that held the merchandise throughout the store were all structured to look like spools of golden thread.

Holding an unstuffed goat with dark brown fuzz and silver horns, Hali shyly smiled up at Luka as Brooke and Makoto slowly joined.

“I see you’ve picked your new friend!” Luka held out his hands and Hali gingerly lowered the flat goat into his palms. “Before we bring them to life, how stuffed do you want them to be?”

“Um?” Hali tilted her head with a blank expression.

“Do you want them to be firm or squishy?” Luka clarified, fitting the goat around the nozzle and getting his foot ready over the pedal.

“Fiwm, pwease!” Hali declared in a cutesy voice.

“Excellent choice!” Luka set to work, pumping the pedal as he filled out the head of the goat plush. The machine roared to life, blowing air and fluff with the force of a vacuum. Though, his ears perked when he caught Brooke and Makoto in an intense discussion as they remained a couple steps back. What he couldn’t hear over the machine, he pieced together easily enough.

He knew the rumors and could guess what was on their mind when they mentioned the Snatcher and stolen souls.

Luka smirked as he pulled his foot from the pedal and the machine hushed.

“Now it’s time for my favorite part.” He beamed, pulling off the firmly stuffed goat and then reaching for a bucket full of small felt hearts. “The soul ceremony! Go ahead and pick the heart that most resonates with you.”

“If it’s just a heart, why is it called a soul ceremony?” Brooke asked, her voice quivering as she pressed closer to Makoto.

Hali, meanwhile, was completely enraptured with picking out the right fabric heart.

“Hearts, souls, same thing, really,” Luka soothed with a toothy grin, giving the teens a considering look.

Makoto’s gaze flickered down to his fangs. She lifted her chin, trying to project an air of confidence. But her furrowed brows wavered.

“Souws awe heawts?” Hali gasped, looking up with awe.

“Absolutely!” Luka kept his voice cheerful, gesturing to the bucket. “It’s what gives your new friend life! I imagine without one, they would feel pretty empty and hollow.” Keeping his chin tilted down, he lifted his eyes towards the teens and lowered his voice just a touch. “Wouldn’t you feel pretty soulless without a heart?”

The two stiffened.

“Pwobabwy!” Hali chirped, completely unaware of their increasing unease. She dug around the hearts and pursed her lips. “How do woo know which heawt is the best?”

“That’s up to you!” Luka bounced effortlessly back into an upbeat cadence. He pinched a heart with a checkerboard pattern in red and white. “The nice thing about these hearts is that they’re blank slates. They’ll be filled with whatever you put into them. But don’t put in too much!” he added with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t want your new friend to be more you than you!”

Brooke squeaked in fright and his grin stretched.

“I wiwl take this one, then!” Hali held up a solid red heart.

“Great! Hold on to it, now.” Luka placed the tub back down. “First, why don’t you rub the heart on your hair so your little buddy will always have soft fur!”

Hali beamed at that and rubbed the fabric heart on her hair. When she pulled it back down, some of the blond strands followed the heart while the strands too far away stuck up from the lingering static.

“Well done! Now, rub it against your funny bone so your friend has a sense of humor.” Luka tapped his elbow when Hali crinkled her nose for a moment. Her eyes lit up in understanding and once the heart was granted good humor, Luka added, “and why don’t you strike a superhero pose, so that your pal will hold courage.”

Hali giggled as she placed her hands on her hips and preened.

“Fantastic. Lastly, I want you to rub the heart between your palms!” Luka motioned for her to mimic him as he demonstrated. “Now, when it’s nice and warm, give it a clap to start its heartbeat!”

The clap resounded through the workshop and the teens jolted behind her.

“That should do it,” Luka praised, holding out his palm. Hali handed the heart over, and he slipped it into the goat, tucking it snuggly away in the cotton and fluff.

He then set to filling out the rest of the plush. Once it was stiff and sturdy, he handed it to her, asking if she was content with it. When he received an enthusiastic nod, he took it back and sealed the hole. He snipped the extra thread with the scissors in his apron and then passed the goat back to Hali.

“Here’s your new friend! Be sure to visit our shop in the back! We have plenty of accessories and outfits for the newest member of your family,” Luka recited the same sales pitch as always. “Once you’re ready, head over to an open kiosk so you can fill out the adoption papers. If you need any help, Alex or I will be overjoyed to assist.”

“Thank woo!” Hali hurried over to the accessories, hugging the goat to her chest.

Luka clasped his hands and turned to the teens. When his gaze flickered to the floppy hooded doll in Makoto’s arms, her embrace tightened.

“Ready?” He motioned for her to hand it over so that he could stuff it.

She looked to Brooke, who shrugged with uncertainty. Makoto stepped forward.  

Keeping his tone light, he went through the same script as always. He asked if she wanted the doll to be firm or squishy and, in an effort to loosen her up a bit, offered to add any fun sound boxes or scents to the plush. She remained on edge until he asked about the nametag on her uniform as the machine roared to life again. She explained how her boss liked to give everyone themed nicknames and she was saddled with “Makoneko.” When he asked if she appreciated the nickname, she pointedly rolled her eyes as he removed his foot from the machine pedal again. Her shoulders relaxed when he chuckled.

“Your turn to pick a heart,” Luka twittered in an overly cheerful voice as he held out the bucket.

“Do I have to do the ceremony?” Makoto hesitated, plucking the first heart she saw. Rather than scared, her bored expression mirrored that of many teens who wanted to skip the step.

Perfect.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” He shrugged casually. “What is a heart without a heartbeat? A soul without a person behind the personality?”

“What?” She faltered, shoulders slowly stiffening again as Brooke’s eyes widened.

“I only mean it’ll be a sorry existence for this little friend.” Luka waved the stubby hands of the purple plush toy. “And you get out what you put in.” Her brows dipped in slight confusion, and he smirked. “You have to at least start its heartbeat. You don’t want to bring a ghost home, do you?”  

“Just do the ceremony!” Brooke hissed through clenched teeth.

“F-fine,” Makoto said, slowly lifting the heart to her long black locks. “So, hair for soft fur?”

“Does it look like this one has fur?” Luka gestured to the doll with the yellow spiral in its hood. He scoffed, turning up his nose. “Of course not! No. First, why don’t you rub the heart against your belly so that it’s full of laughter.”

“I thought that was the elbow.” Makoto crinkled her nose. Though she rubbed the heart against her stomach, eager to get it over with.

“There is a difference between telling good jokes and laughing at them, kiddo,” Luka offered with a smirk. “Now, how about you jump up and down a few times? I’m sure your friend would love to share some of your energy.”

“What does that mean?” She jolted.

“Just that exercise keeps the heart healthy,” Luka said placidly.

Her eyes narrowed but she eventually gave a sluggish skip.  

“Then, rub it against your ear, so it will always listen.” He smiled brightly, being sure to bare his teeth. Once she complied, he clasped his hands together. “I’m sure you know what to do now! Warm it between your palms and then clap to start the heartbeat!”

She let out the breath that she had been holding, relieved it was finally over. She gave a small clap before passing the heart back. He slipped it into the doll.

“Any names in mind for your friend?” Luka prompted as his foot tapped the pedal.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled curtly, purposefully trying to let the whirling air in the stuffing machine drown out her answer.

“How’s this feel?” he asked a few seconds later when the machine hushed again. He pulled the doll from the nozzle and passed it back to her.

“Good.” She returned it after assessing the squishiness.

“If you haven’t got any names, I always thought these particular dolls looked like minions,” he prattled, closing the seam. When she didn’t respond, he continued lightly, “so Minion might be a good name.” He glanced up to meet her gaze and lowered his tone. “You did make sure it’ll listen. It’ll be an obedient little kiddo.”

Her breath hitched.

“Obedient to who?” she challenged, maintaining a fragile glare.

“All done!” Luka snapped upright after snipping the excess thread, pretending he hadn’t heard her question. “Welcome your friend into the world!”

Makoto accepted the doll, her gaze flickering between it and Luka with uncertainty.

“Same as always,” he droned in his peppy, customer service voice. “Browse to your contentment. My daughter recommends the plush purple cherries. You want to keep your buddy happy and fed! Make sure to finalize the adoption and meet Alex or I by the counter.” He glanced over to find the other young girl with her mother already at the cash register. “Looks like it’ll be Alex!”

Makoto nodded numbly as Brooke stepped forward and looped her arm through hers, rescuing Makoto by tugging her away.

“One more thing,” Luka began, keeping his eyes on his clean-up routine. The teens’ footsteps paused as they hovered. Though his smile laced his voice, his enunciation was sharp. “I’m sure the Snatcher doesn’t have to tell you but be sure to treat your new friend as you would yourself. You put your soul into bringing them to life, after all.”

The teens gasped.

“Have a good day, kids.” Laughter laced his voice.

They rushed away as he chuckled.

While he finished cleaning up, Hattie returned with her friends. As soon as she spotted him behind the stuffing machine, she rushed across the tiles decorated to look vaguely like a forest path.

“Here’s your coffee,” she chirped, holding up the cup.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” he asked, pushing to his feet and picking stray fluff from his apron. Once he was as clean as he was going to get, he accepted the drink. He held it towards his lips, pausing to quirk a brow at young Muriel and Timmy as they passed the stuffing machines to check out all the colorful outfits. Belle, meanwhile, joined Hattie with her azure bow bouncing in her dark coils.

“We’re going to head to the bookstore.” Hattie shrugged. “Tim’s friend is hosting a card game tournament.”

“Remember to be back by six,” he instructed. “Don’t go snacking after four or you’ll spoil your dinner.”

“I know, Dad,” she huffed dramatically.

“Also, Mom says hi, Mr. Kingsley,” Belle pipped in.

“Tell Mari I return the sentiment. Now get your friends to stop loitering.” He turned back towards Hattie and rose his voice so Timmy and Mu could hear. “They scare away customers.”

“Says the Snatcher,” Timmy whispered to Mu.

Luka covered his smirk with the coffee cup. His gaze shifted over Hattie and Belle and he watched as Makoto and Brooke fled the store at a brisk pace. Hali struggled to keep up, but she managed to meet his eyes and offered a cheerful wave.

“Fine,” Hattie sighed. “Come on, guys!”

“I need to stop by Mom’s before we head to the bookstore,” Belle mentioned as she and Hattie turned to leave. “I left my cards with my backpack.”

As the girls left, Luka turned to head back towards the counter, taking a sip of his coffee. He immediately winced.

“Ugh, tepid,” he grumbled as Timmy and Mu ran past, hurrying out to follow Hattie and Belle.

After making sure the kids all had their backs turned and Alex was busy with something on the counter, Luka summoned a gentle ember to his hand. While the flame harmlessly licked the cup, the coffee warmed inside until steam wafted from the hole in the lid. He took a tentative sip and swallowed the scalding liquid.

The flames in his chest crackled and popped, and the knots in his shoulders eased.

He snuffed out the ember in his hand as he lowered the cup. Mist trailed from the lid as the coffee maintained its heat.

“I think you scarred those two for life,” Alex muttered as Luka returned to the counter.

“Which two?” he asked, mind still on Hattie and her friends.

“Brooke and Makoto.” Alex glanced up, shaking their head with a scolding expression.

“I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary,” Luka said calmly. He leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee during his momentary break. “If those hooligans are letting their imaginations run wild, it’s not on my conscience.”

“Uh-huh.” Alex gave him an unimpressed look. “Also, I think we’re running low on the beach ball accessories.”

“I noticed,” Luka muttered, swirling his cup pensively. “Those aren’t particularly popular, and we are getting near the end of the season…”

While they discussed whether they needed to send out an order or if they would make it until the fall selection came out, Hattie rolled on the balls of her feet as she, Timmy, and Mu waited for Belle to return from her mom’s flower shop just across from Kraft-a-Kid. Hattie idly watched all the mallgoers, thoughts blank, but Timmy and Mu had their eyes locked on Kraft-a-Kid, thoughts whirling noisier than the stuffing machines.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Belle announced as she bounced out with her deck of cards.

“Hattie.” Timmy whirled around. “Your dad’s magic!”

“Timmy, he doesn’t steal souls, we’ve been over this,” Hattie whined, crossing her arms.

“If he doesn’t steal souls, then what’s with his coffee?” Mu snapped, nodding her head towards the display window where Luka could be seen leaning against the counter inside the workshop.

Hattie squinted, trying to figure out what was out of place with the steaming coffee cup. After a moment, she turned to Belle, who shrugged.

“It’s hot!” Mu gestured wildly, causing her blond mustache to bob with her movement. “Look at that steam!”

Hattie blinked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Belle supplied dryly. “Because Hattie ordered it hot.”

“But he said it was tepid!” Timmy argued. “We heard him!”

“He probably thinks it is,” Hattie said, knitting her brows together. “He likes his coffee hot enough to burn his tastebuds.”

“You aren’t getting it!” Mu huffed. “It wasn’t steaming when he said it was cold!”

“Okay, but even if he somehow heated it up, that didn’t have anything to do with stealing souls,” Belle appeased.

“That’s what we mean!” Timmy urged. “If he can use one type of magic, he can use others!”

“I regret the day I told you about those rumors,” Hattie grumbled.

It didn’t matter as much when strangers said it, but instead of laughing with Hattie when she told them that people thought her dad was some kind of heartless, soul-snatching monster, Mu and Timmy had latched onto the conspiracy and ever since refused to let go. She couldn’t talk about new product plushies or designs around them anymore because they would just start a debate about which shell would best hold the souls of children.

“Look can we just get going?” She started walking in the direction of the bookstore and Belle matched her pace. Mu hurried to catch up as Timmy trailed behind, keeping a watchful eye on Kraft-a-Kid.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen anything weird?” Mu insisted. “Heard any screams of children he caught? Seen any dolls move in the corner of your eye?”

“You know he laughs like a cartoon villain?” Timmy added.

“The store is literally called Kraft-a-Kid!” Mu continued. “Open your eyes, Hattie!”

“Kid is just another word for baby goat!” Belle argued. “It’s cute!”

“We aren’t talking about this anymore!” Hattie snapped, tugging down on the brim of her hat. She turned away from them and focused on Belle. “So, what deck are you using? The one with fairy types? Or your cat themed one?”

“Both!” She grinned mischievously as she happily helped to redirect the conversation. “I combined them because I wanted to use all my favorites. How about you?”

“Going with the forest deck.” Hattie glanced up, where her deck was safely tucked away in the hidden compartment she stitched into the top hat.

Timmy and Mu huffed, letting their argument go as they pipped in with talking about their own decks. But it was only a matter of time before they started back on their theories about her dad’s supposed magic. Trying not to deflate too much, she kept her eyes forward. She swallowed her frustration and focused on the upcoming tournament.

Besides, even if her dad did have magic and only used it for heating up coffee, it hardly seemed something a heartless monster would do.

Right?

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Whatcha Wearin’ Under There?

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompt # 93 “Was this what made her [him, them,you] happy?” which will appear in bold.  

Pairing: Liam x Riley

A/N: I was having a conversation with @kat-tia801 and @queenrileyrose this afternoon, and it got pretty lit, we ended up complaining about the horrible underwear choices for the male LIs in TRR, one thing lead to another, and this idea was born. Now one of you just needs to write the other underwear shopping idea that came up.

Thank you to my fandom soulmate @jessiembruno for helping me design the perfect sexy underwear. It definitely turned out way better than the real life examples I have lying around my house.

Word Count: 1,140

Rating/Warning: PG-13 bordering on R, I’m towing that 🍋 line, but it’s all implied.

All Characters belong to Pixelberry

Tags: Listed below. Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

Liam slipped out of the bed, his back to Riley as he put his underwear on. When he turned around, he saw that she had rolled to her side and was watching him dress. “Like what you see?” He said with a smirk.

Riley smiled nervously, this was as good a time as any to bring it up. “Um...not really?”

“I’m sorry?” Liam couldn’t hide the shocked, and slightly hurt expression on his face. 

She immediately sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet over her chest. “Oh no no no Liam, not like that! I love the product, it’s just the wrapper I’m not a huge fan of.” 

“Come again?”

“Listen, I know it’s called European cut, but just because you’re from Europe doesn’t mean you are bound by law to wear man panties.” 

Liam chuckled and sat on the bed, wrapping his arm around her. “Love, I had no idea you had such an aversion to my undergarments.”

“It’s not that.” Riley paused, her mind racing to find the best possible reasoning to get her way, she turned to him as soon as she determined the perfect route to take. “You want kids right? I mean, you need them, heirs to the throne and all.” He nodded curious as to where this was going. “Well, boxers are better for your sperm count. It makes conceiving way easier. It’s science. I’m only looking out for you, and for Cordonia.”

“Is that so?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Well the Rys line has been around for centuries, so perhaps this style isn’t quite as limiting as you have been led to believe.”

Riley grimaced, partly because that reason didn’t work, but the other was the mental image of Constantine in his underwear that Liam had just planted in her head. She shook it off, she couldn’t have that rattling around in her brain if she was going to get plan b to work. She shifted so that she was straddling his lap, letting the sheet she was holding slip away. 

“You know how sometimes, when you undress me, I’m wearing those cute little surprises for you?” He audibly gulped and nodded in response as her fingers slowly trailed across his chest. “Well, don’t you want to wear something that will make me just as...excited as I make you?” She tilted her head down slightly and looked up at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip. 

“Yes, my queen.” He pulled her mouth to his in a hungry kiss, thrusting his hips up, both groaning at the sudden jolt of pleasure. 

“Mmmm...now my king,” she said in a low sultry voice, as their lips parted, “imagine how much more comfortable that would be if you had more room for everything.” She gestured at his growing bulge.

“Love, I don’t care what I’m wearing, as long as you’re the one taking it off of me.” He flipped them so that he was now hovering over her, causing Riley to yelp. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow, I will get anything you want.” He kissed her again as her hands slid down to his waist to free him from his confines. 

The next day, Riley and Liam stepped through the doors of one of the local Cordonian shops. They had sent the guard ahead of time to close down and secure the store, to insure the utmost privacy for their intimate excursion. Riley rushed toward the racks while Liam lingered behind, smiling to himself at his wife’s excitement. 

“Come on Liam, these are for you, you should come pick some that you like!” She waived for him to join her. 

“That’s alright, all that matters is that you are happy with the selections. I’m sure I will love whatever you choose.”

Riley shook her head, laughing to herself, continuing to pull her selections from the rack. She continued to riffle through the options, running her fingers along the materials, and admiring the selection. Once her arms were full, she hurried over to Liam and handed everything over to him. “Ok, go see what you think!”

“You’re not coming in with me to help?”

“Oh, I have no problem going in there and helping you take things off. It’s the having to put things on that may prove difficult. You’d better fly solo on this one.” She said, placing a light pat on his behind. He laughed and gave her a kiss before moving into the changing room.

Once inside, Liam held up the first pair and examined them carefully, Was this what made her happy? He thought to himself, confused as to why one would need so much material if the intention was to just cover up his private areas. He shrugged before pulling off his clothes, changing into the Versace boxer briefs that Riley had chosen for him. The first thing he noticed was the color, green. He smiled to himself, knowing she settled on that color because it was her favorite. He ran his hands up and down his thighs, feeling the luxurious cotton fabric that covered him. They did feel nice, but it still felt like an odd amount of material for an undergarment. 

He peeked his head out from behind the curtain searching for Riley, who was seated on a chaise on the other end of the fitting room, scrolling through her phone. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up and smiled. “Alright, bring on the sexy fashion show.” She rubbed her palms together in anticipation. 

Liam stepped out of the changing area and walked forward, stopping just in front of her and placing his hands on his hips. “Riley, love, aren’t these just a pair of shorts?”

She laughed at the comment and approached him to get a better look. “No Liam, they’re underwear, I promise. How do they feel?”

“Quite comfortable, actually. I’m just afraid they will be cumbersome when I am wearing pants over them.”

“You’ll get used to it. I promise.” She reached up and kissed him on the nose. “Are you going to get them?” She asked hopefully. 

“Do you like them?” At his question, her eyes roamed up and down his body, licking her lips as she did, and finally nodding her head. “Then I will get them in every color they have, and two of the green.” He winked.

“Great! You should go change so we can check out and head home. Like now.” 

Liam could tell by the heat in her voice exactly why she was in such a hurry to get back to the palace. “Why don’t you come with me? I would love to have your assistance.” He took her hand and lifted it to his lips. 

“Yup. Totally. Let’s do that.” She nodded her head frantically and pulled him into the dressing room.

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